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A Collaboration with @Inkarnate, @HaleyTheRandom, and @ineffable featuring Stella Lambert, Oliver Grayson, Mac Davenport, and Georgie Fielders
Stella tried not to say anything because her mind was a mess right now, so if she had decided to open the only thing that was keeping the chaos locked away, the odds of her making the situation she saw as bad a lot worse than it was were high. And in that, she gave a smile when she felt a smile was necessary, which seemed to be one-hundred percent of the time. With Mac trying to make the situation as awkward for Stella and Oliver as she possibly could. Thank every god, goddess, and higher power out there for Oliver’s apt response.
She soon found herself happily nodding along with Oliver, sending the big girl in the sky a big thank you for his interruption. Goddess only knew what would have happened had Oliver not come save her from having to answer the highly-intrusive, highly-awkward, and quite embarrassing questions. “Yeah, I’m his date and he’s mine!” She echoed like a delayed reaction of the two of them being in-sync with each other. She didn’t know what else to say so her attention went to Georgia as if she was hoping to take the attention off of her and Oliver so both of them could breathe. “Oh hey, Geo! When did you get here?” She asked.
“That’s a good question.” Mac remarked as she removed the arm from her person, half-laughing as she did so.
Georgie watched as the back and forth ensued between Mac and the lovebirds, smiling at how happy Stella seemed and how the whole situation exuded innocent romance. She wished for Stella and Oliver’s happiness but snapped back to the question asked of her instead of daydreaming and smiled, taking a drink of whiskey from the solo cup in her hand.
”Some times ago. Carter was nice enough to drop me off and all. What’s going on here? Stella and Oliver, you guys are like...together?” Georgie put two fingers side by side in the air, half drunk and only slightly kidding.
“That’s what she said, innit?”
And like that, the attention was back on her and Oliver. “No, no, no, we’re not together together. I mean, we’re here together but there’s no reason to think that we are.” A moment passed and Stella’s frantic eyes went to Oliver. It took her another moment to realize how horrible that sounded. “I mean, not that there would be anything bad about us being together but no, we’re not that. Just here as each other’s date. No reason to think otherwise!” Stella felt like she couldn’t breathe. So many words left her lips and in so little time.
Mac laughed, shaking her head. “Someone’s in denial. Why would you care if someone thought you were, anyway? Is there someone else? Oh. You have a rival! How exciting.”
Georgie followed along with Mac, giggling as she spoke. “Oooh, there’s a rival? Tell us Stells!”
Stella felt the walls around whatever makeshift prison of the pressure to give them an answer slowly close in on her. “No, there’s isn’t anyone else. The last person who I was with in whatever way you’re thinking was Santiago and I won’t ever go down that route again!”
Whether or not she meant to admit that as loudly as she did, she couldn’t take it back, so again her eyes fell on Oliver hoping he would interject at some point. She didn’t know how much more of Geo and Mac’s prying she could take before she was gonna say something really damaging.
Oliver had heard tales of female gossip; how a group of girls got together over drinks and just talked about random nothings. The random nothing in question, however, kept putting himself in an awkward position. Was he just to assume how Stella felt or was he supposed to be his actual self and allow her to answer for herself. Thankfully, the question was answered when Stella decided to pipe up. What Stella had to say made him feel a way that he couldn’t really describe. His heart sank at one line, just to get half the amount of hope that he originally had back when she said the next.
”The truth is, ladies, we just haven’t had the ‘are we an actual thing’ talk yet. This all kind of just….” Oliver made a strange hand motion, rolling one hand over the other repeatedly until he finally shoved them in his pockets. It seemed like the best way to give himself five seconds to think. ”The school did that weird homecoming experiment thing and as it turns out, Stella and I actually got along really well. Just because we aren’t together together doesn’t mean that - in time - we won’t be.”
He couldn’t help but let that tiny spark of rage flare up inside him at the mention of Santiago. ”I can’t believe you ever actually went down that road in the first place, Stella. He’s a piece of shit.”
“Hey!” Stella protested, “In my defense, he’s very pretty!” She huffed.
”So looks equal ev--” Oliver took a deep breath, his jaw clenched. Stella was drunk. Stella still had some kind of feelings for the guy. It was Oliver’s job to understand such things, not to judge. Not that he was judging. Just…. Stella. ”I didn’t mean it that way, Stel.”
Mac shook her head. “What way did you mean it?”
”In the same way any other friend would have meant it. Just that… maybe it wasn’t the best choice of words. Stella deserves better. Way better.”
“So serious. It’s a party, relax. It’s not like you’ve been introduced to her parents.” There was a pause as Mac looked at Stella and Oliver’s expressions. “Oh. Oh no. Stella, you didn’t.”
“He hasn’t just met my parents. He’s also met my Uncle Wesley, Aunt Florence, and their two kids: Abe and Winnie.”
“Oh dear god. Stella, mate, I told you about this.” Mac remarked as she finished her current drink. The British girl had told Stella a thousand times about jumping into things too quickly; and why it was a bad idea. How much trouble had she gotten into since summer had ended?
Georgie watched the exchange going on with increasing amusement. She didn’t know Stella as much as Mac knew her but well...Stella did kind of look like someone who would go about her relationships as enthusiastically as she went on with her life.
”Hold up.” Georgie turned to Oliver, extending her cup so it almost poked him in the face. ”Other than introducing Oliver to your whole extended family, minus your parents...I don’t even think I know him that well. Wait. Are we the first ones to find out? Am I in the in yet?”
Stella hummed for a good moment. “No, he didn’t meet my entire family. He only met my Aunt Florence’s family. There’s still Aunt Cassie, Uncle Charles, and a whole bunch of others that live in France,” she paused, looking at Geo, “but yes, as far as who all knows, not counting Oli, of course, you two are the only ones who know or even care to know.”
”Aw, that’s so exciting! You two are so cute together...I mean look at your faces!”
Georgie by this point had finished her cup of whiskey and thrown it to the side, stumbling over to both Stella and Oliver and joining their hands together as if she was preaching at their wedding. Normally, Georgie could hold her alcohol better than this but her thoughts had already been muddled entering the party. She had gone days without talking to her parents, becoming increasingly frustrated and alone. Add that to the split second in which she had spotted Sawyer smiling and having fun across the room and she could hardly find it in her to focus, much less retain sobriety.
