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Post by Allela Katherine Wilcox on Apr 17, 2014 14:59:21 GMT -5
There was nothing better than spending Halloween weekend, and Rhiannon's birthday, in Atlantic City. Granted, only one of the group was carrying a legal ID, but that wasn't going to stop any of them, and Allela knew that. Plus, Allela had been looking forward to Halloween since the start of summer when she had put her costume together, keeping the final design a secret but telling everyone that it would be perfect once they saw who she was dressing up as. What would make this weekend better is that she had finally managed to talk Ryder into coming along. He had been so busy lately that Allela felt as though her best friend was slipping further and further away from her and it was not something that the Glaswegian girl liked.
The arrangements had been left up to the birthday girl, with Allela and Grayson providing extra bottles of alcohol in their cases just so they didn't have to waste money on mini-bars or have hunt down a liquor store first thing. This weekend was supposed to be about having fun and then returning to New York with only confusing photos and no memories of how the weekend happened. That included starting the party as soon as keycards were dished out and bags were unpacked, as far as Allela was concerned. She knew nothing about Atlantic City, but Grayson had spent the whole journey there telling them about the research he had done and had picked up. He boasted knowing the best bars, the ideal party hotspots and the top Halloween event in the city.
She was impatient waiting for everyone else. Allela was not good at waiting around by nature. However, hanging out in the main room of their double room suite had her getting antsy. She poured two rows of shots for the four of them, sucking the spilt alcohol from her thumb before capping the bottle again. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror she had to admit that she was proud of how her costume had come together. The cape would probably irritate her at some point, but then her usual clothes had the capability of annoying her sometimes. “Come on you guys, Atlantic City is a waitin' for us!” She shouted, hammering her fist first on the door to the guys room and then on the door to get Rhi out of their pit, which was already a mess with strewn clothes, snacks and towels. Allela was very much about getting ready first and worrying about the mess sometime later when the alcohol had worn off and she needed something from the cluttered floor. “The last person out has to do an extra line o' shots.” She added in a sing song voice as she moved back into the centre of the room and stretched her arms high above her head. In her mind, it was shots, a quick drink and then off to wherever Grayson told them would be good.
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TAGGED! Ryder, Rhi & Gray! <3 WORDS! 550! OUTFIT! Final Fantasy Fierce! LYRICS! I Can't Do The One-Two Step - - - All Time Low NOTES!
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Post by Ryder Xavier Wilcox on Apr 18, 2014 21:56:52 GMT -5
Ryder hadn't wanted to do a whole lot of anything in the last few months. His classes weren't the easiest and he really needed to spend all the time he could working through assignments and that meant pushing just about everything else to the side. He barely went out with Allela or anyone else and he knew that was probably taking its toll on their friendship. It didn't help that he was depressed and refused to admit it. He'd thought he'd found a girl he could picture himself spending the rest of his life with; and then that just few out the window. He'd loved Aimee in the short time they'd been together so it was a little difficult to wake up and have that gone. Ryder had plenty to fill the time with so he didn't dwell on it too much but there was only so much that could be done. He hadn't wanted to go to Atlantic City either. But it was Rhi's birthday and Allela really wouldn't have taken no for answer, so Ryder agreed to go. The girls were making a big thing of it and he didn't want to put a hamper on the weekend for the birthday girl, who he'd been told would be so upset he couldn't go since her own brother had to decline and Eli was working a big show for the weekend. They'd all been asked, and Ryder didn't want to be another to turn it down; especially since he would have done so just to stay home and do schoolwork.
He sat through the drive listening to Grayson ramble on about all he knew and Ryder could only hope the other man was right. After all of the unpacking and everything, he was going to need a drink. he set about unpacking and collecting the pieces to his costume the second the door was opened to the suite Rhiannon had picked for the weekend. He had to admit, the birthday girl had good taste and the suite wasn't that bad at all; not that they would be spending all that much time in the room with the Atlantic City just outside their windows. He joked with Grayson when their costumes were revealed and had good chuckle about having the same general thought. But he was ready just seconds before the other man and got to the door first. "The brothers' Murder are ready, I think." Ryder said, chuckling. It took him two seconds to realise who Allela was supposed to be and grinned. "Nice to see you in person, Lightning." He said, stopping just to the side of Allela. Her costume looked good, a hell of a lot better than the one he'd tossed together faster than he decided on anything else.
