Rightful Heir

Shuffle your music player and post the first 10 songs

1. I'm a Believer by Smash Mouth

2. Sucker by Jonas Brothers

3. Beer for My Horses by Toby Keith

4. Breaking the Habit by Linkin Park

5. Peach Scone (Live) by Hobo Johnson

6. Saturday Nights by Khalid

7. In My Feelings by Drake

8. Death of a Bachelor by Panic! at the Disco

9. Can't Help Falling in Love by Christian Leave

10. Story of My Life by Social Distortion

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Interactions:
Kol & Jack (NPCs)
Kellie @Dirty Pretty Lies & Max @spooner <----
Mentions:
Georgie @ineffable, Gavin [@self]

Sunday Morning

The night of the party had ended quite differently than Sawyer had imagined earlier that night, but he wouldn’t take any of it back. Sure, he got puked on. Had it been anyone but Georgie, he’d have felt a lot differently about the whole thing. It didn’t bother him too much, though. He’d been through a lot worse, before.

The following morning was spent with him stuck in his garage trying to work out what had happened the night before. He kissed Georgie. And she kissed back. He couldn’t really remember much else, but Gavin filled in the blanks. With… some annoyingly accurate advice on what he should do about it all. Gavin reluctantly provided his brother with Georgie’s number, giving the girl a warning message that her long lost love would contact her sometime throughout the day.

Sawyer slid out from beneath his truck and breathed out a heavy sigh as he sat up into a sitting position, eyeballing his phone he’d left up on his work bench. He spent a few moments staring at it before getting up to wipe off his greasy hands on a rag, snatching up his cellphone so he could text Georgie.

Hey Georgie. It’s Sawyer.

To: Herツ

Send.

Sawyer stood there looking at the message for a moment before shaking his head and clicking his phone off before heading upstairs to take a shower.

Georgie picked up her phone which had buzzed quite annoyingly, interrupting her sleep. Rolling over, she groaned as she powered up her phone and looked at the screen. As soon as her eyes latched onto the contact name Georgie literally felt like she was going to throw up. She could remember snatches from last night but by god, did it feel both embarrassing and liberating at the same time. She pursed her lips for quite some time before she responded.

Hey there stranger

To: Sawyie

Heh. Hey stranger.
You busy today?

To: Herツ

Busy getting over this hangover ;)
But
Otherwise...I’m free.
What’s up?

To: Sawyie

The boy rubbed his face with both hands, groaning softly to himself before picking his phone back up to send a reply. Keeping it simple was probably best.

:P
We need to talk, luv.

To: Herツ

Talk? Of course they needed to talk. Georgie scoffed before she winced at her own sound. Maybe some Ibuprofen would help. Slowly, she swung her legs over the side of her bed and shuffled towards the bathroom, texting Sawyer as she went.

Of course…
How?
Or rather, where do you want to talk?

To: Sawyie

Er… idk honestly.
Figured in person would be best..? ,’:/
I could swing by your place..? Or you could come over here?
Whats easiest for you?

To: Herツ

I don’t think I’m in the best state to drive
Obviously lol
Uh would it be okay if you came to mine?
Maybe Gavin could drive u?

To: Sawyie

Sawyer smirked a bit, typing back quickly.

Yeah sorry. Kinda forgot just how far gone we both were last night lol
Im feelin pretty decent actually. Ill be okay to drive. Promise ツ
Be over in a bit ok? I just gotta get shoes on and then ill leave !

To: Herツ

drive safe please!
I’ll see you soon.

To: Sawyie

Georgie sighed and rubbed her face as she looked at their conversation. Then she jolted awake as she realized that she looked like complete and utter shit. ”What a mess.” Georgie muttered to herself as she grabbed a cute white dress off it’s hanger, holding it up to herself. Would that be overdressing? She nodded, answering her own question as she traded it for a thin white lacy top and jeans instead.

As she hurried through her makeup routine and shower, Georgie could only go through the flashes of last night. The kiss was basically kind of the only thing that she remembered, as funny as that seemed. She did remember throwing up, and professing her love and small tiny snatches of conversation. But everything other than that was a complete and utter blur. She had to clear things up with Sawyer. With one last flick to her lashes with her trusty mascara wand she hurried downstairs, quickly responding to her parents “Good Morning”s with a wave and a smile, telling them that she was expecting a friend over. Georgie rolled her eyes as they both made amused faces at each other and walked out into the entryway where she finally took a seat on the couch there, trying hard to look confident yet cute and hoping desperately that she was pulling it off.