Mac, on the other hand, seemed to have been enjoying the conversation merely for the spectacle. It was hard to say if it was embarrassing the two of them or Georgie’s own outbursts entertained her more.
There was still more of Stella's family? Oliver had thought that the people he had met the night of Homecoming was it. Perhaps that was the downside to having a small family yourself - you believed that everyone else did as well. Oliver had one aunt and no cousins. The Grayson clan was a small one. Truth to be told, his head was a mess at the moment. His subconscious was just grasping at strings of the conversation trying to sort out what Stella was saying. She had said that they weren’t together not even five minutes ago. Now what she was saying to Mac and Georgie implied otherwise. Perhaps all of the conversation was stemming from Stellas semi-drunken state. One thing that Oliver was sure of, however, was that once Stella had sobered up, the two of them were having a very serious conversation.
”Uh… thanks for that, then, I guess. Though I’m pretty sure all the cuteness in this relationship comes from Stella herself.”
“I don’t know about that.” Mac teased, offering a smirk before uttering a follow-up comment. “As for me, lots of party to discover. I’ll catch you guys later.”
Mac’s eyes drifted to Georgie’s own, before setting off to find more drinks and more entertainment.
”Wonderful.” Georgie said as she clapped her hands together after releasing the linked fingers of Stella and Oliver from her grasp. She stepped away slightly, unsure of what she needed to do next.
”Anyways, it was nice to meet you, Oliver. As always, a pleasure, Stells.” Georgie took off her hat and tipped it in their direction before she waved and slowly parted ways with them as well. She needed a refill of booze...or maybe a glass of wine. Both, she concluded.
She soon found herself happily nodding along with Oliver, sending the big girl in the sky a big thank you for his interruption. Goddess only knew what would have happened had Oliver not come save her from having to answer the highly-intrusive, highly-awkward, and quite embarrassing questions. “Yeah, I’m his date and he’s mine!” She echoed like a delayed reaction of the two of them being in-sync with each other. She didn’t know what else to say so her attention went to Georgia as if she was hoping to take the attention off of her and Oliver so both of them could breathe. “Oh hey, Geo! When did you get here?” She asked.
“That’s a good question.” Mac remarked as she removed the arm from her person, half-laughing as she did so.
Georgie watched as the back and forth ensued between Mac and the lovebirds, smiling at how happy Stella seemed and how the whole situation exuded innocent romance. She wished for Stella and Oliver’s happiness but snapped back to the question asked of her instead of daydreaming and smiled, taking a drink of whiskey from the solo cup in her hand.
”Some times ago. Carter was nice enough to drop me off and all. What’s going on here? Stella and Oliver, you guys are like...together?” Georgie put two fingers side by side in the air, half drunk and only slightly kidding.
“That’s what she said, innit?”
And like that, the attention was back on her and Oliver. “No, no, no, we’re not together together. I mean, we’re here together but there’s no reason to think that we are.” A moment passed and Stella’s frantic eyes went to Oliver. It took her another moment to realize how horrible that sounded. “I mean, not that there would be anything bad about us being together but no, we’re not that. Just here as each other’s date. No reason to think otherwise!” Stella felt like she couldn’t breathe. So many words left her lips and in so little time.
Mac laughed, shaking her head. “Someone’s in denial. Why would you care if someone thought you were, anyway? Is there someone else? Oh. You have a rival! How exciting.”
Georgie followed along with Mac, giggling as she spoke. “Oooh, there’s a rival? Tell us Stells!”
Stella felt the walls around whatever makeshift prison of the pressure to give them an answer slowly close in on her. “No, there’s isn’t anyone else. The last person who I was with in whatever way you’re thinking was Santiago and I won’t ever go down that route again!”
Whether or not she meant to admit that as loudly as she did, she couldn’t take it back, so again her eyes fell on Oliver hoping he would interject at some point. She didn’t know how much more of Geo and Mac’s prying she could take before she was gonna say something really damaging.
Oliver had heard tales of female gossip; how a group of girls got together over drinks and just talked about random nothings. The random nothing in question, however, kept putting himself in an awkward position. Was he just to assume how Stella felt or was he supposed to be his actual self and allow her to answer for herself. Thankfully, the question was answered when Stella decided to pipe up. What Stella had to say made him feel a way that he couldn’t really describe. His heart sank at one line, just to get half the amount of hope that he originally had back when she said the next.
”The truth is, ladies, we just haven’t had the ‘are we an actual thing’ talk yet. This all kind of just….” Oliver made a strange hand motion, rolling one hand over the other repeatedly until he finally shoved them in his pockets. It seemed like the best way to give himself five seconds to think. ”The school did that weird homecoming experiment thing and as it turns out, Stella and I actually got along really well. Just because we aren’t together together doesn’t mean that - in time - we won’t be.”
He couldn’t help but let that tiny spark of rage flare up inside him at the mention of Santiago. ”I can’t believe you ever actually went down that road in the first place, Stella. He’s a piece of shit.”
“Hey!” Stella protested, “In my defense, he’s very pretty!” She huffed.
”So looks equal ev--” Oliver took a deep breath, his jaw clenched. Stella was drunk. Stella still had some kind of feelings for the guy. It was Oliver’s job to understand such things, not to judge. Not that he was judging. Just…. Stella. ”I didn’t mean it that way, Stel.”
Mac shook her head. “What way did you mean it?”
”In the same way any other friend would have meant it. Just that… maybe it wasn’t the best choice of words. Stella deserves better. Way better.”
“So serious. It’s a party, relax. It’s not like you’ve been introduced to her parents.” There was a pause as Mac looked at Stella and Oliver’s expressions. “Oh. Oh no. Stella, you didn’t.”
“He hasn’t just met my parents. He’s also met my Uncle Wesley, Aunt Florence, and their two kids: Abe and Winnie.”
“Oh dear god. Stella, mate, I told you about this.” Mac remarked as she finished her current drink. The British girl had told Stella a thousand times about jumping into things too quickly; and why it was a bad idea. How much trouble had she gotten into since summer had ended?
Georgie watched the exchange going on with increasing amusement. She didn’t know Stella as much as Mac knew her but well...Stella did kind of look like someone who would go about her relationships as enthusiastically as she went on with her life.
