HEY, i think i just saw ANNAKI PALLAS-DEXICOS walking down the strip. stop by to catch up and youâll learn the THIRTY TWO YEAR OLD is working as a/an TOYS R US STORE ASSOCIATE AND ANIMAL SHELTER VOLUNTEER and lives in THE CROIX TOWNHOUSES. given they are AMIABLE but QUICK TO FORGIVE, itâs unlikely that they ARE NOT a vampire. i bet you can find them tearing up the dance floor to AIRHEAD - HONEY REVENGE and youâll know why theyâre called THE SWEETIE PIE.Â
trigger warnings for intro : bullying, child abuse, child protective services, parental death
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Itâs not an event she remembers, but as a baby, Annaki was left with her brotherâs on the doorstep with reckless abandon. While the family of that doorstep did step up to take in the children, they were lucky with the doorstep chance had brought them to.
The Pallas-Dexicos were a family suffering from poverty, with barely enough food to feed the extra mouths they took in, and then turning to use those children as a way to get favors by making the children suffer, drawing more guilt from the community who had no idea the parents were behind it. Being diagnosed with Diabetes Type 1 at a young age, Annaki would have her insulin withheld from her, putting her into insulin shock on multiple occasions as the young girl was put in through confused agony. The only thing that hurt her more than the abuse she suffered was watching her brothers in pain by the same hands, always wanting to curl up in their arms no matter which one of the three was hurt that day.
Eventually, Child Protective Services finally stepped in to help the three of them, who were then transferred to Manchesterâs foster care. Separated from the only two people she knew actual love from, Annaki was bounced from house to house, never making much connections with the families until the age of thirteen. A family who she would stay with for almost three years had taken her in, and Annaki finally felt she found a family who would truly love and care for.
She was sadly wrong, as they would later return her into the foster care system. This betrayal was internalized as she hadnât thought she did anything wrong or to upset them, yet she was returned like a purchase at a store. But Annaki always saw the best in people, even after what she had endured, so she believed it had to be something about herself that behind what had happened.
Most of her time was spent just trying to survive the brutalities of the foster care system and the constant switching of schools. Going to school was barely an escape from the ever-changing foster home she would return to as she faced bullying from her peers. Her optimism when it came to others made her an easy target for girls to pretend to be her friend when in reality, they were mocking her to her face and behind her back. Annaki usually couldnât tell the difference between a genuine and ridiculing friendship, desperate for some kind of amity since she was so detached from those she lived with.
When she finally turned eighteen, she would stick around in New York with her foster family in New York City. Coming across a request for a vet position at the local animal hospital, Annaki jumped on it, the idea of being surrounded by animals all day sounding desirable, especially as her foster mother worked at the vet clinic. She was happy to stay put until her mother was killed, a death that shocked the entire family, and she was left alone when her sisters moved away. She would decide to follow them, as she was never one who liked to be alone, and move to Las Vegas to be with the family.
She has a dog of her own, not a rescue, as he is a Diabetic Alert Dog who is trained to know by scent when there is a change in her blood sugar. Mochi is usually with Annaki wherever she goes.
Personality-wise, Annaki is a very extroverted and cheery person, despite all she has been through. She can sometimes lack when it comes to intelligence and is easily manipulated, but it is only because she still has her heart open to those around her, knowing thereâs good people out there even if she has had the misfortune to have many of the opposite in her life. She can be quite talkative but takes an interest in what others have to say and will remember things that are only mentioned in passing. She prefers to spend her time around people rather than be alone and, when she is alone, needs her dog close by.
His first instinct, entirely unsurprisingly, is to ignore her. But apparently, the more aggressively he signals to the universe that he'd like to be left the hell alone, the more determined the universe becomes to pester him. It's a fucking bleak pattern, a cruel cosmic joke. Edward doesn't know what more he could possibly do to discourage social interaction at this point. Wear a sign around his neck, perhaps? Carry a spray bottle to ward off the more persistent conversationalists?
Normally he'd hide behind his wife for this sort of thing, let her be interesting enough for both of them. Unfortunately, she's had the good sense to leave. He can feel her absence everywhere: nobody to laugh with, nobody who can tell when his social battery is dying, nobody to steer him away from strangers before he says something rude, stupid, or a breathtaking combination of the two.
