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Location: Evergreen Heights || Time: 6:50pm || Outfit: ♥

It has been a while since Genesis has been invited to a party. She has been to many individual dates where there happened to be a party. Her focus was on one person so the party did not matter. But not she had a real party to attend. Where she would be intermingling. This was rather exciting. And she did not even need a new outfit. She had plenty of outfits from when she was acting as an escort. This time she can use her actual name. Miss Carter was standing in front of her full length mirror with just her undergarments on. She was trying to get her hair and make up done. If she had the dress on first then she would ruin it. She took a few steps back to make sure that each curl was perfectly curled. There was a buzzing. She reached for her phone and read the message from Ashton. He was the person who invited her to the party.Taking a break from curl patrol, she replied.

To: Ashton
Got the outfit right on the first try. And see you soon.

Which she had her phone in her hand she decided to send out a couple more messages.

To: Ant
I hope to see you at this party and later in my bed

To : West
West darling. You better be ready to dance with me.

That was all the text messages she had time for. She still had to get the dress on and then double check to make sure that she was not a complete mess. Placing the phone back down, she took a step back up to the mirror and fixed up the curls in her hair. Once they were perfected, she unplugged the curling iron and finally went to put the dress on. She was very careful to make sure not to get any makeup stains on it. Genesis adjust the edge of the dress when it was completely on. Back in front of the mirror. It looked great. Next were the shoes. She clasped the buckle and stood up straight. She was about three inches taller than normal. Slowly the outfit was coming together. Genesis started running around the room looking for accessories. She settled for stud earrings and a while clutch. One last look in the mirror. "Perfect"

She left her room, with phone in hand. She checked her social media and kind of just stood in the common area. "Athena! Are you ready?" Genesis and Athena were roommates and good friends. They had no problems with one another and often hang out. They were not extremely close, but they were definitely friends. "And do you DD?" she added, before finally moving to sit on the couch. Genesis needed a designated driver herself. She planned on drinking. But at the same time she did not expect to go back home with Athena. An idea came to her head and she sent Ant another message.

To: Ant
Would you like to be my DD?"

The message was sent and she was back to scrolling through her phone. Her and Athena needed to leave soon if they wanted to be on time. The earlier they got there the more wine she had access too. Just the thought of wine was making her wan to rush Athena. But she was keeping herself together and being patient. Genesis took a selfie and decided to focus her time on what filter should be used on it for instagram.

Anthony wasn’t exactly having the most fantastic day. Getting a ticket on the way back to the apartments was just the cherry on top of the wonderful cake. He had of course tried to work his way out of it with different excuses.”I’m sorry officer, I need to get home, but In my defense, that Stop sign is missing the T. It’s a bit misleading if you ask me” The officer of course hadn’t asked, but Tony thought there was no shame in trying. After being handed the dreaded piece of paper he continued on, finally making it home. A shower was first on his list. I t had been a long day of dance classes at school followed by more classes at the studio. Cleaning up was long overdue. There were also some important matters, such as tonight’s party. Tony didn’t know Ashton all that well. They didn’t really run in the same circles, but he knew him enough to be invited. He also knew several of the people attending, which could only make more a fantastic night. Just as he stepped out of the shower, his phone which was resting on his bed began to buzz. Genesis? The freshly showered man smirked down at his phone after reading both messages.



Anthony was never the type to abstain himself when there was alcohol around. Unfortunately neither were his friends, but on the off chance that someone was suddenly opting out to drinking, he decided to text a few more texts. Typing out one message, because sending the same message to two different people was a waste of time, he sent the group text.



The send button was pressed and Anthony returned to his grooming. Not that there was all that much left to do, in fact, all he had left was to get dressed. ANd then possible get something to eat. The male threw on an outfit, possibly the first thing he found in his closet. He was never exactly that strict about fashion. He did like to dress up, but this wasn’t a coat and tie kind of part in the least. A simple t-shirt, jeans and sneakers would do. One of the perks of being male was not having to worry about hair or make up. Once the clothes were on, he was practically set. He looked around the room, wondering what Ali was up to. Perhaps getting ready for the event. These kinds of parties didn’t seem like her type of scene, but people could always surprise you. Deciding to get a bite before leaving, Tony headed to their small kitchen, immediately rummaging through the refrigerator for anything edible.

Thomas stood in front of his mirror, putting the finishing touches to his outfit. He honestly could not remember the last time he was in such a good mood. Who knew that a quiet night visiting a book store could turn into a long night of passion, video games, Batman, and intense make out sessions? When he fell asleep, the sun had just begun to sneak its way past the horizon. Of course, he wasn't the only one to fall asleep.

