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Isla continued to stand in front of Isabella, waiting for an answer. She could feel the desire brewing between them. There was silence in the bathroom while she looked into Isabella’s eyes, that was when Isabella gently pressed her lips on hers. Even though she could sense what was going to happen, Isla was still shocked. Despite that, she closed her eyes and kissed her even more passionately, grabbing her neck and pulling her closer until she was against the wall. Isla continued kissing Isabella while her hands started to roam down her clothes. Suddenly, she froze and looked down, letting out a deep breath. Then she quickly walked away. “I should go.” Isla felt like the reality of the situation had hit her. This was the most passion they’ve ever had in their relationship and it was bittersweet feeling. One that reminded her of everything she wanted in the past. Isla quickly walked out of the bathroom, hoping to get some air outside of this yacht party.

@ChayChay05 :pleading_face: had to make it a little steamy lol

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Isabella smiled as her and Isla kissed. It was the happiest moment of this Thanksgiving Cruise for her. Isabella stood there frozen and in shock at Isla’s reaction as she watched Isla walk out. She couldn’t move. She didn’t want to follow her yet again. She wasn’t sure what any of it meant but boy was their passion still there. After a few moments she caught her breath and washed her hands. Once she was done washing her hands, as she was about to leave, her phone went off with a notification. Isabella took a deep breath before looking at her phone. It was a news article… She was shocked when she realized it was about her. She was sure everyone here on the cruise just received it as well. She took a deep breath and walked out the bathroom. She walked over to Rowan. “I think we have a problem.” She said as she showed him her phone. She was trying her best to not have a panic attack. Her breath was short and fast. She tried hard to calm herself down as she held her phone tight in her hands.

Is Isabella Lopez an alcoholic? Read to find out!

Is Isabella Lopez an alcoholic? Read to find out!

Sat, Nov 30 2024

The previous few weeks the actions of famous actress Isabella Lopez got us thinking she might be addiceted to alcohol. The evidence might just convince you of the same conclusion!

If you follow articles and news on Isabella Lopez you might already know she’s been charged with a DUI last week. According to witnesses, she was visibly intoxicated when entering her car. Only a few minutes later she has crashed her vehicle and by the time help arrived on the scene she took a breathalyzer and failed it. There is no information on the results of the test, but it was enough to put her in prison for the night. The next morning her manager, R. Foley, bailed her out.

On the left side of the screen you can see Isabella just getting out of her wrecked red car. The random passerby who took this picture also called for help since Isabella was incapable of dialing her phone succesfully herself, just to give you an idea just how drunk she was. I would also personally want to thank that passerby for helping the actress out of the vehicle and calling help. Let this man be an example to everybody and I encourage you, dear readers, to do the same in such a situation, no matter how intoxicated the person is, they still deserve to be helped. The police officer who responded confirmed that on sight it was obvious the actress was drunk and he had to do a breathalyzer test even though he knew what the test would say. Here is an excerpt from an interview with the officer in question. Police officer: “Yes, I was the first responder to the call after the crash. By the time I got here the ambulance was already there.” Interviewer : “Were there any signs you could tell by the car that showed Isabella Lopez crashed her car becuase of intoxication?” Police officer: “There were no signs from the car that I could tell, there were no discarded bottles, no scent of alcohol in or around the car.” Interviewer : “If you had no evidence that she was intoxicated and had no reason to doubt she was drunk driving, why did you conduct a breathlyzer test?” Police officer: "There were no signs from the car or form the driving, but the actress in question was obviously drunk and you didn’t need to be a rocket scientist to notice it. That is why I had her do the test."End of excerpt

Now, dear readers, we all know that a celebrity driving intoxicated once doesn’t an acoholic make, but I’m about to reveal how just days after Isabella Lopez was seen consuming copious amounts of alcohol. Just today she was sitting alone at the bar at a Thanksgiving party, drinking a cocktail known as an “Irish Trash Can”. Isabella’s drink of choice is one famous for making you introxicated quickly and is often the drink of choice for people who want to get drunk fast. The drink is packed with all sorts of different liquors and alcoholic beverages where the precentage of alcohol reaches up to a whoping 30%. Who knows if this was her first drink today or if she was guzzling them back before this image was taken, but one thing is for sure. She is trying to get drunk quickly, and it isn’t the first time. Just nobody let her sit in a car today when she decides to leave the bar and finally go home.

Your favorite Isabella Lopez reporter, Edmund Dante Williams with the SUN_News

@LunaticLeviTheSecond Rowan
@Kbail Isla mentioned

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For what seemed like hours, his friendly conversation with Dejay ended when he heard the grinding noise of a host announcing the climax of the party’s event. How delightful! It seems as though Marco’s enjoyment of him would seem to take a pause for now. [color= #01DF00]Tsk. Shame, and I thought I’d be giving head for dessert. Oh well.[/color] Marco’s face turned sour once his enjoyment was over, thinking about his would-be night, though the invitation is still open for consideration.

Just as many others were following the instructions, he reached into the box to see the name he was to be thanking. Deep down, he wished it was with someone he knew, someone he could strike up a conversation with as soon as the Thanksgiving speeches were over, but he fears that he might get that person and stare at his eyes with such pain and disdain. Slowly opening up the paper revealed the name Blake Palamo. [color= #01DF00]Wait, who is he again?[/color] Confused, he looked at the audience as a tall man stood up and complimented him. With a smile on his face, Marco blew Blake a kiss as a gesture of appreciation. With his smile in tact, his memory was regained as he remembered the events of the morning. [color= #01DF00]Oh right, that giant I gave a call card to[/color], Marco’s face slowly dropping his smile as he looked upon him in intrigue. He could be a good opportunity for his work; add some male clients he lacks to his portfolio. His turn came around as he looked at Blake with warm eyes, raising his glass as he took a sip, [color= #01DF00]“I’d like to thank you as well Mr. Palamo for your presence. A charming actor in a rolodex of actors. I hope to see you in future projects.”[/color]

Once done with his thanks, his head pointed to the side as a gesture of continuation of their conversation. With a slinky walk, he went up to the giant man as the event slowly finished on their thanks, or lack thereof. Leaning into the bar, he asked the waiter to refill his drink, playing with his coquettishness as he looked upon Blake with fierce eyes, [color= #01DF00]“It seems like we had met before; I wouldn’t forget such a nice face like yours. Marco Manzo, once again at your service.”[/color] As usual, he took a closer inspection of Blake’s clothes. Up and down, he found some things that were nice and some… less admirable. [color= #01DF00]Dear Cher, his wardrobe is screaming of a man who never had a stylist for his career. One more step, and he’d be ripping his suit like Henry Cavill.[/color] Marco’s mind was riddled with worry as he maintained his friendly smile as he desperately looked for something to salvage. [color= #01DF00]Oh my God, the tailoring is so sh!te. What is this monstrosity I’m looking at?[/color] Marco thought to himself as he wanted to cry out his plight.