And then they'll go and sleep with their little noses pressed up against each other. Isn't that just the cutest thing you've ever heard?
God help him. He thinks he'd rather throw himself face-first into the mud and choke on it than be mistaken for a person who'd find this adorable. He can't quite figure out whether she doesn't know who he is or if she's deliberately fucking with him; neither possibility is particularly reassuring.
"Oh, absolutely, it's the cutest thing I've ever heard. You must've read my mind. I'm fighting the overwhelming urge to squeal with delight about it as we speak." Delivered in the same flat tone as ever. "And yes, I imagine it probably hurts them." A beat. "But not nearly as much as this conversation is hurting me."
CONSIDERING THE CHATTERBOX THEY HAD ALWAYS BEEN, there was a high chance Annaki could carry on a conversation with a brick wall without running into any issue, able to fill silence with the most absurd or mundane thought that popped into their blonde head and no resistance against sharing them. The lack of response garnered when as they continued to blather on the topic of one of their favorite animals, though, there really wasn't an animal that wasn't their favorite, similar to how there wasn't a single pet at the shelter they volunteered at that she wouldn't label as her favorite were she asked. Sighing dreamily when one of the hogs laying in a mud puddle let out an egregiously loud mix of a huff and an groan, truly enthralled by the animals before them despite their boorish, all pun intended, behavior, her gaze was drawn back to the bystander standing along with her, at least in her eyes, when he had finally given a response to her monologue on pigs. The monotonous tone of his words didn't register to them as an indication that the sentiment they had boasted towards the fun fact wasn't shared, instead taking the statement at full value and genuine. Despite how often her brothers pointed out just how much flew over her head, the habit of missing sarcasm would continue. "Oh, I don't have to read your mind, because who wouldn't find just the cutest darn thing they've ever heard?" The smile dipped from their face at the confirmation of pain, though, corners of their lips pulling downwards out of sympathy and a bit of distress. "That doesn't seem very right. Why would they even plan an activity that would hurt some poor, defenseless animal? Why would anyone think that's fun and enjoyable, if it's not for the pigs, too? It doesn't seem very fair for everyone to be playing games when it's not a good time for them. They should've picked something the pigs would like, too." The injustice of it all had her distracted from his comment that had followed after it was initially spoken, before her head tilted again, eyes ping ponging back to her rather than the barnyard animals. "How can a conversation hurt worse than a lasso? That's just silly."
with: annaki, astrid and rosalind
where: the glitter gulch lounge
when: may 30th, 1997
"I fail to see the fun in this..." He was half-griping underneath his breath as they idled beside the mechanical bull in the lounge, fingers bunched into his jumper and casting glances over his shoulders repeatedly, perhaps flustered by the troves of people weaving in and out of the space that was normally occupied by dancers half-naked on their poles. There was a tightness in his stomach that refused to go away since he had set foot in the building â however, he had been chalking it to the wretched disgust with the thought of testing his luck on the beast for fun and games, as Annaki put it.
Trust their starlight, star bright sibling to try to wrangle up fun in the form of an urgent care trip waiting to happen. Honestly, if any of the three landed in the hospital, he was almost concerned that Maria would faint like a Victorian lass.
"Sacrebleu," he huffed unhappily and threw his hands up in surrender, "Fine, what if we play old-fashioned to decide who will go first? Rock, paper, scissors. Like when we were children, no?" / @scarlctheart
"Yeah... are you sure this is a good idea? One of us might get hurt," the brunette fretted, wide and fearful brown eyes turning in the direction of her younger sister. On the best of days, Astrid wasn't the impulsive sort. It was simply her lot in life to perpetually worry about her own well-being, as well as the safety of her siblings, which didn't leave much room for spontaneous adventures, nevermind voluntarily taking part in an activity that had the potential to injure her. Leave it to Annaki, the brightest and most optimistic of the Pallas-Dexicos triplets, to wrangle her more dour and level-headed siblings into riding a mechanical bull.
