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@theoldermcallister
Why do I feel like this is all going to go horribly wrong for at least half of us and probably end in tears?
Because you’re being realistic. Anything else would be stupidly optimistic. At least--worst case scenario--you can always pretend you can’t find your date if you get someone you really don’t like.
So this is a rich people party. Is this even a party? What do you call this?
Party is a loose term around here. A party can be anything from Sapphire Vandervort dancing on a table in a room filled with red solo cups and frats boys, to six frenemies having cocktails and a cheese platter with gossip on the side. Most of them don’t have games, though. This might be more like....and event, or a carnival or something.
walker-on-sunshine :
Definitely, maybe dramatic. I wouldn’t worry though! Angie’ll definitely have invited that badass bodyguard from the Fairball so that nothing too disastrous’ll happen. Anyway, have you ever met these moms? There’s no way you’re gonna be able to put a damper on their fun and it’s probably also a sneaky ‘welcome back’ thing for Logan so… [ grins ] I dare you to argue with that.
Hey man, sometimes you just gotta open up a little and let the world know about your Netflix shame.
Will she willingly come back to another of our events, though? That was quite a shit-show. I’d imagine she’s pretty firmly scared away by now. That’s fun. It’s like a double party. Hopefully not double the enthusiasm. There’s only so much high-pitched squealing human ears can take. Right, okay, no arguments here.
I have no Netflix shame. I only watch things like Breaking Bad and Sons of Anarchy. And that one season of the Great British Baking Show, because it’s great, and no one can convince me otherwise.
icy-isobel :
“I’ll try to contain the swooning.” Seriously though, she felt like she might actually start swooning. Disgusting. What wasn’t disgusting though, was this coffee he had ordered for her and she gladly sipped at it as he spoke. Was she waiting for him to order his drink? Maybe. Was she enjoying this conversation? She wasn’t going to admit that. “Maybe I should blame the last couple of months on my caffeine intake.” Perhaps joking about her own sensitive subject wasn’t the best thing to do, but it was better than crying about it. “Of course. I wouldn’t dare to assume otherwise.” And just like that, in one split second, Isobel was smiling. When was the last time she had done that? “You wanna get out of here?”
“Good luck. I’ve been told I have quite the impact on girls.” He winked at her, following the move up with a shrug. “Mostly bad, if my little sister’s to be believed, but I like to ignore her.” He tried to remember if they’d ever actually interacted before. The answer seemed to be a no, despite having gone to school together (or adjacent to one another, thanks to the out-dated girls school vs boys school system they had. But that was an issue for another time). “I’m just gonna say right now that although I’ve heard some rumors about you, it’s all dumb high school stuff that I didn’t even care about when I was in high school, so you could blame it on an alien abduction and I’d accept that.” The barista handed him his drink, and he found himself slowly dumping a few sugar packets in and sliding a cupholder around the drink. It wasn’t that he was stalling the inevitable goodbye, but he maybe wasn’t hating the conversation enough to want to leave just yet. “Do I--Yes. Let’s do it. If we stand here giving the employees a show any longer they might start sending tips into Gossip Girl. Where do you want to go?”
So... Who's Gunnar?
“Gunnar’s a new friend. A good friend. A cool dude.”
carefreediaz :
Did any of you actually fill that little questionnaire thing out? I like the concept and all, but come on. Why is it five hundred questions long?
I’ll tell you a secret. I didn’t actually fill the thing out. You know you can still go to the party without filling the questionnaire out, right?
No. No, the father of my baby is not in town. He’s actually a secret agent on an undercover mission in China where he’s posing as a conservationist for the WWF attempting to protect the majestic snow leopard. I met him at a blood drive in Connecticut while he was posing as a nurse. Now, if you’re done with your interrogation, kindly fuck off.
[Awkwardly standing nearby while she reams some stranger out, trying to figure out if he should interrupt or walk away, before finally realizing that he’s been standing there far too long to walk away now] Okay, that is--wow, that’s kind of a lot.
Uh, I guess that’s all good to know, though.....Does he have a P.O. box I could send congratulations to, or someth--Sorry, forget that, sarcasm is not constructive right now. Are you...[he shrugs]...okay?
