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Jasper hadn't wanted to dance but his mother had pushed him to join them, insisting that he have some more fun. And that was easy to do the moment he saw Tate dancing in the midst of the crowd. It brought a lightness out of him that was all too familiar and he gravitated towards where he was, his eyes widening at the mention of poppers. "They have a multifaceted use, dude," he clarified. Trying his best to move along to the music despite knowing he couldn't match Tate's energy pace just yet. "I'm no expert but I think people use them for like sex related stuff," he added, not wanting Tate to just take whatever but if he wanted to then he supported it. Not that he needed to say something like that out loud. "I've been looking for you, man, knew you wouldn't miss a Pride party. Hey, I actually know this song!" He paused and started to move his head along to it before actually attempting to dance, sure that he was making a fool of himself but for the moment he was okay with that.

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Tate wasn't one to hold on to bad feelings, they didn't do anything for him, so he told himself that he needed to move on as he had plenty of time to lick his wounds even if he didn't quite get the closure that he wanted with Chanel or Jasper. "Oh really? The label didn't say that." The fact that he'd just offered Jasper something for sex made Tate feel a little awkward, but Jasper seemed to be fine, then again Jasper hadn't felt for him what he'd felt so that made sense, "You've been looking for me? Why?" Jasper was charming and goofy and yeah his energy was infectious so Tate danced along with him, feeling like before when they hung out more for a moment. "Does being offered all those poppers mean those guys were hitting on me? Cool, can't wait to tell Jupiter."

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Tate had gotten sidetracked, but he wasn't even sure what his original track was considering there was so much to get distracted by. Of all of the events in Rosewood pride had to be top 3, and it wasn't 3. He especially was partying a little harder considering his own sexuality was in flux following the brief but disastrous throuple situation he'd found himself in with Jasper and Chanel - it had caused him heartache, but it also gave him more clarity on himself and it was pride so what better place to acknowledge that he was proud of himself. That was more just between himself and himself though, it wasn't like he was walking around going move, I started falling for my best friend once. Every new song that came on got Tate more fired up so he found himself dancing with so many people, hence getting so sidetracked, "Oh hey...you should be dancing, this song rules. Oh do you want a popper? I read the label you clean tapes with them or something but I don't own any tapes, people keep giving them to me though so I guess they're like party favors?"

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chanelhcrcwitz:

“I love to hear that though. Kind of crazy in the best way, is like the best kind of crazy. I’ve always read that in all the major publications.” Yves said, jokingly. “Well, she was definitely right in getting you out and about. Like, I respect the commitment, trust me, but like you also deserve to have fun. Our passions can’t just be our whole personality traits, right?” He told Lo with a snap of his fingers, his parents very much instilling that in him. Yves gasped, shaking his head as the woman spoke. “No way, you did not just say that.” He told her. “I now have to go, I hope you have the most amazing night.” Yves let Lo know, turning to leave before laughing. “Pfft, you’re more than okay. I’m not here to sell you a timeshare in Paris. You can hate it all you want, I personally am okay with having a break from it for the summer. But in my humble opinion, it does beat out this place by a smidge.” Yves shrugged, as he tried to find the words to verbalize how he’d felt now that he was a semester into his studies. “I don’t know, I feel like an actual adult now. I’m not the kid brother anymore, you know. I’m now the brother who managed to live aboard a whole semester and actually crush it.” Yves laughed. “I’ll call dad right now and make sure that we own the rights to the title right now.”

"Only the major publications, dude? All the premier literature magazines are saying the same thing, that's how you know it's true." Lo added to the joke, picking up on it, "Oooh that's a bar, Yves. France really did change you." Lo felt a wave of gladness that the boy was back, one more member of their rag tag crew back together. "Alright, well we'll see if you'll be saying the same thing once you have to leave again. I see sentimental tears while saying goodbye in our future, my dude." Lo remembered when she first started feeling that feeling as well, it was in Rosewood because Lord knows she didn't feel that way back in California, "Good, I'm glad you're proud of that. Do you like being an adult so far? Now that you mention it, I do see a couple of grays coming through. Salt and pepper looks good on you, Clooney."

