ten, nine, eight... // nye boat bash - OPEN TO ALL

[mason frederick george]

The whistle of the cool winter winds flew past the ears of the George as he looked out at the horizon, a gentle breeze blowing through his gelled locks. Hooded eyes took in the spectrum of colour in the sky - indigos to violent oranges, contrasting the brilliant white of the vessel they were seated in. His arm rested on the edge, the vast expanse of blue seemed to appear white as the motors churned through the liquid - in fact it seemed to jump out at moments, like an excited, salivating dog when presented with a treat. It was being used for once, after all. When most had decided to switch to the use of the nitrogen rich air as a means of transportation, the part of the Pacific Ocean was seldom enjoyed for the relaxing views, waves crashing on the shore, and the beautiful, natural clashes of hue that not even the best dyes, inks or photoshop genius could easily recreate. Perhaps this was what made the lips of the Englishman turn upwards, into a smile that his mother would be proud to see, rather than the signature facade passed down for generations, complete with an air of arrogance and self-absorption.

In fact, she did look happy, sitting on the other side of the deck, her precise, expensive exclusive-boutique-done eyelash extensions fluttering towards one of the waiting staff as he lowered a black tray. He grinned. The familiar glint of light that only crystal glasses refracted shone for a split second as the ship's course changed eastward, towards the port. Only the best for your dolled up mother, non? Deep brown eyes seemed to glitter as they glanced towards her little monsters - Sam, then Mase (her red-stained grin widened even more when they landed on him, if you're thinking that she was her favourite by any chance) - while she raised the champagne glass to them, raspberry included. Of course he raised his in reply, letting his eyes travel from member to member of his immediate family - for some odd reason, Anthony was still locked up inside of his room, probably peeing his pants with the idea of a palm-top tiger of a blonde walking onto the ship in heels - allowing his eyes to rest a little longer onto the largest figure, sitting rather aloof on his personal throne. Probably looking at the female members of staff. A muscle near the young man's temple twitched, before, and his eyebrow raised, luckily undetected by either of his doting parents. Forcing that smile back onto his face the way that he'd learnt to from his mother Tessa, the times his mother's porcelain skin was left spotted with deep purple, or even bloodstained, the twenty year old lifted his glass slightly, signalling a toast. "To... Family. To all of the times where we've been apart, yet still together." Slowly, he walked towards Theresa with love in his eyes, embracing her. If it weren't for her, they wouldn't have all been together for Christmas. It wasn't like Frederick George Snr was going to listen to anybody else anyway.

"To you, mother... You remember the time when I crashed that toy car into Clarissa's playhouse when I was younger?" He sniggered, the memory of crocodile tears falling from the then chubby child's eyes fresh in his mind, arguably one of the funniest faces he had seen the girl ever pull in the years that he had known her for. His laugh was accompanied by a similar one from his younger sister, who was probably even more amused since the boy who had finally got his Mercedes toy car and spent a good number of hours showing off about how he always got what he wanted had crashed it, dislodged the plastic number plate and hopped out of the driver's seat with a limp and an awkward shame as his mother embraced him, trying to stifle her own giggles. "Or that time when Sam decided that she was going to become the next Britney Spears when we went to Daze High and ended up coming last place in the singing contest? The fact is they were both embarrassing events and even though we spent loads of time laughing our asses off, we still supported each other, didn't we?" Mase grinned, watching his not-so-little sister fight off a flush of red from taking over her lightly tanned complexion. It was nice to say something good about the females in his family, if not all of them.

He turned to check if his father was still sitting on the upper deck, but found his chair was empty. Before he turned back, his attention was grabbed by the sound of Louboutins on a solid wood floor. A bejewelled blonde stepped out onto the main deck with a large grin painted upon her lips, walking her way towards her new sister. Well, her official sister now - Clarissa and Samantha had known each other for years on end, you see, played with Barbies when the boys were being silly, talked when things were low. Perhaps that was who the cunning blonde had got all her information about the hazel eyed, handsome devil from? It wouldn't be too surprising - the girl who seemed thirsty for excitement and inclusion wanting to be close to someone whose life was laced with the two terms? How very feasible. He couldn't make things awkward, though. She got her way, his dad got his way, so did his mum. Marriage had him trapped against his heart's will. Luckily for him, it made everyone else happy, and gave him a few added freedoms and family responsibilities as a future leader of a large hotel corporation based in Europe, but the added colours of Ferrari, Maserati and Bugatti in the assorted colours of the Union Jack just didn't seem to fill that place in his heart that he had to rip out for family peace. The joys of being a George, eh?

A peck on the cheek. Short, somewhat polite, passionless. The poor thing - Clarissa's relationship was more unrequited than she would have imagined. The same boy who spent years and years lusting after her, 36Ds and all? It was almost a joke to think that all that was on his mind was the red Pucci shoes that a certain Valentine left in his hallway when she came to his bachelor's pad a few months before he walked down the aisle with a different blonde, with larger bodily assets and a bountiful amount of cash. However, it wasn't to be. He wasn't going to let himself become anything like his father, leaving his new wife, diamonds and all to worry of his whereabouts, to be playing with other young women he found in bars! With Ravyn, he decided that, at least. Because knowing that your girl could rip your feelings straight out of the famously strong cardiac muscles the same way you did hers, it put you off acting like a dick. Hmm, Ravyn. Maybe her poor deluded soul did get back together with that prick Peter. It didn't matter to him anyway - he would never amount to the riches Mason had bestowed on him. His mum never liked her anyway. Well, the sound of her. "Hello, darling," the Englishman purred, the inner player working his magic. The remnants of his feelings from the times they were together were also helping him, he couldn't lie. The moments of vulnerability she sometimes let slip, the times he stumbled in on her making surprise breakfast or joking about moving to the company's American headquarters in New York and having to pretend it was "Great to see and meet everyone of you again" were nice. Endearing, even. No Mase, no. It was so confusing; he didn't know what his mind was doing anymore. Was he actually developing feelings for the girl who made him the heartbreaker he was? Lord only knew what was setting his emotions on such a tumultuous journey. Maybe it was Karma. He hadn't exactly been the nicest person all of his life. Hurting others with that arrogant smile plastered to his face was a family sadistic trait that he had learned through his parents' brilliant social manipulation skills. Letting people down who considered themselves to be friends with him for the boosts in popularity and relevance. Boosting his own self esteem by stealing it from others. Although he had been given everything in life on a polished platinum platter, he tarnished an possible chances of virtue with metaphorically dirty fingers.