Hashtag ‘Spring Fever’…
Ooh, cool. Hey- Have you seen this? Mrs Hunter’s throwing a party for small local businesses. See, [ he holds his phone up to them ] there’s a fun questionnaire and everything. Plus complimentary food and drink. Awesome.
As much as I love a good party, it feels like it might be a bit....soon. Not that something has to go wrong every time we try to have a party around here, but I think we’ve all got good reason to be a little concerned. The questionnaire sounds promising, though, who doesn’t love to fill out personal info for a bunch of strangers to read?
Alright, maybe that’s dramatic, but still. We’ve got to stay alert at these functions now. Anything can happen.
shinebrightlikea-sapphire :
“Yes. It’s a warning, duh. Alex, Elizabeth… Where is it gonna end? Who are you?” What she was trying to say came from a well-intentioned place but she was so far gone it hardly sounded coherent nevermind anything else. Plus, there wasn’t much threatening about a glare that looked more like a squint while she tottered on too-high heels and abandoned her limes on the bartop. Still, she’d been a Vandervort long enough to know that McAllisters were nothing but trouble and not the kind that she usually liked. “And he rejects Chet. Wow. If you weren’t on thin ice before, buddy… Right, of course you haven’t.” Because of course this was the professional arm-candy Effy would have with her for the Fairchild Ball. Appearance was all but after she shed the pearls and the pleasantries, Sapphire doubted she’d give Xander a second glance in the club. “Anyway. You probably have something super boring to be doing so…”
“Right, right, I’ll remember that. You’re very scary, even when you’re tipsy and all that. Um, here? Because I’m not doing whatever it is you think I’m doing.” It was nice how much she clearly cared for her friends and family, but he would have rather had this conversation some other time, when she might have a chance of remembering that they’d had it. He also would have preferred to have the conversation with literally anyone else, but he couldn’t be picky here. “That was me on thin ice? ‘Cause I’ve kind of been feeling like I’d already fallen through and started drowning for most of this conversation.” He could probably try harder to sound like he was really torn up by her absence, but he didn’t know her that well. “Right, yeah, I have to go get my shoes shined and find a copy of the Wall Street Journal to read. You probably have something to go do that you won’t remember in the morning, so I’ll leave you to that. Enjoy the ball, Sapphire.”
icy-isobel :
“How heroic.” Her tone remained deadpan as she spoke to him, completely unable to find the energy to even weave a fragment of emotion into her words. “Thanks, I’ll be sure to control myself from popping the Jet-Alert like they’re Tic-Tacs.” Okay, so maybe she could still manage sarcasm. Isobel shrugged her shoulders in response, one hand raise as she indicated that he should go ahead. God, it’s seriously just coffee and he was acting as though one bland order was going to define her for the rest of her life. He was irritating her, though it may not be too obvious; that faded, however, when he ordered and Isobel’s expression softened. Who the hell was this guy? Isobel Prescott wasn’t one for gazing, but with her eyes fixed on him and her lips parted slightly, some might assume that she was feeling some feelings. “Thanks.”
“I’m a heroic kind of guy.” He deadpanned back, not breaking their eye contact. He didn’t usually take to people on the first meeting, but someone who could match his dry humor barb for barb seemed like someone worth giving a shot. “If you think you can hold back. Caffeine makes people do some pretty crazy things.” Maybe she wasn’t really as bad as the stories about her made her out to be. She would hardly be the first person in this city to get a bad rap for being a little different. “Of course. Not that I was being selfless in the slightest, though. I can consider that my charity work for the month. I might even get a tax write-off for it. And you get a coffee you won’t regret in an hour, so I guess we both win.”
shinebrightlikea-sapphire :
“You better get your Vandervort kicks while you can then, huh?” Sapphire winked (or at least tried to) at his comment but quickly returned to narrowed eyes and crossed arms. Things had changed since Sophia’s party. Alex might have always been family but now she was someone Sapphire would gladly fight for. Just because her nails were manicured didn’t mean she couldn’t throw a mean right hook and she hoped that was coming across in the look she’d fixed Xander McAllister with. “Oh, is there not? Hey, watch your… Whatever, my point still stands. I am watching you. Those are thee rules but seriously, let’s be real here. You couldn’t handle it- you couldn’t handle Chet. You sound like a total buzzkill,” she grinned before it faltered. This…wasn’t right. Without Camille she was just… Well, she was just biting down on limes. “I’m bored now,” she said, dropping the other lime before grabbing his other shot and downing it for herself. Better. Looking over to him again (remembering he was still there), she added, “Wait, aren’t you here with Ef…lizabeth?”
