🍪 for our muses to bake Christmas cookies together
Christmas was supposed to be cool, but for Gaston the Third, it was kind of turning into hell. It seemed like everywhere he went, people were trying to shove cookies down his throat, and while he could see why other people thought they were good, to him they tasted like ass. So much sugar, it was like he could literally feel himself turning into the Pillsbury Doughboy every time he ate even just a bite to be polite, and finally, after three days of that nonsense, he’d recruited Hailey to help him bake a healthy alternative instead. “Don’t even try to tell me that you can’t help me with this, because a) you can do anything in the kitchen if you can make ice cream, that shit’s hard,” Gaston told her pointedly, folding his arms over his chest. Were those losing definition, too? He blamed the cookies for the fact that he didn’t even feel puffed up and intimidating right now. “And b) I saw on Auratube that you can use kale and applesauce in cookies as a substitute, so like if you say it’s not possible you’re a liar, and I know you’re not a liar.” Just two points didn’t make him feel like he was going to win this debate, so for good measure, Gaston tossed in, “And c) kale is green, and green is a Christmas color. So you have to do this, it’s the law.”
Marcus had drove to his sister's place. He was a bit anxious, as he hadn't spoken to his sister in awhile. It was his own way of dealing with Saraya's death, although with his newfound power's. It kind of stabilized him, he felt Saraya's presence there even though it wasn't her. And it made it easier for him to be an alpha, without going crazy. The older man, stepped out of the vehicle and walked up texting his sister seeing that she left the door unlocked. He walked up the steps and opened the door, seeing his sister. "Hailey...alright, what did you find?" he said, walking in feeling a bit awkward. He wasn't exactly the best with being open with his feelings especially when it came to family. He put his hands in his pockets, and crossed the path to the living room couch, and leaned against it.
General Notes → Whoops I never posted this. Wes's end of the year party!
Benji entered Wes's room with, as promised, a carton of orange juice in hand. "I'm sure Sebastian wouldn't mind being licked! I...meant that in the nicest way possible." He smiled.
Wes grinned, taking the carton of orange juice from him and setting it next to the copious collection of alcohol bottles. "Yeah, he might not at that. We'll see after we get him really drunk, huh?" he said with a conspiratorial wink.
Benji thanked Wes as he took the carton from his hands, his eyes landing on where it had been placed. There appeared to be a lot of alcohol on the table, he thought to himself, and just for the one evening? He shrugged, furrowing his eyebrows together. "Really? Why not? I thought he was into that stuff..."
Wes shrugged, looking at Sebastian as he walked in. "What do you think, Bas? Benji's telling me you're not averse to getting licked," he commented with a wink.
Sebastian ran his fingers through his hair as he walked in, raising his eyebrows at Benji. "I thought you were going to be playing Monopoly." He teased, smirking. "Not by certain people, no. Speaking of, he said he'd be here..." He hummed, glancing behind him. "I still have a wicked hangover from tomorrow, so be gentle with me until I've got more alcohol in my system."
Wes poured them drinks. "So what happened, Sebastian? I might as well ask you before he gets here."
Sebastian thanked him, taking his glass, tipping it down his throat. "A lot, I guess. Everything I told you just sorta...is out in the open, I guess." He shrugged.
Benji warily took the drink and instead handed it to his brother, smiling weakly. "Nobody wanted to play with me. But it's okay! I have my juice!"
Wes smiled. "And...is that a good thing?" He turned to Benji. "Yeah, help yourself, there's also Coke there if you prefer."
Sebastian smirked, taking the cup from Benji and pouring it into his own. "I'm sure the hobbit's looking for somebody to hang out with now." He smiled a bit at Benji. "Just make sure you don't let anyone spike it."
Sebastian nodded. "Yeah, it is a good thing."
Wes couldn't help a wide grin. "That sounds like what I want to hear! Did you stay the night over there?"
Benji frowned, alternating his glances between the two boys. "What are you talking about? What's a good thing?" He asked curiously.
Wes rolled his eyes. "Sebastian finally got his act together and told Grey how he feels. Which is awesome. AND my phone just vibrated with the Facebook notification that Connor Anderson is now single, so I couldn't be happier."