Usually he put so much thought into just about everything that for him to decide he wanted to be a serial killer from a movie was a little amusing. “Hurry up, birthday girl! You’re last!” He called. Ignoring the foul mouthed retort that came from the girl’s room directed his way, Ryder turned to Allela because he could only grin at the response from Rhi. “How long did it take you to put that together?” He asked, tugging lightly on the cape. Now that he was in the hotel suite and dressed for a weekend of Spooktacular fun and games, he was getting into the party vibe and wanted to get this night started. But they couldn’t do that without the birthday girl and she was taking her sweet time getting ready for her own party.
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Post by grayson clarke harris on Apr 18, 2014 23:25:06 GMT -5
At first Grayson didn't know if he'd be able to swing the weekend off for this trip. It was only after some smooth talking and quick promises that he'd been able to wrangle the time off. Once that was taken care of, Grayson quickly put together a costume for the Halloween portion of the trip and then set about finding the best dives for them to head off to while they were in Atlantic City. He hadn't been before, but there was a friend he had who knew the place well. The man was a regular in work and Grayson had chatted to him enough times that they frequently met up outside of work at clubs or parties when they had mutual friends there. It didn't take much more than one question before this guy was telling Grayson all of his tales and stories about the people and places of Atlantic City. He combined that with what he could find out via the internet and soon there was a definitive list of places they had to check out during their trip. Grayson knew Allela well enough to know she wouldn't want to be left waiting around for them to figure it out when they got there and he assumed Ryder and Rhiannon would be the same. A trip like this was supposed to be fun and require very little to no thought once the bags were unpacked.
The suite was more than Grayson was used to, but that was only because he frequently chose hostels and travel lodges over hotels, just for the company found there. However, places like this reminded him of vacations with his family since they favoured the nice hotel suites where everything was at their disposal if they needed it. It didn't take Grayson long to unpack. He only had his costume, a change of jeans and some clean shirts to see him through. The bag of toiletries was tossed into the bathroom to be forgotten about and then he was done, just joking around with Ryder while they both changed into their costumes. It would probably look like they'd planned it together, but Grayson didn't have a clue what any of his friends were dressing up as for Halloween and wouldn't know until he saw them. He just hoped that the four of them wouldn't be wandering around tonight like a band of twentieth century horror fanatics. “Can Lightning take on two of the most infamous movie killers around?” Grayson asked teasingly when he spotted Allela's costume, moving away from the pair to pour himself a drink.
While Ryder moved away from the door to speak with Allela about her costume, Grayson instead poured another shot, ready to blame her birthday on the reason for the extra glass on the end of her row. It was too tempting an opportunity to pass up on, especially when he knew that all of them would probably be sleeping most of tonight off tomorrow. It was going to be all part of the fun of this weekend and Grayson couldn't wait for it. His patience wasn't too bad, but he wasn't about to let Rhiannon take all the time in the world, same as the others weren't either. “Oi! Rhiannon! If you don't get your arse out here in the next five minutes I'm adding another shot for every minute you take!” He threatened, bottle and disposible shot glasses in hand, ready to make good on his threat.
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Post by Rhiannon Kaelyn Webb on Apr 19, 2014 0:13:15 GMT -5
Rhiannon had wanted to do something different for this year’s birthday than any other year. Usually her parents hosted a huge Halloween party and Rhiannon was allowed to invite any friends because it would double as her birthday party but she constantly got asked if her costumes were too... risqué, even her simple, often silly ones like the cat costumes she donned the year before. It was too difficult to please the bitchy socialites her mother just had to invite every year. So when she spoke to her mother about the plans back in September, she’d said she was going to do something different if she didn’t mind and that she would still go to the house when she got back from her own plans for the simple birthday lunch the family had. That seemed to satisfy her mother well enough and Rhi went from there to plan this weekend. She hadn’t been sure how many of them would end up going along so she booked a suite and went from there. Even if it turned out to be useless, she would spent the weekend alone and turn it into a spa trip.
Thankfully that hadn’t happened and Rhi spent the entire car ride listening to Grayson moan on and on about all the research he’d done on Atlantic City. She really didn’t care much about the best party spots when she’d chosen a hotel with a Halloween themed weekend long event. Wearing a costume the entire time was the entire point of her planning this trip. She’d kept that in mind when she finally got down to deciding on costumes; which came in handy since she was stuck between two and just couldn’t decide on which one she liked more. Both were homage to her childhood but one could be sexy while the other really just couldn’t no matter how hard Rhiannon had tried. And really, that was the whole point of that particular costume. Getting through signing in was the easy part, getting her costume on without Allela figuring out her costume was the difficult part. Because they were sharing the room, Rhi waited until Allela was all set and ready, hiding away in the closet space to debate which one she wanted.