While some learnt how to ride a bike, our young George learned how to spot a good quality three piece suit and to find a brilliantly devastating insult that would tear down the ego of a soldier, after all.

"Just popping inside to see Ant; I'll be back before we get to the dock." And with that, the 6 foot wonder walked through the door - mahogany, to the delight of Tessa Trinket, off to find his cousin, Anthony and to fix up before they saw everyone.

What do you mean why does he have to fix up? Skylar Valentine. That little blonde who he used to fool around with playfully, chiming the words "no strings" and "just sex". Pfft. That never works. Sex is an act of mutual desire and attraction when consensual. And with the amount of time the pair spent together, people thought that the pair were a couple already. What stopped them while they were both single and besotted? Pride. Didn't Austen teach us the dangers of Pride in her signature novel, Pride and Prejudice? Elizabeth and Darcy could only get together once they had both overcome their overarching problems with familial, self-pride and prejudices. Perhaps the inner romantic in Mason George was holding onto the hope that some day the pair would get their fairy tale ending. Sappy? Yes. But it's something he truly believed would happen some day. He'd get by as long as she wasn't too far away. They could chat and catch up between classes, like middle school all over again. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he walked into his room, only to find his cousin walking to the other end of the hallway. He was always much better with timing, Anthony. Perhaps that's why he was known as the keen nerdy one.

Slam went the door behind him. His hand rose to scratch his forehead, before he walked slowly towards the mirror. His memory flashed back to the day he bought Clarissa's ring with her, the way that everyone thought that he was buying for her, that she was his fiancé. Everything about that moment was perfect, until he realised which girl he was buying the gifts for. Tears fell like glitter from her eyes as she ran out, no-where to be found. How hadn't he seen her since?! His best friend of all people, the person he arguably trusted the most in his hectic life. One of the people who had stuck by him and didn't betray him. And he threw it away for family. Mason, Mason, Mason. Always a fool in love, never seems to learn just how important somebody is before just letting them go. Straightening his white shirt and complementary black tie, (mother decided all the Georges were wearing monochrome with a splash of red, you see) Mason placed a small red handkerchief into his jacket pocket and sets out to the upper deck.

The purples, pinks and oranges of the sky became a deep navy colour, the darkness broken up by the lanterns and lit flooring of the yacht. There were waiting staff everywhere, beginning to serve canapés and champagne out to all the passengers boarding. It was so weird rubbing shoulders with people who would only dream of having their own sea vessels to hold events and parties on. He could smell the zetas from the very spot that he was standing in, but kept quiet. Mother doesn't want drama.

Standing on the top deck, he tapped onto his champagne flute with precision, before starting a toast.

"Hello, everyone.
This isn't scripted, you'll have to forgive me; I spent most of my christmas getting drunk - mince pies with brandy sauce and an endless supply of baileys and mulled wine, like a true Brit! I just wanted to welcome you to the family yacht! This is the second largest one we own, and the one we probably use the most. We don't usually spend New Years together, so it's great to be surrounded by my family - sister Samantha over there with the knockers next to my wife and my mum and pops, who are... Somewhere! My mum wanted to meet all of the lovely faces, old and new from KPU, so it's great to have you aboard the Ocean Glory this New Years Eve! Alright, so we have our waiters dressed in red and black delivering drinks and canapés, and if you'd like something a little stronger, our bartenders Victor, Stephane and Helena would be happy to serve you at the bar. There are rooms for all, and you're welcome to crash - we're sailing to San Miguel and back to Long Beach.
I hope you all enjoy your night and have a great new year!"

Waiting for a resounding cheer, Mason stepped back and made his way down to join the others on the lower deck. Well that was charismatic. Almost too much so.

[IMOGEN BROOKES]

Nothing sounded better to Imogen Brookes than the ‘New’ Year. It was a chance to wash the grime-filled slate clean and start fresh. It held new promises, possibilities, and for Imogen, a new life. Battles and struggles had been thrown at her from every direction that year, and with talk of the New Year boosting her spirits, she thought that maybe it held promise for her to fall back into her studies and chase her dream of becoming a Doctor – whether or not these dreams would be shared equally with her friends and family was another question entirely. Imogen was a broken girl after losing two lovers and a child in the past 6 months, and almost losing herself to Cancer – but every day she noticed little improvements in herself. Walking around became easier, her stomach would let her consume more food with each meal, and her heart was slowly mending with each picture she deleted of herself and Anthony Suarez.

Most of the trauma that Imogen had suffered throughout the year had been because of physical aspects – her body shutting down because of Cancer, her swollen belly deflating after her stillbirth, the pain of walking afterwards, the remorse she had whenever she looked in the mirror at her flat stomach, knowing only too well that she had carried her baby to almost a full trimester. Losing the one shred of Anthony she had left to clutch on to had hurt almost as much as losing Anthony himself, but when she came out of the hospital lacking her belly and her baby, her heart broke into a million pieces. If Imogen had been saved by medical science, why couldn’t her baby have? They were questions that Imogen had been pondering over for weeks after she left the hospital, confined to her apartment, hiding away from anyone who might wish to reach out to her.

Imogen didn’t want to admit it, but she felt disconnected with the world. Women her age should never have to experience these kinds of things. All of her former friends had dropped off the face of the earth once they discovered that she wasn’t going to earn them any pity from professors who could give them extra study time and prolonged exam periods because of the harsh experience they all went through by having a friend like Imogen. Her dear friend Travis had been there for her on one of the first outings she had back to school – and if her mind hadn’t been so clouded with thoughts of Anthony, she might’ve given him a chance to mend her sore, broken little heart. Imogen had to admit though – it wasn’t his broken heart to mend, it was Anthony’s. It always had been, and it always would be.

One of Imogen’s least favourite things to do now was to go to the Campus. Seeing a few of the senior students there toting around their babies and strollers made her heart squeeze in agony. With only a 15% chance of Imogen even conceiving children in the future, and a further 30% of carrying that baby to full term, Imogen saw all chance of becoming a mother quite horribly thin. Her mother still blamed her for the stillbirth, saying things like ‘you could have prayed more’ or ‘why would you have even expected it to live’. Imogen didn’t talk to her mother much anymore. How everyone spoke about her son to her made her sick to her stomach. He was not an ‘it’, he had a heartbeat and beautiful eyes and soft cheeks, yet he was born so quiet and so still – like a beautiful doll in an antique store. Imogen wasn’t given much time to say goodbye to her son before they took him away, but the love she felt for him was much more than she’d ever felt for anything else in her entire existence. Anthony knew about what had happened, of course, she owed it to him to let him know what had happened, but anything further than that she had shied away from. Seeing him again would just remind her of the beautiful creature they had created, and also of the fact that she couldn’t do the one simple thing every woman was designed for – child rearing.