”Hold up.” Georgie turned to Oliver, extending her cup so it almost poked him in the face. ”Other than introducing Oliver to your whole extended family, minus your parents...I don’t even think I know him that well. Wait. Are we the first ones to find out? Am I in the in yet?”
Stella hummed for a good moment. “No, he didn’t meet my entire family. He only met my Aunt Florence’s family. There’s still Aunt Cassie, Uncle Charles, and a whole bunch of others that live in France,” she paused, looking at Geo, “but yes, as far as who all knows, not counting Oli, of course, you two are the only ones who know or even care to know.”
”Aw, that’s so exciting! You two are so cute together...I mean look at your faces!”
Georgie by this point had finished her cup of whiskey and thrown it to the side, stumbling over to both Stella and Oliver and joining their hands together as if she was preaching at their wedding. Normally, Georgie could hold her alcohol better than this but her thoughts had already been muddled entering the party. She had gone days without talking to her parents, becoming increasingly frustrated and alone. Add that to the split second in which she had spotted Sawyer smiling and having fun across the room and she could hardly find it in her to focus, much less retain sobriety.
Mac, on the other hand, seemed to have been enjoying the conversation merely for the spectacle. It was hard to say if it was embarrassing the two of them or Georgie’s own outbursts entertained her more.
There was still more of Stella's family? Oliver had thought that the people he had met the night of Homecoming was it. Perhaps that was the downside to having a small family yourself - you believed that everyone else did as well. Oliver had one aunt and no cousins. The Grayson clan was a small one. Truth to be told, his head was a mess at the moment. His subconscious was just grasping at strings of the conversation trying to sort out what Stella was saying. She had said that they weren’t together not even five minutes ago. Now what she was saying to Mac and Georgie implied otherwise. Perhaps all of the conversation was stemming from Stellas semi-drunken state. One thing that Oliver was sure of, however, was that once Stella had sobered up, the two of them were having a very serious conversation.
”Uh… thanks for that, then, I guess. Though I’m pretty sure all the cuteness in this relationship comes from Stella herself.”
“I don’t know about that.” Mac teased, offering a smirk before uttering a follow-up comment. “As for me, lots of party to discover. I’ll catch you guys later.”
Mac’s eyes drifted to Georgie’s own, before setting off to find more drinks and more entertainment.
”Wonderful.” Georgie said as she clapped her hands together after releasing the linked fingers of Stella and Oliver from her grasp. She stepped away slightly, unsure of what she needed to do next.
”Anyways, it was nice to meet you, Oliver. As always, a pleasure, Stells.” Georgie took off her hat and tipped it in their direction before she waved and slowly parted ways with them as well. She needed a refill of booze...or maybe a glass of wine. Both, she concluded.
Sonny never thought he’d ever say this but he and Kavan were actually having a nice time just kind of chilling, away from most of everyone. They weren’t too far away. Sonny and Kavan had wandered more towards the back of Kavi’s house but they weren’t particularly outside just yet. There was a room in the Salvador house that acted like a lounging area for those who didn’t want to really engage with the more hyperactive partygoers that were currently in the middle of hyping up some kind of beer pong game. Given those who were present around it, Sonny didn’t want to approach them just yet. Instead, he and Kavan found a nice somewhat quiet place to just chill.
And then, not even a minute after Sonny had sat down on a comfy couch and red cup of some high-quality beer in his hand, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a dress-clad Archer and that one guy named Guy. It wasn’t so much that Sonny didn’t want to see Archer. They were on far better terms than they have been since Sonny and Marisol had rekindled their turbulent friendship, but given what Sonny was dressed as and how well he knew Archer, there was bound to be some form of a comment or two thrown his way from the Goddess.
So he stood up, not paying any mind to Kavan ditching him for his girl-not-girlfriend. “Yes, yes make the jokes.” He was only mildly annoyed while the rest of him was enjoying Archer’s own get up. “And what are you supposed to be? Some sort of Goddess of the Earth? Wait don’t tell me!” Sonny paused, smiling at Guy, even going as far as to flip his hair for maximum effect, “You’re making a political statement!”
God if Sonny was right, he will officially give up any and all remarks about Archer being unfunny for the foreseeable future. He will even cut the fairy remarks.
Raising an eyebrow Archer let out a little laugh "Oh wow! Look at you getting what I'm putting down. Impressive Torvie!" He shot his pseudo friend a quick wink.
As he stood opposite of Archer but his back to the door leading outside, Sonny wasn’t able to see her but as soon as he heard her speak, he just knew that Marisol was going to let something slip. And with infectious grin reaching its way to him, something else reached its way towards him. Laughing and smiling, he felt Marisol’s hand squeezed his plump cushion, which then she followed it with one of the worst pick up lines he had ever heard that didn’t come from his mouth.
He turned around, letting out a deep sigh. “Really?” His face went completely dead due to his surprise that she said such a line to him. ”That's the best you could come up with?” Sonny sounded almost disappointed. “You were impersonating the cringiest person at our school. You could’ve done better, but I give an A for effort and the very impressive ass squeeze.” Joking, Sonny returned the favor by slapping her ass.
"Screw you, asshole!" she laughed, wrapping her arms around Sonny and planting a kiss on his cheek. "You know if I say what I'm really thinking it'll make Archer here bitch at me for being 'gross'."
A tight-lipped smile spread across Archie's face as he gestured to them. "You don't have to say a damn thing, baby girl. This will always be 100% gross," he cracked a wide smile as he rolled his eyes towards Kavan. Kavan simply returned the grin and continued to watch as his friends bantered on.
"Hater," Mari shot back, rolling her eyes at Archer but shooting him a playful smile and a wink afterward.
“Archie, you wound me!” Sonny dramatically said, hand over his forehead and a gasping noise that sounded eerily like something very inappropriate. “Are you saying that a lady such as myself doesn’t deserve to be manhandled by Wednesday Addams?” He asked Archer, hiking up his voice a slight octave.
The tall boy scoffed “I’m pretty sure that a lady like you has been manhandled by far worse.” he smiled sheepishly at the pair.
"Oh you know it. You should have seen how I used to whoop his ass in the yard back in the day," Mari said smugly, patting Sonny in the back. "My mom and his dad got us these kiddie boxing gloves one summer and told us to have some fun with them. Next thing you know: Son's on the floor screaming to get me off him. He'd pissed me off so much I went in for it and didn't stop."