Eventually Rhi decided and set about getting ready while bitching to herself that she should have waited to go back to being a brunette; this particular costume could have done with her natural hair. Still the wig she’d found and then chopped up and styled properly suited her costume well and even if she was teased all night for choosing what she had, she wouldn’t take it back. Her other costume would see the light of day this weekend as well but for right now, she was taking pride in the work she’d done to put this one together. She yelled out to Ryder, adding in some of her favourite swear words, proving she was just as much a sailor as the rest of them and set about getting her shoes just the way she needed them. They would stay tied, unlike the character she was trying to be; with all the drinking she planned on doing, she did not want to be tripping over her shoe laces. Finally ready, Rhiannon set her glasses on her nose and took one last look at what her reflection.
It was now or never so she took a deep breath, turned on her heel and pushed open the bedroom door. “You try putting all this hair under this wig, asshole.” She said in general, even though Allela was really the only one who might had an understanding of the trouble she’d just gone through; though Gray came a close second. “And you! I want to actually go out tonight, not spend it here drinking, then collapsing where I fall, thank you!” She said with a roll of her eyes. She hoped that extra line of shots the last one ready had to drink went together with the birthday shots but also not holding her breath; especially since she thought she knew this lot fairly well when it came to party nights.
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Post by Allela Katherine Wilcox on Apr 19, 2014 0:44:41 GMT -5
Allela would be relieved when everyone was ready and set to go. Sure she had the shots in the room planned first, but that was nothing compared with trying to hurry people up when they were getting changed. She had grown up in a house with six siblings, so she had known that form of torture well and it wasn't one she wanted to experience again. Moving out had been part of the beauty there, in the sense that there was no more waiting around on people to emerge from bedrooms. Smirking at Grayson and Ryder's appearances, Allela shook her head, flicking the overgrown bangs from her face. “I could take you both without the costume, thank you very much.” She said confidently, as though she had seriously deliberated this sort of thing before. Turning her attention back to her best friend, she shrugged and then thought for a moment. “Not all that long. There's been this great invention called 'the internet'. Comes in useful for findin' things.” A few bits of her costume had to be bought online, just because they were specific to the character and not something she could find on the rails of any other store in New York City.
When Rhiannon finally emerged from the bedroom Allela was sharing with her, the pink haired girl let out a sigh of relief. This meant they could get their weekend started in a good fashion now. Moving over to where the shots were, she handed them out, nodding to the extra line and then guiding Rhi towards them. “It's what you get for bein' late ta your own party.” She said with a strict expression on her face, acting like Rhi really had broken the rules in some way or another. “Also, shut the hell up complainin'.” She added by way of an afterthought, raising her shot to her lips and knocking it back like it was nothing. This sort of thing didn't even touch the back of her throat these days and Allela hoped that come the morning she was really feeling the damage of a good night out.
Although she had to agree with Rhiannon on one point; she didn't want to spend the whole night in the suite either. So once they'd finished the shots, laughed at Rhiannon taking down that extra row and her birthday shots, and all shared a drink each, Allela made quick work of ushering everyone out of the room and towards the Halloween party. If they had forgotten anything then it wasn't like they were miles away from their suite; it would only take a few minutes to run up there and back down again. Once inside, Allela made a beeline for the bar, glancing behind her to make sure her three friends were in tow. The bartender turned to her after a few moments and she grinned wickedly at him. “Okay, keep up with me now. Four shots of tequila, four shots of sambuca, two Jager-bombs, two shots of Jack, and a pack o' roasted nuts.” The nuts were to throw at her friends if they tried to argue with her, but Allela didn't need to expand on that right now; they'd learn soon enough. Once the cash had been exchanged for the drinks Allela divided the tequila and sambuca up between them all equally, but then pushed one of each of the others in Ryder's direction, shooting him a look to challenge her on this matter. “You owe me more nights out and drunken shenanigans than I even care ta tally. You're making up for it tonight.” She told him directly, not planning on giving him an ounce of room for arguing back. If he tried she'd just throw nuts at him, order another shot and pour it down his throat before he could protest. This weekend would be about Rhiannon's birthday, but Allela had a few other things to deal with too; the main one being getting her best friend back to the way she expected him to be.
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TAGGED! Ryder, Rhi & Gray! <3 WORDS! 738! OUTFIT! Final Fantasy Fierce! LYRICS! I Can't Do The One-Two Step - - - All Time Low NOTES!