Over the few weeks that Imogen had been discharged from hospital, Anthony had tried reaching out – to no avail, of course. If there was one thing that Imogen could do well after all the years of study and tuning people out, it was ignoring others. It had made her quite the recluse, but Imogen thought to herself that maybe she liked it better that way. There was no one there to feel sorry for her, no one there to constantly ask her questions that she frankly didn’t want to answer. Being in her own company wasn’t as bad as she had first thought it might be – the most daunting part of her week was going out to do the shopping, in constant fear that he might emerge from one of the aisles with those warm, welcoming brown eyes and spot her looking weak and disheveled. Imogen didn’t want to see herself the way she was everyday, and she definitely didn’t want the love of her life seeing her like that either.

One of her more frequent visits outside of her apartment was to the local psychologist in town. He was inexpensive and caring – He reminded her almost of how her father was before he found out his youngest daughter had fallen pregnant at eighteen and flushed her dreams down the toilet. He’d closed the door on his daughter as much as the rest of her family had, and she wondered why they’d tolerated her all of these years if really she was just as useful as the doorstop on their door, which was now closed off from Imogen for what she felt like would be forever. The psychologist was useful in the way that she could confide in him her biggest secrets and thoughts and know unlike her other friends, word wouldn’t send around about her deepest feelings and be told to the kinds of people who could get back to Ant about what was really going on behind closed doors in Imogens life. He was full of advice on ways to deal with her anxiety and her guilt about losing her baby – which she found out were all common things that mothers dealt with after the loss of a child. There was nothing truly wrong with her, and after a few months of the intense counseling, her psychologist suggested going out and enjoying herself.

It was almost like she was a different woman. Muscle was on her arms and her body was toned instead of a sickly bone-like look she had been graced with while she was still contaminated with cancer. The gym had become a pastime of the young girl, and she used it as a way to exert all of her negative energy into the face of a punching bag or the tread of a bicycle machine that she could burn off for hours. Life was slowly falling back into place, and when New Years finally rolled around, Imogen knew she was ready to face the world again and to see it in a different light.

The girl wasn’t some kind of technophobe of the internet, so when she caught wind of the annual Mason and Anthony boat party, she realized it would be the perfect opportunity to face her new life and show everyone that she had bounced back from the dark period in her life, and that she was opening a fresh page for the New year and if it was with or without Anthony, it would all be decided at his party.


Of course, there were a few obstacles to climb yet, this time, more of a vanity kind. Staying in all day did nothing for the woman’s skin, and so after spraying on some fake tan and getting her nails painted for the occasion, the girl headed to the hair saloon. Imogen could frankly not remember the last time she had visited Clarie, her local hair stylist. She’d been rather surprised to see the golden blonde haired pixie in the store, and with a bounce in her step she pulled the older woman in for a hug. Clarie had been a little confused at first, but after a few moments Imogen felt the woman’s hands fold around her small body, almost lifting the girl off the ground. Luckily, with all her work in the gym and eating properly, her hairdresser merely assumed she’d just been lazy with her hair and avoided getting it cut. Since it was falling down past her back now, the first thing her hairdresser did was take a huge wad of it and snip it off, still almost 3 inches past her shoulders, but short enough that it could be easily manageable.

After almost an hour, Imogen emerged and headed back towards home, the huge clock in the centre of town reading 6 o’clock. There was only two hours until the boat was due to set off, and Imogen knew if she dawdled anymore she’d certainly miss her chance to see Anthony and the rest of her friends for the new year. It was vain of her to put such effort into one night’s occasion, but her psychologist had suggested it to instill a touch of confidence into her before she set out for the celebrations. Once home, she loped her hair up into a towel and hopped into the shower, the brown liquid from the remnants of the tan washing off, leaving her with a golden glow that she’d had before winter hit and before she’d been admitted to hospital. Imogen was looking as though nothing had ever happened, and it was a breath of fresh air for the girl, who once saw herself as the ugliest girl in the world, stretch mark bearing and sun deprived, Imogen knew she looked worse for wear when she’d been in hospital, but after almost 3 months of personal rehab on her body and mind, Imogen was feeling like a new person.

Her dress was white, simple except for the intricate bodice sitting on her small curved body, legs poking out from underneath, giving an illusion to show as if her legs went on for miles. Her heels were plain black with a strap over her foot, both toes and fingers painted glossy white with sparkles – a new years eve touch that made her smile. Stepping in front of the mirror, Imogen could have sworn she looked even better than she had before hospital because of her frequent hitting of the gym, her body toned and slim from the constant conditioning. Her makeup was white, silver and black, a smoky eye with red lips to draw attention to her mouth. She would admit, it was the best she’d looked in a long time, and she was hoping both Ant and his depressed little psychopath was there to witness the woman that had emerged from the broken girl she left behind.

The dock was full of people as the boat pulled in, and she could see people staring at her as if she was some kind of mutant – Imogen hadn’t told anyone she’d be there tonight, and so her arrival was unexpected to most, especially to Ant and Mason, the parties hosts. Once everyone was inside the overly huge vessel – A George boat, of course - the boat left dock and bottles began popping.

The initial shock to the system that came with seeing all of her classmates at once after such a long time soon wore off. Imogen knew these people, she didn’t need to walk around as if she was some nervous freshman invited to a seniors party. Imogen had thrived in this environment before her terrible hand of cards had been played, and damn it she would thrive again even if it meant being thrown off the side of the ship drunk. The boat sailed easily over the coast, a nice steady breeze passing over the gyrating bodies of the vessels dance floor. Knowing the fate of her body if she muddled up in the crowd of sweat too soon, she headed below deck to where the lower quarters resided. She passed Mason with a smile before she realized exactly where she was headed. It was almost fate as her long slender legs walked down the hallway, where from one of the many rooms emerged the tall, dark and handsome Anthony Suarez. It took everything in her not to run into his arms.