Sebastian nodded at Wes, smiling at Benji. "You'll see soon enough. Wouldn't want to ruin the surprise."
Sebastian rolled his eyes. "And you ruined the surprise." He smirked at the Facebook mention, satisfaction rising in his chest. "Perfect."
Wes shrugged. "I guess I just can't control myself." He winked at Sebastian. "Told you that little situation would be over as soon as you said something, didn't I?"
Sebastian nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Don't get a big head over it, Clarington."
Benji 's face fell at the mention of his friend, Connor, being single. "Poor Conny! But...that's awesome for you, Sebastian."
Wes laughed. "Come on, I have to get some kind of benefit from it, this means you're off limits."
Sebastian cocked an eyebrow. "That's true. But you have an entire school of guys, you'll be fine. And we all knew Connor wasn't going to last. Not even a week -- must be a record for him or something." He downed the rest of his cup, sighing. "But yeah, let's see if I can pull off something like this without messing up."
Wes grinned, nodding. "Yeah, I've still got virgins to deflower, and stuff." He handed Sebastian the bottle to refill his cup. "You can. I have faith in you."
Sebastian laughed, shaking his head. "As long as you stay away from that one," He pointed to Benji with his cup. "I don't mind."
Wes chuckled. "I think we learned our lesson, don't you, Benji? No licking."
Benji blushed a bright pink at the memory of the last time he had a drink in his hand. "Unless you're my girlfriend! But even then, I'd be pretty concerned..."
Wes laughed, pouring himself another drink. "The good news is, no matter how drunk we get, I don't think I'm ever going to turn into your girlfriend. So we are probably safe."
Sebastian chuckled, leaning against the table. "No more corrupting my brother, as fun as it is. I need him in one piece."
Wes looked over at Greyson as he walked in, raising an eyebrow. "Hi, Grey," he greeted. "What can I get you to drink?"
Greyson walked in quietly, shutting the door behind him, jumping when he heard his name. "Hey, hi.. Uh, I picked up tacos on the way."
Wes grinned widely. "Tacos? My favorite!! What kinds?" he asked, moving over excitedly to investigate.
Sebastian turned around, smirking. "Honey bunches and food. My two favorite things ever."
Greyson smiled a bit, opening the bag and staring down into it. "Umm.. kind of a little bit of everything? I don't know. I didn't know how many people there'd be.."
Wes shrugged. "Hopefully more people will show up. Otherwise you guys and I will have to eat all this food and drink all this alcohol. Which we can totally do."
Sebastian walked over, sliding his arm around his waist. "Tacos are tacos. They're all delicious."
Greyson nodded, playing with the handles and jumping a bit. "Oh, hi," he glanced up at Sebastian. "Um, yeah. I'm pretty sure we could run through these in like an hour anyway, but. Does anyone else know about this, or..?"
Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "The party? I don't know. They should, because I have a feeling Wes is going to start railing us with questions in like negative four seconds."
Wes nodded. "Oh yeah, I invited everyone." He looked over at Sebastian. "You guys want questions?" He asked with a grin.
Greyson bit his lip and raised an eyebrow. "I thought this was a party, not an interview."
Sebastian pulled him a little closer. "The answer is 42 to all of your questions."
Wes looked at the two of them, smiling widely. "I'm not sure that I need to ask any questions, actually." He raised his glass. "I hope you both are very happy."
Sebastian looked down at him. "I can't answer for honey bunches, but I'm pretty content."
Wes looked over at Grey. "Grey?" He dug in the bag for a taco.
Greyson bit down on his lips, blushing a bit and nodded. "I.. yeah."
Sebastian furrowed his eyebrows and glanced down, wondering what he had done wrong between last night and now.
Wes frowned, trying to draw Sebastian aside for a second. "Grey, why don't you lay out those tacos?"
Greyson nodded, chewing on his lip and went to stand by the drinks, digging into the bag.
Wes leaned over to Sebastian. "He's worried you don't feel the same way sober, babe," he whispered. "So let him know you do."
Sebastian allowed himself to be led by Wes, raising an eyebrow. "How? It's not like I'm avoiding him..."