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Post by Ryder Xavier Wilcox on Apr 19, 2014 13:27:37 GMT -5
Ryder was going to enjoy this weekend with his friends. He hardly got out anymore and even he was starting to feel the pull of a night out. His assignments were up all caught up and at the time he was packing his bag, he was just waiting on the newest one to be handed out. Only one of his professors didn’t care for Halloween and usually signed work to be done through that weekend but this year, the homework front was eerily quiet. But Ryder was going to take it and run for the hills since it was so rare. He needed to spend time with his friends and he’d been neglecting everyone lately. Even his parents and sister only really saw him at the Sunday meal; which for them wasn’t acceptable and he’d had to turn down his mother’s requests for lunches through the week because he had school work, classes and well, he didn’t want either of his parents to see how poorly he was taking things.
It was a slow process but he was slowly getting there and this Halloween weekend would be the start to more weekends like this. “You’re an ass.” Ryder said chuckling, leaving her first remark well enough alone because he really didn’t want to get into a fight with Allela. He knew he wouldn’t win. He’d looked up his own costume on the internet since he hadn’t actually planned on going out anywhere dressed up. But the girls talked him into finding something simple and Allela kept hounding him about it every single chance she got so he went online, found something he could do simply enough and tossed it together in a matter of a couple days. “I am not an ass, Chuckie.” He said, grinning because he absolutely was and knew it.
He could have kept going but the shots were handed out and he happily downed his without issue and teased Rhi along with the rest of them about her birthday shots mixed in with those last one to arrive shots. He was feeling good when they finally left the suite, only for a second hoping he hadn’t left anything behind or he would be doing without it for the rest of the night. He had a feeling if he did forget something, he wouldn’t be allowed out of the bar to fetch it. And with what Allela ordered when they got to the bar, if he did need something from their suite, he was going to need help getting there. He wasn’t much of a heavy drinker and didn’t usually have as much as everyone else, but he figured since their room was only an elevator trip away, he could suffer through a night of heavy drinking for a friend on her birthday. “I thought this night was about Rhi, not me catching up on drinking night.” Ryder pointed out even as he accepted all his shots and makeup drinks. At this rate, he would be making up for nights out for at least a month.
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Post by grayson clarke harris on Apr 19, 2014 14:12:34 GMT -5
Grayson surprisingly managed to balance his school life and his social life rather well. Although his attitude was school was to make the grades that were high enough passes that he'd graduate with a decent chance of finding work, but not so high that he had to commit every waking hour to studying. It was how he had worked since high school and it was not a technique that proved popular with his parents, but then nothing Grayson did seemed popular with his parents. It was some kind of miracle that he wasn't a rebellious troublemaker who loitered in the streets, smoked a lot and tried to piss off the cops on a regular basis. No, Grayson was much more interested in having fun and with trips like this weekend, he was hoping that would be exactly how it was remembered. He didn't go out with people he knew were prone to causing drama, and this foursome were most likely to cause trouble and maybe end up in the ER rather than wind up in some club brawl with boyfriends and girlfriends and enough plotlines for a soap to start filming with.
“Only because you have that ridiculous thing.” Grayson remarked to Allela, lightly tapping her gunblade with his plastic machete. Once Rhi emerged from the bedroom, his usual tormenting side was back out to play. Rhi would get to benefit from it more so tonight since this whole trip was for her birthday and the birthday girl never got off easily in any part of the world. “I probably have more hair than that wig.” For tonight, and like most days, Grayson had grabbed his hair and tied it back in a messy knot. Some bits were already falling loose at the sides, but he had a mask that would cover most of them. Plus, as much as he loved investing himself in a costume, there wasn't enough money in the world to make him think about cutting his hair. He liked having something to play with and mess up. Plus, it suited his whole style more and he would never be able to pull off that slicked back businessman look that so many in New York favoured.
They weren't the only ones at the bar looking forward to the Halloween celebrations. Grayson didn't even try to count how many people in costumes he passed by, but there were enough to promise a good night here if not anywhere else. It never hurt to have back-ups since it was impossible to gauge just where would be a hotspot for a good night out. With Allela dishing out the shots as per usual, Grayson could only laugh at Ryder's predicament. He had been on enough nights out with Allela in company to know that if the man was able to string together a coherent sentence by the time he hit his bed, it would be a miracle. “And we can't forget the birthday girl, can we?” He asked, calling the bartender back to order Rhiannon a drink. However, he wanted to keep it a surprise. “Chuckie here is our lovely birthday girl. Think you can find a drink fitting for her to start celebrating with?” He asked the bartender while he slung his arm across Rhiannon's shoulder and smirked wickedly.