The feelings that played on her heartstrings were unexpected. Longing, Passion, Lust. The woman had obviously missed the man, her palms squeezing together noting her discomfort. What was she doing over here, so far from him? This was the man who’d lost his virginity to her, the man who she had almost mothered a son with. Anthony Suarez was her knight in shining armor, and his princess was only a few feet away from him. Blue eyes caught the sight of chocolate brown ones, and if she hadn’t been in such high heels she might’ve run to him, but instead she loped over as fast as her legs would take her and crashed into his arms, nuzzling herself to the spot her face fit perfectly. ”Hey, Ant.” She whispered as she breathed him in. It was subtle, charming, perfect.

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[Clarissa Violetta George]

Clarissa was very excited for tonight's party, New Year's Eve was one of her favorite holidays after all. She had always been a party girl, but tonight was going to be very special, she was now Mrs. Mason George and she had to make an impression on all their peers and family. She spent hours on getting ready, and making sure that all of her friends were attending since this would most likely be the party of the century.

She couldn't express the amount of happiness she was feeling, she truly had gotten everything she wanted this year, the most popular man on campus, a fabulous dream house, all the money she could ask for, and her popularity status was through the roof, there wasn't a single soul on campus that didn't know who she was. Not to mention she was really forming a mean girl posse out of the hottest girls on campus. So far she had Kaya, Bella and Audri, of course Audrina wasn't mean girl material at the moment but Clarissa was determined to get her to see things her way no matter how hard the task. She had to admit that she thought that Bella Rocha was her favorite, she was the most like her and didn't give as much trouble, unlike Kaya who was a little odd. But Rissa knew that one day she could turn these girls into Women.

Earlier that say she went out shopping for the best outfit for tonight's festivities, she had to look absolutely stunning after all, she wanted Mason's eyes to be on her all night. Plus she just had to look good for the respect of the George family of course. She loved them like her own already, she had spent many years around them, she had been good friends with Samantha most of her life, even treated her better than her own sister. Tess was like a second mom to her, and Mr. George often gave her rides and other little favors when she was younger.

After she finally got her hair done and into her brand new dress and heels, topped off with the huge rock on her finger, she left with Mason to the Doc, she greeted his family, hugging Sam and Tess, giving them loving pecks on the cheek. She watched as crowds of people started coming to the dock, a lot of them were friends of the family and other popular kids around campus, but the other half looked like riff-raft. But that usually happens when there's an open invite, she really hoped there wouldn't be any mishaps with some of these people because she would have to be stuck on a boat with them for hours on end.

She then listened to her love make a speech as they all entered the huge and glamorous yacht, that she would soon go on many more family vacations on. She wondered where they would have their honey moon at? Maybe some tropical island where they would have plenty of alone time together. But she was now getting lost in her thoughts, she was snapped back to reality when Mason was done with his toast. She grabbed a glass of champagne from one of the staff members and held it in the air before sipping off of it. She waved to everyone and started to make her rounds of greeting her friends.

Outfit: www.polyvore.com/rissa_new_years/set?id=108562571

[Audrina Beaufort]

The shameful memories of her appearance prior to her complete transformation had become nothing more than ancient history to one Audrina Beaufort, whose perfect blend of superior intellect and a pretty face had made her one of the most distinguished individuals among her peers at King Protea College. Back home in Burlingame, some people still remembered the chubby, brace-faced, awkward girl this beautiful blonde once was, but, much to her pride, not a single soul in San Francisco had ever caught a glimpse of her less than appealing face from her early adolescence. And that was why she was celebrating tonight; she was living proof that a girl could change anything about herself she detested. No one knew of her life pre-makeover; no one knew of the nose job she had gotten when she had just turned sixteen. In the eyes of everyone else, when they saw Audrina, they saw a young, beautiful, intelligent woman, illuminating with confidence and congeniality - a word most people in this city did not know the definition of, at least not in practice.

Long gone were her glasses and bland fashion sense, Audrina now sported a short white dress with a crystal embellished waist belt, blue diamond earrings, an expensive Tiffany bracelet, and light makeup. The gentle California breeze caressed her smooth cheek and brushed past her golden locks, which lightly flowed behind her and carried on the scent of her perfume. The blonde bombshell could imagine how scenic she appeared to those around her, with her white dress and glimmering green emerald eyes.

It may have seemed superficial of her to be envisioning this, but after all she'd been through, she deserved some pride. The Beaufort's were a family deeply concerned with image and beauty. She was the only daughter, and while her intellect was highly remarkable since birth, she hadn't always been so radiant. As a child, she was stout, unattractive, and unpopular. Her peers had teased and shunned her, unwilling to befriend a girl who would only damage their reputations. Not even her status as the daughter of the former star wide receiver for the San Francisco 49ers was not enough to boost her to the top of the social pyramid; it just made people wonder why she wasn't as remarkable as her father. It had taken a complete makeover to conform her to society standards of beauty. As much as it tore her apart to admit it, she was unattractive, and her father told her she could never be unattractive. Her mother changed her wardrobe, throwing out virtually every article of clothing she had previously owned and replaced them with newer and more chic clothes. A prolonged visit to the beauty salon taught her how to properly style her hair and show off her lovely blonde locks perfectly, and after she took up softball and cheerleading, she found out she was athletic and lost all of that excess weight that had dragged her down to lower levels of the social ladder. Then, during her sophomore year of high school, her received her parents blessing and funding to get a rhinoplasty, effectively shrinking the one remaining hindrance in her life down to the ideal size. Essentially unrecognizable as that girl who ate lunch by herself, Audrina rapidly gained a plethora of friends and shot up to the top. Not a single person judged her negatively by her appearance, and for the first time in her life, the bright-eyed honey was truly happy.

Determined to never become one of the monsters who had tormented her during her childhood, when she wasn't so pretty in the face, Audrina retained the touch with her nerdy side. She had promised herself her newfound beauty would not come at the sacrifice of her intelligence and her loving nature. She'd never admit to her popularity, despite its obvious presence in her image, and her brilliant mind motivated her to keep calm and aim high. She already had the look; now she needed to finish strong and pave her way to an amazing future, one in which those who had bullied her would gaze upon her and crumple with guilt.