“Mhh, sure. Whatever you say.” She was so drunk, it wasn’t even funny. But he felt a strange sense of responsibility to keep her safe--probably because he’d have wanted someone to take care of his sister if she ever (god forbid) got blitzed at a party. “Are you....glaring at me? For what? Did you just notice I’m not wearing a tie or something?” Actually he wasn’t even sure she was glaring, the lights might just have been too bright for her. “Oh--um, that’s not...Yeah. Okay. Have fun watching me do absolutely nothing all night. Right, three rules that seem iffy, but whatever. You’re right, and I don’t want to try. he seems like quite a guy. Not my type.” But she reached for the glass, and he had to work hard to stop himself from telling her not to. He wasn’t actually in charge of her wellbeing, strange feelings of responsibility or not. “Um, yes? I mean yes. She’s....somewhere. I don’t know. I haven’t seen her in a while.” Did that sound too careless? He wasn’t sure.
icy-isobel :
“You seem very invested in my coffee intake.” Her immediate reaction was to tell him to calm the fuck down, it was only coffee and he didn’t have to drink it. Her second reaction was obviously to flirt with him, it’s what she did, right? But it seemed she didn’t have the strength for either option right now. “If it’s so important to you, why don’t you order for me?”
“Someone has to protect the city of New York from poor coffee choices. You might as well be crunching down on straight caffeine pills at this rate. Which isn’t a suggestion, by the way.” He was pretty sure she was Isobel Prescott, but he hadn’t actually seen her since high school, and it wasn’t like they ran in the same circles. Better to be safe than sorry and assume he didn’t know her. “Really? You’re going to let a strange guy get a drink for you? I don’t want to sound controlling, but I’ve got a little sister and I hope someone would talk her out of a mistake like that if she tried to make it. But--fine, if you insist. She’ll take a venti soy triple shot latte, with cream, light foam, and caramel on top.” He told the barista. Even if she didn’t want it, he’d drink it.
“Yes, I want a plain cappuccino. I don’t have time to wait for my usual order, just… one cappuccino please.” She was pretty sure this barista was deliberately taking their time, but there was already enough eyes on her without her causing a scene.
“Plain capp--You might as well just ask for a cup filled with bitter foam. Please tell me you’re at least ordering something sweet to go with it, a scone or a muffin or literally anything.” Bothering girls in coffee shops was hardly a common pastime for him, but she had to expect it walking in and ordering something so....bland.
So, uh, judging from the influx of new posts from that creepy as hell gossip site, last night was quite the party I assume?
I mean, other than the FBI raid and the host having a breakdown--yeah, it was really fun. Okay, maybe I’m being a little dramatic. It wasn’t that bad. It wasn’t great either, but there has to be some kind of middle ground, right? We’re somewhere in there.
“Well I don’t think anyone expected that. I’m not quite sure what to do with myself when this happens. I don’t know what to do at these type of engagements anyway, let alone when it all goes upside down and into chaos. Anyone for a double scotch?” She muttered as she walked away from the carnage with a bottle of scotch, she looked about for somewhere to avoid her parents and prying eyes, she opened a door she thought would lead her to own little abyss, yet the abyss was already occupied.
“It’s probably a bit insensitive to be talking about it so casually, right? I mean, half of the people here probably invested money with the guy. But I wouldn’t say no to a drink.” He was lucky that his mother didn’t trust the big-wigs in town to handle anything important, or their family money would undoubtedly be gone as well. The same couldn’t be said for most of the others. “I’ll get the glasses,” He told her, snagging two empty champagne flutes from a tray nearby.
vanessa-films :
What? No. I thought you’d just been holding out on me so it’d be a surprise. Dinner and a show. I guess if it was regularly scheduled, there wouldn’t have been so many shrill cries of outrage. How is it that some kid gets punched by his dad- who’s getting arrested- and it’s still somehow about a wine stain on a silk dress? It was definitely an experience. Don’t know if ‘glad’ is the word.