However big his obstacles, Marco went on with a strong stride on his face, plastering his megawatt smile and charming personality. After assessing his clothes, he finally looked up at his face as he lightly blushed at his rugged looks. He’s quite handsome, and he could make it more. [color= #01DF00]“Can I say, Mr. Palamo, you have such a… nice sense of style. Very bohemian; it fits the hair and aesthetic so well. Um, I feel like it could be improved more with a great sense of fashion. Someone like, perchance, me?”[/color]

As he pulled a little closer, Marco brushed off a falling hair on Blake’s suit, giving a confident stride as he pulled an opportunity that could help his career as well as his. [color= #01DF00]“Trust me, Mr. Palamo, with a man as fine as you are, your red carpet looks are going to scream elegance with a carefree suave attitude you truly deserve! I mean, look at that body. It’s very enticing, don’t you agree? A picture says a thousand words, they say.”[/color]

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[color= #8ACD00]@Kbail | Blake[/color]

[color= #8ACD00]@Kristi | Dejay (mentioned)[/color]

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DaveDeHaas

After Dave finished his speech he was surprised to learn she pulled his name as well. Either that or he didn’t understand the rules of the game as well as he thought. However, when she started giving him a speech he was happily surprised at how good her speech was. Maybe in both of their movies together she should’ve made her own lines up on the spot, because from this speech it sounded like she could come up with better words on the spot than the script writers would in the timeframe to write the movie.
Dave was glad such beautiful words and sentiments were directed at him, but he knew she didn’t mean those words, not really. But Dave didn’t know what was worse … The fact all those words meant for him were all a lie, or that he didn’t want them to be true … Not coming from Helen and at the time not coming from anybody. But that realizaton came way too late when he was already commited to Helen and announced it to everybody. His smile to the compliments she gave him wasn’t genuine but his cheeks blushing a bit was, and it was mostly due to being flustered and a bit embarrased.

When the speech was over and Dave worried about the incident still being in people’s minds and Helen reassured him and convinced him otherwise, he inched closer to her ear and whispered “After a speech like that, a man would be crazy not to kiss his girlfriend.” as if to tell her to expect a kiss. He didn’t want to catch her off guard. Then he moved his head slightly and stopped when their lips were almost together. It looked like a moment before the kiss and it took a movement of just an inch for them to be kissing, but Dave froze and couldn’t force himself to kiss in front of stranger, especially when he knows the kiss is more for the people in the room and the photographers than for the two of them, so even if he did kiss her he wouldn’t really enjoy it knowing there were eyes gazing at them.

@eunoia

RowanTry

Rowan didn’t like Isla that much. He thought she wasn’t the best option for Isabella and he always thought dating somebody who is employed by you is tricky especially as a first relationship, especially with somebody inexperienced in dating as Isabella. So he didn’t like them dating, but when Isla left the room and Isabella followed he learned that Isabella’s feelings about Isla might outweight the negatives that come with a relationship between a celebrity and a bodyguard. He realized how overprotective of her he was at points, as if she was his family and needed to be protected, and in a way he still thinks when she was younger she needed to be, but now she doesn’t anymore … That’s why the thought of Ravi being employed by him alongside Issa seemed more appealing to him now. It might help him clear his head and search new options and discover new horizons. Being eployed by just one person for all this time might’ve impacted negatively on him, or it might’ve been the other thing, but he realized Ravi’s employement might help him with that thing as well.
Becuase of the situation at hand Rowan didn’t remeber to check his phone and it was only when Isabella returned with a worried look did he remeberd it. It completely slipped his mind.
“I think we have a problem.” Isabella muttered worriedly and she showed him the article on the phone. He looked at the phone and reading the headling he gasped. Looking at the picture of the headline he recognized it. It was taken TODAY! That was literally the red dress she wore today and the drink she left the bar and he started talking to Ravneet. He distnctly remebered it was a decorated by a red bull sticking out of the cocktail. He would’ve thought people wouldn’t think she was an alcoholic because of having a singular cocktail, although it looks heavy in alcohol percentage, at a party; however the author tied the photo taken today with the drunken car crash she had the prior week and recognized the drink as one often used for getting drunk quickly. Rowan sighed in defeat. He saw his name mentioned and drew in a sharp breath. What’s worse, after reading this article, there’s not much Rowan can do to convince people Isabella is sober, not after the fight she just had with Isla.
Rowan read the entire article and at the bottom read the familliar name outloud “Edmund Dante Williams” in a sarcastic tone as if to mock his name becuase he thought it sounded stupid. “How brave this guy is hiding behind a nickname when obsessing over you. I wish he would just get a life instead of trying to ruin yours. I could’ve handled this much better had it not been for the crash or for the argument with Isla just now … But we’ll get through this. For the rest of the night we’ll just have to convince everybody you’re sober and let’s keep it dry from now on … Just until you get home, okay?” He noticed her breathing pattern and tried his best to calm her. He instructed her to sit down and told her to breat slower. “Take slow and deep breaths. Don’t worry about this. The article is obviously targeting you and people will see that. This guy, Edmund, writes mostly about you and sometimes he … or she … has to pull stories out of thin air to have something to report on. This article can be easily erased. Either by completely ignoring it, or by making fun of it’s absurdity. It’s obvious this author doesn’t know the difference between enjoying an alcoholic drink at a party and alcoholism and we must attack him on this front, use that to our advantage. Make some joke on social media about Edmund not knowing the differnece … Or better yet, we’ll make a fake account that will share a meme about it. What if we take one of those 90s sitcom scenes where the main character is dissapointed by somebody bringing one beer to a party to be shared between 20 people and we just put the label on the main character that says ‘Edmund Dante Williams’ and the character who brought the beer we label ‘Isabella Lopez’ and we send it out? We’d be making fun of him whcih would devalue the content of the article by at least a little bit, making it less reliable in the views of the public.”
He took his phone out and started searching for a good scene. He couldn’t remeber a good scene but he knew there had to be one. Instead he searched on social media platforms such as youtube and tiktok hoping to find a scene like that, and instead he came upon people making fun of those scenes all made to the same sound. He sighed in relief and showed his phone to Isabella. On the phone there was a paused video and let her watch the video before saying “You could also make a video simmilar to this with both a jab at 90s sitcoms and Edmund at the same time. In the description of the video you could say something like … ‘How Edmund thinks I should act around alcohol.’ and when you’re asked about it you could say that, yeah you were drunk that one time you crashed the car, but at Thanksgiving you had one drink while sitting at the bar and you could really hone into how clebrities have no privacy, ever becuase of people like Edmund Williams and how there should be a boundary for papparazi. You could bring up past instances of when papparazzi and this author abused your right to privacy to make a story that didn’t exist to really make the people believe paparazzi is evil and then encourage people to sign petitions to introduce harsher anti-paparazzi laws and bans. If you help at least a little to make the people fight paparazzi it’ll be harder for Edmund to abuse your right to privacy like this.”