At King Protea College, she'd become quite a reputable woman, continuing to earn straight A's and remain true to her inner nerd. Most people on campus knew her name, if not her face, and she became known as one of the nicer pretty girls who didn't resort to haughty, arrogant gossip and teasing to escalate their popularity. Her many friends clung to her, and others adored her and wanted to be around her. Her down-to-earth friends, like the fashion-savvy Devyn Jameson, and her beloved nerd buddies, like Anthony Suarez, were the most pleasant to be with, while her more egotistical friends took some time to get used to. She had a good guess as to which ones grew close to her because they genuinely liked her, and which ones only hung around her because of her well-proportioned body, radiant countenance, and enviable social life, yet none of them were aware of her former appearance in the slightest and she would keep it that way.

The party was open-invite, but it was very flattering to have been personally requested to attend by Clarissa George, formerly Stewart. It had most likely been the result of her lovely face rather than her personality that won Clarissa's friendship and curried her favor, but despite the recently married woman's narcissism and aloof nature, Audrina deemed her a genuine friend. Nothing came to mind as to why she did, but there was that glimmer of hope in her heart.

The aforementioned woman now stood before her, with her famed expression of superiority plastered upon her face. Taking a champagne flute containing a mimosa, Audrina walked over to her and smiled cheerfully, her green eyes shimmering as they reflected the lights. "Clarissa, you look stunning! Congratulations again on tying the knot with the golden boy. Well, I guess he's become a man, thanks to you," greeted the nerdy bombshell, tossing her golden hair behind her now-exposed shoulders. "Your wedding was beautiful. Everything turned out so beautifully. You'll have to give me the number for your planner in a few years," she remarked with a playful wink. If anything, Clarissa certainly seemed happier, though nothing on the outside had changed. Marriage suited Clarissa well.

[SKYLAR VALENTINE]

As much as Skye hated to admit it, a treasure-trove full of jewels would never replace the empty feeling in her chest. On the surface, all was well for the social butterfly, she had flocks of friends by her side – including Sutton, the goddess who eternally had her back – a gorgeous amount of men wanting to be in her life and in her bed, and parents that hopefully found it in their hearts to forgive their daughter before the fireworks went off that night for the new year. Skye had been trying to distract herself from men and all of their stupid emotions, emotions that barely scoped outside the range of sex, money and fame. Being here in San Francisco, there was no escape from the constant whispers that circled around the College – and the town itself. Skye had also been doing the thing that most College students needed to do if they wanted to make it through exams and essays – she’d been extracting herself from socializing and putting her head into the books for once.

Her life had been hectic as the year drew to a close. The woman had taken some time off and stayed in her parent’s holiday house in Cancun for a fortnight. All the time off wasn’t exactly a good thing for her scattered brain either – it just left her even more time to be stuck inside that confused head of hers. Mason wasn’t the only thing on her mind, either. His wedding had been a huge song and dance for the couple, and she was certain almost half of the town was there to celebrate the coming together of the two – Skye had declined the wedding invitation because if she was honest, she probably would have been the one to catch out that little imbecile Clarissa on being a gold digging piece of white trash and made a scene. If it hadn’t of been for Mason’s presence at the alter with the she-demon, she may have confronted her, but alas, she only wanted her best friend to be happy, so she stayed away.

Speaking of her best friend, the two had been distant as of late. The scene at the jeweler had just been the tip of the iceberg to what was truly on the blonde woman’s minds all of the time. Skye had been trying desperately to tell Mason how she felt about him, but with news of his parents organizing some kind of business agreement that involved him marrying Clarissa, she knew that she’d lost her chance. Skye still felt stupid for letting her mask fall for even the shortest time to show how she was really feeling towards Mason. He’d been surprised of course, and the two hadn’t had time to talk about it because for one, she’d been avoiding him, and he’d been too caught up in questions like ‘cream or ivory’ because of his wedding.

It wasn’t a nice thought, knowing that the two were married. Skye could have pictured herself in Clarissa’s place if they’d been given more time, but as usual, time and fate were never on Skylar’s side, and so she was sadly left behind. Mason had suggested still being friends after everything had happened, but Skye wasn’t sure if she was ready to give up on the fight for him or to just submit to the fact that he was happy – or something – with that blonde bimbo. Who are we kidding? This is Skye fucking Valentine, and she was never one to back down from a fight unless she was the victor.

Fighting was something this girl did best. Not the physical kind of course, she’d never condone to chipping her expensive manicured fingers on any kind of white trash like Clarissa, but she could surely work her ways differently. Her first move was to accept the invitation to Mason and Anthony’s annual yacht party, knowing that accepting the invite at all would come as a shock to both of the men, considering the track history of one of the hosts with the invitee. Skye wasn’t afraid of being at the party; everyone there would know her – who didn’t know who Skye Valentine was? Mason was still her best friend, and if she had to remind him of the pact they’d made in 8th grade, she would. The thought of the two made a smile pull at her lips, and she then realized where she was. Looking up from the pages of her magazine, she smiled at the oriental woman in front of her, who was busy working magic on her feet, painting them a glossy red to match her dress. It wasn’t like many people would see the toes peeking out from under her tight fitting floor-length dress, but it was the thought that counted, right?

The afternoon sun was setting on the horizon as Skye shimmied into her dress, pulling her assets into place and wiggling her shoulders a little, smoothing her hands down the red material. She’d had the dress especially made for New Years Eve on the boat, the girl wanted to make a statement after all. With all the girls she knew going for a short, skimpy look to suit for the occasion of getting down and dirty, Skye knew that Mason would appreciate the glamorous look she donned, he liked that kind of thing when it came to his women. Skye had organized her best friend Sutton there as a backup to skulk back to, and she also had a spare dress that would suit getting onto the dance floor when the night began to really speed up. Her entrance would be elegant though, Skye knew just how to glue every eye to her. Of course she did, Skye was a Valentine.

A small breeze settled over her long curled locks as she approached the yacht with the other party goers, Skye offering her best friend a coy smile and a nod as they saw one of the infamous hosts take place on the huge deck above them. As he spoke, she locked eyes with those mahogany brown ones of his, a sweet smile rising to her lips as he recognized her. She would win him back surely, he’d obviously missed her if his eyes couldn’t leave her own.

