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who: @jessehart when: evening time, thanksgiving dinner where: the commons

The alcohol was working its magic, turning her malice to playfulness and her reservations to wonder. She had given up courtesies early in the night, settling instead to engage in heated conversation with anyone who had the misfortune of looking her way. Acacia was nursing another glass of champagne, though she was making quick work of it and would soon need another. She headed to the bar preemptively, having lost sight of her daughter awhile ago. That squeamish girl had neglected to introduce her to her friends, and out of spite Acacia refused to ask. Her husband would be able to give an account of those close to Rhia, and seeing as she was intent on icing her out of her life, his recounting would have to do. Though she doubted his ability to hold onto the crucial information she'd noticed if it'd been her their daughter was parading around. Jealousy sent a pang of gut-wrenching anger through her body, and suddenly Acacia hated every passerby. She stumbled into a bar stool, leaning on the counter in an attempt to catch the bartender's attention. She barely gazed the face of her neighbor, though the flash of familiarity had her doing a doubletake. Her finger pointed at him accusingly, her blue eyes narrowed as she searched his expression. "I know your face," she declared haughtily. "What are you? An actor?" Acacia asked gruffly, though she hardly cared.

#thread:jesse03 #ogden event #event:thanksgiving dinner

who: @anyaexe when: well into the evening, thanksgiving dinner where: the commons

"Anya!" Rhia beamed, grinning at the brunette. She held an older man by the hand, a gentle smile on his lips as he regarded the other. It had been an eternity since he had the pleasure of seeing his daughter in her element, and Rhia had always thrived in bustling places like tonight. He struggled to keep pace with her, and thankfully the young girl noticed and tightened her grip on his hand. "I want you to meet someone!" she shouted over the noise, paying little attention to the looks it drew. The man adjusted his glasses, pushing them up further on the bridge of his nose. He gave a shy turn of his lips, exposing white teeth. When they finally reached Anya, Rhia dropped her father's hand to pull her friend in a great hug. "Say hello to Old Man Falla!" This earned a deep chuckle from the older man, who regarded his daughter with abundant warmth. "Anya, is it? Rhia has much to say about you. I'm Kristoffer, her father," he greeted in a congenial manner, holding out a hand to the other.

#thread:anya03 #ogden event #event:thanksgiving dinner

@cinnamonfm when: thanksgiving dinner where: the restroom just outside the commons

The fluff of her sweater itched her neck, and Rhia pulled at her collar as if it would make this night less suffocating for her. This was the first time her parents were paying a visit to the campus, and despite it being at her behest she worried what their presence might bring to light for her peers. She liked it better when her mother wanted nothing to do with her, now she watched helplessly as she played the role of the doting matriarch. It made her stomach twist into knots, watching as her mother brought forth tales and lies about their closeness with ease. Only an hour had passed before Rhia broke off from them, muttering excuses about touching up in the restroom.

She watched herself pout in the mirror, trying to come up with any reason to conclude the night early. Before Acacia had the chance to humiliate her. Rhia heaved a big sigh, touching up the wing of her eyeliner to distract from her growing anxiety. The longer they were out of their sight, the more opportunity they had to snoop in her life. She hadn't noticed when Heni slipped beside her, though it was a given she'd run into somebody she knew while hiding away in the restroom. She wondered if the brunette was having just as hard a time as she was, but it was hard to tell given Rhia knew virtually nothing about her home life. "Weird seeing so many people packed in there," Rhia said politely. Though, the only notable difference about this family event was her own parents' attendance. "Your folks make it in?" she asked, curiosity getting the best of her.

#thread:henrietta02 #ogden event #event:thanksgiving dinner

who: @n8-shaw when: thanksgiving dinner where: the commons

Donning a golden gown, a single, long leg extended from the slit of her dress. It wasn't often Acacia could grace an event this glorious, and she intended to indulge in every moment. Her red lipstick left a ring on her champagne glass - her third of the night - and a diamond ring chinked lightly against the crystal. She stood along the wall, wondering which of these young people her daughter cared so much for to beg for return. Rhia was but a stranger now, so different from the girl in her youth yet her fervent spirit remained annoyingly the same. It unnerved her to be shut out from her daughter's innermost feelings, left out in the cold to feel for the person she'd grown to be. Rhia had never been forthcoming with her tidings, yet Acacia made it her business all the same.

A tall man caught her attention, moody and muscled and all scowls. She grinned behind her glass, picturing what he might boast underneath all that clothing. Her husband and daughter were busy making their rounds, and Acacia was pleased to leave them to their introductions if that meant she might slip out for a moment or two with a lively body. She approached the young man, her stride leisurely and self-assured. "What are you drinking?" she mewed in a regal tone. "Perhaps I'll have one too. Might liven up this dull evening," she drawled with a purse of her ruby lips.

#thread:nate09 #ogden event #event:thanksgiving dinner

who: @n8-shaw when: spin the bottle! where: valentine’s social

The beating in her chest was nearly unbearable, drowning out the sounds of the woots of the crowd as the last pair shuffled into the infamous closet. Rhia couldn’t quite decide if this was a cruel jape fate decided to pull on her, or perhaps a blessing in the form of a charged moment alone with him. Nate. She could feel his massive presence behind her, even with her back turned to him as she carefully shut the closet door behind them. It’s not like they hadn’t done things before. But that was so long ago… It felt as if an eternity passed since her skin was lovingly pressed into his. Maybe now that would change. She could only pray that’s what this meant.

She made a slow turn toward him, first taking in his slacks, the suit jacket that always seemed to fit extra tight at the shoulders, and then his face, his eyes as he looked down at her. Rhia thought she could live in those big, brown eyes, surviving off of nothing but the reserves of her love for him. Nate. Her breath caught, their proximity much too overwhelming for the vastly under-prepared blonde. “Nate,” she said quietly, fumbling with her hands as she watched him closely. She couldn’t let the moment pass. She wouldn’t let a second go wasted. “I want to kiss you,” she blurted, with the naive fervor of a young girl desperately in love. The words seemed to float between them, a truth long waiting to be voiced into existence. She was reluctant to continue, but she needed to. When would she? If not now. “Do you want to kiss me?” she asked earnestly, a hint of hurt coating the words as they passed her lips. She’d wondered endlessly, for months, if he thought of kissing her. If he craved it in the way she craved him. It was always hard to say with Nate. Even harder now, amidst their distance. But she needed his answer.