"Oh, I like that idea," the dancer seconded her brother's suggestion, punctuating her agreement with a firm nod. Because there was certainly no way that she or Atticus would volunteer to go first. It was better to leave it up to the universe. Not that the universe had been much of a friend to Astrid lately. When the people she was growing to care about weren't skipping town, it was one thing after another in Sin City itself, almost as if Vegas was determined to remind her that she was fated to lead a life where tragedy loomed around every corner. There was no escaping it... not here at least. "What do you think, Naki? Does that sound fair?" / @wiithstars
"ATTI, YOU'RE ALWAYS SAYING THAT," the blonde sighed with disapproval of her brother already avoiding the amusement she instead found in their surroundings effortlessly, not unlike the game nights or movie nights she was often trying to coerce him and his girlfriend into now that they were all living happily as roommates. Or, at least happily from Annaki's rose-colored perspective. "Of course, it's a good idea!" She assured happily when turning her gaze instead on Astrid, smile lighting up her face effortlessly as if the confidence behind it ensured the statement's truth. "That's why there's all that padding around it, to make sure it's tip top safe. Probably safer than a jungle gym, and jumping off the swings when at the very top. It's not like, it's a real bull." Not that the ethics of using real animals seemed to matter much to whoever had planned the event, as the hogs outside had proved. Were she stealthy enough to break them all out and give them their freedom in the middle of the night, she would have. Said smile dimmed for only a moment at the following suggestion made, but she nodded regardless. "Only the most fair." The only problem was her track record at winning the game from their childhood wasn't exactly very high, though she rarely held a winning streak with any sort of game, an ironic fact considering she was often the one pushing for board games or family game nights in general. The bottom of her fist landed up the open palm while her expression turned just about as serious as it could, preparing herself with determined nature, beginning the game and only to get distracted when a familiar face was spotted in the sea of many. "Rosalind!" Unlike her siblings, Annaki took no issue with calling out her name in the crowded club. // @rosfm
where : glitter gulch lounge
when : weekend of may 30th, 1997
who : @edward-weiss
"OH, AREN'T THEY JUST ADORABLE?" While other spectators may have been more preoccupied with checking out the bodies of wranglers coated in mud, Annaki's wide eyes were instead upon the hogs they were after, a sigh dreamily leaving her mouth as the animal lover was in the midst of appreciation for the rather...rough around the edges swine. Yet, she was only reminded of the much smaller version that was arguably running the Pallas-Dexicos (and now Bertolla) household with his constant audibilities, most commonly high-pitched squeals. Her comment was made in to no one in particular, but once her gaze was pulled away from the pigpen and landed on a man not far away, she was (metaphorically) lassoing him in her own way by attempting to drag him into conversation despite given no indication of any interest in one. "You know, people are always giving them a bad rap, but they're such great animals. Everyone acts like they're dirty, but they'll only go to the bathroom in one spot wherever they live and won't eat or sleep anywhere near it." Eyes blinked and her lips curled up, as if the information she was sharing was purely the most interesting thing in the world. "And then they'll go and sleep with their little noses up against each other's. Isn't that just the cutest thing you've ever heard?" Her grey orbs returned back to the large animals, and her head tilted. "Do you think it hurts them? To be lasso'd all weekend? What if they don't want that?"
Benny frowned. If the universe listened to him... well, there would be a lot of people in trouble and he'd be way further along in life. But alas, the universe liked to put him into deep shit. He should believe in karma maybe, because he had a hand in his own destruction.
He shook his head. He still didn't think he got grumpy, he got angry maybe, but he was very good at pretending he was unbothered by everything. He hummed, neither in agreement nor disagreement, but the frown returned when she engaged, leaning in, gauching for more information. Fuck, he'd said too much, hadn't he. Benny didn't open up. He fucked off or fucked up. He rarely made friends, and those he considered such knew very little about him.
"Cuz I'm deflecting," he said, scratching behind his ear. "Thought I liked these people, but don't feel as welcome as I thought I might." He'd really expected a nice letter.
He laughed, genuinely. "Yeah, fair. That probably does it." He grinned, looking the other over, she was cute. He thought that way too often. But no, he had to pay attention to the room tonight, he needed to know more about the letter. "You into this thing? Know the groom or the bride personally?"