"Any chance that your parents caught any of this on film?" Kavan suddenly piped up, his voice humorous and his grin widening. "Watching Sonia get beat up by someone half his size? I would definitely pay good money to see some shit like that."
Guy smiled and stood quietly, sipping his cup of soda. These people had obviously been friends for a good long while. They had the ease, comfort, and cadence of people who had been conversing easily for years. He had not this sort of history with them. As time passed he only felt more awkward but did laugh at the thought of Baby Mari beating up Baby Sonny. “Perhaps not so different now,” he said quietly. His eyes widened and he tried to back peddle. “I just mean… I think she could take you… that is… God, wonder what my other foot tastes like.” He brushed his hair back from his face and glanced at Archer as his phone rang.
A loud vibrating noise could be heard from Archer's pant pocket. He held up a finger as he fished his phone out and answered. "What do you want Warren? What? I can't hear you, calm down… Hold on" he looked to the group "Sorry, it's my idiot brother! I'll be right back." He said and pushed through the crowd disappearing out of sight.
And now, Guy, king of being an awkward twerp, was left with a group of people he hardly knew and had just made a fool of himself. A hot blush dusted his cheeks as he watched Archer disappear into the crowd. He turned his attention back on the group, wondering if he should make an exit. Or would that be worse? Maybe say something? But he wasn’t good at that. Finally, he said, “I think you make a lovely woman. When Shakespeare was writing plays all of the women were played by men.”
“Finally, an actual compliment!” Relieved, Sonny immediately brought Guy into a sudden embrace, his arm wrapping itself around his neck in a friendly, yet affectionate, manner. “You guys should take notes from this guy. He knows how to compliment a fragile lady such as myself!” Even if joking, Sonia rewarded Guy’s compliment with a light, yet equally noticeable, peck on the lips that lasted all of one second.
The arm around his neck and closeness of this person he did not know very well caused the blush across his cheeks deepen. He mumbled out a small “You’re welcome...” and hoped he would let go of him soon. Unfortunately, quite the opposite happened. He kissed him. It was a light, innocent peck filled with fun and joy. However, Guy was absolutely shocked. His eyes widened and he opened his mouth to say something. He couldn’t find the words. He closed his mouth. Oh, wait. There were words. Mouth opened again. Aaaand there the words went. Mouth closed. A couple more times did he gawp like a fish before he finally decided to take a sip of his drink and looked elsewhere. “I think I see someone…” he trailed off, waited for a beat, and then turned and walked toward the refreshments table.
Mari watched in shock as Sonny planted a good one on their new acquaintance, making the boy visibly flustered before ultimately scurrying away. “Jesus, Sonny, was that really necessary?!” she scolded her friend, glaring at him and slapping his arm. “You scared the poor boy away with your slut behavior! What a fantastic way to make a first impression!”
Sonny responded with a shrug. He didn’t see what the big deal was. It was a joke kiss. Certainly nothing more and definitely nothing less. “I’m more surprised he didn’t try and kiss me back,” Sonny admitted. “Seriously though, who gets kissed and doesn’t want to return the favor?” He looked to either Marisol or Kavan for an answer.
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe someone you just fucking met not even five minutes ago?!” the girl replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes at how stupid Sonny was being. “I’m surprised he didn’t fucking give you a black eye, you dumb fuck!”
Sonny, again, would shrug. They obviously didn’t see it that way, so Sonny turned to Kavan. “You have to be the tiebreaker here, bro,” he said, his entire body facing Kavan. “Do you think it was a normal reaction for Guy to go straight to Splitsville like Wednesday here says or do you think he acted prematurely?” He tried to hide it but Sonny’s immature mind produced a semi-hidden chuckle as soon as he said premature.
"Well," Kavan said, a hint of hesitation in his voice as he took a quick glance at the boy who'd just left their group. "Given the circumstances… and seeing how nervous he already was, I think I'm gonna have to agree with Mari on this one, Sonia. Sorry."
“HA!” Marisol cried out, smirking triumphantly and poking Sonny in the chest. “Suck on that, bitch!”
“I hope the next time you go--”
Sonny was grateful for being cut off because the sight of Salem, that lean bean weasel and what looked like a dirty hoebag by the name of Ximena together no more than three or four feet, but with the number of people between them, it seemed like a greater distance. At first, Sonny didn’t think much of it. Salem, despite Sonny’s own opinions about the lanky dipshit, was easy on the eyes and Ximena was the school whore. That’s why he didn’t give them a second thought and they were almost an afterthought until their lips connected.
“--what the fuck!” Sonny blurted out, a growing ire at the sight of Salem with, of all people to cheat with, Ximena.
“What is it, Son?” Marisol asked her best friend, turning in the direction he was staring at. And when her eyes found the unexpected sight, the short girl felt her heart shatter into a million different pieces before dropping all the way down to the endless pit in her stomach.
Kavan watched in silence as the scene unfolded before him, his eyebrows raised in surprise at the sight of Salem and Ximena. And while part of him was mentally commentating on how Salem must think of himself as quite the ladies man, the other part was anxious to see how Mari would react. “He’s not worth it,” Kavan suddenly spoke up, trying to defuse the situation before it even really began. “If he’s that stupid to cheat on you with someone who’s probably had more STD’s than she has brain cells, then they deserve each other.”
Sonny was just waiting for Marisol’s green light so he could give Salem a dose of round two. This time it would be well deserved and it would at least save Marisol a second trip to the funny farm for her
“No need for that,” the girl replied in a hoarse voice, her eyes still glued to the fateful scene unfolding right in front of her. Just then, Salem chose to put an end to the madness and walk away- but the damage was done. She didn’t realize the way her hands balled up into small fists, how her knuckles whitened, or the way her black nails were digging so hard into her skin that she was sure there would be bloody crescent marks on her palms.
After what seemed like forever, Mari briefly turned to Sonny and Kavan. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll handle this myself,” she told them before squaring her shoulders and pushing her way out of the room in the direction where Salem had gone.
Sonny wasn’t sure if it was a good idea for Marisol to go off on her own. He had half a mind to follow her. If not for anything, the last time she reacted to a situation involving someone she was really close to, a pricey German sports car was terribly damaged. “She seemed level-headed, right? I mean, how did she seem to you, Kavan?” Sonny asked him, worried about what Marisol might do to Salem.