@ChayChay05
ORP: Yoo the article is crazy

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Ryker
Lysander sat next to him and he seemed like he did not remember him which he understood its been awhile and if you don’t talk at all it is easy to forget. Lysander did mention that he has seen seen my face before but not sure from what. After a little while Lysander mentioned about the Army and not to tell others why he left the Army. “Yeah I was in the Army man and yes that is where you seen me. I do remember why you left but that isn’t my business dude so you are good , if you share that information, that your choice”. He then asked what the even thing was that they were doing. “Guess you thank people or say something to them from what it seems like”. He says with a shrug.

@LunaticLeviTheSecond

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Olivia Banner

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It had only been a month since Olivia arrived at Beverly Shores. As she stepped foot on the yacht she was greeted with the best of the best, celebrities she’d only seen through the screen. Alongside them, there were the familiar faces she shared a stage with, and the people who collaborated with her on her projects. Those brought a small sense of comfort in this new space. Despite there being other staff mingling with the celebrities, among this crowd she was still a simple newcomer. A director, someone who only worked behind the scenes. There wasn’t much attention on her, she moved in the shadows of the famous musicians, singers, actors. Maybe, it was for the best, as roaming through the maze of people and flashing lights had left her feeling quite disoriented.

As Olivia made her way to the table, she waited aside, making sure the others could take their seats before her. In the end there were a few empty chairs, and Olivia sat down at the nearest one. Though she felt her palms tingling with anticipation, she couldn’t help but smile, giving a small nod of greeting to the people beside her.

When her turn came, she reached for the box, giving it a good shake. With her hand inside it, she lifted her head, her eyes darting from person to person. Olivia could only hope she got a familiar face, as thanking a complete stranger would only be words without meaning. Taking a deep breath, she pulled out a name.

Aisling.

Her eyes went wide, her lips curving into a small smile. With a chuckle, her eyes landed across the table to a redheaded woman. “Aisling, huh?” she spoke, leaning back in her chair. Though she wanted a familiar face, this was certainly not what she had in mind.

A short pause followed, considering her options, but in the end it was pretty clear what she wanted to say.

“I’m going to thank you,” she folded the piece of paper. “I know we’ve had our disagreements, and you probably don’t expect this from me, but I wanted to thank you for being such a good manager,” she had a relaxed smile as she spoke. “You clearly care for your clients, and I respect you for it. Aisling, this industry needs more people like you.”

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@Caticorn・Aisling

sorry this post is pretty bad and also she ended up unexpectedly really nice :sob:


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“Don’t let it weigh down on you, darling.” She advised Eva as the evening’s host gathered everyone together for the games. If the story continued to gain traction or spawned any new, exaggerated versions, she would intervene but she hoped that just leaving it be would be enough for now.

She listened as the host explained the rules of the game, which differed from previous years. When it was her turn to choose a name, she felt a tinge of nervous anticipation shoot through her body. She knew that there were a few names that she would rather not pull. When she finally got her slip of paper, she felt conflicted. Her relationship with Olivia Huang hadn’t been the most positive over the years so there were a few ways this could go.

The other woman spoke first and to Aisling’s surprise, she thanked her. It was a pleasant surprise but a surprise nonetheless and Aisling had to admit that she was thankful for Olivia choosing to go this route. The last thing she needed right now was drama of her own.

“Thank you, Olivia. I appreciate it.” She responded with a smile. “I’m going to thank you as well. I might not have been able to see it back then but you did show that you can own up to your mistakes, which is admirable.” She said, finishing off her turn with a subtle raise of her glass. “Even though it takes a lawsuit to achieve it.” She added under her breath before taking a sip of her wine, smiling as she set the glass down.

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@idiot.exe - Olivia

mentioned: @sunflowerjm - Eva

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Blake couldn’t help but smile when Marco blew a kiss at him. He felt as if he was grinning like a high schooler having their first crush. While listening to Marco’s speech, Blake let out a small chuckle. Was he…blushing? There was something about this guy that sort of captivated him. A mysteriousness that he seemed to exude in his aura. Blake wanted to know more about this mysterious stylist and continue looking into his dark eyes, but for now he was to focus on the other speeches.

After lots of outbursts from the guests during the game which included a full on fight involving his niece Isla, The party was winding down and the night was going to be over. He knew that he had to call and check on Isla later especially since she seemed distraught when she left the party. He noticed Marco gesture for them to walk away somewhere. He was glad to get away from the whole scene. He started following him, heading to the bar.

Blake realized this was the second time tonight that he was with someone he was attracted to at a bar, something that rarely ever happened to him these days. Most of the time, he was a bit more reserved when it came to romance and preferred to focus on one person at a time. It seemed like tonight was different. Blake eyed Marco up and down as the man leaned against the bar, asking the bartender for a drink. The man had great fashion sense, that was certain. The tattoos that he had seen on him before the party were nice. He could see the details more now. Blake didn’t realize that he was so huge on people having tattoos but tonight seemed to show it.

As Marco’s dark eyes met his again, he referenced the fact that they met before the party, and even slipped in a compliment. Blake chuckled and looked down at the floor. “Yeah we did meet before the party. I haven’t forgotten about you either.” Blake paused a little, letting those words hang in the air. “You definitely helped my hair become less frizzy and your fingers were a nice touch too.” He said, a smirk curving his lips. He saw Marcos eyes trailing down his clothes as if he were analyzing every nip, tuck and sew, seeing as there was a small frown on his face. But there also seemed to be a slight lustful gaze in his eyes.

