Dianna Agron attends the 2019 Vanity Fair Oscar Party at Wallis Annenberg Center for the Performing Arts on February 24, 2019 in Beverly Hills, California (Source: Dia Dipasupil/Getty Images North America)

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Dianna Agron attends the 2019 Vanity Fair Oscar Party at Wallis Annenberg Center for the Performing Arts on February 24, 2019 in Beverly Hills, California (Source: Dia Dipasupil/Getty Images North America)
clicksintoplaceâ:
âYâknow Iâm not super religious or militantly atheist,â Chris remarked, staring at the store window with itâs overly festive mannequins. âBut can we hold off on the christmas stuff until after november? Thereâs only so much holiday cheer I can take before I start going crazy.â
âSee, Iâd usually agree but Iâm in the mood for planning and decorating and throwing the most biggest, massive Christmas party ever. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, but Christmas is the time to go all out.â
connortakesnewyorkâ:
âIâm thinking Iâm just going with Hallo-week for Ellie.â Connor commented as he looked down at the four-month-old dressed as a flower who was sitting in his lap. âBetween me and her aunt Chloe she might have a few too many costumes, but she just looks so cute in all of them, clearly we canât be blamed.â he added with a grin. âIâm not even really sure what Iâm doing this year on Halloween. Sheâs too little for trick-or-treating.â he added as he considered that thought.
âThe only reason why I would have a kid is to be able to dress them up however, whenever, honestly.â Ashleyâs hand went for the babyâs cheek and caressed it softly. âSheâs gorgeous.â
littlemissclaraâ:
âOkay, weâre only a few weeks out from Halloween, so clearly that means that someone needs to tell me where the cool parties are around here. I donât want all the tourists stuff, like where do you guys actually go for fun?â she questioned with a grin, âI moved here in July and I donât plan on leaving, so I really need to figure this stuff out.â
âI donât know where the next âcoolâ party is but it sure as Hell wonât be hosted by me. Not again.â
asliceofaidenâ:
He wanted to respond, he did, but then, she was kinda right. This didnât even have anything to do with alcohol and it still made him end up in the ditch. So damn poetic. His hand squeezed hers, making sure to stand up without pulling her down. âDemanding as ever,â he mumbled softly as eyes checked up on her. âYou okay?â
Ashley sighed and shrugged slightly, âI canât help it.â As he stood up and was finally on his own two feet, she stepped back a little and tried getting a better view. He didnât seem drunk, but she was still worried. âI.. Will be. Are you?â
emmyfukâ:
With a freshly scuffed cheek, split bottom lip and a black eye forming, itâs easy to say Em had been to hell and back. Her head was throbbing and frankly she probably needed something more than a bandaid; stitches or a shot but Emmy would always reach for the second one. As her black shoes made a crisp sound against the sidewalk of Manhattan, shoulders brushing against hers to only make her grow more and more angry. Leaning against a cool brick wall, the girl looked up at the sky, possibly asking for some being of power to strike her down. âGod, I donât get paid enough for my job,â she hissed, the pain only increasing as she spoke. âYou know what, youâre buying ââ weâre getting drinks,â and before the person next to her had time to object or ask about her new wounds, she already had their arm pulling them towards her restaurant.âÂ
Ashley couldnât believe her eyes. She hadnât seen Emmy in a long time, and now sheâs finding her step sister in this state and she doesnât know what to think -- yet does know what to do. Or at least so she thinks. âYeah, sure,â Ashley muttered as Emmy dragged her away and into the restaurant. She wasnât even thinking about commenting on the other womanâs state. It would be pointless, theyâd end up fighting, Ashley would end up upset -- again. âOrder whatever.â
julianmoonierâ:
âI made the mistake of checking my social media⊠and now Iâm tempted to just make a new Facebook profile and everything. Itâs sweet that everyone posted on my profile and everything but it, like, overloaded the profile and my browser crashes whenever I try and open it on anything except the app on my phone.â
âIâm sorry, what?â
elbrcdshawâ:
âyou do have a point there, just let them tone it down a bit, i guess? did you have people guarding by the entrance,â she said, nodding at the waiter to get them both another drink. âcorrection, the universe hates us. it canât even give us a break.â
âI honestly didnât think I would need it.â The waiter served their drinks and Ashley grabbed hers. âWhatâs up with you? Trouble in paradise?â
asliceofaidenâ:
Aiden couldnât help but roll his eyes when noticing Ashley. Of course, she had to be here - always with the bad timing. âIâm fine, by the way.â
âNo youâre not,â she quickly replied. Extending her hand, Ashley raised her eyebrows. Sure she was a bit dainty and had zero strength to lift a man like Aiden, but she figured he needed all the help he could. âStand up.â
vxsilicvâ:
   âYes, I know Charlotte. You could say we are friends, not good friends but friends.â He shrugs his shoulders. âMy coworkers were demanding that i bring my secret lover along and I wanted to make them look like assholes. So, Charlotte gracefully accepted my offer that we arrive as a grieving widower and daughter. Having her become my fake partner would be too awkward since sheâs a lesbian.â Yev looks over at Charlotte with a small smile, letting his shoulders drop a bit of their tenseness. âAnything that needs to slip by customs and boarder patrol.â Yevgeni winks and then turns to the bartender to ask for two shots of vodka.