In the time it had taken Georgie to get ready, Sawyer had managed to find his shoes and slip on a hoodie of his, spraying some cologne on before rushing downstairs to his truck to which he hopped in and drove out to Georgie’s place. Of course he still knew where she lived. Knew the route like the back of his hand. Maybe even better.

As he pulled up into the driveway and cut off the engine, he sat there a moment staring up at her window. It’d been quite a long time since he’d been here. Invited, anyway. Once or twice, back in his “ripper days” (as Gavin liked to call them), he had found himself standing on the sidewalk in front of her home. Sawyer contemplated the thought of texting her that he was here or walking up to the door and just straight knocking… the _proper manners he was raised up on won over in the end, pushing him out of his truck and on up to the front door.

The boy ran a nervous hand through his hair as he pulled up his phone and checked his appearance in the reflection on the screen. He was currently regretting not combing his hair back, instead it seemed to have a mind of its own today. Sawyer did what he could to brush it back over his head before sighing heavily with defeat as he knocked firmly on the wooden door, taking a step back to wait for the door to be answered. He shoved his hands into his hoodie pocket and stared down at his shoes, chewing on his lower lip nervously as he stood there patiently waiting.

Georgie jumped to her feet as soon she heard the knock and strode over to the door, taking a couple of deep breaths as she swung it open.

Sawyer nearly jumped when the door blew open, his eyes quickly traveling up from Georgie’s feet to her eyes. His mouth fell open slightly in an attempt to say hello, but it got lost in translation as he gave her another look-over, a small smile creeping up on his face as it turned a slight shade of red.

“Hello luv,” he barely managed in a soft tone, stepping up to hug her but stopped himself halfway to her, walking beside her as he shut the door behind them. The boy rubbed the back of his neck nervously, looking around the house. Almost nothing had changed. It was like they were back in Sophomore year again before things turned to shit between them.

“Hey” Georgie could hear herself sounding quite antsy and took in the sight of Sawyer, who seemed equally as nervous as she did. As soon as she realized how loud her voice had been, her parents had already rounded the corner and she held a hand up to her face, sighing..

“Sawyer?” Her mother stopped in the doorway of the kitchen and squinted her eyes at the boy.

“Hey buddy, didn’t expect to see you back here anytime soon…” Mr. Fielders launched himself at Sawyer with a few huge strides, holding his hand out for a handshake.

Mrs. Fielders only rolled her eyes at Georgie and mouthed quite dramatically: ‘What happened?’ Georgie shrugged and made a vague hand gesture.

Sawyer had seen the parents’ cars in the driveway, but he hadn’t really prepared himself for a potential run-in. A small, semi-awkward smile spread across his face as Georgie’s parents greeted him in their own ways.

“Mrs. Fielders.” Sawyer bowed his head respectfully at her with a flash of a genuine smile towards her, his eyes meeting Mr. Fielders’ as he approached the boy. “Always a pleasure,” he met Mr. Fielders’ outstretched hand with his own in a firm shake. “Well--” Sawyer took a step back, standing close to Georgie with a friendly, respectable space between them. The boy glanced back at Georgie before turning his attention back to her father, “Quite honestly, sir, I didn’t either.”

Georgie blushed as she heard Sawyer’s reply and walked up to her dad, placing a hand on his arm and trying her best to steer him away.

“Well, it’s always been good to see you, Sawyer” Her mom piped in uncertainly from her side as her dad frowned down at Georgie. Her mom cast Georgie another of her famous judgy looks as she ushered away Mr. Fielders, who, with a huge wave bid a loud goodbye to Sawyer.

Sawyer could see the look Georgie’s mom cast her daughter, wondering to himself just how much Georgie may have told her mom about why the boy hadn’t come around the last two years. And if it was actually good to see him. He hoped the statement was genuine, and not just fake flattery. He smiled at Georgie’s mother and chuckled softly as her father was dragged away, slowly turning to face Georgie.