It came with some surprise earlier that the warm, soft pillow he had been cuddling with had been Mai and the night before hadn't been some intense sugar and alcohol fueled hallucination. This presented quite a problem. While they hadn't gone beyond second or third base (those baseball metaphors confused him more than he'd like to admit), he did not think either Marisol or Lindsey would believe that they weren't spending all morning reenacting scenes from the Discovery Channel. He was glad he had his own bathroom. He did not fancy the thought of Marisol catching him heading to the bathroom smelling of sweat, perfume, and bourbon.

He peaked out his door and didn't see Marisol anywhere. He smiled slightly.

"The coast is clear," he called out in his room. If they could pretend they were out all day together, then neither of them would have to endure their roommates teasing them about falling into bed together the same night they met.

"I would love it if you accompanied me to Ashton's party. It'd be easier to pretend we were out all day then. And I'd love to see you dance," he teased. At this moment, Anthony chose to text him and he grinned.

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6:15 PM

It’d be a lie for Park to say that any one day was busier than the last because to him all of his days were busier than the last and it seems to be never ending. But now that the weekend was vastly approaching, Park could finally take a breather from the stresses of life and take a moment to relax and bask in the glory of the weekend. He knew that there was a party planned for some time this weekend but it had escaped Park’s mind that the party was quickly approaching. At this time, Park was talking through his front door, still dressed for work in his dance attire. His muscles were sore from having started new choreography earlier that week and having practiced it all week. It wasn’t easy running a dance studio, especially when he has to manage most of it on his own. Park had been blessed with the art of saving money and was able to start his own dance company. It was still in the opening and new coming stages but it was quickly picking up and lots of people were joining. Park was even able to find some bigger names that were serious about joining him in his company path. But opening up his own dance company meant more than just dancing, it was filled with paperwork, payroll, setting up the store itself and, of course, getting clientele. Luckily for him, Park has good friends in high places with big names.

Walking through his front door, Park peeled off his shoes at the front door, kicking them back. He groaned as he tossed his backpack over his shoulder and onto his couch. He didn’t know if his roommate was home, but ignoring the thought of looking for him. Instead, Park walked directly to the bathroom, where he peeled off the rest of his clothes while starting a hot shower. Park connected his phone to his speakers, let the bathroom fill with warm steam, and stepped into the shower. Park let the hot water pelt his body as he lathered and rinsed. While he was in the shower, his music stopped to alert him of a text arriving. Park finished his shower, wrapped himself in a towel and walked to his room. In his hand, his phone read the time being 6:45 and he had received a text from Ashton. He opened the text and read it. “Shit!” Park rushed to get dressed. He knew the party was to be a black light party; he didn’t want to stick out like a sore thumb, so Park decided on all black with a modest sliver of white in the form of a thin tie. He quickly texted Ashton back to let him know that he would in fact need a ride. He slipped on his shoes, put on deodorant and lightly sprayed cologne on his neck and chest. As he ran out the door, Park called out to his roommate. “Pete! I’m heading out. I’ll see you later!” Park ran down to the parking lot where he found Ashton waiting. He smiled as he walked quickly towards the car. Once he approached, he let himself in the passenger seat. “Hey you,” Park warmly smiled at Ashton.

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Mai was sitting on Thomas's bed leaning back on her elbows, as she watch him fix his collar in the mirror. She couldn't help but smile as she slowly recounted the events of last night.

She honestly couldn't remember the last time she had ever stayed the night at a man's house she had just met. Oh right never. She still couldn't deny, that it was the most possible fun she had in some time, and she had become quite intrigued, with the businessman from 202. He practically had her, hook, line, and sinker, the moment he had stepped into her shop. What ensued next was a lot of arguing over video games, a bottle of bourbon, and well, a lot of kissing. They had both ended up watching batman in his room and falling asleep, which she found quite amusing. She wasn't going to complain though, who wouldn't want to wake up in the arms of Thomas Clemens?

She let out a small sigh of relief as there was no sign of Marisol, at the moment. She would've been mortified if the girl had found out, she wouldn't have heard the end of it. "That's a relief", She fell back onto his bed with a small sigh. She closed her eyes, she was still going through a 'hangover' from the movie marathon, and crawling back into bed, with or without Thomas sounded live a lovely idea.

A small groan of frustration escaped her at the word 'party', and she smashed a pillow on her face in distress."Mmppf. Social events, my favorite", Her voice was slightly muffled. She had never been an advocate for parties. To many crowded, sweaty bodies in one area, freaked her out, and not to mention she was never labeled an amazing dancer. "Trust me, you do not want to see me dance, its like a giraffe on ice skates" She couldn't help but laugh slightly at the image of it. "I've considered numerous times going to Park for help, but I don't even think he could fix the mess that is, me dancing".