Wes nodded. "I know, but he's...hesitant right now. He wants to be sure it's real. Show him."
Sebastian sighed, looking back at him. "How? Dude, I've never done this before."
Wes smiled. "I know, and you'll do fine. But just...you know. Don't be afraid to be open with him and just...maybe say something. Tell him you meant everything you said."
Greyson unwrapped a taco and grabbed a beer with his other hand, glancing at them and going back to his taco.
Sebastian nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. "Just give me a sec, I'll go talk to him." He straightened up, walking over to Greyson. "Need help, honey bunches?" He asked, leaning on the table in front of him.
Greyson raised his eyebrows, humming around a mouth full of Mexican food and shook his head.
Sebastian dropped his voice, trying to catch his eyes. "Are you okay? You're uncharacteristically quiet for finishing finals and being in the presence of two incredibly attractive guys."
Wes watched Sebastian go over to Greyson, smiling and munching on a taco. He knew they could figure it out.
Greyson finished chewing, poking Sebastian's foot with his toe and nodding. "I kind of feel like a terrible person.." he muttered, sipping his drink.
Sebastian cocked an eyebrow. "Why?" He asked, wondering what had gone down.
Greyson glanced up at him, pursing his lips. "Because I hurt Connor."
Sebastian sighed, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "Babe, you were dating him for like, not even a week. He'll get over it."
Greyson pressed his lips together, tilting his head and really thinking about it. "Yeah... you're right."
Sebastian smirked. "I always am, aren't I? It was short-lived -- people don't lament over week-long relationships for more than a few hours. I can understand being pissed about losing something like this," He motioned towards Grey. "But you're sort of taken right now, so. Sucks to suck."
Greyson rolled his eyes, feeling his face flush pink and biting back a smile. "Taken?"
Sebastian smirked at his blush, nodding. "Definitely taken. By some really amazing guy who definitely meant everything he said last night. Except that part about being the king of France. The gene tests are still pending on that one."
Greyson let his smile widen, taking the bottom of Sebastian's shirt between his fingers and playing with the fabric. "Really? Because I was kind of looking forward to the crown you promised I'd get to wear when we moved there."
Sebastian. smirked, resting his hands in his hips. "Did I promise you that? You can still have a crown, even if I'm not heir to the throne." A smile played at the edges of his lips, chuckling softly.
Greyson stepped closer, tugging gently on his shirt. "I'm going to hold you to that, you know."
Wes couldn't help but shake his head fondly, interrupting. "You guys are cute, you know," he commented.
Sebastian. tipped his head towards Wes. "I'm not cute. He is."
Wes shook his head. "Nope, pretty sure you both are."
Sebastian. shook his head. "No.
Wes raised an eyebrow. "No? Not even together with your honey bunches?" He joked, taking a bite of his taco.
Sebastian. shook his head. "Nope. Not even then. And that's my thing." He raised an eyebrow, pulling Greyson closer.
Wes chuckled at Sebastian's little display of possessiveness. "Don't worry, I'm not trying to move into your territory," he remarked with a smile. "Now who's ready to tackle this formidable collection of liquor?"
Sebastian smirked. "Good. I'm always ready to tackle any liquor."
Wes laughed. "I know. This is going to be that time that I drink you under the table, my dear."
Sebastian rolled his eyes. "You're hilarious Clarington. It's never going to happen."
Wes looked at Greyson, winking playfully. "What do you think? We can take bets."
Greyson diverted his attention from the freckles on Sebastian's cheeks and glanced at Wes. "Hm..? Oh. No, I have the highest alcohol tolerance in New Orleans."
Sebastian smirked. "I think we're going to run out of alcohol until one of us drops."
Sebastian smirked. "I think we're going to run out of alcohol before one of us drops."
Wes laughed. "Oh no we're not. I have more in the closet. And Chicago trumps New Orleans any day in the drinking department. We go hard." He looked over at Benji who was still sipping his orange juice. "Benji can referee."
Greyson rolled his eyes. "Have you ever been to Mardi Gras?"
