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Margot took a sip of her drink, her seafoam green eyes scanning the party. Her nerves were a bit uneasy and rightfully so: wearing yellow instead of red to a Traffic Light Party? This was out of her comfort zone. She glanced around the room to see if she spotted Seb, downing a rest of her drink as she was unsuccessful. Maybe for the best. The blonde moved to the bar, waiting to get the bartenders attention for a refill. She’d need more liquid courage.
Marley was excited. Parties weren’t normally her thing but this was different. It was something pulled straight from a movie and her curiosity usually got the better of her. Securing her mask before the entered, hoping she was dressed enough out of the norm that people would agree she actually fit in somewhere like this. The party was already lively, beautiful dresses and masks everywhere. “I don’t think we’re in Riverdale anymore, Toto,” she mumbled to herself as she walked over to one of the bars, no way she was getting through this without a glass of wine or two. “Rosé, please,” she asked the bartender, giving him a slight smile.
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Peyton excused herself to fix her dress, something about it wasn’t quite right and the left shoulder kept falling down. Once she was hidden, she pulled out the extra bobby pins she kept in her bracelet. “Jesus.” She said underneath her breath as she took in how many secruity guards were there and tried to fix it with her mask on. She placed a lot of bobby pins into the dress, let out a breath when the shoulder wasn’t falling down but she didnt realize that she was backing into someone. When she felt she bumped into someone, she let out a small oh, and turned around. “Im so sorry. I was trying to fix my dress and I didn’t know that I was backing into you.” She reached up and adjusted her mask, making sure that didn’t fall either. “I think I’ll take this time to go back to the party, so please enjoy yourself.”
After his punishment, Eli crawled back to the corner of his room. His dick and his ass were still burning a little but he knew it wouldn’t last long. He pulled his knees back up to his chest and looked out across the room, “Clark, Bailey, Emmaline... Are you guys OK?” he asked, worry on his face. He’d definitely gotten the easy option this time around, “Someone talk to me”.
@lightingclark, @bigxgirlxemmaline, @bwaybailey
DATE & TIME: June 16th, nighttime
LOCATION: LGBT+ Movie slumber party
OPEN TO: Anyone
In the middle of the third movie, Mia had gotten up to stretch her legs and get a large coffee. She felt as though she might fade a lot more quickly than anticipated and that just wouldn’t do. She apparently wasn’t watching where she was going as well as she should be, when she tripped over a bump on the lawn and fell. “Oh crap,” Mia muttered as she picked herself up,looking around to see how many people had noticed her spill.
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Cyrus knew that he was here to have a good night, but nerves and everything was rushing back to him and he slipped out for fresh air. He untied his mask, let out a breath as he carefully leaned against a wall and took everything in. He glanced around as he took a sip of his drink and heard the lastest song, knowing that he missed everyone grinding on each other. He looked ahead and heard someone walking out. “If you want alone time, I’ll leave.”
a lesson in crash tests. 2007.
Okay, okay, okay, okay! She was fine. Totally fine. There was nothing to be worried about. The fact that Teddy Graham was fifteen years old and totally not supposed to be driving right now and was driving right now was nothing that she couldn’t handle.
Just like she could totally absolutely handle the fact that, like…
She was stuck. Let’s just face it. The car she had no business driving had gotten a flat tire. And now she was here. Stuck. And trying not to freak out.
WHY HAD SHE LET OLIVE CONVINCE HER THAT SHE COULD DO THIS?
Her enV2 was open next to her, a string of texts rolling in from Olive practically mocking her from the cupholder of her dad’s Volvo that he was surely going to banish her from ever being able to take a step near ever again.
OLIVE: HOW DID TEDDY GRAHAM OF ALL PEOPLE GET A FLAT TIRE???????
Teddy glowered at her phone, pushing a stray curl out of her face and grabbing her phone, angrily tapping out a response and smashing the SEND key.
TEDDY: TEDDY GRAHAM ISN’T SUPPOSED TO BE DRIVING A CAR IN THE FIRST PLACE, YOU KNOW >_<
Okay. You know? She just had to bite the bullet. She had to call her mom and ‘fess up to her big, stupid, terrible truth. She had (ILLEGALLY) taken her dad’s car out of the garage and (ILLEGALLY) driven all the way down Main Street before she’d realized she had a flat tire, now parked in front of Kingdom Cone — the greatest (and only) ice cream shop in Shallow Creek and trying not to have a mental breakdown.
You know, trying to convince the coolest girl in the senior class that Teddy could be the coolest girl in the sophomore class? Yeah. Really not that worth it. And really not working out all that great. She hadn’t thought this through at all! What was she going to do? Cruise past her and be like, “Yeah, I’m so cool. Look at me driving my dad’s Volvo without a license. Let me sit with you and your pretentious friends at lunch like my mom didn’t totally bust y’all’s barn rager last Friday.” Yeah. Fat chance.
Mid-breakdown, she heard a tap on her window, nearly leaping out of her own skin until she turned her head and saw a familiar face looking back at her, nearly doubling over in relief. “Ohmygodhi. I... don’t really know how to explain this. Just... don’t tell my mom. Or my dad. But... definitely not my mom.”
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Rachel let out a breath when she felt the sun on her skin and rubbed her shoulders as she glanced around the city. They gotten 10th place, and it was her fault. She messed up the solo, she couldnt believe that they didnt kick VA’s asses and it was her fault. She smoothed down her skirt as she sat on the stairs and sniff as she could feel the tears coming. She had let down the team, the one thing that she had been always passionate about, she let them down. She didnt want to face anyone but she heard a pair of shoes coming towards her and quickly covered her mouth to quiet her sobs.