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chanelhcrcwitz:

“You know what? Yeah, I can get behind that reasoning.” Yves found himself laughing as Lo butchered the name of his school’s name. “How’s that been going for you, by the way?” He asked, as he didn’t have much time to hang with Lo given there was usually an entire ocean separating them. “Well, doesn’t Paris change everyone?” He asked Lo with a playful raise of his eyebrow. “Oh, how very on theme. Thank you.” Yves spoke, taking a good look at the edible before plopping it into his mouth. While he wasn’t one to usually engage, he most definitely needed a little break from his thoughts to get into this party. “Especially if there was one in this lake. I’ve had the fortune of knowing that events in Rosewood are usually blown up to insane proportions.” The guy said with a laugh. “We could honestly pitch that movie right now and everyone in town would co-sign that they saw it happen with their very eyes.”

"Kind of crazy in the best sway, at the end we have all of these scrimmages where pro scouts are going to be there so I'm more focused than I've ever been.I wouldn't be here tonight if Rose hadn't negotiated one night to blow off steam a month and this is it." Lo was trying to prepare herself if she didn't get drafted, she'd still keep trying of course, but it was the rejection she needed to brace for. "I don't want you to hate me or anything buuuut I don't love Paris, that lock gate was pretty cool and I like that you can just get good wine like everywhere but it's a lot of garbage and last time I was there, some dude on a motorcycle drove by and plucked my phone right out of my hand, it was wild. How's it changed you? Besides giving you amnesia about knowing that I'm always holding." Lo curtsied for him while she hit her vape, "Lake Shark, it could be a whole franchise."

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chanelhcrcwitz:

“Ow.” Yves joked as Lo patted his shoulder, shaking his head to let her know he was just teasing. “Well if you ever had to taste her infamous meatless meatloaf, you’d know why that stray was thrown. Love you, nana.” Yves spoke into the universe, before following after Lo. “Not so much brutal. Actually, not brutal at all.” He let her know with a shake of his head. “Well, I don’t know if you could call a semester away a trip—” He said, as he’d been fortunate enough to attend Institut Français de la mode out in Paris. But as magical as Paris might have been, it was nice to be back home. “but school was actually really amazing. It’s crazy how when you study something you genuinely enjoy, it’s like actually fun to go to school.” Yves said. “Would you happen to edibles in said bag, I’d happily take one of those.”

"I call travelling 2 hours outside of town a trip, so you going to apple pie a la mode for sure counts. No, I get that, some girls on the team dread training camp but I love that shit for the most part." Lo raised an eyebrow at Yves, "You're really gonna look me in the eye and ask me a question like that? Paris changed you." They got to where Rose was keeping their things and Lo crouched down, first securing her vape and then pulled out what looked to be a snack sized ziplock bag of edible gummies, beaming as she held them out to him as if it were a treasure she discovered, "Gummy gators. I was close to going with sharks, but I don't think there are sharks in lakes. If there were there would for sure be a Jaws movie about it."

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chanelhcrcwitz:

Yves shook his head at the lack of manners on display at that moment in time. Now, he understood that not everyone was sunshine and rainbows at all times. But being a dick at a music festival was sort of a major oxymoron. Wasn’t everyone just here to have a good time? “Yeah, you make a point, actually.” Yves noted, as he looked behind him where there was an entire body of water where Lo could clean herself off. “Ew. Well, that tells me everything I need to know about that person.” He said, with a scrunch of his nose. Fireball was bottom of the bottom barrel for him. He’d entertain Tito’s long before he allowed himself to indulge in fireball. “Yeah, I’m pretty fine.” Yves let her know with a small smile, reaching over to rub at his shoulder. “I think so, but just in case I don’t, please let know the fam that I love them. And that I’ve never quite been a big fan of grandma’s cooking. Yeah, I said it.” He said, jokingly.

"Its so weird, like 'do you like big red gum but wish it could fuck you up too? try fireball. Doesn't even get you that fucked up, I don't get it." Lo patted the same shoulder, "Damn, your grandma catching your strays. You came back brutal. Come on, you can tell me more about your trip while we get you another drink and grab my bag so I can grab my vape pen, that dick blew my high."

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chanelhcrcwitz:

“Yeah, I just got back in, literally yesterday. This like really co—” Yves was letting the person in front of him know, before he was shoved by one of their more inebriated peers. The contents of his cup flying all over the person he’d been speaking to. “I am so sorry, oh my god. I’m going to get you some napkins.”