Wes grinned. "I have, in fact. You all seem to end up puking on the sidewalks after not long. Have you ever been to Chicago St. Patrick's Day?"
Sebastian shrugged. "Bastille Day. That's all."
Wes shook his head. "It's going to be fun as hell watching you two fail," he commented as he poured himself a shot. "That's drink four, by the way."
Greyson crossed his arms. "That's not fair, considering you got a head start."
Wes shugged. "So catch up, babe." He held out a handle of vodka in one hand and one of rum in the other. "Take your pick."
Sebastian plucked the rum out of his hand. "Mine, thanks." He poured himself another shot, humming.
Greyson took the remaining shot. "It's good I like vodka, then."
Wes laughed, pulling out a bottle of wine from under his desk. "I have this too, if anybody's interested."
Sebastian smirked. "Your room is the best room, clearly."
Greyson smiled, eyeing the bottle. "Ohhh, yes please."
Wes grinned at Grey. "I prefer wine too, to be honest, but I didn't know who else would be here and some people prefer hard alcohol." He sat up on his bed, legs dangling off as he pulled out a corkscrew and opened the bottle. "There are real glasses in that closet over there," he indicated. "We can be classy bitches."
Sebastian chuckled, nursing his drink. "We're taking shots in a dorm room -- there's really nothing classier."
Wes shrugged. "Come on, we can class it up. Move on to wine. I've got some cheese and crackers stashed away."
Greyson slipped away from Sebastian and reached up into the closet, looking for the glasses. "You've got everything, dude."
Sebastian watched him as he walked away, raising his eyebrows at Wes and tipping the cup down his throat.
Hailey changed into party attire, a skirt and tank top with a sweater, and then made her way to Wes's dorm. She heard some people inside and took a breath as she knocked on the door.
Wes looked up from the bottle of wine he was opening, surprised. He made his way to the door and opened it to see Hailey. "Hey!" He greeted. "Come on in."
Sebastian turned around, glancing at the redhead. "Sup, Nicer Austin." He commented, turning his attention back to Greyson.
Hailey narrowed her eyebrows slightly at Sebastian's comment, but smiled, and then turned to Wes. "Hey, how are you?" she asked
Wes smiled. "I'm good, how about you? Would you like a drink?"
Hailey glanced around. "What do you have?" she asked.
Wes shrugged. "Pretty much anything. Vodka, mixers, rum, and I'm opening wine now."
Hailey scrunched her face. "Wine please?" she asked.
Wes grinned. "Why of course, my lady." He frowned slightly to himself, reminding himself of what Austin had said, that he needed to not lead her on. "Grey? You got those glasses?" He asked.
Greyson jumped up, grabbing the last one he could find and balancing them in his arms. "Oh, yep.. Hi," he smiled, handing her a glass.
Hailey smiled at Greyson as she took the glass. "Thanks. Hi. I don't think we've met."
Wes walked over to Sebastian while Hailey was involved with Grey. "You've got to help me, man, she thinks we have a chance of hooking up. She's super nice, but she's a she, you know?"
Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "You're kidding me, right? I'd make out with you right here if I wasn't already taken...do you want me to talk to her or whatever?"
Greyson shrugged, pouring wine into her glass for her. "I don't think so. I'm Grey."
Wes grinned at the mention of Sebastian being taken, but shook his head. "No, I just...you need to remind me to tone down my natural flirtatiousness."
Hailey smiled, taking a tiny sip of the wine. "I'm Hailey."
Greyson poured his own and smiled. "Well, you're prettier in person, Hailey."
Hailey smiled back. "Aw thanks," she replied.
Wes groaned, gesturing towards Grey and Hailey. "She'll be wanting your boy next, Smythe."
Sebastian nodded. "Gotcha." He turned to Hailey and Greyson, smirking. "Not a chance."
Wes shrugged. "You never know, man, you better make sure she knows what's up." He walked back over, holding out his glass for some wine.
Greyson nodded, sipping his own. "Course.." He turned around and poured some for Wes.
Sebastian walked up behind Grey, slipping his arms around his waist and burying his nose in his neck, smirking. "I just want to make sure there aren't any misunderstandings."
