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Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Pulling all nighters.

The "Goings On" at Upper Lake Institute

_{LOCATION: Dorm Floor
INTERACTIONS: Ziggy}

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Venus didn't like alcohol. She didn't like the way it tasted, she didn't like the way it smelled, and she definitely didn't like the way that it made people act when they had too much of it to drink. Nevertheless, the young woman didn't want to be the only one to show up to the party empty-handed thanks to being raised on the whole "southern hospitality" mentality. So she had gone out of her way to spend twenty five of her hard earned dollars on the two cheapest bottles of vodka she could find in the local store; of course, she wasn't the one who'd made the purchase given her age. No, she'd left that to one of her new college friends who just so happened to be old enough to flash her ID at the liquor store clerk and get away without raising any suspicion; her only requirement for doing such a thing was that her friend save her a little bit of the vodka for after the party was over, a term that Venus was happy to agree to.

It was a little past five when Venus decided that it was time for her to start preparing herself for the party. While she didn't even plan on socializing with her floor mates for long, she still wanted to look her best in order to make a lasting first impression on the group. Since she had moved onto her dorm floor, Venus had only managed to spark a conversation with her roommate. While she didn't necessarily see this as a bad thing, she decided that it would be good idea to get to know the people she'd be living with and seeing in the halls for the next few months.

After taking a quick shower, Venus leisurely picked out a clean outfit from her bedroom closet. She planned on keeping her ensemble fairly simple: a slightly revealing, white tank top matched with a pair of baggy, thrifted camouflage pants and some combat boots. She accessorized with her usual necklace and hooped earring set, as well as a faded black belt to keep her bottoms from sliding down. When it came to her mane, Venus let it do its own thing; since she had flat ironed the mess just a few nights before, she decided to simply gel down any stray hairs in order to avoid putting any more heat on her hair. By the time six o'clock rolled around, Venus had finally decided to leave the confines of her dorm. She quickly placed her two bottles of cheap liquor on their perspective table before beginning her own sober stroll down the hallway.

It didn't take long for Venus to catch sight of a tray full of brownies; they sat on top of a pizza box right next to a young man she'd only seen a couple of times before. As she drew closer to said boy, a familiar scent began to fill her nostrils, causing the corner of her mouth to turn up into a small smile. While Venus had never been a big fan of alcohol, she was known to smoke a little here and there; though she had only eaten edibles once or twice in the past, she was suddenly eager to get her hands on one.

"You make these yourself?" Venus questioned the boy who'd just finished taking a sip from his beer. As she spoke, she gingerly reached for one of the pot brownies. "They any good?"

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

_{Location: Country Club
Interacting with: Jordan Henderson, Lucas Anderson}

_{Now watch me fly.}
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"Can you, uh...try that whole thing again?"

As soon as those words left Lucas Anderson's mouth, Chanel could instantly feel the blood rush to her cheeks; she couldn't help but clench both of her hands into fists as she stared into the glazed eyes of the drunken boy. It became clear in that moment that Lucas had not understood a single word that came out of her mouth, and this fact did nothing but fuel her anger. But before she could let her anger get the best of her, which would ultimately lead to her doing something she'd regret, Chanel suddenly felt a gentle hand on the small of her back. A second later, Jordan Henderson was speaking into her ear. “Don’t let one dumbass ruin your night," her date told her, "He’s not worth it.” But Chanel didn't care.

There was a strong possibility that it was the alcohol in her system that caused her to react in such a way that she normally wouldn't. Maybe then, if she hadn't stolen from her uncle's liquor cabinet and spiked the punch, she wouldn't be drawing back her arm, her open palm ready to swing forward and land a slap right across the boy's face. “Or if you want a shot back, here’s some ammunition,” Jordan suddenly said as he pressed his empty plastic cup into Chanel's other hand, causing her to hesitate for a brief moment. But it was far too late, and Chanel was far too angry.

The sound of the smack was loud enough for anyone within a five foot radius to hear over the music; Chanel didn't even have to look around to know that a few heads were turned. Her eyes sparkled with satisfaction as she watched the boy's cheek turn a bright shade of red, her handprint still slightly visible. It was after she had released that bit of her frustration that she decided to toss Jordan's cup at Lucas as well; it simply bounced off his chest before landing on the floor. "Next time, you should throw your shit in the garbage instead of at other people. Douchebag." Before Lucas could get in another word, Chanel grabbed hold of Jordan's hand and began to storm away. She didn't stop walking until they had reached the edge of the dance floor; it was then that Chanel had locked eyes once again with the fiery redhead she knew as her best friend.

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Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Ahead of deadlines.

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