A smile appeared on Marco’s face as his demeanor seemed to change a bit. He proceeded to categorize his style as bohemian and suggested that he could help improve his fashion. Blake couldn’t tell if the bohemian comment was a compliment or insult but it made him more intrigued. He started laughing at his bluntness that was juxtaposed with his sudden neutral demeanor. “Maybe I am a bit bohemian…I don’t know….” He quirked an eyebrow up in thought. “It’s probably because of my long luscious locks.” He teased. “But I’m definitely open to being improved by your penchance for style…if you will”

Marco moved closer and brushed a hair out of Blake’s face which brought back the memory of himself doing that to Lucy. Tonight was certainly an interesting night for him. "You think my body is enticing?” He smirked and looked the other way. “Nice” have never heard that one before He thought. “So wouldn’t it be better to start off with a blank canvas? That way, you can see everything you’re going to be working with, when it comes to styling of course.” He couldn’t help but show a cheeky grin while looking at Marco, knowing that he was going to pick up on his innuendo.

@cordyx - Marcoooo

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ANXIETY TRIGGER WARNING :bangbang:


Isabella listened carefully to everything Rowan said. She honestly wasn’t sure what to do. She seemed so torn by everything happening tonight. She still couldn’t believe her and Isla got into a fight then kissed. Then the article. Her drinking a lot. Her crash last week. Her mind was racing with thoughts. Plus everything Isla had said. Everyone seemed to think she was sleeping with one costar and having $3x with another. Then for Isla to imply her and Rowan had something. It sickened her to think of. Since Rowan and her had a twelve year age gap. To her that seemed like a big deal. Maybe it was because she is so young in age.

She sat there trying very hard to calm her breathing and listen to Rowan. However all she wanted in this moment was another drink. Which got her thinking maybe she is an alcoholic. Her breath seems to be quickening even more. She felt dizzy. She felt everyone fading away slowly. The sounds started to disappear from around her. She was worried and stressing out big time. She couldn’t calm down. Her mind was racing way too fast and too hard. What if I am an alcoholic. What if this stupid editor is right. What if Isla hates me for this fight? What if everyone is judging me? What if Isla didn’t like the kiss? What is Bennett thinking of all this? What does my other co-star Nicholas think? All these thoughts and more were running through her head non stop.

She couldn’t seem to even weed out what was what in this moment. She honestly wondered what everyone thought of her in this moment. How would the ones she hung out with feel about what happened. Would this be the talk of Beverly Shores for days to come. Or would everyone seemingly forget what happened tonight. As her mind raced and raced. She couldn’t control her breathing any longer. She was hyperventilating now. She scouted down on the floor. She grabbed her knees and started rocking back and forth trying to clam herself. Trying to remember her anxiety tricks.

She closed her eyes since everything was a blur at this point. Breath slowly. In and out. In through your nose and hold it for five seconds then out through your mouth.” She whispered to herself. She stayed on the floor rocking back and forth as she tried to focus on her breathing first. She knew of one more technique to help her. So she started the five sense technique. She slowly opened her eyes to name five things she could see, four things she could touch, three things she could hear, two things she could smell and one thing she could taste. “see; people, table, bar, chairs, sky. Touch; chair, floor, face and leg. Hear; music, talking and myself breathing. Smell; cologne, ocean. Taste; the salt from the ocean.” She had whispered to herself.

Isabella’s breathing slowed down even more after doing that. It was almost back to normal. She stopped rocking and slowly got up off the floor. She took a deep breath in. She then walked over to the bar. She figured if someone wanted to talk to her they could follow her to the bar since the night and party seemed to be coming to an end. She ordered a few shots and a Malibu and pineapple. The bartender gave her the drinks and she smiled sweetly at them. She then downed the shots and started to slowly sip on her beverage.

@LunaticLeviTheSecond Rowan
Mentioned: @Kate Bennett @Kbail Isla @Littlefeets Nicholas


APPROACHABLE

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Naomi could tell that what she said, did not make Celeste quit content, as she had stared at her- big eyes, waiting for more, but there was no more than Naomi could give her. Because outside of her husband, Naomi did not really know her. She had avoided watching any movies to do with Celeste, after Naomi had fallen out with Isaac- she didn’t want a reminder, did not need a reminder, so she could not tell you that she knew Celeste well enough. Still, shame had danced in Naomi’s belly as Celeste had sarcastically asked, Is that all?. She did not say anything, she had instead waited, for Celeste to say what she wanted about her.

“Thank you,” Naomi had said, but in her mind- there had been an uncertain tone in her mind, she hoped she didn’t convey outright. “You’re also a great performer,” Well, Naomi wouldn’t know if that was true. Was she a great performer? She wouldn’t know. “You have the dream life, and deserve everything,” She continued, hoping to make up for her lack of words before. But each word Naomi said was not sincere. It was not that she did not like Celeste- no, that was not it. After all, celeste was the one that should hate her. If she found out what she had done. Thus if Naomi was the sinner, how could she hate the innocent? She didn’t hate Celeste, oh no, but there was no love for her, because in a way, Celeste had stolen something greatly from her.


@raviola

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ORP: How come you didn’t use a Nameplate? I know you have some good ones up your sleeve