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Post by Rhiannon Kaelyn Webb on Apr 19, 2014 20:26:57 GMT -5
Rhiannon had been looking forward to this trip for a while. Her birthday had always been her favourite time of year because it was Halloween. She’d always had the best parties, even if they were mixed together with her parents’ one. And she always got to dress up for it as whatever she wanted and though people said things about it, she could actually say something bitchy back; because it was her birthday and it was probably the one day in the entire year her mother agreed she could do whatever the hell she pleased. “Now that I’ve spent an afternoon hacking away at it, yes, you do.” She said, carefully tugging on one of the messy spikes she’d put the chopped up wig into. It had taken so much glue to get those spikes the way she liked them and now no matter what she’d did, those stupid spikes would stay put.
Of the group, Rhi was the only one that didn’t actually have to worry about taking time off work or making sure schoolwork was completed before she skipped out for a weekend. She was usually ahead on her work and her editor and publisher was usually only calling to remind her of a meeting here or there that she couldn’t get out of. She didn’t have classes to concern herself with or homework that needed to be done. She barely had work to take care of and her version of a pet was a rock she named Charles and who was actually a joke gift from her brother. But Rhiannon had thought of the others when she made these plans. She didn’t plan anything too far away and she gave them all plenty of time to figure things out. If it hadn’t panned out, she had two choices; go alone for a spa trip or cancel the trip and stick around the city to party. There were plenty that didn’t involve her parents that she could have go to if she’d wanted but she had been looking forward to the trip.
It wasn’t just the drinking, it was the fact that this was something she planned for her friends and it didn’t exactly have the seal of approval from anyone in her family. She was sure if her brother knew exactly what went on during her nights out with Allela and whoever else, she would be locked away in their apartment; at least, he didn’t let on he knew that much. And Rhi was okay with that; especially for this weekend. He didn’t need to know just how much she drank before she left the hotel suite, and how much more she knew would be on the agenda before they stumbled their way back into their home for the weekend. “We might be able to.” Despite how much she’d had to drink already, she wasn’t actually opposed to having more, she was just already in a dancing mood and wanted to find the closest dance floor immediately.
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Post by Allela Katherine Wilcox on Apr 19, 2014 20:47:53 GMT -5
Allela had ultimately made the choice to take a second attempt at college. She still wasn't sure if it was the right decision for her, but NYU had been nice enough to let her pick up where she had left off in Glasgow, meaning she didn't have to sit through freshman classes again and listen to giddy kids who were excited to be away from their parents for the first time ever. If she made it to graduation then it would make her parents happy, but if she didn't then it wouldn't be the end of the universe. Her future would include music. There was no question about that. Between her job and the band she was sure to turn one of them into a career when the time was right, although she longed for the latter just a little bit more. Being realistic though, she never introduced herself as “rockstar to be” or even mentioned her dreams of musical success to many people. Her closest friends and family might know, but that was about it.
“If I wake up with bits o' wig in my bed then you won't see twenty.” Allela warned her friend and current temporary roommate. She hated wigs at the best of times. The set of hair extensions she had been forced into for her sister's wedding remained tucked away in a drawer somewhere from the minute that day was over, and they had been a good set of extensions apparently. Allela was much happier with her hair dye. It just happened to be a convenience that her hair was already the right shade and style for this costume. It was probably the winning factor for making her go through the effort to put it together so specifically and not just throw something together at the last minute.
Once the first of the shots were down her throat, and Grayson seemed to be charming the bartender and teasing Rhi, Allela returned her attention back to Ryder. “It is aboot Rhi. But have you never heard of multi-taskin'?” She asked, arching her eyebrow and giving him a look. She finished off her little collection and then looked back up at him. “Besides, I dinnae ken when I'd get you out again.” Allela shot Ryder a knowing look. She was known for being blunt at times and Ryder ought to know best of all. With him she held nothing back and so far in their friendship he had been able to handle her sarcasm and her brutal honesty. It wasn't something she was about to change, not when it was a huge part of what made her Allela. She knew Ryder had been having a bit of a tough time and if he thought she hadn't noticed then he deserved a bigger smack than she originally thought. Alas, her way of cheering people up was a punch on the arm, a “get over it” and then a bottle of Jack to wash the sorrows away. Considering she hadn't been able to drag him away from his apartment or his school work she didn't think her technique would be of much use to him this time. Allela wasn't one for sitting down with the tub of ice cream and talking about feelings; she often joked it made her break out in hives, but it was pretty much the truth.
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Post by Ryder Xavier Wilcox on Apr 19, 2014 22:56:08 GMT -5
Ryder had known the second this weekend was brought up that he would be in for some trouble. Allela wasn’t stupid and Ryder knew that. She would make him pay for all the parties he said no to. The problem was, Ryder just wasn’t really into the party scene anymore. He would make a good show of it for Rhi and Allela but since the whole break up, he hadn’t been in the mood to do much of anything. He hoped by the end of the night he would be in a much better mood. He would wake up not remembering what day or the week it was or even his own name, but it would have been a good night. He let the laughter and good times wash over him as he slowly drank what was put in front of him.