ANNAKI HAD ALWAYS NATURALLY BEEN AN OPEN BOOK. Her heart had faithfully been worn on her sleeve no matter how many times it had been bruised or broken or taken advantage of, and she didn't think she was capable in navigating her life in any other sort of fashion even if she wished to not wear her emotions and thoughts so clearly for the entire world to see and dissect. Deflecting as a means against sharing how one felt was practically a foreign concept to her. "Do you do that a lot, or is it just because I'm asking too many questions? Well, I guess that's another one. I'm not really good at not asking questions." And she wasn't very good at realizing just how much patience that asked of others, either. "Not welcomed? Well that can really take someone out of the wedding mood, no wonder you have thoughts of something bad happening. We just need to find a way to restart the party spirit in you! It usually only takes a few minutes on the dance floor to do that for me." A wince cross their face at the first question he had asked back, the nail of her pointer finger meeting her teeth as they considered how to weasel out of it without admitting to her guest list crime, always coming back to spilling the truth regardless. "Well, I love weddings. Just all the love in the air; it's magical. But I don't...exactly know the bride or groom...nor do they really know I'm here. I mean, it's not really wedding crashing; I came to pick up my girlfriend, and I guess I just wanted a peek at the party. Please don't blow my cover."
Opal found that, more often than not, they lived in the library. If it were open twenty-four hours then she would have shacked up with a sleeping bag. She liked going through the newspaper archives, though more often than not her eyes were swimming by the end of the day.
Maybe she'd print just one article to say her search for the day hadn't proven futile.
When she reached the printer, however, she saw she wasn't the only one needing its use. Upon hearing the request, Opal bit her bottom lip. âThis old thing?â She grimaced at the beast that was the copier. âIn my experience, printers and copiers are monsters that know exactly when you need them to work. Have you tried kicking it? Or blowing the dust off?â Unless it was one of those machines that needed the dust to work - she had encountered more than one fax machine in her day that actually worked better before they cleaned it. âDo you see the plug anywhere? Maybe we should make sure it's turned on first.â
"OH, MAN, IT'S OLD, TOO? No wonder I can't figure it out," they sighed dramatically, perhaps taking words more literally than they were meant with the expression, but grey hues blinked at the suggestions given, features going slack for a moment of consideration. "Are you sure I won't get arrested for like, violence against electronics, even if they're not working right?" Despite the question, their foot kicked out, giving what could best accurately be described of that of a love tap than an actual true and forceful kick, even if they probably harbored enough current frustrations with the lack of ease in the task to offer a more hearty attempt contrary to what their tiny stature suggested. It was simply against everything that Annaki who they were to act brutal against something, even if it were nonliving. After all, they never really understood why it was considered mocking when someone would say they were incapable of hurting a fly. "It's going to be really hard to handwrite a bunch of copies of these flyers and get them plastered all over town from behind bars. Or maybe that would work in my favor, do you think? Like pulling a publicity stunt to make people really pay attention instead of ignore everything." Their own logic wasn't questioned on their own part, despite the way they weaved an indirect and distracted path from point A to B with their words, halting their own line of thought to lean around the machine in a wonky fashion and coming back to standing with a cord that wasn't plugged into any outlet and a laugh. "Ha, silly me! Guess having some power would help here, right? Could you imagine if I had been standing here for even longer than twenty minutes trying to figure it out? That would've been soo embarrassing."
mireya loved books. whilst she felt pressured somewhat with other people around her when trying to find a book, the young woman could spend hours doing it. living alone, she did live on her own time so outside work, there were no time constraints for her. sometimes it was nice to stay in athe same place for a few hours, taking her time to choose something that she'd enjoy. regularly, she enjoyed a good murder mystery or spy story but after current events, she was finally leaning into fantasy. after picking up three (that was her maximum because there was a chance she wouldn't end up reading two), mireya made her way to the desk to check them out until she noticed the other looking at the copier confused. her stopping for a moment landed the grey eyes on her almost immediately. "uh-hi-" she responded quickly as she made sure to keep her voice quiet. "yeah, i do, actually. we have them at work. was actually just waiting for a moment this week to be useful so here, i am." giving the other a smile, she popped her chosen selection down on a nearby table and then proceeded to reset the machine. "thousands, huh? i don't think they'll allow that... budget cuts and all, so... let's start with five and you can see how they turn out?" she was unaware of the content of the poster. raising her eyebrows with the optimism that the other would take her words in the right way, mireya nodded.