Lysander

When Ryker told him that he wouldn’t share the information, Lysander wasn’t sure if he could trust that, but he had no reason to doubt him. It’s the fact he’s dealing with a stranger, a person he doesn’t know well enough to know if they would keep a promise like that. But Lysander felt like in a strange ironical twist, everything would be revealed about him, every insecurity he had about it, so he dropped it for now, knowing it would only come out some time later, make him depressed for a bit and then he’d realize how funny it is looking outside in and find it funny from then on.
Ryker helped Lysander understand how the game works a bit better. He understood it already, but he doubted if he did understand it because that seemed wrong in three ways. If it was just a game where you pick a name and either thank them or burn them, he felt the game was a bit too simple to be entertaining. The second is the fact celebrities might know each other if they draw each other, but if a celebrity pulls out somebody’s bodyguard or a somebody else’s manager or producer and they don’t know it … What will they say? What would Lysander do if he pulls out a name he doesn’t recognize and he doesn’t even know what the person looks like? The third thing is that it will either make people pretend to be nice and say thanks to the person they dislike to keep face, or it will make them say something they would turn to regret later on, one fight has already broken out between two girls who seemed to be lovers or something. The funny thing is the whole ordeal started with one thanking the other and they eneded up calling each other wh*res, and Lysander didn’t really like drama, not in real life.
He pulled out a name, and he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know who Alexandra was, so he didn’t know what to thank her for, nor did he know how to diss her, he knew nothing about her.
He looked at Ryker and showed him the name. Alexandra Pat Sinnott and made a face. “I have no idea who that is.”
He picked up his phone and googled her name. Although he googled Alexandra Pat Sinnott, what came up was an IMDB page with the name Patricia Devore and he quickly scanned the movies she was in.
He then read the name “Don’t say die” and the name of her character in it and he remebered watching her as a child. He looked up and saw that the woman in question, who looks younger than she actually is, and still as adorable as ever. He got her attention by saying her name, the full name that was on the card. He gave her a weak smile and told her “Thank you for being Caroline. I loved that show as a child and …” He didn’t want to tell her the full truth. He didn’t want to tell her how the show got him through some rough times because he didn’t want to let people know he’s had rough times … Or he just doesn’t want to let people know how rough the times actually were so he wouldn’t see the pity and the tears in their eyes because he himself wouldn’t be able to take it. He continued, and improved the remainder of the sentence so he wouldn’t let her know how she helped him. “And my family always loved the show, mostly because of you.”

@Kate - Ryker
@Kbail - Isla mentioned
@ChayChay05 - Isabella mentioned
@cordyx - Alexandra

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The breeze of the cold sea air was relaxing enough to soothe Marco’s spirits as he looked upon Blake’s confident attitude, although the comment on Marco’s apparent help on Blake’s hair did confuse him as he did not recall ever touching his hair. He did recall his hair looking like the aftermath of a Black Friday sale raid, but nothing close enough to ever spruce it up. The back of his mind wanted to question his memory but chose to remain his sleazy shtick as he played along with his words, [color= #01DF00]"I do more than just make someone’s hair look nice. I make 'em feel nice, and I’m charmed to see you quite spirited. "[/color]

As he admits, part of his bohemian vibe did help with his hair, which was appropriate at a yacht party and would go well in every situation, wet or dry. As much as he wanted to think it was the hair, Marco knew it was something that made it seem… offbeat. [color= #01DF00]I’d probably think more of a billionaire’s assumption of what Coachella is. Bohemian rhapsody and all.[/color] As a stylist, though, his thoughts can become a reality, as he knew that Blake needed little improvements and a better measurement. As he twisted his thoughts into something substantial, Marco lightly slicked his hair as a gesture of his compiled thoughts. [color= #01DF00]“It’s not just the hair; it’s that effortlessly chic quality of your suit. In my personal opinion, we could enhance your personal style. We wouldn’t want your fans to think you’ve lost this quality of yours. We can show them your improvement in style, showing that you’ve grown and you’re still you.”[/color] Raising his glass, he took a sip from his drink as he looked at the beautiful moon, not to enjoy the scenery but to avoid looking in Blake’s eyes as he felt as though he had lost a soul from that cheap statement, [color= #01DF00]God, that was cheesy. Dear Gaga, please hit this f#cking yacht into an iceberg, pronto.[/color]

Both parties, as though their bodies felt closer with each word they breathed, looked into each other’s eyes as he read between each line Blake had said to him. Each of the words enticed him to go to the bed where he usually resided, along with the trail of names he had garnered throughout his years living in this industry. Of course, he had to think at this point in time. The playful comment Blake uttered would’ve made a 23-year-old Marco drop on his knees as he saw a bait in an ocean so open to see. A 31-year-old man wouldn’t take this bait in quick succession, and as he would do it, Marco’s intent here was to gain prominence with his style. A tight smile was seen in his face, playing upon a professional angle during this meeting. [color= #01DF00]“I’m a stylist, not a seamstress. The only time where a blank canvas shall be needed is when the tailor is asked for measurements, as requested personally by me.”[/color] Walking past him, his confident stride remained as he looked behind him with fierce eyes, [color= #01DF00]“Even if, let’s say, I’d want a blank canvas, I won’t be the only one seeing a Calvin Klein piece. There’d be my assistant, a second opinion, and apprentices. I do hope you’re into exhibitionism; I’m quite well known to go for anything and everything. Although saying that…”[/color]

[color= #01DF00]“It takes more than flattery and a toned body to see more than just tattoos. I don’t come cheap, Mr. Palamo.”[/color] With the tender whisper he had made, Marco still wanted to lightly pat his shoulder with a subtle reminder of a game he’s used to playing with men who pursue him: a game of hot and cold.

As if nothing had happened, he pulled back from behind Blake’s shoulders as he pulled out a black book with a face that stapled nothing but his professionalism. No double entendre, no nonsense, as he would like when it comes to his job. [color= #01DF00]“Speaking of which, do you have a tailor? It’d be a shame that you’d be gifted Giorgio Armani and come out of the red carpet looking like, for lack of better words, a piece of ham throttled by string.”[/color]

[color= #01DF00]“Of course, it’d be your decision to take me into your arms and style you into a man worthy of the press. You’d think celebrities would be interested in heightening their image, and yet they keep saying that they aren’t interested in fashion, and it is their deed that moves the audience. And I’ll say to them that their efforts in charity would be ruined once they wear something so horrid; the dress would be the topic instead of their intent.”[/color] Snapping from the attitude of his statement, Marco looked back at Blake, reassuring him as he plastered a grin to assure his words weren’t of ill intent. [color= #01DF00]“Apologies for that rant; I find myself so tired of the same one-note line of famous people being so repelled to fashion. It’s the same reason why we won’t have a second Golden Age of Hollywood. But of course, I can make you that standard, and you’ll be written among the greats; if you let me, Mr. Palamo.”[/color]

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[color= #8ACD00]@Kbail | Blake[/color]