“Oh, I’ve heard about it. We do plenty of it in rehearsal.” Ryder chuckled, lifting the Sambuca shot to his lips. The night may have been about the birthday girl but Ryder knew it was also about him and the little fact that he hadn’t been seeing the bright neon lights of the city after dark; not as much as he used to anyway. He was definitely becoming a homebody and that thought was actually more depressing than the break up itself. There were plenty of other fish in the sea but there were only so many friends that would stick around through everything that Ryder’s been through. And his friends’ patience was wearing thin, he was sure.
He couldn’t ask his friends to stick around through it all, he’d been a bit of a mess but he’d also thrown himself into all kinds of work. At the end of it all, at least he could say his grades improved even more than what they were before. Ryder had already been a bright student with excellent grades so he hadn’t actually needed the heartbreak to help him there. It did however, help him write a few new songs the band could perform. He hadn’t told Allela about them because it just seemed so cliché but he would have to eventually; he needed her to check them over and the band to agree to them before they could go into the set. “You could have asked. Yes would have been the answer eventually.” He said, grinning because before this weekend, it hadn’t been likely.
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Post by grayson clarke harris on Apr 19, 2014 23:21:36 GMT -5
Grayson already knew that tonight would be a long night, but in the best of ways. He knew that making it back to the suite in one piece would be a challenge in itself and if any of them managed to change from costumes to sleepwear before they passed out it might just be a bloody miracle. He sensed the forthcoming hangover already, but that didn't deter him from enjoying himself. He knew they'd all be a little worse for wear come the morning, but they'd brush it off and get ready to do it all again. It was the way they usually worked on the weekends and just because this weekend took them out of New York City and drove them to Atlantic City it didn't mean their style would change. If anything Grayson expected they'd party a little harder, especially since it was Rhiannon's birthday and not just a random Halloween blow out. Although none of them really needed the excuse if they were being honest.
Grayson was waiting on the bartender who was mixing some surprise drink for Rhi. He had his wallet in hand ready to pay for her first official birthday drink of the night. Give Allela another chance and he expected Rhi would be doing nothing but drinking shots all night long. Sometimes even he had to wonder where Allela learnt to handle her alcohol. Thinking of the pink haired girl, he glanced around knowing she was only a few steps away with Ryder. However, it was the look on her face that stopped Grayson from making some joking remark and dragging them into the conversation. His friendship with her might have been more about parties than it was about serious debates and intellectual discussions, but he had seen that look enough to know that she meant business with whatever she had said to Ryder. The bartender slid the drink across the bar in exchange for Grayson's cash and Gray then slid it to Rhiannon. “Drink up, birthday girl.” He grinned, leaning against the bar to gauge her reaction. He had no idea what was mixed in there, but he had faith that the bartender had mixed up something good.
“So, you gonna be my dance partner tonight, or what? It's fine. I only kill stupid teenagers, not little kids.” He joked, pulling his mask into place and acting like a goofball. He figured he'd give Allela and Ryder a moment for the pink haired girl to wield her words like a gunblade. He knew Allela well enough to know she despised drama and wouldn't cause a scene on a night out of any kind, let alone Rhi's birthday trip. She'd get it all out in a few minutes and then act like nothing had happened. He had seen this sort of thing go down before, but usually it was with creepy guys at bars who thought everything was on the menu to take home. “How's the bevvy?” He asked Rhi, grinning though he doubted she'd be able to see it behind the hockey mask, but she might hear it in his voice.
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TAGGED! Rhi, Ry, Alley-Cat ! <3 WORDS! 568! OUTFIT! Violent Voorhies! LYRICS! Crush'd - - - Say Anything NOTES! <3
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Post by Rhiannon Kaelyn Webb on Apr 20, 2014 1:28:11 GMT -5
Rhiannon was determined to put the most into this trip that she could. It wasn’t technically an important birthday, she was only turning nineteen but she was not about to wait another two years to do something fun with her friends. Being legal didn’t mean much, especially in the world she’d grown up in where old money basically meant she could do as she pleased. And though she didn’t flaunt her money, she did have it for these special weekends away. She was one of the lucky socialites; she had never let the money go to her head. She was so down to earth it usually shocked people to know where she came from. The Webb name might not have been the most well known in all of New York but amongst the elite, they were behind the scenes royalty. Rhiannon had been one of the luckier ones, having been away from the whole ridiculous scene until she’d been old enough to form her own opinions on the matter. If she’d been thrown into the mix at a younger age, she probably would have been just like the rest of the snooty bitches she had to play nice with a couple dozen times a year.