Festivals weren’t exactly a place where Logan anticipated personal space being something anyone was afforded so shoving and shit kind of came with the territory, so the part that annoyed her wasn’t so much the drink as it was that the person who shoved Yves didn’t stop apologize for it, “Nice manners, dude!” The guy responded with flipping Lo the bird, “Thanks man, have the day you deserve.” She turned her attention to a profusely apologizing Yves and stopped him, “No worries, I’m barely wearing any clothes and if this stuff gets sticky, plenty of room to wash it off.” She ran her thumb over her chest (where the majority of the cup’s contents nailed her) then licked it to taste, “Pssh, of course he was drinking fireball. You okay? That was kind of a gnarly push, you think you gonna make it? ”

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bridgetlisbon:

Obviously it made sense that she didn’t live in a vacuum, the people she knew would think about her at some point or another. It was daunting though, the idea that she had no control over the way he thought of her. Did the Bridget he have in his head match who she actually was, or was he chasing an idealised version of her thanks to the human habit of showing her best side above all else? Realising she was verging on self sabotaging such a sweet moment she reached up to try and pull his hand down, laughing, “Stop, you can’t set the bar that high on the first try! What if that’s as good as it ever gets? I’m so nervous I don’t even think I can remember it anyway.” Scrunching her face in a little pout she nodded as if she was proud of her work, “Mm, definitely your colour. If you ever want to borrow some more… I might be able to help.”

Tate didn't often think about what people thought about him until it became a topic for one reason or another. He knew his reputation was shifting as he got older from goofy stoner to legitimate businessman..who at heart was a goofy stoner and he knew that would either mesh with people or it wouldn't and while he hoped for the former, he dealt with the results of the latter when he needed to. Luckily, it was pretty hard to have any real issue with a goofy stoner so the hangups Bridget had were nothing like his lived experience. She liked him and he put full trust in that, "I don't know, I don't think we really have to worry about that though, we have chemistry." Tate laced their fingers together with the hand Bridget had reached up for playfully, "I was nervous too. I could kiss you more though so it's harder to forget." He laughed, "I'll keep that in mind." Still cheesing, Tate kissed the back of her hand, "I'm gonna be honest with you...I don't know what to say now. My brain is kind of just like..." He made a blow up noise with his mouth while motioning the same with his free hand, "You're the one whose good with words anyway."

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bridgetlisbon:

Continuously Tate proved that he wasn’t interested in putting on any kind of facade. He clearly wasn’t the type of person who looked down on excitement as a weakness. She agreed, it wasn’t corny to be happy, though she tended to be more reserved in the ways she expressed it. Still, her demure smile burst when she caught Tate’s eye, a combination of nerves and excitement needing somewhere to escape her. “Should I be worried that you imagined me being a subpar kisser?” she teased him, hand still resting on his chest, hyper aware of the way he too was holding her close. “I’m glad that happened. You’re even cuter with my lip gloss all over you,” Bridget’s brows knit in an apologetic expression as she swiped at his lip, trying to wipe away the lip gloss left behind.

"You shouldn't because I imagined you as a really good kisser. like up here good." He held his hand above his head, "When really you were like all the way up here." Tate kept the same hand up but jumped up in place to demonstrate, "Oh I am? Is it my color?" He chuckled, "Nah, you can leave it. I'll consider it a badge of honor...well you know until I wash my face before I go to bed tonight anyway."

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bridgetlisbon:

“I mean, hard to tell where my taste ends and my sisters’ begins. Probably mostly influenced by Nova. She keeps me up to date,” she chuckled, referring to the tiktok dance challenges she’d already told him they did together. “Well, it sounds a lot like rain, sometimes thunder…” her expression was innocent until her smirk started to shine through, hoping he’d catch on. It was equally relieving for her to see his own relief every time something went well, to know that she wasn’t the only one who was feeling anticipation every time they were together. He was the definition of a gentle giant, which she recognised in the way he kissed her, clearly giving her every opportunity to call the shots. That in itself gave her a confidence boost– he was already kissing her, how could she possibly mess up from there? Not that she was planning on going all out in public, but she let her hand snake up the side of his neck, pulling him closer, letting him know that it was okay, she wasn’t going to run.

"But if you like it, it's still your taste, I don't think it matters how you came to like it, you know?" Bridget did that often, Tate had noticed - when he gave her a compliment, she almost never could fully just accept it, always throwing an asterisk on it. He shot her a confused look for a moment then it dawned on him that she meant literal rain sounds, "Oh!" He giggled at himself and knocked his head against his head in a dopey manner, "Duh, Tate. I must sound pretty stupid, huh?" Luckily he at least didn't sound stupid enough that Bridget lost interest in him because kissing her felt like the biggest relief; he'd wanted to so badly for so long, finally getting here felt like an exhale. He held on to her hips, pulling Bridget close after she did the same with his neck and he probably kissed her for longer than was proper for a first kiss, but he figured they were both enjoying it too much to care about what was proper. Eventually though, he did come up for air and immediately his eyes ventured to make contact with hers and he was grinning like an idiot, "Whoa, that was even better than I imagined it."