Stepping up onto the boat, Skye signaled to Sutton before heading above deck, noticing Clarissa down below with all of her airhead friends. Heels clicking on the timber below her dainty feet, Skylar pulled up next to the handsome man beside her, her best friend. ”Congrats on tying the knot with the spawn of Satan, love.” She smiled as she looked at him, reaching up to adjust his wind affected hair with a few swipes of her fingers. ”You look wonderful, I must say. I’m surprised Clarissa doesn’t have her claws in you all night, making sure you don’t slink away and find someone else a little more… interesting.” She grinned at him, leaning against the rail behind her, chest protruding out a little more than normal. She’d missed him so bad, it was hard for her not to kiss him right there in front of everyone below.

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[Brettley Bondurant]

It was New Year's Eve and the handsome devil had absolutely no plans tonight, which was odd for him, he was usually shacked up with whatever girl he was dating at the time or getting fucked up with his friends, partying and being a hooligan like usual when he wasn't a single father and trying to support his family. But he was a man now, had two kids and felt lonely as hell because the girl he was in love with didn't want to see or speak to him, and in reality it was starting to drive him crazy. Yeah he knew he fucked up when he sent that shirtless picture of himself to Molly, but he kind of thought she was a tad overreacting. After all he had done a lot worse to girls in the past and some of them still wanted to be with him or give him a second chance.

But he had to make things right eventually and prove to her that he loved her more than any other woman out there, which is why he had been hanging on to a black diamond Engagement Ring in his pocket for weeks now, in case he happened to run into her, because as of right now he still wasn't able to get ahold of her. But he hoped once Kodi saw the ring that she would realize how much he really did love and care about her.

So tonight he decided to take part in this huge New Years yacht party, even though it was being thrown by Mason George and his family, not people he particularly liked to spend time with but he figured that other people in his circle of friends would crash this party as well. Or at least he hoped, he didn't really want to feel to out of place but it was worth a shot since he really didn't have anything better to do. He had already got a babysitter and everything.

He got dressed in a semi nice outfit, to his standards, wearing a button down shirt, tie, skinny jeans, and three inch creepers, making him now six foot and six inches tall. When he arrived at the dock he recognized a few faces, and felt a little better that there was a pretty diverse crowd of people. He entered the huge boat and when Mason started his little speech he snuck over to a bar and ordered himself a whiskey on the rocks, then made his way outside, leaning up against a railing, listening to the waves crash as they sailed off, silently gulping down his drink. Hoping that this night would turn into a interesting one for the better.

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[Sutton Francis]

The wedding of Clarissa and Mason George was quite magnificent. The venue, the dresses, all of it was so beautiful, except for the flowers. White roses had always been her father's favorite and he presented them to his daughters whenever he wanted something from them, so when Sutton Francis had stepped into the chapel and saw the carpet of immaculately white rose petals, she turned her nose up instantly. Sutton loved flowers; her beloved boyfriend could give her a bouquet every day and it still would not suffice her adoration and her affinity for them.

However, on the day of the wedding, the flowers were nothing more than nuisances to her. Their bothersome presence complemented the smug expression of Clarissa's face as she stood under the altar in her pretty white dress, of which the best-dressed prima donna of the Upper East Side had expressed her admiration. It was truly the one time Sutton had exchanged positive words with the Southern girl, as she refrained from vocalizing her disdain for the bride's choice of floral decoration.

If Skylar Valentine, Sutton's best friend and most trusted confidante, had attended the ceremony, rather than leaving Sutton to endure on her own, the light-blonde beauty would have undoubtedly behaved differently. However, fate had it that she would attend alone. It was no secret that Sutton and Clarissa were not among amicable terms, but if there was one gift the former could never scorn, it was marriage of love and choice. Who was she to revoke the joy from the occasion, even if the bride was what Sutton deemed unremarkable? Weddings were a time for celebration, and the aspiring Chanel Girl refused to weigh down the high spirits. Congratulating Clarissa and Mason was not very difficult, for Sutton had always been perfect with maintaining appearances and being an actress, and the tall blonde went as far as to compliment the bride's hair. Besides, the prima donna outshined every other dancer in the ballroom at the reception; passions never faded.

The vivid memories of the wedding recollection evaporated from Sutton's mind as her high heeled shoe touched the marble floor of the yacht, and all nearby eyes fell upon her gorgeous visage. Each member of campus royalty at King Protea seemed to reign over certain cliques. Mason led the richies and the rat pack; the elegant Sutton was the queen of the ballerinas and the aspiring jewelry designers. They all required sustenance for their popularity and power from somewhere, and if they didn't have it, they were banished from the top. During Sutton's rise to fame, she had garnered the title of fashion icon; what she wore today, every other girl would wear tomorrow. For her dress, she decided on the 'simply elegant' look, a white silk dress with an embellished skirt, her beloved butterfly necklace and floral earrings from Tiffany's, and subtle yet graceful makeup.

The dancers and designers rushed to Sutton's side as soon as she appeared in all her grace, her posture possessing unparalleled elegance and her dazzling countenance shining. A couple of them offered her glasses of expensive white wine, but she politely declined. As a social drinker, the light-blue eyed beauty was fond of her wine and champagne, but drinking upon her arrival went against her custom. The girls all showered her in praise and admiration, everything Sutton had heard endlessly in the past. After exchanging a faire la bise with each of them, she bid a temporary farewell to them and glided to join Skye's side. "Bonsoir, darling," chimed the gorgeous ballerina, with her silky voice and shimmering light-blue irises. Her lavish Chanel perfume exuded from her loose blonde curls as she stood with perfect posture. "Regardless of what takes place tonight, always remember we are the best-dressed and prettiest women to grace the stars." Being an English and Dance double major had truly settled into Sutton's mind and words. Of all her peers, her vocabulary was the most poetic and she refused to resort to cacophonies.

The envy and melancholy were clear in Skye's eyes; Sutton could see it from the first moment. It had been the reason the younger blonde had not forced the older to accompany her to the wedding. The sight of Mason and Clarissa as man and wife was painful on Skye, to say the least, and the ballerina was hoping her best friend would spend her night away from her star-crossed lover. However, preferring not to cause a scene and refusing to be left behind, Sutton walked by her companion's side as they approached the dark and handsome king of San Francisco.

The amorous relationship between Sutton Francis and Steele George was rather pronounced within the social circles of King Protea, and although Gossip Girl had been the one to publicize the romance, Sutton had taken measures to ensure Skye and Mason were fully aware of her connection to Steele. Skye had taken the news quite well and congratulated the alluring blonde; however, Sutton hadn't stayed around long enough after she'd informed Mason to see his reaction. She knew the brothers were not the closest and were in fact rather hostile towards each other, and she did not want to see how he'd receive the word from her. Considering she was still a part of his crowd, he probably didn't despise her for it, but he was likely skeptical. Tonight would be the first time in months when the bright-eyed Sophomore and the dark Junior would be in direct communication.