While the thought of going to a black light party with Thomas sounded fun, she was still unsure about attending. She still didn't know if Lindsey was going and she felt more comfortable if she had a friend there as backup. Deciding to ask, she sat up and grabbed her phone off of the dresser and sent her roommate a quick text.

To Lins:
Are you going to Ashton's party? Thomas is trying to drag me there, and I need a wing girl :). Pretty please, you can bring Miles!

6:55 PM

Thomas paused a moment, as though in deep thought. He grinned and waited until she was finished texting before sitting in bed with her and wrapping an arm around her. He had been doing that a lot lately, he noticed. She was just too cute sometimes. He turned to her and laughed.

"I think I'd still like to see that. I wouldn't let you slip or at least I'd fall over with you if pull me down to the ground," he told her, "I'm not much of a dancer myself, but I won't turn down the opportunity to have you on my arm."

Truthfully, he did not know how to dance. Over the course of his life, he just imitated the people around him whenever he found himself at a party. He appreciated formal functions more in that aspect. There were only so many ways you could mess up a slow dance. As he gazed at her, he smirked slightly.

"I hear grace is half of dancing and you were very graceful last night," he teased.

West didn't arrived home till well into the morning, his body wired with drugs and alcohol and not ready for sleep. Ashton was still dead to the world, so he had no entertainment there. He'd taken a cold shower to cool his body down and force into into a coma like sleep till well into the afternoon, when his dead brain awoke to a dirty hangover and the usual dull itch for more. He'd managed to snag two nights off in a row, a pleasure that came few and far between, so he had a few nights of binging on on his favorite addictions- rum, coke, and sex. He woke up to the sounds of Ashton moving around the apartment- though he was never loud, to Westley's recovering drug addled mind it sounded like Ash was throwing a mini rave out there. His body was sluggish and heavy when he finally removed himself from his sweaty comforter- he was naked, which wasn't a surprise as he usually removed every single article of clothing when he came home high. It usually lead to hilarious moments with his room mate- West could practically smell the gay wafting off him even if Ashton refused to believe it himself. He never pushed it much, unless he was drunk or high, because he knew the up-and-coming model wasn't ready for anything heavy yet.

Wesley's hand moved to his wallet without even thinking, opening up the billfold to find two small packets of white powder safely tucked inside. Thankfully he had been sober enough last night to refill his stash- he didn't feel the itch at the moment, but he would give himself an hour before his body started retaliating and needed a fix. His room was dark and musky, a small cavern of his own creating. He kept the curtains pulled tight at all times, smoked with the windows closed, and generally hated cleaning up after himself. Thankfully Ash didn't seem to give a shit what he did in here as long as it didn't spread into the shared living space.

West had just stood up to search out his boxers when Ashton popped into his room without knocking, looking delicious in his simple outfit of shorts and a t-shirt. He didn't bother covering himself- it wasn't anything Ashton hadn't walked in on before, and he loved making the other man uncomfortable. He turned to face him, an eyebrow popping up in question of the intrusion.

"Hey, I'm heading out to the party. Need a ride?" Westley raised his brow as Ashton looked down at his phone- obviously he wasn't going to play along with his teasing today. He sighed, grabbing a pair of discarded boxers and pulled them on.

"Sweet, thanks for letting me know as you're walking out the door. Give me like, two minutes to get ready?"

Ashton left his doorway, mumbling something about meeting him at the car, and Westley dug out his phone from last nights balled up jeans.

From : Gen<3
West darling. You better be ready to dance with me.

A grin stretched across his stumble covered face as he sent a quick reply back. He loved that girl, and even though he wasn't exactly his type- missing an appendage that he found he needed to get it up these days- he couldn't deny Genesis was hot shit. But she was definitely more like his sister then anything else- his sister that happened to like grinding on him when she couldn't find a straight guy for the night.

To: Gen<3
Hell yeah, love. Wear something slutty for me ;)

He tossed his phone on the disheveled bed and quickly sorted through his overflowing closet- despite being a mess, Westley knew exactly where everything he wanted was. He bought clothes by the truck load- usually right after getting a paycheck (if he had anything left after blowing it all on blow). Removing a thin cotton white shirt, a pair of dark washed levi's, and his usual black leather jacket, Westley dressed in record time. He grabbed his phone and wallet and exited the flat in less then five minutes, slipping into Ashton's beautiful dark blue SUV before he could make a fuss about Westley taking too long.

"Ready when you are, Ash. I'm expecting a little attention from you on the dance floor for making me get ready so fast, kapeesh? And fuck man, that shirt. Should I get a matching one that reads BARTENDER? Could be cute" He grinned and winked at his driver, an amused glint in his eyes.

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ALICIA LEE
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│{WARNING; GoT SPOILERS AHEAD}

He lay in the snow, eyes wide, lips parted. Scarlet leaked from him, pooling about his dark frame and staining the ivory.