ANNAKI GENERALLY MANAGED TO STAND OUT amongst their surroundings. They had a general lack of awareness when it came to social cues that otherwise should have been loud and clear, they were incredibly boisterous whether or not situations called for it, and their style, both aesthetically and in mannerisms, didn't shy away from volume. Blinking, they hadn't caught on to mimic that of the much softer voice of the person they had asked for help from, as that would've been far too wise and they were generally incapable of taking a subtle hint such as that, instead they clasped their hands together in front of them at the agreement, gleeful in the "Oh, perfect! We don't use them at my job. Well, we have the printers that make the little price tags that you stick on the shelves, but they've never asked me to use it. I guess it's always taken care of before I get to work," the blonde concluded with a shrug, no further thought put into it. If it had, the true conclusion behind the lack of experience still wouldn't have been come across that it was with good reason that all machinery housed in the toy store were tasks they had never been asked to do, always instead given ones that were people-oriented instead. "I guess we can start there, but I need enough to make sure everyone in Vegas sees one. They always say when someone goes missing that someone has to know something but the flyer isn't going to work if that one someone doesn't even see it, right?" Maybe she should've tried to see if they could've afforded a billboard or big posters, but ringing up children's toys didn't exactly allow the biggest budget herself. "Oh, that's a good point. I hope I put it in there right, so they do come out how they're supposed to."
The recent breaking news of more bodies turning up in Sin City left the novice reporter with a bustling newsroom and frantic calls from a terrified public to contend with. As one of the few front-facing journalists at the station, a part of the on-air news team, it wasn't uncommon for concerned citizens to stop Willa around town with whispers of the different theories floating around, desperate to catch the killer (or killers) on the loose. Though some of the more seasoned reporters in her midst might turn their noses up at the idea of fielding these potentially false leads, the brunette didn't mind lending a listening ear whenever she could, even if the information didn't lead anywhere. After all, any and all knowledge concerning the most recent deaths could mean a break in the case. At the end of the day, she just wanted justice for the families left behind in the wake of these tragedies. So, when she spotted a young woman struggling with the copy machine, a missing persons flyer in hand, she couldn't help herself.
"Oh, I can help you with that!" Willa assured the blonde, a bright smile lighting up her features. "We have a few of these older machines down at the station. Once you get into the rhythm of working around all their little quirks, it's not too hard to get it going, I promise." As she talked, her hands moved expertly from the flyer to the buttons on the machine, barely stopping as she went through the steps of getting copies started with the swiftness of a seasoned professional, a Xerox whisperer. "I don't know about printing thousands, but this baby can definitely handle a few hundred at a time." Pressing a final button and watching on as the machine spat out the first copy, Willa presented the warm flyer to them with a triumphant flourish. "Ta-da! Now all you have to do is wait." Leaning back against a nearby table, the reporter questioned gently, "So... do you know the woman that's missing? Or are you just lending a hand?"
ANNAKI HAD ENOUGH OF AN UPHILL BATTLE with the family friend missing than also adding on top of that fighting with a copier, especially when the blonde had never been the best with technology to begin with. (Regularly, they were ruining the fragile inner workings of cassette tapes when merely trying to rewind to relisten to favorite segments of songs, and it wasn't an uncommon practice for them to be pestering their brother and roommate to present him with another one to try and fix, were it even possible.) Heejin had always been more of an elusive party, even though Annaki could frequently be considered someone who pried into each and every one of her relatives' lives and shoved their way into topics that may have been considered forward by anyone with a better understanding of social concepts, they didn't know much about her life. Still, that wouldn't stop them from having high hopes that once their flyers were out on streets, plenty of tips would come pouring in that would lead them back to her whereabouts. Smiling at the kindness offered in the form of aid, their expression changed to one of anticipation at her words. "At the station? Are you a police officer? Because I could use your help in another way, too! Although every time I go there, they keep telling me to stop coming..." Surely law enforcement couldn't be upset that they were just...attentive. Their voice lowered as if letting the other in on a secret the copier couldn't be allowed in on, grey eyes practically giving it an offensive glance. "Honestly, I think the thing has a lot of quirks, that or it just doesn't like me very much." Once it had whirred back to life, or at least working condition, their hands clapped together, almost reaching for one of the freshly printed copies but stopping themselves as to not mess up the process now that it was finally in motion. "Oh, I do! My family is so worried about. I mean, it isn't really so unlike her to kind of go off on her own sometimes, but usually we can at least contact her. I mean, maybe sometimes my calls go ignored-" As there wasn't a single person in the family who answer every single one of Annaki's many rings on the phone. "-but not everyone's."