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bridgetlisbon:

Bridget, like all of her sisters, was fiercely protective of her family. She wasn’t going to give Tate too much of a helping hand when it came to them because, well, she would always bet on them over anyone else. He was just going to have to pay attention to her and the way she spoke about her family, pick up the basics that way. It wasn’t a calculated move on her part, rather a fact of the matter that the Lisbons tended to exist between the lines more than anything. “I don’t know… I’ve been listening to Rina Sawayama, XG, rain sounds–” The attention being brought to her smile made her shy, looking away until she heard him say he wanted to kiss her which made her gaze travel cautiously back to him. She didn’t know what she was supposed to say– yes please, she supposed, but that didn’t sound right. Not trusting herself to say anything sensible at all, she opted instead to curl her fingers in the fabric of his shirt and give him a gentle pull toward her.

Part of Tate was surprised that she didn't say she listened to classical music by dead composers all of the time, the other part knew that they'd talked about NewJeans before so modern music was probably in her wheelhouse, it was just she seemed so intellectual, much like Jupiter, but then again Jupiter listened to all types of music both old and modern. "Very excellent taste in music, except I don't know Rain Sounds, I'm assuming they're a band, what kind of music do they make?" Tate was sincerely interested, unaware that he misunderstood that she meant literal rain sounds. Tate's lips curled up into a soft (and relieved) smile when his comment seemed to go over well. Admittedly, he'd gotten himself caught up in the moment, but his boldness seemed to pay off as Bridget pulled him closer, so he leaned in and down just enough for their lips to touch and for him to kiss her, cautious and overly gentle at first, giving her opportunity to bail out if she needed to for whatever reason.

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bridgetlisbon:

“Yeah, they’re like, sober buddies I guess. It’s sweet that they look out for each other at these things. I couldn’t imagine how hard it must be. Doesn’t hurt that the music is good as well.” Bridget wasn’t even sure that her touches were intentional. She wasn’t overthinking it, at least, so maybe she was making genuine progress in letting him in. Considering the complicated relationship she had with her own body she was glad he seemed to be okay with letting her dictate the level they were at. She loved to dance, though dancing with her sisters felt different to dancing with Tate. With them she was embodying freedom. With Tate… it felt weird, the perpetually under the radar Lisbon sister wanting to be seen. At first she was focused on the music, until she felt him swing her hand and looked up to catch his eye which made her melt into laughter when she realised how serious she must have seemed. It was no use trying to have fun, she just had to let it happen. Once she had accepted that it was so much easier to move– near him, linked hands outstretched, until without realising it the ebb and flow of the crowd had gradually brought them closer.

"Right, one of your sisters is sober. I knew that." Tate had at some point made a mental note of that, telling himself not to do the thing he often did with people he met if he ever got to meet her, which was to offer them drugs. "Yeah, no kidding. What kind of music do you listen to the most by the way? Like in everyday life, not in a non party setting. It didn't take much to get Tate to dance, hell once upon a time, he tried to start his own dance crew in middle school, so he was hardly self-conscious about moving, though the same could be said about most things with Tate. He figured he would have to do a little coaxing for Bridget to get comfortable, and once she was there in the zone, they just clicked, much to Tate's delight. "Your smile is so pretty." He leaned in once their bodies were closer and his arm was itching to slip around her waist but he was still conscious of her boundaries and resisted, instead of enjoying the brand of closeness they had going on right there on the dancefloor, "Like makes me want to either melt or kiss you pretty. Probably both."

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bridgetlisbon:

“Hm? Oh, no, you–” Bridget was about to explain that she understood loud and clear, but of course Tate had been pulling her leg right back. She narrowed her eyes and gave him a playful tap with the back of her hand, “Not that I get tired of hearing it though. Mm, my sister is friends with the DJ, she’s great.” Scrunching her nose, Bridget hesitated like she was trying to figure out how to say no, then touched his hand for the briefest moment as if to magnetise him to her and get him to follow. It was easier to be brave in the chaos of a party, even more so with someone like Tate who felt like an embodiment of comfort to her. Whether everyone held that opinion or if it was a symptom of her feelings for him she wasn’t sure yet, she hadn’t really been around him in the presence of others too much. Nevertheless she refused to let doubt creep in from the margins; she wanted to be the girl who danced with the guy she liked, so she was damn well going to make it happen.