Friends like Allela, Eli, and Ryder and now Grayson, even though he had no idea about where she came from, kept her grounded when she felt like she was being dragged away in an undercurrent of page six drama. Rhi picked her first birthday drink and lifted it in salute to Grayson. “Thank you.” She said before taking the first sip. And from that she could tell the only thing not alcoholic about it was the glass it had been poured into. It almost made her want to choke on it but Rhiannon knew better than that. She might not have known Grayson as long as she knew Allela or even Ryder but she thought she knew him well enough to know she would never live it down if she choked. So she carefully swallowed the mouthful she’d taken and set it on the bar she was leaning on. “Of course.” Rhi said grinning, absently running her finger lightly over the rim of her glass. “You need someone to keep you from dancing to your own drum.” She teased, lifting her drink again.
Rhi wanted to dance. She had been in the mood to search out a dance floor since they shut the doors to their suite. Whenever she got drinking, that’s exactly what she wanted to do, dance it all off again so she could keep drinking. She was young and energetic, despite how much time she spent with her ass in her chair in the studio and she was well aware that she only had so many of these weekends left before she became too old and had too many responsibilities to take care of. That time might be years off yet, but it was an inevitable moment just the same. “Excessively alcoholic, so... perfect, thanks.” She admitted with a laugh. She took a moment to look over to Allela and Ryder and tuned back quickly enough. “He’s in for it.” She observed, just as absently as ran her finger around the rim of her glass; a habit she’d started at the first boring event her parent’s had dragged her to. And though now she was definitely not bored, it was stuck in her subconscious so deep, it was completely unintentional these days.
Tag || Alley-cat, Gray, Ryder! Words || 580 Clothes || So Scary! Like English Muffins! Music || Maybe ---One More Girl Notes || <3!
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Post by Allela Katherine Wilcox on Apr 20, 2014 1:52:32 GMT -5
Allela had given Ryder his space in recent months. In fact, as far as she was concerned she had given him too much damn space and now it had to end. More than once she had to stop herself heading over to his apartment and smashing his head against his desk to knock some sense back into him. She wasn't hopelessly romantic like she teased him for being. Sure, she had been in tough relationships and been broken up when they had both ended horrifically, but Allela threw herself into parties and reckless behaviour to get over them. It had never been her finest hour, but it had only been an hour and then she was back to her usual ways. Now of course she had a fear she never had a few years back and for that reason she avoiding dating entirely, but that didn't kill her impatience when it came to others. She could only take so much before she opened her mouth and let her blunt tongue do all the work. One day it might land her in trouble, but Allela wouldn't change her ways for anyone.
“Maybe if I held your guitar collection at gunpoint when I asked.” Allela scoffed. She knew some people might think her harsh for how she was acting, but sometimes a sharp dose of reality was what people needed. Ryder had been in a slump for far too long and she'd be damned if she'd let him slip right back into it after this trip. “Ry, you're my best friend, even if you do have crap taste in women. Don't act like I haven't noticed how you've been.” She said, a warning tone to her voice. It was no secret that she hadn't liked Aimee, but Alllela had never liked any of the girls who had taken an interest in her best friend. There was always something about them that rubbed her the wrong way and made her think that they weren't good enough for Ryder. “You've had your wee funk, now I want my best friend back.” She said commandingly, as though her words would be enough to make him see sense again.
Allela wouldn't keep on at him all night, but she did have to say something to the idiot, if only because she missed him. If they got it over and done with now before the alcohol took effect they could be spared the slurred comments of affection and apologies. No, get it out of her system now and then get back to what they had come to Atlantic City to do; party. She wouldn't let this fester and ruin the trip and she knew Ryder wouldn't either. At least with Grayson being part of the quartet, Rhi wasn't standing awkwardly to the side while the bandmates hashed this out. Allela could say a lot of things about Grayson and most of them might not sound like redeeming qualities, but he was a good friend and knew when to step up to the plate. He would keep Rhi company without a second thought, but Allela was certain that in five or ten minutes her and Ryder would be over this conversation and back with the fun and probably another line of shots before they all let loose for the night.
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TAGGED! Ryder, Rhi & Gray! <3 WORDS! 611! OUTFIT! Final Fantasy Fierce! LYRICS! I Can't Do The One-Two Step - - - All Time Low NOTES!