After watching Marisol push her way back through the crowd of people, Kavan let out a deep breath before refocusing his gaze back on Sonny. “Honestly?” the young man said uncertainly, “I think we should start thinking about putting together some bail money."
And then, not even a minute after Sonny had sat down on a comfy couch and red cup of some high-quality beer in his hand, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a dress-clad Archer and that one guy named Guy. It wasn’t so much that Sonny didn’t want to see Archer. They were on far better terms than they have been since Sonny and Marisol had rekindled their turbulent friendship, but given what Sonny was dressed as and how well he knew Archer, there was bound to be some form of a comment or two thrown his way from the Goddess.
So he stood up, not paying any mind to Kavan ditching him for his girl-not-girlfriend. “Yes, yes make the jokes.” He was only mildly annoyed while the rest of him was enjoying Archer’s own get up. “And what are you supposed to be? Some sort of Goddess of the Earth? Wait don’t tell me!” Sonny paused, smiling at Guy, even going as far as to flip his hair for maximum effect, “You’re making a political statement!”
God if Sonny was right, he will officially give up any and all remarks about Archer being unfunny for the foreseeable future. He will even cut the fairy remarks.
Raising an eyebrow Archer let out a little laugh "Oh wow! Look at you getting what I'm putting down. Impressive Torvie!" He shot his pseudo friend a quick wink.
As he stood opposite of Archer but his back to the door leading outside, Sonny wasn’t able to see her but as soon as he heard her speak, he just knew that Marisol was going to let something slip. And with infectious grin reaching its way to him, something else reached its way towards him. Laughing and smiling, he felt Marisol’s hand squeezed his plump cushion, which then she followed it with one of the worst pick up lines he had ever heard that didn’t come from his mouth.
He turned around, letting out a deep sigh. “Really?” His face went completely dead due to his surprise that she said such a line to him. ”That's the best you could come up with?” Sonny sounded almost disappointed. “You were impersonating the cringiest person at our school. You could’ve done better, but I give an A for effort and the very impressive ass squeeze.” Joking, Sonny returned the favor by slapping her ass.
"Screw you, asshole!" she laughed, wrapping her arms around Sonny and planting a kiss on his cheek. "You know if I say what I'm really thinking it'll make Archer here bitch at me for being 'gross'."
A tight-lipped smile spread across Archie's face as he gestured to them. "You don't have to say a damn thing, baby girl. This will always be 100% gross," he cracked a wide smile as he rolled his eyes towards Kavan. Kavan simply returned the grin and continued to watch as his friends bantered on.
"Hater," Mari shot back, rolling her eyes at Archer but shooting him a playful smile and a wink afterward.
“Archie, you wound me!” Sonny dramatically said, hand over his forehead and a gasping noise that sounded eerily like something very inappropriate. “Are you saying that a lady such as myself doesn’t deserve to be manhandled by Wednesday Addams?” He asked Archer, hiking up his voice a slight octave.
The tall boy scoffed “I’m pretty sure that a lady like you has been manhandled by far worse.” he smiled sheepishly at the pair.
"Oh you know it. You should have seen how I used to whoop his ass in the yard back in the day," Mari said smugly, patting Sonny in the back. "My mom and his dad got us these kiddie boxing gloves one summer and told us to have some fun with them. Next thing you know: Son's on the floor screaming to get me off him. He'd pissed me off so much I went in for it and didn't stop."
"Any chance that your parents caught any of this on film?" Kavan suddenly piped up, his voice humorous and his grin widening. "Watching Sonia get beat up by someone half his size? I would definitely pay good money to see some shit like that."
Guy smiled and stood quietly, sipping his cup of soda. These people had obviously been friends for a good long while. They had the ease, comfort, and cadence of people who had been conversing easily for years. He had not this sort of history with them. As time passed he only felt more awkward but did laugh at the thought of Baby Mari beating up Baby Sonny. “Perhaps not so different now,” he said quietly. His eyes widened and he tried to back peddle. “I just mean… I think she could take you… that is… God, wonder what my other foot tastes like.” He brushed his hair back from his face and glanced at Archer as his phone rang.
A loud vibrating noise could be heard from Archer's pant pocket. He held up a finger as he fished his phone out and answered. "What do you want Warren? What? I can't hear you, calm down… Hold on" he looked to the group "Sorry, it's my idiot brother! I'll be right back." He said and pushed through the crowd disappearing out of sight.
And now, Guy, king of being an awkward twerp, was left with a group of people he hardly knew and had just made a fool of himself. A hot blush dusted his cheeks as he watched Archer disappear into the crowd. He turned his attention back on the group, wondering if he should make an exit. Or would that be worse? Maybe say something? But he wasn’t good at that. Finally, he said, “I think you make a lovely woman. When Shakespeare was writing plays all of the women were played by men.”
“Finally, an actual compliment!” Relieved, Sonny immediately brought Guy into a sudden embrace, his arm wrapping itself around his neck in a friendly, yet affectionate, manner. “You guys should take notes from this guy. He knows how to compliment a fragile lady such as myself!” Even if joking, Sonia rewarded Guy’s compliment with a light, yet equally noticeable, peck on the lips that lasted all of one second.
The arm around his neck and closeness of this person he did not know very well caused the blush across his cheeks deepen. He mumbled out a small “You’re welcome...” and hoped he would let go of him soon. Unfortunately, quite the opposite happened. He kissed him. It was a light, innocent peck filled with fun and joy. However, Guy was absolutely shocked. His eyes widened and he opened his mouth to say something. He couldn’t find the words. He closed his mouth. Oh, wait. There were words. Mouth opened again. Aaaand there the words went. Mouth closed. A couple more times did he gawp like a fish before he finally decided to take a sip of his drink and looked elsewhere. “I think I see someone…” he trailed off, waited for a beat, and then turned and walked toward the refreshments table.
Mari watched in shock as Sonny planted a good one on their new acquaintance, making the boy visibly flustered before ultimately scurrying away. “Jesus, Sonny, was that really necessary?!” she scolded her friend, glaring at him and slapping his arm. “You scared the poor boy away with your slut behavior! What a fantastic way to make a first impression!”
Sonny responded with a shrug. He didn’t see what the big deal was. It was a joke kiss. Certainly nothing more and definitely nothing less. “I’m more surprised he didn’t try and kiss me back,” Sonny admitted. “Seriously though, who gets kissed and doesn’t want to return the favor?” He looked to either Marisol or Kavan for an answer.