"Ooooh friends with the DJ, that's pretty fancy. I love when she DJ's parties, it's always a good mix." At some point, Tate figured he'd probably get used to when Bridget touched him, but that point hadn't happened yet. She couldn't be described as a touchy person, (even though Tate himself was, he tried to respect her boundaries) but more and more he noticed that she would initiate touch and that was pretty great. He let her lead him to a spot where they could dance comfortable among the bodies and he started to move in time with the beat, taking her hand and swinging it back and forth between them to get her to do the same.

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bridgetlisbon:

Bridget smirked at his declaration that the possibilities were endless for the night ahead of them. She liked his worldview though, she had an adoration for his choosing to see positivity at every turn. Her whole life had been grounded in worst case scenarios despite how hard she and her sisters had tried to outrun them and it was an effort to train herself not to keep turning in that same circle. “Oh, your crush is here?” she looked over her shoulder, if only to try and distract from the stupid grin that had appeared on her face. “Maybe… Have you been watching me?” It was too complicated to explain what she and Nova had been dealing with before their expedition to the dance floor and even if it had been simple she probably wouldn’t have said much more anyway. Standard Lisbon behaviour. “Doesn’t matter now, it’s your turn to have my attention, remember?”

"Come on, now you're just trying to fluster me..." His eyes went wide, "Unless I didn't really make it all that clear, i'm sorry I just..." Right as he was about to go into a ramble, Tate grinned, "Gotcha. We both know I have a huge crush on you. But no, I guess I'm just a good guesser. And the music has been really good tonight. Alright, my turn to have your attention, will you dance with me then?"

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bridgetlisbon:

“It’s okay, my sister has been distracting me too. But we’re here now. Distraction free,” she smiled, ducking her head a little when he said she was one of his favourite people to see. It was its own sense of freedom, the way Tate just said things like that, and she quietly strived to emulate that sense of emotional honesty as opposed to her usual factual honesty. “I was going to say… if he’s chill then you’re sub-zero.” Because of the volume of the music she’d naturally gravitated closer to him, which made it so much easier to allow herself the thrill of a brief touch to his forearm, both of them grinning at each other seemingly for no reason other than each others’ presence. It was something she was learning to accept, that liking someone didn’t have to be intense in the way things had been for her sisters. It could be sweet and silly and easy. “Now that I’ve found you, I am. Everyone else that I know here is because they’re friends with my sisters so it’s nice to have someone to myself. I mean, obviously you don’t have to stay with me all night… you know what I mean.”

"Yeah so you know how it is. Distraction free." He repeated the last part, "So we have each other's undivided attention, there's so much possibility now." Tate tapped his index finger on his chin as if he were contemplating all of the aforementioned possibilities. He chuckled at her compliment while he blushed (not that it was noticeable at a party), the physical contact between them only serving to exacerbate the coloring in his cheeks. "Yeah I know what you mean. I also know staying with you all night doesn't sound like it sucks. I could do way worse than hanging out with my crush, you know? What was your sister distracting you with? Cool dance moves?"

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bridgetlisbon:

“There was a theme?” Bridget glanced around, seeing some sort of cohesion but not sure what it was exactly. Intentional outfits were Marina and Nova’s thing, she tended to just wear whatever she wanted. “I wouldn’t put it past this place to kick someone out for not dressing up to code, but you look nice…” she trailed off with a small wrinkle of her nose to herself because nice was such a passive word to use. “He lives up to the hype,” Bridget marvelled at their surroundings before her attention returned to Tate, “kind of feels like we’re in the sky at sunset.”

"Yeah, it's retro future. I remember because it's the name of a song from a group I used to like. Thank you, you look awesome. Really pretty, I was hoping I'd see you. I was gonna text you then my sister kind of distracted me. You're like one of my favorite people to see these days." He nodded, "Oh totally, he like invented the hype, if hype was a guy i'd be Flynn, and he's super chill, well not chill chill, he's actually pretty chaotic, but he's nice, you know?" He looked around to see if he could see what Bridget described then nodded, "Yeah, I never thought what that would feel like but if it's this then I'm a fan." He grinned, something he couldn't help but do around her most of the time, "Are you having fun in the sky at sunset?"

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