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Post by Ryder Xavier Wilcox on Apr 20, 2014 13:24:45 GMT -5
Ryder wouldn’t get another day to wallow in pity or hide himself away after this weekend. Allela would see to that. Ryder thought he might actually need her to drag him away from his work desk. There was only so much he could do and if he’d had the complete years’ lists of assignments, he probably would have already been half way through them and it was only October. He also knew he would have to listen to Allela yell at him in her way and that would be the end of it. He wasn’t about to ruin Rhiannon’s nineteenth birthday and Allela wouldn’t either. She would take a few minutes out of the night while Rhiannon was occupied with her flirty back and forth with Grayson to get her point across and then the night would be spent celebrating with the group.
“Not the guitars, Ally.” Ryder said seriously. Those guitars were his life and Allela knew how much they meant to him. It was the only threat he would have taken seriously and Allela knew it; which is why she used it. It would elicit a reaction from him. But he also knew she wasn’t serious. He was out now and wouldn’t find himself locked away in his apartment every night from here on out. “I have great taste in women. I’ve got you and Rhi, don’t I?” He asked with a cheeky wink. “But you of all people would have noticed the most.” He added, agreeing. He didn’t see his family much, even if they were constantly in contact with text messages, phone calls, Skype messages and calls and Sunday dinners where he could fake happy just long enough to get through the day and then go back to his place again.
“Yeah, alright. You’ve got him now. I guess you were right though.” He said, tossing back the shot of Jack set in front of him on the bar still and leaving it at that. He figured she would know what he was talking about. And the sooner he got through these drinks, the faster they would get to the next stage of this night. He wasn’t particularly fond of dancing but he knew Rhiannon was so he would side step and jump around enough to make it look like he knew what he was doing when the entire group probably knew he didn’t; what he wouldn’t do for his friends. He was going to drown himself in shots and drinks so finding their suite at the end of the night would be a feat in itself and worthy of a trophy of some sort.
Tag || Allela, Gray and Rhi Words || 439 Clothes || One, Two Music || Maybe --- One More Girl Notes || <3!
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Post by grayson clarke harris on Apr 20, 2014 13:52:14 GMT -5
Grayson might have been the oldest of the group and the only one legally allowed to be out on the town like this, but that didn't matter to him. He kept great company regardless of age differences and his only rule for friendships was that the friends weren't divas or whining after one drink. That he couldn't handle and yet he saw it so much when the freshmen first crept out with fake IDs for the first time. He had friends he could tease and call lightweights, but none of them were as bad as one beer and then the floor, thankfully. Although he suspected the four of them would be finding the floor tonight, even if it was just for a short second before bouncing back upright. There had to be some cause for the mysterious bruises come the morning and the stories thus far always led back to someone tripping over their own two feet or just forgetting how to stand.
“You're welcome. I wanted to prove that even Jason had his good side.” He tapped his fake machete on the bar like it would help emphasise his point and then leaned back against the solid surface. He was ready for this night to kick off, but he also knew better than to interrupt Allela while she was speaking with Ryder. It would probably result in that gunblade to Grayson's shins and he didn't really want that this early on the evening, so he kept company with Rhi instead. “Oh, please. I am the best dancer partner that you ever had and you know it, missy.” He joked, this time tapping the machete against the rip of Rhi's nose. Again he was grinning behind his mask and he was already tiring of having to speak louder just to make sure he could be heard through it. By the end of the night, if he kept the damn thing on, he'd probably be sticky and hoarse beneath it. Alas, it was just the price to pay for Halloween celebrations.
Laughing, he looked back at the bartender who had moved on to other customers now. “Well the man knows how to mix a drink.” He teased, knowing it was always good when the bartender got in on the fun and games. Even if it was something as simple as mixing a cocktail that was 80% alcohol. He cast a glance back over at Allela and Ryder. They wouldn't be too long with their...discussion, for lack of a better word in Grayson's mind. He wasn't going to pry unless one or both of them looked perpetually pissed off in a few more hours, which he doubted would happen. “Too right. They're like an old married couple, I swear.” He shook his head and then turned away from them again. It probably wouldn't do any favours if they snapped out of their conversation and found they were being watched. Barely another minute passed before Allela appeared at his side, hand on her hip and acting just like he had suspected; as though nothing had just happened. “So, what's the plan and why aren't we there yet?” It was typical Allela, but Grayson could only grin. The night was just getting started and already it looked like it was going to be one to remember...if they weren't so drunk they forgot.
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TAGGED! Rhi, Ry, Alley-Cat ! <3 WORDS! 611! OUTFIT! Violent Voorhies! LYRICS! Crush'd - - - Say Anything NOTES! <3
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