Benny chuckled. Though it was only for a moment because he thought they were kidding. On second glance, it seemed they were very serious about the wood thing, and then flipped the question back to him making him almost spit out his drink - the few drops of moisture that he'd injested. "Fake wood, probably," he said, as he knocked on it, three times for good measure. He still thought something shit was going to happen, but they weren't wrong. He might be a bit... thrown off. "I'm never grumpy," he said in response, and threw them a smile.
He paused. "But I am most certainly deflecting something upon these festivities." He looked back at them, eyes slightly narrowed. "Do I look grumpy?" Because he was vain and he did have plans to not go home alone tonight.
THEIR HEAD TILTED JUST A CENTIMETER TO THE SIDE as he laughed, assuming he was entertained with their words over anything else. It would be far from the first, and safe to assume, most definitely not the last time the reason laughter had flown straight over her head, as there were plenty of times as a child (and a handful as an adult) when she fully believed she was in on the joke when in reality, she was the joke. Still, Annaki was pleased to see her suggestion was taken seriously when his knuckles rapped against the wood, a smile crossing her face as if she had singlehandedly saved the marriage the day was celebrating, before her expression twisted with a bit of contemplation. "Well...it's really the thought that counts when it comes to this stuff, right? As long as the universe knows what you mean." They were making up their own rules now, but that wasn't uncommon, either. "It's okay if you are. Everyone gets grumpy sometimes." It was said with the most pure of intentions. Interested now, though, an elbow was placed upon the table and their chin in their hand. "Well, why do you say that, about deflecting?" They didn't entirely follow but it would stop the conversation whatsoever for them, and they took the question in stride with a critical once over. "You don't look too grumpy, but you should keep your smile. I think expecting something bad makes you sound a tiny wee bit grumpy."
where:Â twice sold tales, public library section
when:Â april 10th, 1997
who: @boneyardstarters
THEIR EYEBROWS SCRUNCHED AS GREY EYES stared at the copier in puzzlement in why there was no noise coming from it, lifting the heavy top of it once more then lowering it, slowly, as if the machinery was a living being that required niceties to work as they desired. The directions posted on the wall had already once been followed step by step with as much attention to detail that Annaki could provide, but when that first try seemingly didn't work nor did her offering of kindness, the next plan of action was a random assortment of buttons and some hopefulness that something would suddenly make it begin to whir to life. All they had wanted to do was be able to help in the search for the mother they had never known to be such until after she had already gone missing, weeks passing with no word of information on her whereabouts. There wasn't much they thought they could do besides continue to hang up flyers asking for any information, though, the chances of even that were beginning to seem slim if technology didn't begin to work with her. "Hey, hi!" They called sweetly to the closest person, unintentionally breaking the peaceful quiet of the library. "Do you know how this thing works? I need as many copies as possible. Maybe ten thousand....or two hundred if that's all it can do. But I can't get even one."
with: @boneyardstarters
where: the weiss wedding
when: march 20th, 1997
Soleil didn't expect the mad dash for the bouquet toss by the bride to devolve into human carnage â elbows flying, people yelling at each other, nails digging into pliant flesh; actually, she had the sheer luck to make it to the front-and-center and nearly had the twining of flowers in her hands when someone came out of nowhere and knocked her to the ground. A couple others tripped over her and fell on top, leading the aerialist to let out a shrill squeal at the top of her lungs as she was dogpiled. "Ohmygod," she groaned when the warm bodies crushing her into the polished floors scrambled away and pushed herself up onto her elbows. Bright crimson dribbled onto the ground, and she held a hand up, realizing that she was now a geyser of blood directly from her nose. "Aw, hell. Y'all played a little too rough with this one!" Suppose everyone was hounding for the good luck from the wedding of the year. "Can I get a little hand gettin' up off the floor, or ya gonna make me work for that one, too?" the sore loser grumbled to the person directly hovering above her, lifting an arm to shield the sunlight pouring in through the massive windows from piercing directly into her corneas.
