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[right][sub]𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. [color=gray]poolside[/color]
𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝. [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/49/59/f3/4959f3ce5edc89cec7c378cf44c76aeb.gif][COLOR=#e7b59d]party now, rehab later[/color] [/url]
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𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. [color=#DC9DA2]Yas[/color] | [color=FF94E2]Max[/color]
𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.  [color=#4169e1]Benji[/color][/sub][/right][hr]
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Once gone from the warmth atmosphere of the bar lounge and Max' sinful gaze, Savanna found herself meandering through the hotel, phone in hand - tequila shot long since drained and abandoned - trying to get a hold of her other other half. [i]Her third?[/i] Her Yas.

Eventually, seeing as the designer wasn't answering her door, which Vann spent an exorbitant amount of time bashing on, spilling out just about every loving expletive she could at the solid piece of wood; and being yelled at from a neighboring guest, she turned on her heel and proceeded to the upper floors where the "main event" was to be held.

It wasn't long after she arrived that she swung by to grab herself another drink, a [url=https://external-content.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Ftse1.mm.bing.net%2Fth%3Fid%3DOIP.oINn0TztVEr3uQ6X64hTXQHaQW%26pid%3DApi&f=1][color=E7B59D]Paloma[/color][/url] this time - extra strong - before weaving between fellow alumnus gathered. There were a number of people already there, some she hadn't seen since graduation while others she had kept brief contact with. It was them she made a mental note to stop by and say a few cliche words to. Not a party around that Savanna Santos [i]didn't[/i] feel the need to go to. If not for the company, absolutely for the drinks. And cause a little mischief while she's at it. The people that she found herself surrounded by made it too easy in high school. She found herself wondering if they still had the same buttons she could push...

Caught up in her own mindless indulgence, sipping on her drink, she felt a pair of eyes honing in on her. Falling prey to some kind of predator. A feeling she enjoyed when in the comfort of a bed, not so much when out in the open as this. A firm placement to her lower back and it was gone. Once Benji spoke to her she wished he hadn't pulled away so quickly and Vann found herself leaning back into him; searching for more. 

Without looking she smirked into her drink, shifting her weight to the other leg, purposefully brushing her ass against him. [color=E7B59D]"Molly's a popular girl, hard to get in touch with but I hear you have that [i]magic touch[/i]."[/color] How Vann wishes she could just stay in his zone of comfort. A dirty, messy, toxic zone - but one of familiarity and comfort nonetheless. Spinning in place she was able to come face to face with the handsome [s]boy[/s] man from the west coast. It hadn't been long since their last meet up; she was in town a few months ago just traveling and decided to swing by. What should have been a normal half day visit turned into a much longer stay. One filled with narcotics, dancing and of course filthy sex. All in all a fantastic vacation.

Vann wondered how their interactions would go in front of their fellow graduates. Would anything be different? In a good way? Now that they were [i]here[/i], for this reunion, face to face she found herself not giving a flying fuck. All she could do was stare up into hazel eyes, gaze drifting all across his face from the snake bites on his lips to his goofy trademarked cap, she couldn't get enough of him. [color=E7B59D]"Suit and jeans?"[/color] Vann couldn't help but rake her eyes across his features, scanning his body as she did so, free hand coming around to the back of his neck and scratching lightly at the base, [color=E7B59D]"Not really your style, Benj. Too much fabric~"[/color] Her mission to find Yas a failure; but the night was still so very young. Vann had time to kill and company to keep.


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