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe someone you just fucking met not even five minutes ago?!” the girl replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes at how stupid Sonny was being. “I’m surprised he didn’t fucking give you a black eye, you dumb fuck!”
Sonny, again, would shrug. They obviously didn’t see it that way, so Sonny turned to Kavan. “You have to be the tiebreaker here, bro,” he said, his entire body facing Kavan. “Do you think it was a normal reaction for Guy to go straight to Splitsville like Wednesday here says or do you think he acted prematurely?” He tried to hide it but Sonny’s immature mind produced a semi-hidden chuckle as soon as he said premature.
"Well," Kavan said, a hint of hesitation in his voice as he took a quick glance at the boy who'd just left their group. "Given the circumstances… and seeing how nervous he already was, I think I'm gonna have to agree with Mari on this one, Sonia. Sorry."
“HA!” Marisol cried out, smirking triumphantly and poking Sonny in the chest. “Suck on that, bitch!”
“I hope the next time you go--”
Sonny was grateful for being cut off because the sight of Salem, that lean bean weasel and what looked like a dirty hoebag by the name of Ximena together no more than three or four feet, but with the number of people between them, it seemed like a greater distance. At first, Sonny didn’t think much of it. Salem, despite Sonny’s own opinions about the lanky dipshit, was easy on the eyes and Ximena was the school whore. That’s why he didn’t give them a second thought and they were almost an afterthought until their lips connected.
“--what the fuck!” Sonny blurted out, a growing ire at the sight of Salem with, of all people to cheat with, Ximena.
“What is it, Son?” Marisol asked her best friend, turning in the direction he was staring at. And when her eyes found the unexpected sight, the short girl felt her heart shatter into a million different pieces before dropping all the way down to the endless pit in her stomach.
Kavan watched in silence as the scene unfolded before him, his eyebrows raised in surprise at the sight of Salem and Ximena. And while part of him was mentally commentating on how Salem must think of himself as quite the ladies man, the other part was anxious to see how Mari would react. “He’s not worth it,” Kavan suddenly spoke up, trying to defuse the situation before it even really began. “If he’s that stupid to cheat on you with someone who’s probably had more STD’s than she has brain cells, then they deserve each other.”
Sonny was just waiting for Marisol’s green light so he could give Salem a dose of round two. This time it would be well deserved and it would at least save Marisol a second trip to the funny farm for her
overreaction. “Just say the word and I’ll bop him real good with my Prada bag!” Sonny held onto the handles of his bag hard, ready and willing to smack Salem a few dozen times. “No need for that,” the girl replied in a hoarse voice, her eyes still glued to the fateful scene unfolding right in front of her. Just then, Salem chose to put an end to the madness and walk away- but the damage was done. She didn’t realize the way her hands balled up into small fists, how her knuckles whitened, or the way her black nails were digging so hard into her skin that she was sure there would be bloody crescent marks on her palms.
After what seemed like forever, Mari briefly turned to Sonny and Kavan. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll handle this myself,” she told them before squaring her shoulders and pushing her way out of the room in the direction where Salem had gone.
Sonny wasn’t sure if it was a good idea for Marisol to go off on her own. He had half a mind to follow her. If not for anything, the last time she reacted to a situation involving someone she was really close to, a pricey German sports car was terribly damaged. “She seemed level-headed, right? I mean, how did she seem to you, Kavan?” Sonny asked him, worried about what Marisol might do to Salem.
After watching Marisol push her way back through the crowd of people, Kavan let out a deep breath before refocusing his gaze back on Sonny. “Honestly?” the young man said uncertainly, “I think we should start thinking about putting together some bail money."
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Fixed it
Me? Flake? Never!
Time to make an obnoxiously-energetic RAVEN agent.
An @Altered Tundra, @HaleyTheRandom, and @QueenNugget Collaboration post featuring Kavi Salvador, Ariel Grey, and Simone Amore
“Yo, yo, yo, what it do baby boo?”
Kavi, as he failed miserably to not only imitate Snoop Dogg’s voice and mannerisms, also brought some temporary attention to himself that he wasn’t sure he wanted. He heard snickering from around him. He didn’t know who was laughing at him, but the cackling from the peanut gallery couldn't make him feel any more embarrassed than he made himself feel. Nevertheless, he brought in Snoop D-O-Double-G in for the best urban hug greeting he could pretend like he knew how to do it. The end result was something bordering on cringe and Kavi just looking more ridiculous than he probably saw in his head.
He had to recover quickly, so Kavi returned to the safe space right by his girlfriend’s side and resumed party host duties. Not that there was anything he could say or do after this point that could possibly make things worse for him than what he just did and said. And he stood there, Kavi felt like an idiot.
Simone chuckled at Kavi's awesomely failed attempt to impersonate Snoop Dogg, and honestly, she probably couldn't have done any better, but she was going to stick with the image to make people believe that she could. "Whaddup?" She asked, lowering her voice for dramatic effect and returning the hug, rubbing her fake beard afterward, a smile on her face...which turned into pursed lips as Kavi pulled out the joints he happened to have.
“Let’s just forget that just happened and allow me to welcome you to my home -- or my parents home. Honestly, it doesn’t matter whose name or names are on the rental lease. Bottom line, I’m the host, this is my party, and you are so good at making me think you’re Snoop Dogg, we should smoke a joint to commemorate this positively accurate costume of yours.” As though he was prepared, Kavi pulled out a couple of neatly rolled joints. They weren’t Snoop Doggy Dogg caliber but they were packed with the quality one might expect. “I mean unless you’re not game.”
Kavi quickly turned to Ariel. “Oh shit, I didn’t even think -- if you don’t want to, you don’t have to smoke with us.” Kavi wasn’t even sure if Ari smoked weed. He knew Marisol did and they used to hang with each other, but he didn’t know if it was something Ari picked up along the way.
Awkward Kavi was cute. Kavi holding a joint? Not so much. ”Actually, babe… I think I’m good.” And there it was ladies and gentlemen - the problem with this gathering. It seemed that Ariel had a problem at every one of them, so why she even tried anymore she had no clue. Kavi hadn’t done anything wrong. No one had done anything wrong. But, just like so many other things, any sort of drug brought up bad memories. Memories that Ariel had done her best to bury. ”Not that there’s anything wrong with you guys doing it,” she quickly added. ”I just think it’s best if I set this one out.”