ANNAKI'S ORIGINAL PLAN WAS TO SIMPLY SAY their greetings to the people they knew in attendance of the wedding, possibly grab a bite to eat and glass to drink, then make a polite exit with her girlfriend, considering she was technically being a wedding crasher at the current moment. How exactly they had ended up on the dance floor when the bouquet was being tossed was even a question to themself, as the topic of marriage hadn't even been broached with their girlfriend nor anywhere in the near future, so catching the bouquet wouldn't keep it's old wives' tale truth of being the next to marry should they had been the one to catch it anyway. Still, their pale hands were above their head, gleeful and eager as ever, jumping as the clump of flowers flew and unintentionally hitting a thin hip against Soleil, entirely oblivious to her even being there. Already wearing a pout when the bouquet landed in another's hands, it took all of thirty seconds for her eyes to instead turn wide as Soleil was splayed on the floor. A hand was offered as soon as the request left her mouth, apologetic. "I didn't even see you there! I guess that means you didn't catch it either. Wow, if I didn't get it, I would've wanted it to at least be someone who I know would invite me to their wedding so I got to go to another one." Not that a lack of invite stopped them, clearly. "I didn't mean to be rough; there was just so many people. I think I got caught up in how exciting it would've been to catch it, though! Doesn't seeing such a pretty wedding like this one just make you dream of your own?"
where :Â weiss manor gardens
when :Â march 20th, 1997
who : @outlcws
THERE WAS RARELY A PLACE THEIR HOT PINK VOLKSWAGEN didn't draw attention, kitsch by design with a sparkly pig air freshener swinging from the rearview mirror as they put it into park, but it felt especially so when surrounded by more models of sports cars and luxury vehicles than they think they had ever before seen with their own eyes. No call from Kittiya Meechai had gone to voicemail since the moment the blonde had gotten her number in their own possession and that night would be no different, the episode of the The Crocodile Hunter that had been playing on their television when they flipped to the Animal Planet promptly paused and never resumed so they could instead drag one of many dresses out of their closet and provide a ride home to her girlfriend who had been left stranded at possibly the most weddings Las Vegas would be seeing that year. After a pitstop to pick up a sugary drink, no alcohol as the possibility existed to make their blood sugar to drop even if they weren't driving and their trusty canine wasn't in tow to track it, their steps were soft as if they were expecting some sort of security to pop out at any moment to loudly call them on invading the gathering.
Grey eyes were searching faces and the backs of heads for that of the fortune teller's, pace picking up and smile spreading across their face once they had found her. "I found you!" Their hand not curled around the glass cup had found theirs, reached for theirs immediately, as if needing the contact even more than usual when in such a romantic setting. "No wonder the roads are empty; anyone who's anyone is here. And I get it because this place looks like it could be a ball in a princess story!" If anyone would know, it would be the one who had spent years trying to escape their own childhood by crawling into stories of fairytales. "What happened to Romi? Did you two get into an argument about something? I can't believe anything would want to make someone miss their dad's wedding." Oblivious to the inner workings of the family with a tendency to view others through rose-colored glasses, their attention hadn't lasted on that subject for long before their onslaught of questions continued. "Did you want to leave right now?" Their clasped hands swung, as Annaki took a step to the side in a manner that was trying to seem innocent despite their next request. "Because we coooould stick around just for a wee tiny bit longer. Just to say hi to people. Or enjoy the food." Eyes were now rounding to that of plead-worthy sizes, before they lifted to the balls of their feet at the change of music and her glass was discarded on a nearby table, forgotten instantly. "Or dance! I love this song. Can we dance, pleasepleaseplease?"