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RowanTry

Watching Isabella’s reaction to the newspaper made Rowan feel sad for her and angry at himself. He hated seeing anybody undeserving be unhappy and troubled, getting something they didn’t deserve. It made him want to postpone his plan, or worse, not do it at all, seeing as he wouldn’t be able to go through with it knowing it would hurt her.
He watched her have an anxiety attack, wanting to help her but not knowing how to, and thinking it might be better if he kept his distance, knowing also that she needs to be alone with her thoughts now and he’d be no help not knowing what to do, but also because he felt guilty for not being there when she got into her car drunk among others things.
It was like a huge weight dropped of his heart as soon as she started breathing normally, more controlled, and seemed less panicked. Although she still looked in a state when she exited the room, he could see she was much better by that breathing exercise she did. He followed her, slowly, giving her the space she needs but also not being invasive. As she ordered alcoholic drinks he sighed and went over and ordered one alcoholic drink for himself. He turned to her and softly said “Isabella … Behind a mask every person, man, woman or child can say anything about anybody, even if it isn’t true and even if they wouldn’t dare say something like that when the mask is off … But let me tell you that the words you just read are just that … The words of a coward in a mask. I’ll bet you that if that hater of yours met you in person, not only would he not say that to you or about you, but he wouldn’t think as poorly of you as he writes about you. Anything written about celebrities and famous people on a site where the authors could be anybody and their identities stay hidden should always be taken with a grain of salt. People already know this writer exaterates and is untrostworthy because he has a blinding hatred for you … But what people talk about you behind your back is nothing like that. Trust me, whatever you read about yourself written by Edmund Dante Williams … Take it as fiction, everybody else already does.”

@ChayChay05

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Blake wasn’t the most fashionable guy. He knew that and pretty much everyone on his team knew that. The only people he could fool were his fans who saw him dressed in expensive suits and were impressed by them. Most of the time, he would dress in the same plain but clean looking suits on every red carpet and it quickly became a staple in his identity. Blake knew that there are a growing number of fans that want see him wear something new something different but he felt content with his “plain” looking suits most of the time… Until now. He was starting to question if he should seriously start changing things up more often as Marco continued talking to him. “I mean that’s a good thing right? Bohemian Rhapsody?” He didn’t know what he was talking about but somehow it sounded correct in his head. “I do usually dress in a bohemian style?When i’m not on red carpets…I can see how it could work if you combined something together that became more chic in your words.” Blake started to feel as if he were talking to a fashion college professor and he was getting an F and now he was getting lectured on how to improve. It was intimidating considering that he didn’t realize his style needed much touching up on, and maybe even slightly offensive, but it also made him intrigued by Marco’s sharp personality and smarts. For some reason, it was starting to feel a bit erotic for him considering that he had never had anyone critique his clothing or give suggestions in this way.

Blake could tell that Marco didn’t like his flirty move seeing as he looked away and started sipping his drink. Blake held in a chuckle, knowing that it probably did sound a bit corny but also realizing that his reaction was a bit endearing. i guess he’s playing hard to get but he didn’t mind. Marco turned to him again with a serious expression and explained why a blank canvas wouldn’t be needed and that It takes more than flattery to win him over.

"I don’t come cheap, Mr. Palamo.” Before Blake could say anything, Marco turned away and pulled out a black book. He then proceeded to ask him some questions about whether he had a tailor, seemingly ranting about people not taking fashion seriously before apologizing. Blake felt as if he just got whiplash but… In the best way? He just wanted to learn more about this man and the way he thinks. He seemed very meticulous almost to an obsessive extent. It seemed somewhat erotic to Blake, but he played it a bit cool, sipping his drink before answering. He leaned forward a bit, his arm resting against the bar looking over at what was in his black book, He couldn’t help but try to annoy him a bit. “No need to apologize Mr Marco.” He tried to hold in a smile at calling him Mr Marco, but his lips still curved a bit. “I do think that working with you could be great. I do need to change my style up a bit, just to see what works.”

“By the way, I was gifted Giorgio Armani once and I do happen to have a tailor but I don’t know…” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I’m not gifted in the fashion department. I don’t know anything about fashion to be honest.” He laughed. "I mostly just wear whatever suit looks good which is usually something plain but expensive. Or, I just wear whatever my stylist thinks looks good. "He started thinking about truly taking on Marco as a stylist. “So…we work together? Is that a deal? I want to see what you come up with.” He held out his hand for him to shake.

@cordyx - Marcooooo


Quincy was still at edge of the deck, gather hir thoughts when the game was announced to the group. Ze felt a mix of curiosity and apprehension wash over hir. This game could bring up some interesting dynamics, and Quincy was not sure if ze was ready for it. Xe listened to those who went before hir, mildly interested in who drew who… until ze noticed Tommy stepping up to draw a name. Ze held hir breath unconsciously, hoping it wouldn’t be hir name. But when Tommy read out “Quincy,” a wave of emotions flooded over hir. Ze tried to maintain a neutral expression, staring at anyone else but Tommy, but hir heart was pounding out of hir chest. What was Tommy going to say?

A rush of relief, nostalgia, and bittersweet recognition flooded over hir when Tommy began his thankfulness. His words were kind, touching on the good times they had shared and the love they had once felt… Did he use past tense? Did he no longer love hir? Hir heart was beating louder and faster. Was this what ze wanted of tonight? Ze knew Tommy was going to be here. That ze would have to face him. That emotions would resurface. Ze just wasn’t to be overcome… no. No, ze can’t hir emotions get in the way of tonight. Ze can’t let hir emotions get the better on hir tonight.

Eyes glistening slightly as Quincy blinked back a couple of tears, not wanting to show too much in front of everyone. Face clear and mind ready-enough, Quincy took a deep breath and stepped up to the table to draw a number. Feeling the weight of Tommy’s words still lingering in the air, as well as the anticipation and worry of potential picking Tommy’s name in return. Ze pushed the thought from hir mind with another deep breath before reaching into the bowl to draw a name. Unfortunately, as fate would have it… “Tommy,” ze read aloud. Quincy looked up, catching Tommy’s eye and offering a small, reflective smile.

Half a minute or so after drawing his name, Quincy addressed the party, “It seems the universe has a sense of humour,” ze began, swallowing any fear or doubt bubbling up. This was not the time to overthink, ze thought, it’s a party. “Tommy, you said some very kind words about me, and for that, I’m grateful. It’s not easy to stand up here and express such feelings, especially given our history.” Ze paused to look over at Tommy with a thankful smile. “Tommy, I want to thank you. For the good times we shared, and for the moments of laughter and joy. You were there for me when I needed someone, and you showed me a kind of love that I hadn’t experienced before. For that, I’ll always be grateful.” Quincy wasn’t stopping to rethink hir words, ze was continuing on, “But I also need to be honest. There were times when things were difficult between us, and it’s important for me to acknowledge that. It wasn’t always perfect, and we both made mistakes. But those experiences taught me a lot about myself and about what I want in a relationship.” Quincy’s softened hir gaze and spoke directly to Tommy, not seeing all the eyes on hir. “So, while I thank you for the good, I also thank you for the lessons learned. They’ve made me stronger and more aware of who I am and what I need. And for that, I’m thankful.”