She hesitated for a hot second, a little tense. "Um, she clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth. "Hmm, actually, I'm probably gonna sit this one out this time, but thanks for the offer, she paused. "...Dawg," Simone added, only to keep up appearances. She probably should have expected something like this, given her costume, but it had still managed to catch her off guard. Plus, she didn't exactly know if she were ready, that is.
“Well this is anticlimactic.”
Kavi tried to hide his disappointment. He figured at least the one going as Snoop Dogg would be a willing participant in some recreational use of the Devil’s Lettuce, but here he was holding three joints in one hand and nobody but him willing to enjoy them. It seemed pretty awkward for him to be the only one to enjoy them while two watched. Maybe suggesting weed was a bad idea. At least, it didn’t seem to be something Ariel had particularly enjoyed from the way she had retreated to her usual bubble.
As he sighed quite disappointingly, Kavi pocketed the three joints to save them for a later date. It was the hardest drug at the party, so it wasn’t like the door was open for harder stuff. This wasn’t a Santiago party. “Well, this is pretty awkward. I had a whole series of events unfolding in my head after we got a little high, but now..” He sighed again. “I don’t know, guess we can just chill in sober awkwardness.” It was clear in his voice that half of Kavi’s energy went away as soon as the joints did.
”What’s awkward about being sober?”
He shrugged. “The fact that both of you shot it down and that it’s now out there?” He offered as a couple of examples.
”I - no one was trying to be a bitch or anything. Sometimes people just are comfortable with certain things.”
“Ari, it’s not like I was suggesting we snort a line or two of coke. That would be a Santiago thing to do. It’s just fucking weed!” Kavi shouted just a little louder than he intended to.
Clenched jaw and arms crossed, Ariel glared daggers at Kavi. What was his deal? Was it really that important to him to be high? ”No one was trying to piss you off, and no one insinuated that it was murder or anything. Jesus, Kav. If it’s that big of a deal, go out back and smoke one by yourself. Maybe you need to loosen the fuck up.”
Kavi was going to say something, but he knew it wouldn’t have been wise, especially since he, like Ariel, had a tendency to say or do something that would worsen the situation. Instead, he darted his eyes to Simone. “I’m sorry you have to hear this. We’re usually not like this, but my girlfriend is being crazy for some strange reason.”
And maybe Kavi was just going to make things worse for him regardless of who he said it to, yet it appeared to be as though he didn’t care -- at least for the time being.
Ariel could feel her face getting hotter and hotter, the familiar, somewhat blurry vision returning that was associated with angry tears. Why her only bodily reaction for anything here lately was to cry, Ariel had no idea, but she absolutely hated it. Her eyes shifted to Simone as well, trying to read the other girl's face but failing. ”I - yeah. Crazy…” she said, her voice trailing off.
Something told her that this wasn’t the first time Kavi had thought that. It probably wasn’t the first time that anyone had thought it. ”I think it’s actually best if I just step outside for a minute,” she said, turning to walk away.
Simone looked back and forth between the two as they bantered, realizing she was kinda in an awkward position. She didn't really know what to do; she agreed with Ariel more, but she also felt bad for making Kavi upset. As they continued, Simone could see Ariel's face get redder as Kavi apologized for her, before she turned to leave. "Hey hey hey, please don't leave, uh-," she started awkwardly, not sure how to handle this.
"-ahem. Listen. Kavi," she took a step closer to him, lowering her voice. "Just- don't be that guy. Please. She didn't want to do it, and now she's upset. This is a party, it's supposed to be fun and I still need to drive home." she chuckled at the end, hoping to relieve some of the tension.
Simone turned to Ariel and gave a small, yet worried smile. "And Ariel, uh, I know we don't really know each other except each other's names, but if you ever need to talk about anything…," she said politely, trailing off, not wanting anyone to leave. She didn't want to be alone.
“Seriously!?”
Kavi was speechless. He was actually unable to force words out of his mouth. He tried but nothing came out. Maybe it was for the better. Words coming from his idiotic brain landed him in the solitude he created by himself. And why did he find himself alone? Because he insisted there was nothing wrong about smoking a joint. What was even worse was how he still believed there was nothing bad about it, but what seemed to differ from past situation Kavi found himself in because of his mouth was a guilty conscious. Unlike times before where he’d shrug it off and not think twice, he had an underwhelming amount of guilt on his shoulders.
And so he went follow Ariel, but just as he did, Kavi was stopped by someone he frequently worked out with.
“Kavi, my man!” The boy said, drunk and a bit high as he brought Kavi into a hug. “Come pound a shot or ten with me, man!”
Kavi wanted to chase after Ariel. He still saw her red hair in the distance, heading towards the front door. He could ditch Tom if he wanted to, but maybe time alone was what both of them needed, so Kavi decided against it and instead let Wild Tom pull him towards the back patio where most of the better beverages were. There he would begin to pound back a few shots of tequila, though the thought of Ariel being mad at him did linger. Regardless, he prepared another shot and drank it.
Kavi, as he failed miserably to not only imitate Snoop Dogg’s voice and mannerisms, also brought some temporary attention to himself that he wasn’t sure he wanted. He heard snickering from around him. He didn’t know who was laughing at him, but the cackling from the peanut gallery couldn't make him feel any more embarrassed than he made himself feel. Nevertheless, he brought in Snoop D-O-Double-G in for the best urban hug greeting he could pretend like he knew how to do it. The end result was something bordering on cringe and Kavi just looking more ridiculous than he probably saw in his head.
He had to recover quickly, so Kavi returned to the safe space right by his girlfriend’s side and resumed party host duties. Not that there was anything he could say or do after this point that could possibly make things worse for him than what he just did and said. And he stood there, Kavi felt like an idiot.
Simone chuckled at Kavi's awesomely failed attempt to impersonate Snoop Dogg, and honestly, she probably couldn't have done any better, but she was going to stick with the image to make people believe that she could. "Whaddup?" She asked, lowering her voice for dramatic effect and returning the hug, rubbing her fake beard afterward, a smile on her face...which turned into pursed lips as Kavi pulled out the joints he happened to have.