After the godfather of the Weiss family had stormed off with his youngest daughter, Alice was left in the lofty dining room with the rest of the guests, half the them left whispering to one another while the other half attempted to make awkward conversation about anything but what they'd just witnessed. The journalist had been furiously scribbling onto her tiny notepad, trying to catch every word that Romi Weiss had said. At first, the speech had started out like any other but as it went on, the girl was clearly devolving into some sort of...madness, maybe? There was something off about her and Alice had noticed it even before she'd tanked her speech. To be fair, she didn't really know the girl, not personally. But something was clearly going on beneath the surface, that much had been made clear. As she'd ended her toast with a dark warning to her new family members, Alice had been hanging onto her every word, trying to decipher whatever hidden message lay beneath the heiress' words. But now that the show was over, she looked across the table and said "I can't believe I thought covering this wedding was going to be boring..." There was certainly a soft spot for Romi in her heart--as much as there could be, at least, considering she was practically a stranger. Still, Alice was grateful that her own father was a kind, gentle man instead of being someone like Peter Weiss. She knew better than to not be afraid of him. "At least the food is good," she said, popping a seared scallop into her mouth.
IF THEY WERE ONLY GOING TO BE THERE FOR A HOT MINUTE, Annaki had figured they could at least give a brief hello to the family they had at the event, though, with the habit they had of extending every conversation far beyond what was necessary, there really was no such thing as brief when it came to the animal shelter volunteer. Plopping down in one of the vacant chairs at the table Alice was sat at with a plate of hors d'oeuvres they had managed to findâbecause again, if they were only going to be there for a short while then they might as well try the food, tooâcurls leftover from the day before tumbled to the side as their head tilted, curious about her words. "Why would you expect it to be boring? It's a wedding! That's one of the most exciting events to ever happen to a person. For the bride and groom the most, but just getting to see two people in love..." A sigh too endeared for someone who hadn't even witnessed the vows or nuptials left her mouth, their elbow placed on the table so they could rest their chin upon their palm and stare off in true hopeless romantic fashion. Once they had managed to regain a handle on their thoughts, brows scrunched as their voice dropped comically low. "What is it that everyone is whispering about? What're you writing down? I think I missed something, but I don't know what it is. It's not that obvious I'm not supposed to be here, right?" Surely they couldn't have been highlighted as a wedding crasher in the mere twenty minutes they had been there.
Benny looked at the note with a sour face. Not what he had expected, that was for certain. He had read it four times so far, and knew that he couldnât say with a hundred percent certainty who the name belonged to that was mentioned there. But he did know what secret the note mentioned of his own. He wasnât so much confident that he could get away with his secret being out in the open, as he was simply Benny: he wanted to have whomever had written this to try. His belly felt hot with anticipation, and he grinned at the idea of a fall out. Even if he knew⊠it wouldnât be pretty. But his life never was.
He pushed the note into his tuxedoâs inside pocket and stood, walking to the edge of the dance floor to mingle, lips to his glass. âA beautiful ceremony like this⊠you simply expect something to go awry, right?â
TECHNICALLY, ANNAKI SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN THERE. No invitation had been written in their name, and their girlfriend was already a plus one. The blonde hadn't been to many weddings, but they were pretty sure plus ones didn't get their own plus ones, but when they were enjoying a tub of Neopolitan ice cream at home alone (one they had conveniently stuffed in the back of the freezer so it wouldn't be apparent to Atticus' eyes when the door was pulled open), Kitty had called to request a ride home, and they were all too ready to play knight in shining armor to her needs, or rather, knight in sparkling pink dress. Never before had they stepped a foot in the Weiss manor, but once they had, they certainly didn't want to turn around and leave immediately, at least not without getting to appreciate all the extravagant decorations that made them feel as if they were walking through a fairytale castle. Wide-eyed and with a Shirley Temple in their hands, a gasp left left their glossed lips. "Why would you say that? You can't jinx them like that on their wedding day! Now you have to knock on wood or something to make up for it and make sure it doesn't come true! Is the table wood?" Considering his expression for a beat longer, Annaki may not have been known for their intelligence, but emotional intelligence was an entirely different field. "Are you just saying that because you're grumpy?"