Hailey frowned slightly at Sebastian, not having any clue what he was talking about. She took another sip of her wine. Then she looked up at Sebastian again, raising an eyebrow. "Wait, are you Skanky Spice?" she asked.
Sebastian snorted, nodding. "I am indeed."
Hailey laughed. "Oh, um, hi then."
Sebastian smirked. "Hi."
Wes laughed. "Except he's reformed now."
Hailey raised an eyebrow. "Austin doesn't think so," she teased.
Wes shook his head. "Nope, he's not skanky anymore. Are you, Sebastian?"
Greyson smiled and rested back against Sebastian. "I have no idea what's going on."
Sebastian shook his head. "I'm just exclusively skanky now." He smirked, pulling him closer.
Wes grinned at Hailey. "That's a thing," he explained, gesturing to Grey and Sebastian.
Hailey widened her eyes. "Oh, cool." She'd have to tell Austin that at some point.
Sebastian rolled his eyes. "A thing that Wes is very much into, apparently."
Greyson raised his eyebrows. "Okay, well is there actually cheese and crackers or."
Wes grinned at Sebastian. "Don't say into, makes me sound like a creepy voyeur. But I am indeed in favor of this little situation," he admitted, digging around in his refrigerator. "Of course there is."
Sebastian laughed softly, nuzzling into Greyson's neck. "Get happier, or I'm going to have to get you way drunker than I was last night."
Wes held out cheese in front of him. "What's there not to be happy about? Wine, cheese and a cuddly Sebastian."
Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Not you, moron. Honey bunches."
Hailey laughed slightly, moving to sit on the edge of Wes's bed. This was an interesting group of people, and she couldn't help feeling a little bit out of place.
Wes rolled his eyes back at Sebastian. "I know, idiot, I was talking to him." He went over to sit by Hailey. "So what have you been up to?"
Hailey shrugged. "Hanging out with Austin, getting used to this whole college thing."
Wes smiled. "And, how are you liking it?"
Greyson snorted. "No one can get more drunk than you were last night."
Wes chuckled. "First of all, I'm going to try. But yeah, I figured Sebastian was pretty drunk when he texted me that on a scale of 1 to 10 drunk he was mayonnaise."
Sebastian groaned, dropping his head into the crook of Greyson's neck. "Don't remind me."
Greyson laughed, reaching up and patting his head. "It's okay, it was adorable."
Sebastian frowned. "I'm not adorable."
Wes gestured at the two if them, laughing as he sliced up the cheese. "Are you complaining? Look at how your drunken antics ended up." He turned to Hailey, stage whispering. "Aren't they adorable?"
Hailey laughed louder, the wine starting to get to her. "Totally adorable," she agreed.
Sebastian rolled his eyes. "You all suck."
Wes smiled. "Come on, let me have my moment of satisfaction." He poured Sebastian and Grey more wine. "Drunk up, my dears." He looked over at Hailey. "You need more?"
Greyson shrugged, smiling and happily drank.
Wes watched Greyson drinking. "Show me that New Orleans drinking ability," he said with a grin.
Hailey looked down at her glass and saw it was almost empty. "Sure," she said to Wes.
Wes smiled, pouring her a decent sized glass. "So what's Austin like? I've never really talked to him."
Greyson nodded finishing his glass. "Don't worry, I got this."
Wes laughed, handing him the bottle. "You sure?"
Hailey shrugged, "He can be kind of a jerk, but he's really a sweetheart," she anwered We.
Hailey: Wes*
Wes raised an eyebrow. "Interesting. Don't think he likes me very much."
Hailey shrugged. "Didn't know you guys new each other."
Wes shrugged in return. "Not much."
Sebastian downed another glass, leaning over the table. "He hates me!" He announced happily, pouring himself another glass.
Hailey laughed. "This is true," she agreed, drinking from her second glass.
Greyson shrugged. "I think he's awesome."
Wes laughed. "Austin or the artist formerly known as Skanky Spice?"
Greyson smiled. "Austin, duh."
Sebastian rolled his eyes. "I'm clearly the most awesome one here."
Wes chuckled. "You would be if I wasn't here, anyway."