“Let’s just forget that just happened and allow me to welcome you to my home -- or my parents home. Honestly, it doesn’t matter whose name or names are on the rental lease. Bottom line, I’m the host, this is my party, and you are so good at making me think you’re Snoop Dogg, we should smoke a joint to commemorate this positively accurate costume of yours.” As though he was prepared, Kavi pulled out a couple of neatly rolled joints. They weren’t Snoop Doggy Dogg caliber but they were packed with the quality one might expect. “I mean unless you’re not game.”
Kavi quickly turned to Ariel. “Oh shit, I didn’t even think -- if you don’t want to, you don’t have to smoke with us.” Kavi wasn’t even sure if Ari smoked weed. He knew Marisol did and they used to hang with each other, but he didn’t know if it was something Ari picked up along the way.
Awkward Kavi was cute. Kavi holding a joint? Not so much. ”Actually, babe… I think I’m good.” And there it was ladies and gentlemen - the problem with this gathering. It seemed that Ariel had a problem at every one of them, so why she even tried anymore she had no clue. Kavi hadn’t done anything wrong. No one had done anything wrong. But, just like so many other things, any sort of drug brought up bad memories. Memories that Ariel had done her best to bury. ”Not that there’s anything wrong with you guys doing it,” she quickly added. ”I just think it’s best if I set this one out.”
She hesitated for a hot second, a little tense. "Um, she clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth. "Hmm, actually, I'm probably gonna sit this one out this time, but thanks for the offer, she paused. "...Dawg," Simone added, only to keep up appearances. She probably should have expected something like this, given her costume, but it had still managed to catch her off guard. Plus, she didn't exactly know if she were ready, that is.
“Well this is anticlimactic.”
Kavi tried to hide his disappointment. He figured at least the one going as Snoop Dogg would be a willing participant in some recreational use of the Devil’s Lettuce, but here he was holding three joints in one hand and nobody but him willing to enjoy them. It seemed pretty awkward for him to be the only one to enjoy them while two watched. Maybe suggesting weed was a bad idea. At least, it didn’t seem to be something Ariel had particularly enjoyed from the way she had retreated to her usual bubble.
As he sighed quite disappointingly, Kavi pocketed the three joints to save them for a later date. It was the hardest drug at the party, so it wasn’t like the door was open for harder stuff. This wasn’t a Santiago party. “Well, this is pretty awkward. I had a whole series of events unfolding in my head after we got a little high, but now..” He sighed again. “I don’t know, guess we can just chill in sober awkwardness.” It was clear in his voice that half of Kavi’s energy went away as soon as the joints did.
”What’s awkward about being sober?”
He shrugged. “The fact that both of you shot it down and that it’s now out there?” He offered as a couple of examples.
”I - no one was trying to be a bitch or anything. Sometimes people just are comfortable with certain things.”
“Ari, it’s not like I was suggesting we snort a line or two of coke. That would be a Santiago thing to do. It’s just fucking weed!” Kavi shouted just a little louder than he intended to.
Clenched jaw and arms crossed, Ariel glared daggers at Kavi. What was his deal? Was it really that important to him to be high? ”No one was trying to piss you off, and no one insinuated that it was murder or anything. Jesus, Kav. If it’s that big of a deal, go out back and smoke one by yourself. Maybe you need to loosen the fuck up.”
Kavi was going to say something, but he knew it wouldn’t have been wise, especially since he, like Ariel, had a tendency to say or do something that would worsen the situation. Instead, he darted his eyes to Simone. “I’m sorry you have to hear this. We’re usually not like this, but my girlfriend is being crazy for some strange reason.”
And maybe Kavi was just going to make things worse for him regardless of who he said it to, yet it appeared to be as though he didn’t care -- at least for the time being.
Ariel could feel her face getting hotter and hotter, the familiar, somewhat blurry vision returning that was associated with angry tears. Why her only bodily reaction for anything here lately was to cry, Ariel had no idea, but she absolutely hated it. Her eyes shifted to Simone as well, trying to read the other girl's face but failing. ”I - yeah. Crazy…” she said, her voice trailing off.
Something told her that this wasn’t the first time Kavi had thought that. It probably wasn’t the first time that anyone had thought it. ”I think it’s actually best if I just step outside for a minute,” she said, turning to walk away.
Simone looked back and forth between the two as they bantered, realizing she was kinda in an awkward position. She didn't really know what to do; she agreed with Ariel more, but she also felt bad for making Kavi upset. As they continued, Simone could see Ariel's face get redder as Kavi apologized for her, before she turned to leave. "Hey hey hey, please don't leave, uh-," she started awkwardly, not sure how to handle this.
"-ahem. Listen. Kavi," she took a step closer to him, lowering her voice. "Just- don't be that guy. Please. She didn't want to do it, and now she's upset. This is a party, it's supposed to be fun and I still need to drive home." she chuckled at the end, hoping to relieve some of the tension.
Simone turned to Ariel and gave a small, yet worried smile. "And Ariel, uh, I know we don't really know each other except each other's names, but if you ever need to talk about anything…," she said politely, trailing off, not wanting anyone to leave. She didn't want to be alone.
“Seriously!?”
Kavi was speechless. He was actually unable to force words out of his mouth. He tried but nothing came out. Maybe it was for the better. Words coming from his idiotic brain landed him in the solitude he created by himself. And why did he find himself alone? Because he insisted there was nothing wrong about smoking a joint. What was even worse was how he still believed there was nothing bad about it, but what seemed to differ from past situation Kavi found himself in because of his mouth was a guilty conscious. Unlike times before where he’d shrug it off and not think twice, he had an underwhelming amount of guilt on his shoulders.
And so he went follow Ariel, but just as he did, Kavi was stopped by someone he frequently worked out with.
“Kavi, my man!” The boy said, drunk and a bit high as he brought Kavi into a hug. “Come pound a shot or ten with me, man!”
Kavi wanted to chase after Ariel. He still saw her red hair in the distance, heading towards the front door. He could ditch Tom if he wanted to, but maybe time alone was what both of them needed, so Kavi decided against it and instead let Wild Tom pull him towards the back patio where most of the better beverages were. There he would begin to pound back a few shots of tequila, though the thought of Ariel being mad at him did linger. Regardless, he prepared another shot and drank it.
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@Fabricant451 thats kinda hot not gonna lie. one boy, the rest girls. harem style? xD or straight up all girls.
Female EmPOWERment innit
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