"Hello Mason," greeted Sutton with her dazzling smile, her natural acting talents being put to use. "Will I be seeing all of your family tonight?" asked the delicate woman cryptically. While she did find the George family to be delightful, the blonde was certain the man before her could comprehend the true meaning behind her words. Steele had not answered her calls earlier that day when she was at the beauty salon, and he hadn't responded to her texts. If she'd been given more time, she would have driven to his house to check on him, but alas, her grooming had taken up her entire day and had left no additional time to visit her boyfriend.

[STEELE ALEXANDER GEORGE]

Weddings were not something Steele enjoyed, and the only reason he attended his famed brothers and his gorgeous new sister in law's was because well, he was a George, and welcoming new meat into the family was something he did best - although, meeting Mason for the first time hadn't gone down as well as he thought it might have. The two tolerated each other for the sake of their families, and he really hoped that tonight he could stir the pot a little bit more. Steele George liked causing rifts between families, especially his half brothers, because of what their father had done to his. The marriage was indeed a happy celebration, but he'd only attended for a short while before heading home - the George's all playing happy family was enough to make him sick.,

Arriving tonight, Steele had thought over his brothers reaction to seeing his face there. The family had made a huge mistake in labelling their little new years eve festivities as an open house invite, because a lot of the people that Mason didn't knock shoulders with well would be attending tonight - he must've done it to make him feel better about letting the likes of Peter Smith and Brettley Bondurant on board almost like a charity case. If there was one thing the two had in common, it was a mutual dislike for the drop kicks. Tonight would either go swimmingly, or there would be lots of rips and currents that could tear the boat in two. Steele looked forward to seeing which way everything panned out.


The other reason for Steeles appearance tonight was because of his beautiful girlfriend, Sutton. The two had been dating strong for quite some time now, and he was loving every moment of it. The man had gone to every extent to make her happy, the smile he received reward enough for his actions. Steele could say easily now that he loved the woman, and the two were at that stage now where other things were in the cards. Steele had chosen not to rush into things with his girlfriend, but this New Year could hold new things for the gorgeous couple, and so along with a bouquet of flowers in his arm, he carried his pride along to the party, spotting his beautiful girlfriend - and his brother. This ought to be interesting.


Heading up to the top deck, he took the blonde girl into his arms, twirling her away from the other two star-crossed lovers for a few moments, landing a light kiss on her lips as he grinned down at her. Sutton brought out a different side of Steele, a loving, caring side. He'd do anything for the girl who stood there in his arms without a second question. Handing her the flowers, he kissed the top of her head. "Happy New Year, beautiful." He murmured into her hair, hand brushing against her hip as he smiled down at her.

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[kaya keture]

COUNT:xxx TAG:name(s) OUTFIT:link NOTES:blah blah blah	Although Kaya's favorite holidays tended to be those in which gifts were given and received, the teen had to admit that if she had to pick a non gift giving holiday as her favorite, it would definitely have to be New Year's Eve. This particular holiday provided one with a certain sense of entitlement to getting as inebriated as possible as well as engaging in more debaucherous acts in one night than they had all year with little to no backlash from their peers. Tonight Kaya would be ringing in the new year with some of the wealthiest and most influential people in San Fransisco and she couldn't be more thrilled. It had taken a little longer to get to this point in her social climb than she had expected, but the eighteen year old knew that the payoff would be well worth her efforts and so far she hadn't been wrong. From what she knew of the Georges, it wasn't exactly a common practice for the affluent family to willingly associate themselves with the underprivileged which left the Malibu native quite perplexed as to why the decision had been made to host tonight's event as open invitation. The only logical conclusion that Kaya could draw was that the Georges must have been feeling charitable as the year drew to a close, which honestly spoke alot to their character. Now that she possessed a full understanding of the significance of associating yourself with the right people, Kaya found herself less inclined to attend functions that the lower class tended to frequent. After all, she certainly hadn't spent the past few months making nice with King Protea's elite just so she could mingle with commoners. Although the idea of socializing with plebeians was unappealing to the lovely brunette, tonight's gala was still expected to be the party of the century and she knew that there was no way that she could miss it. Not only would she deeply regret having done so later on, but Clarissa might just kill her. When she thought about it there was so much more to celebrate than just the closing of one year and the beginning of a new one. Despite a few mishaps, Clarissa Stewart had finally landed her man and was now officially a George. While the teen couldn't help but to feel a little envious of her friend, surprisingly Kaya realized that she was genuinely happy for Rissa. There was a certain standard of beauty expected from a friend of Clarissa George's and whereas her best was often still considerably better than most, Kaya knew that tonight she'd have to look better than her best. This was certainly doable but was likely to become an all day affair thus, Kaya cleared her schedule so that she would have the entire day to pamper herself before it was time to get ready. Acknowledging it to be bad form to intentionally or even unintentionally show up her host, the socialite selected a simple red layered chiffon dress with a bandeau neckline and sequined embellishments encircling the bust. The dress had always been one that she simply adored and her mother despised due to the fact that it just barely came to her knees when worn with a pair of flats. Now with the high heeled Louboutins that she had slid her feet into, the hemline of the dress had risen a few inches higher than usual, a fact that strangely Kaya wasn't overly concerned with at the moment. Somewhere deep down she suspected that a part of her got a kick out of upsetting her mother if only just a little bit. As her six inch heels made contact with the hardwood floor, Kaya was instantly rendered speechless. Admittedly biased, Kaya had always believed that her family owned the most beautiful boat that she'd ever seen, however it was nowhere near as luxurious or as large as the one that she currently found herself aboard. Unaware of how many were expected to be in attendance, Kaya assumed the party to be in full swing when she arrived. Much to her relief thus far the party hadn't been overrun by degenerates yet. As she made her way through the crowd Kaya's gaze rested upon a familiar pair of blonds. While she would never say so aloud due to the fact that Clarissa would have her head, Skylar and Sutton really didn't seem to be the evil bitches that her friend had made them out to be. Whereas she couldn't say much about Skylar,  Kaya actually could actually see herself and Sutton being friends. Catching sight of another set of blonds, a soft smile crept across the brunette's face as she made her way towards them. "You guys look amazing as usual! I know I'm a bit late, but you know how I love to make an entrance."