Damn, sorry to disappoint. I should have planned something a little more...snazzy. This is exactly why we didn’t work, you know? Because I’m terrible with planning and you don’t react well to surprises. Where are your gasps of shock and horror? Your swooning cries? C’mon, act like a real Upper East Sider, just for the night. Okay, the punching was unexpected, but if I’m being honest, we all expected someone to get manhandled by the boys in blue tonight. We just assumed it would be the party host, not a guest. She’s got a bit of a reputation, if you hadn’t noticed [he was only okay with the gossiping because this was Vanessa, and he was honestly just teasing her with how out of control life on the UES was]. Hmm, concerned might fit better? Shell-shocked?
alluring-alexandra :
“Nah, I’m making an effort to behave tonight. For Emmeline’s sake. I mean, who knows? Knowing me, that’ll be out the window after the fifth shot of tequila and that security guard over there will have to escort me off the premises.” Alex laughed a little, rubbing her arm with her left hand. God, she hated this. Every other guy she looked at was easy to talk to, easy to bullshit random pieces of information at them. Hell, she had been all in and about Logan Fucking Hunter, but Xander McAllister was the one causing her existential life issues. “Um… You know, they probably don’t have anymore. We don’t have to go get some, and I don’t have to go alone, and-… And yeah! They’re so over-hyped and insensitive, yeah…” Really she just didn’t want to be eating seafood; it was bad for the baby, right? “We could… get drinks though?” She caught his eye for another brief moment, one shoulder shrugging. In all honesty, part of her kind of wanted their parents to spot them together; one, it would be hilarious to see them react to their children actually getting along and not stuck in competition for once, and two, it might give her a chance to slip away before her flushed cheeks start showing through her make-up.
“Wait, she was fighting with Mrs Huntzberger?” Alex was such a sucker for the drama. So much so that she finally met his gaze for longer than two seconds. “The old one or the new one? Does your dad ever actually stop? I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen him at one of these before. But, uh… yeah, they’re both here. God forbid they ever miss an event. I-… Well hey, I don’t think they have the authority here, but maybe you should keep your distance. Just in case.”
“I think that’s a great idea. And you know Emmeline will appreciate it. She’s really pulling out all the stops tonight. You’ve got to promise to call me before you get escorted out, though. I missed the last one, and I want this on video to commemorate the experience.” Playfully teasing her seemed to be the best route to go here, the only way it felt like they both had even footing in the conversation. Otherwise it was just too damn awkward. “Right, that’s exactly what I was thinking. It’s better to just--what is it my mom’s always saying?--Use our platform to make a statement. Sure, she usually means it about the upper classes standing up for the working class, but I’m pretty sure we can use it here, too.” It was clearly the right thing to have agreed on, because she was asking him for drinks, and that was pretty much the only positive improvement they’d seen for the night. He wasn’t even really sure why he wanted them to get along tonight. It just seemed....nicer, after everything. “We can do drinks. Although you might want to stick to spritzer. That prediction about the security guard is kinda haunting me, now.” He laughed, grateful that she was warming up a little. She’d always been so reserved around him growing up, no-doubt because of their parents feud, and to have finally coaxed her out of whatever funk she’d been in felt like a win.
“Yeah. I thought it was going to come to fisticuffs. Something about hemlines and damaging young girls self-esteem. I stopped listening after she mentioned modern feminism and insulted Mrs. Huntzberger’s spider veins. The old one. Although they both have a lot of spider veins. I don’t think he does, actually. He probably has dreams about the office when he’s away. Yeah, your parents kind of scare me in that area. They’re always here, and looking so...perfect. Like those plastic mannequins in Eleanor Waldorf’s store windows. Oh, uh...is that you asking--I mean, do you want me--” He clears his throat. “Are you asking me to keep my distance?”