It was interesting to listen to the man talk -- he spoke unlike some of the people Ashley associated with, especially since most of them were college sorority girls who preferred squealing and doing karaoke, rather than have an in-depth conversation. âSounds like quite the plan. Smart and sneaky, I like it,â she gave a simple smile. It took her a little by surprise that Charlotte was a lesbian, but it didnât phase her.Â
As Yevgeni explained his profession, Ashley started to follow what he meant. He was a man of means and measures. He seemed like the kind to do whatever he needed to do to get shit done. âSo basically you have a lot of money and power.â
charlescyoungâ:
Charles chuckled lightly. âIf I still know you the way I used to know you, I am sure you will.â He responded to her. âAre you planning something big?â
Sometimes it was nice to have someone who knew her for some time ago to remind her how she used to be. Even though Ashley isnât 100% who she used to be, she still wishes to keep some of her old self. âThanks,â she said, then added, âif you know me, you know the answer to that. Party in The Hamptons. Obviously. And youâre coming.â
gucrrvâ:
âTragic, isnât it?â Titan hummed from behind his flute of champagne. Heâd spent the majority of the party rubbing elbows with some of his fatherâs protegeâs and some potential wealthy clients. All in a dayâs work for one of New Yorkâs eliteâ but he was well aware of the ongoing slew of uninvited patrons flooding in. It was becoming less of what heâd anticipated and heâd lost the majority of his clientele in the tsunami of this white trash bash. Still, he couldnât help but feel a mild satisfaction towards the quick descending of societal expectations. It was funnyâ from a distance. âYou sure you wanna call the police?â He reasoned. âMight put a damper on the mood.â
âIâm not calling anyone,â she said between gritted teeth and an eyeroll. âI just saying, that, I might not, but someone else would -- either because they canât stand the noise or just to fuck with me because honestly it wouldnât surprise me if they did because... Well.. Itâs me.â Ashley was rambling and she knew it but she needed to vent to someone and she figured at least someone like Titan could understand. âBut Iâm figuring if I just get drunk I might just not care about whatever makes it to Page Six tomorrow.â
elbrcdshawâ:
âtheyâre obviously party crashers, they didnât even follow the color coding,â she says as she stands beside the blonde, leaning against the bar. âhow about you call your security to kick these people out?,â she looks around, observing the chaos that was on the verge of starting. âi think theyâre here for for your open bar, ash.â
âIf I call security itâll be a bigger issue than what it already is. Plus, do you really think these... Alcoholics will go down without a fight?â She sighed and downed the rest of her drink. âI just needed this one night to go according to plan -- but the universe hates me.âÂ
trevorhastingsâ:
Trevor looked over at the blonde. âOh come on Ash, its not that bad..â He barley managed to finish the sentence before a loud crash, followed by a shattering crystal sound filled the room. He bit his lips together, keeping his eyes on his friend. âOn second though..â
Her head whipped in the direction of the commotion and her small hand balled into a fist, her nails digging into the palm of her hand. âJust what I fucking needed,â she said between gritted teeth. âI never should have thrown this party. This was all just a huge mistake.â
vxsilicvâ:
   âYeah yeah, Iâm done.â He says with a small smirk. âWell, Charlotte wandered off once she met with a few of my coworkers who are here.â Yev looks behind him, wondering where she had went off to exactly. âSo Iâve just been drinking really. I have no use for socializing here because most people donât need a stock broker or for exotic imports.â Was he hinting at his connection to smuggling, yep, he sure was.
âWell thank goodness,â Ashley muttered going back to her wine. âOh you know Charlotte?â she perked up when he mentioned the name of her recently acquired friend. Listening to what he said, Ashley did pick up a weird vibe in the way he said his profession. Sure she was a little tipsy already, but Ashley had spent enough time around her father and his friends to know how certain words are used to disguise the shady things they did sometimes. âWhat is considered an exotic import?â Ashley asked, going straight to her curiosity.Â
emmyfukâ:
âLooks like word got out, what ever should we do ââ if only you had a connection with an influential member in the low-life community. oh wait,â she said, sucking in a breath. âThe police? Come on, those guys can kick it, especially if you have the right bribe lined up for them. Some like blow, others like cash. Youâd be surprised,â she mused. âBut lighten up, itâs a party not a funeral. So what, people crashed, it happens. At least itâs not a dud and whatâs a white party without a few stains?â
Ashley heard Emmy but felt adamant to listen to her. They had lost a bit of their touch -- Emmy had other priorities and as much as Ashley tried to care, for Emmy it seemed to be worth shit. Sure Ashley tended to be just as stubborn, but she was still able to recognize when she knew enough was enough. Emmy didnât. âIf it was up to me, Iâd rather have no connection to no one in that community,â Ashley clarified, her expression neutral. Of course someone like Emmy didnât understand what this party meant for Ashley. While it seemed mundane and ridiculous, Ashley was just looking for another way in after all her high class friends had begun to shun her. âWhat would you know about White parties? This is what, your second one?â Ashley didnât like to be a grudge-holder, but she still hurt after Emmy and her last conversation.Â