With a nod and another smile, Quincy stepped back, allowing the game to move on to the next participant. Xe moved back to the edge of the boat slowly, careful with every step. Thoughts rushed hir mind. Had ze really spoken with past tense? Had it all sounded so final? Maybe ze should have taken the time before speaking.
Hir hands were clammy, breath quick, and there was trembling through hir whole body. What had ze done?


@ChayChay05 - Tommy

Approachable???

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FaustCampion

When AJ saw the tears on Faust’s face he tried to comfort him saying ‘It’s all right, Faust.’ so he had to say back “No, no … These are happy tears. I’m glad the tears on my face glisten because they showcase how happy I am to see you, so I’ll wear them proudly like diamonds.” Faust often liked showing off with improvised, made up on the spot, words that sound melodic or romantic or poetic.
They got their drinks and started drinking when AJ said “You know, Faust, you always were the emotional one.” To which Faust nodded in agreement. AJ continued “Remember when we watched that sappy movie and you cried like a baby? What was it called again?” To which Faust shrugged and said “I don’t know.” But that was mostly becuase of the fact there were more than one movie he’d watch in his childhood that would’ve left him in tears. When AJ continued addind the detail that they watched in their childhood Faust thought of the meme ‘That doesn’t narrow it down’ and responded with “Honestly it could be anything from ‘All dogs go to heaven’ or ‘My girl’ which are made for children to ‘La vita bella’ which is about a Jewish family during a Nazi.” He was begging for more information but AJ, as if to tease him, decided not to give more information but dropped it. However, he couldn’t just go back to the previous point of conversation, not when AJ mentioned his kids missing Faust. “Of course they miss me …” he responded jokingly. “I’m the fun uncle. Who doesn’t miss the fun uncle? But seriously though … I can’t wait to see their little faces. I wish they could be invited on this event so I could see them sooner, but the sooner this event ends the sooner I can take Ezra with me to march to your house and give them all those x’s and o’s I wrote to them, finally in person.” The announcement has gotten off and Faust finished his drink in one gulp, which caused him to make a face. Getting up form the chair he put a hand around AJ’s neck and slapped him with the same hand on the shoulder, twice. “I have to go now, but we’ll see each other soon … Not like last time I promised that.”

TIMESKIP

He looked around looking for Ezra and when he noticed him going into the dining hall, he followed him. To ensure he’s safe he took a seat right next to Ezra. He wanted to ask how it went with him and Savannah, but he knew Ezra wouldn’t like it. However, he didn’t feel like talking much either. Not around these people … Talking with Savannah was different beause he felt he could trust her with being talkative with her, like he usually is … But he didn’t feel that way in the company around him, because he either didn’t know them or didn’t know them well enough, or didn’t feel like he could trust them … The attack made him more aware of the people he’s around and last year he might’ve talked to all of these people but … Not this year. Then there was the game … He would’ve played but he saw that he drew Ezra and that Ezra drew him, and he didn’t want to thank or diss Ezra knowing that Ezra would feel embarrased by Faust’s praise and embarrased an insult and would preffer not to have to thank his employer in front of a large crowd, he abstained form the game. He wanted to say somehting to Ezra, a private thank you, whispered low so he wouldn’t be embarrased. But then he realized that he could always cash in that ‘thank you’ anytime and that he doesn’t need to be forced to say it now.Not wanting to talk much he instead focused on the food and on the movie his brother mentioned. What could it be? Which movie did they watch constantly where he cried but AJ didn’t? He could not remeber because he’s already mentioned ‘All dogs go to heaven’ which is a movie where AJ was sad but didn’t shed quite as many tears as Faust did. Only near the end of the dinner, when dessert was about to be served, did he realize which movie AJ must’ve been talking about. It almost completely slipped his mind. Faust was frustrated with not remebering which movie AJ meant, so frustrated that he instead dropped it all and started remebering his attack and how close he was to dying. And then he thought about how it would’ve crushed his brother and Emily and Jack and his parents and although it scarred him, he was glad it happened this way, and that it didn’t affect him more than it did. But then he imagined his mother washing clothes she’s listening to the announcement of his fictional death on the radio and he realized that imagination was strange. He imagined his mother washing white sheets and putting them on a clothing line, while listening to one of those really old radios as if it were … And then it dawned on him. That wasn’t his mother he was imagining, it was Ritchie Valens’ as depicted in the movie about his life and death. He remebered it all … Ritchie’s girlfriend finding out about his death in the classroom, his brother shouting for his brother on the bridge, and his mother angrily tossing the washing and with tears in her eyes shouting ‘Not my Ritchie!’. That was the movie AJ was talking about. During their first watch of the movie AJ also cried, who wouldn’t cry, but maybe after so many rewatches that scene lost the impact on AJ and although he was sad, it didn’t bring on tears. But Faust felt excited that he discovered it, so excited and cheerful that he whispered out “La Bamba” loud enough for the guy on his right and Ezra on his left to hear what he just said. He also moved his hand while saying ‘La Bamba’ and it knocked over a glass of water over the guy on his right. Faust turned to him and started apologizing. “Oh I’m so sorry. Thankfully it looked like something easy to clean, I would’ve never forgiven myself if I acidentally doused you in red wine. Especially since your outfit is so white.” He wanted to add ‘But you could always spin it as an art piece and say the spill meant to be there, these celebs will believe it.’ However, he didn’t know if the person in there was a celeb, or if he would be offended by something like that, or if the guy had many friends who are like that, or if he himself was a guy who make his money from art pieces like that.