Alicia stared at him, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to comprehend the turn of events. No... he- he can't be... they would never... She swallowed, lip trembling, stubbornly refusing to accept what lay, bare and true, before her.

They'd fucking killed off Jon Snow.

The laptop screen darkened as the episode's ending credits appeared, and Alicia still shook from the shock. Then the realization finally sunk in, and a quiet, warbled scream escaped from her lips. Her horror washed over her, cold and shudder-inducing, coupled with a single, pointed cognizance:

I need to get out of the house more.

With a heaving sigh, she gathered her wits, slapping down her laptop screen and rolling out from beneath the cream-colored duvet. She removed her headphones just in time to hear the fridge door open, and with a smile, noted her roommate's return.

Leaving her room, she walked lazily towards his back, peering over his shoulder into the refrigerator before slipping beneath his extended arm, grabbing the last remaining peach with a cheeky smile.

"Dibs."

She noticed his fresh outfit, and the dampness of his hair, with a bemused frown. "You going somewhe-" A memory clicked, and Alicia's eyes widened from the recollection. Then she was frowning again, only this time, her brows her furrowed from frustration. "Shoot, I totally forgot."

She glanced over her own less-than-formal attire and looked at him with a sheepish smile, "People wear fatpants to clubs, right?"

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After long minutes of searching, Anthony almost gave up. The fridge was bare, and it was clear that they needed to restock. Thankfully, and sometimes a bit inconveniently, Ali and he had similar tastes when it came to food so whatever one bought, the other usually liked. Occasionally they'd fight over the last cookie, and somehow she always ended up winning. There was a single pear sitting towards the back of the apparatus which Tony decided would be his snack, but a small hand came out of nowhere and pulled it from right in front of him. The man stared, dumbfounded, at the empty space where the pear used to be before turning around to face the snatcher. "Dibs." Deciding not to battle her for it this time, Tony shut the refrigerator door and folded his arms.

"You are so cruel sometimes" he joked with a half smile, but she was already preoccupied with the fact that she had forgotten about Ashton's party. Tony just watched in amusement as gathered up her thoughts. "People wear fatpants to clubs, right?". A chuckle escaped him as he looked her over. Why girls think they need to dress up and wear make up to look pretty was beyond him. "Ayy Ali, don't you know you look good in anything" he said, taking her hand and giving her a quick spin. Taking advantage of the moment, he grabbed the pear from her hand and gave it a quick bite before hand it back with a mischievous smile. She could eat the rest. He always stayed perfectly healthy.

"You're going to need a ride, i'm guessing" he called over his shoulder as he walked towards his phone. Still no word from Kyle or Gen, but it was clear that Tom was not willing to give up the alcohol for the night. Tony smiled down at his phone for a minute before typing out his reply.

To: Tommy Boy
Ah you're no help. See you in an hour...or two

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ALICIA LEE
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│"Ayy Ali, don't you know you look good in anything?"

Alicia caught his hand in her's, twirling around as a smirk of faux-vanity blossomed on her lips.

"You make a valid point. But perhaps I should put on some legwarmers, just to be sa-"

Her words were cut off and her smirk replaced by a scowl as Tony took the opportunity to steal her pear, taking a bite of it before handing it back to her. Despite her attempts to hold her frown in place, she quickly cracked beneath the pressure of his mischievous grin.

"You're going to need a ride, I'm guessing?"

Alicia sighed, expression one of concede. "As superior as my moped is to all other vehicles of land, sea, and sky... I'm not so sure it'll survive a night in club central, Los Angeles."

She smiled winningly, "So if you're offering..."

Without waiting for his reply, she spun around, gesturing 'one minute' with her finger as she disappeared into her room.

As comfortable as her fatpants were, she didn't really feel that they'd suit the club scene. Grabbing her hairbrush, she ran it through her hair as she peered into her wardrobe. She plucked hangers from the pole, leaning the attires draped across them on herself, and examining her reflection in the mirror.

"Nah." "Nope." "Too motown." "Too Miley Cyrus."

She chucked the coat hangers, outfit and all, onto her bed as she considered each attire, finally settling on a dress.

After shimmying into the dress, Alicia brought her chocolate locks up into a ponytail, and replaced the starfish-shaped earrings with gold hoops. Leaning over the mirror, she dragged her eyeliner smoothly across her lids, and brushed her lashes with mascara. Stepping back to judge her work, she smiled, satisfied.

It hadn't exactly been a minute- more like fifteen, and so as she rejoined Tony, she smiled apologetically, "Sorry for the wait-"

She struck a pose, gazing thoughtfully into the distance, before adding in a sultry voice, "But perfection takes time."