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[Ian Nathaniel Williams]

With it being New Year's Eve, Ian had been thinking long and hard about what choices he had made in the past week or so. After coming to realize what he had done to both himself and Nova, especially Nova, he had been torn apart once again. His emotions were out of his control that night Nova found out and so was he. Ian had to stop the drugs, he had to get Nova to trust him again, and he had to be able to let Sasha back in his life. That was exactly what he was setting himself up for; it had been a week since he had last taken that God awful drug that only Nova would know the name of. Yes, seven whole days without any sort of drug in his body other than Tylenol and one or two other over-the-counter pain killers. Things were going good for him so far and he couldn't wait to tell Nova how long it had been and finally get to giver her that midnight kiss like he's always wanted to.

It didn't take him too long to get ready; just a simple outfit of his typical everyday wear and he was good. Considering he had been staying in Nova and Tara's apartment, he didn't have a whole bunch of clothes, so he made a quick trip down to his apartment room, said hi to Kyler, and gotten some clothes since he knew he was probably going to stay over there for a little while longer. Ian had his doubts about why the girls were letting him stay over there, with Tara knowing how much shit Ian gave Nova, but he knew it was the fact that he loved her so much and wanted to do everything right for her, was what was keeping him there still. He was happy that she knew, he would've been devastated if she didn't.

While the girls were getting ready, Ian headed down to his car to clean out any evidence of the drugs he had previously taken. Not to hide it from Nova, but to take away any reminder of the little monster of his past . Ian didn't want to partake in anymore of the harder drugs; he was done this time, and hopefully for the rest of his life. The only somewhat drug he wanted now was weed, but like that was going to kill him. There was plenty evidence of marijuana in his car, which he got rid of first, even thoguh he didn't have to hide it. Nova knew about it and she even smoked with him sometimes, but he didn't want it to cause any interference in their excitement for the night. These were going to be a thing of his past soon, and Nova was going to be his future. He knew that one day if he ever got their relationship steady enough, he would propose to her, but today was not that day. There were still a few kinks he needed to work out between now and then.

Throwing all of the newly found "trash," he took them back upstairs into the apartment and flushed the evidence. Smiling to himself as he watched it slowly slip out of sight and out of mind, he knew that tonight was going to end up being one of his better nights. His first night was awful though, the constant fighting off shivers of craving for the drug and to be clean at the same time. It was just an awful night all together because he had let all of his emotions go; he was a train wreck in front of Nova and Tara both. He never wanted to put them through that, but it just happened. Shaking off the feeling of being down over everything, he met Nova out in the living room of the apartment. "Ready to go beautiful?" He smiled at her and took her hand before walking them out to the car.

After the drive down to the beach, he was in shock of the boat. Was there really that much need for one that size? He just shrugged it off, taking Nova's hand again as they wandered onto it. After hearing the announcement, he just smiled. That was the perfect amount of time for Ian to get time with Nova and still be around friends to act as if they had nothing wrong at the moment. "Well Nova, do you want a drink? We've got a couple hours before midnight and a little suprise I have for you then." Leaning over to kiss his forehead, he knew that he would tell her then that it had been a week since the last time he had dabbed into anything he wasn't supposed to. "I couldn't ask for a better way to spend my New Year's Eve then with you on a little cruise to ring in a new year and a new me."

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[Lonnie Astor]

The night was still young and the festivities had yet to begin. Lonnie was puckering up to the mirror leaving a hot pink kiss there as she smiled not sure what to expect with the night. Since her and Kyler had been dating, she had been letting go of the fears and doubts to enjoy herself. Kyler was the sweetest boy and always treated her like a princess. Smoothing out her dress, she was finally pleased with her reflection after brush her hair behind her ear trying not to get too excited about the fact at midnight she would not be alone. Yes, midnight on New Year's Eve would be special. she would give her kiss to the boy that she had fallen for so quickly that in the beginning it had scared her. Now, she didn't know what she had been scared about. They may have had a little bump in the road, but it had all been smooth sailing since then.

Drugs, alcohol, and partying were definitely something she could do though and tonight was going to be no exception. Fishing out the little baggie from her purse, she did a line on the bathroom counter as a little pick me up to make sure she she was a bouncing ball of jittery energy when they got to the party. Walking out of the bathroom, she fluffed her hair looking over at Ghost wondering how she had gotten so lucky to have a roommate that didn't mind the drugs or really anything. It was definitely awesome, but she wished that she would come along to the party because it would be fun to have all the people in Lonnie's life there.

Smiling, she blew a kiss to her roomie heading for the door. "I won't be home after the party so don't wait up for me, Beautiful." Lonnie then headed for Kyler's apartment wondering if he was ready yet. The drugs were already hitting her by the time she had reached his door. Her eyes were bright as she knocked a little before just walking in. She still didn't know why she knocked when he always told her just to walk in. Taking a deep breath, she fixed her dress nervously wondering if it was too much. The tights would definitely keep her warm in the night air, but what if she was dressed up too much? Lonnie quickly pushed those fears away knowing that it didn't do any good to regret her clothing decision after she was already at her boyfriend's.

Lonnie grinned seeing Kyler doing a little spin her dress for him to see. "Do you like it? Grandma took me shopping on her visit over Christmas. She said and I quote 'Every girl needs a pretty party dress.' Maybe she's psychic or something." She moved closer to him placing a soft kiss on his lips careful not to get lipstick on him even if he wouldn't have cared. All she knew was that she couldn't wait to give him another kiss at midnight. Everything was just so perfect between them that she never wanted it to end. "We should get going before the party starts without us!"

Taking his hand, she walked out having decided to drive her car to the beach even if she probably wouldn't be able to drive it back to the apartments. Lonnie was in awe of the boat as she smoked a cigarette on the way up wishing that she could quit smoking so much. Looking over to Kyler, she smiled brightly before wrapping her arm around his. "Ready to party, babe?" Once on the boat, Lonnie grabbed a glass of champagne hoping they had something stronger than this somewhere. Part of her hoped that she would see people that she knew as she stood near Kyler not wanting to lose him in the crowd of people. When the host made the speech, Lonnie grinned knowing exactly where she was heading next. "How about we get a drink and explore a little?" She wriggled her eyebrows a little knowing her her clutch that she had some party favors to share.

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