@ChayChay05 - Tommy
@CrazyCaliope - AJ
@eunoia - Ezra mentioned

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Isabella was sitting at the bar trying to enjoy her drink. When she heard Rowan talk. She just put a smile on her face and listened to him. She nodded her head to show him she was listening. She sat there being composed and calm. Once he was done talking, she turned to him. “You are right. Whoever this editor is… They are obviously obsessed with me. Like dude get a life and stop trying to ruin mine. It is a bit ridiculous. However, I can’t change people or their opinions of me. I am who I am. They can take it or leave it. I’m not here to please everyone.” She smiles that award winning smile at Rowan. She always did love her smile. She felt it was her best feature. She felt like today was just a bad day overall. She figured everybody has bad days so why not try to make it a little better. She took a sip of her drink then looked back at Rowan. “Well thank you Rowan. You are an amazing manager. I do appreciate you.” She smiled once more and then slowly sipped her drink. She set her glass on the bar. She wasn’t sure if Rowan would say something else or what. She did kind of hope someone would come talk to her but who knows.

@LunaticLeviTheSecond Rowan

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Tommy was frozen there in his seat. After everything Quincy said and how ze just backed away. He felt… He wasn’t really sure what he was feeling. He knew him and Quincy did need to talk, but he also knew ze needed hir space right now. That was obvious to him with the way she left the group. He sat there just replaying everything that was said to him. It wasn’t too bad. However, the last part is what stung him to the core. Yes, they had their problems sure what couples doesn’t or didn’t. However, did ze have to air it out for everyone here to hear. “But I also need to be honest. There were times when things were difficult between us, and it’s important for me to acknowledge that. It wasn’t always perfect, and we both made mistakes. But those experiences taught me a lot about myself and about what I want in a relationship." Tommy was consumed in his own thoughts. That he hadn’t even noticed when the guy beside him knocked a glass of water onto him. He just heard the guy talking and saying sorry. He was brought back to reality by this. “Wait… Huh??? What happened???” He asked then looked down and realized he was a wet. “Oh it’s no worries, accidents happen man.” He offered the guy a warm and genuine smile.

@LunaticLeviTheSecond Faust

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RowanTry

Rowan sighed a breath of relief as a smile returned to Isabella’s face. He was glad his words made her feel better. It was his words that got her to cry in the first place, which he deeply regrets. When she thanked him and said that she appreciated him, he responded “Well, Isabella, I’m only doing my job.” He wanted to go home and be aloen for a while, he needed to think things over and ponder some things. “I think it’s best if you go home alone tonight … Or not alone, if things work out with either Isla or somebody else who sweeps you off your feet. It’s … Both this author and Isla suggested some sort of a relationship between us, and if it were only the author I’d assume he’d grasping at straws, but … If Isla noticed it … Then I think it’s best not to give people any impression. And don’t worry about what’ll happen to you, I’ll make sure a bodyguard is with you and I trust when you make a mistake you learn from it, so I believe you’ll be arrested for DUI anytime soon. Goodbye now, and have fun, you’ve had enough stress for one day.” He said to her and turned around to leave “I’ll see you tomorrow morning to defame this author.”

@ChayChay05 - Isabella
@Kbail - Isla mentioned

ORP: Not Approachable (Is this possible? To have a character go home form the party like one day before the time skip and be unapproachable for everybody?)

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Steven watched Blake and Lucy intently, his expression unreadable. As he watched, his mind worked overtime. Blake’s nervousness was palpable and Lucy’s confident lies grated on Steven’s nerves. People say you can’t judge a book by its cover, but Steven says otherwise, if you know how to read the details. Although, Steven’s face remained steeled, despite seething on the inside. The pairs’ body language screamed discomfort and guilt, Steven noticed, they seemed to be caught in a situation no one wanted to be in. So Steven stepped closer to Blake, maintaining a facade of politeness. “Blake. I appreciate you keeping my wife company. It’s always good to know she has someone looking out for her when I’m occupied.” The words were friendly enough, but there was an edge to them, a subtle reminder that Steven was always watching, always aware.

Anger surged through Steven, deep within, when Lucy suggested they were about to take to the floor. He knew when she was hiding something. “A dance, you say?” he repeated lightly. “I suppose a dance is harmless enough." But that wasn’t what was concerning. A dance is nothing, nothing to Lucy’s question; Lucy’s question about why he had come, that was a deflection, he knew that. “I was concerned I’d miss out on all the fun," he said simply. “You know how much I worry about the children, but I trust Cindy. She’s more responsible than you give her credit for.” This wasn’t true at all, and Lucy knew that. He had other reasons for being here. “But Blake-", he was interrupted by the room.

The room was starting a Thanksgiving game of “Diss or Thank”, and as it continued, Steven wondered if this was really worth him coming here. So he waited for everyone to have their turn, even Blake left their company to take his turn drawing a name. Maybe, just maybe, if he waited it out, he would have to partake. … However, luck was not on his side. He had waited right 'til the end, along with Lucy and that musician guy… Danny, was it?.. and now they were told as the final three, they were paired. Steven closed his eyes in annoyance, which apparently left it open for Danny to take the stage first. His words reflected kindness and gratitude towards Lucy; they seemed genuine. Perhaps there was something there, perhaps the man had feelings for his wife. Who didn’t, Steven could only assume.

When Steven was certain Danny had concluded, he decided to take his turn next. Taking a mere second to check his composure, he stepped forward. He met Lucy’s gaze before speaking, his voice steady and composed, “Well, Lucy, my dear wife, we’ve been through a lot together. And while there have been moments of minor martial tension and disagreement, I cannot overlook the years of support and partnership you’ve given me.” He paused, his gaze unwavering from her. “So, I want to thank you, Lucy. Thank you for being my partner, for standing by my side through thick and thin. I appreciate everything you’ve done for our family and for me.” His words were sincere, but there was an underlying current of warning, a reminder that he was always watching, always aware.

Then, hovering his gaze on Lucy a little longer than needed, Steven turned his attention to Danny. “And it seems I have the privilege of playing this game with you as well,” he remarked. “Danny, I ought to say, your collaboration with Lucy was… surprising,” he announced, pausing a little too long. Some may think it was only to think of his next words, however, they’d be wrong. His lengthy pause was deliberate. “But I’ll admit, the song you created together was quite impressive. So, I’ll thank you for that. Thank you for bringing out a different side of Lucy, for helping her explore new creative avenues.” The inflection on the word ‘creative’ was much sharper, said a a sort of warning. As if to say that whatever feeling Danny felt for Lucy, keep them down and stick to your job. With that, Steven stepped back.


@Kbail - Blake mentioned
@ChayChay05 - Lucy
@eunoia - Danny

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