”Well… that was awkward,” he smirked, a nervous grin casting across his face as he took another look around. The boy chewed on his bottom lip as he stood there awkwardly, sighing heavily as he brought his eyes back to Georgie’s. ”So, um.. Do you…. er..” He didn’t know how to put it into words. Kind of sounded awkward in his head to ask if she wanted to ’take this to the bedroom’.

Normally the whole awkwardness around it would have had him laughing, but this was a pretty serious moment for him. He was desperate to know where they stood. He knew he didn’t deserve anything from her, even just friends. But they’d been drunk, and exchanged their secrets… and kissed.

Georgie shook her head at her parent’s receding backs, she loved them (and missed their presence sometimes) but they were always so annoying about Sawyer and kept giving each other meaningful looks when he was around.
She turned to pay attention to the words coming out of Sawyer’s mouth and quickly cut in when she could see that he was struggling to finish his sentence.
“We can go to my room if you want...We wouldn’t want my parent’s eavesdropping, do we?” She tried to smile reassuringly before turning and leading the way up the stairs.

Sawyer reflected her smile, watching as she ascended the stairs to her room. ”As if I had a choice,” he joked as he followed her, taking everything different in the house as he went.

Georgie gave a laugh in response to his words as she made her way to the room, picking up a printed photo she’d left on the floor and making to discard it before she looked down and saw Max, spread peacefully on the sandy bluff, his curls lifting slightly in the sunshine. Georgie furrowed her brow and for some reason, instead of putting it in the bin where it belonged, she instead tucked it into a cupboard on her desk.

She turned to smile at Sawyer, rubbing her arms in the cold air conditioned room before she crossed over to her closet and took down a grey, well worn hoodie from it’s hanger. She quickly pulled it over herself and sat down on her bed.

“Much better.” She said aloud before stuffing her hands into the pockets of the hoodie and lifting the fabric up slightly. “I love this hoodie, it makes me feel safe...I have no idea where I got it from though. I wish I remembered.” She laughed before she continued “I’m sorry for the ramble. I just thought it looked like something you would wear...maybe you know the shop?”

Sawyer sat himself down in her desk chair, not sure if sitting on the bed would be uncomfortable or awkward for the pair, instead he chose the safe route. As he watched her go through her closet and pull out a hoodie to wear, the boy’s eyebrows furrowed. ’Was that..? No...’ It wasn’t until she turned around that his breath caught in his throat, a big ol’ shit-eating grin spread wide across his face.

Sawyer’s soft hazel eyes watched the girl, only just hearing what she said to him. He chuckled softly and sat forward a bit, not really sure what to say. The fact she still had his sweatshirt that he’d accidentally left at her place one of the last times they hung out before their friendship fell apart... it blew his mind.

”It looks like something I’d wear?” He laughed a bit, raising an eyebrow as he leaned back in the chair again and crossed his arms, giving Georgie a charming smile. "How about you give me mine back and I’ll get you your own from the store I got it from?” He laughed, having no intention of actually taking the sweatshirt from her.

Suddenly his smile slowly faded, a more serious tone in his voice. Sad. ”Honestly I’m surprised to see it. Figured maybe you’d have burned it, or something...” The boy chewed on his inner cheek and averted his gaze, having a momentary flashback of the fight they had before they had stopped talking a couple of years ago

Georgie looked on curiously as he smiled at her, and only reacted when he started speaking. She looked down at the jacket and looked back up at him, her gaze serious as she picked up on his own tone.
“I didn’t realise...I...I kept it as a keepsake. The rest I packed away. I would never have destroyed anything of yours. I don’t...I can’t think that way. What we had back then were great memories. And even though they did hurt I just didn’t want them to be nothing, you know?” Georgie shook her head and jumped off her bed, scrounging under the bed frame for the dusty box she knew she kept there.
She retrieved it, placed it on her bed and opened up the top of the box revealing countless photos and knick-knacks, all that was left of them after their “break-up”.

”Yeah, I hear ya’.”

Sawyer hesitantly got up from the chair and shuffled his way over to the bed as she plopped a box on the bed and proceeded to open it up. All the pictures she’d had up on the wall of their shared adventures and mischief together, toys won at arcades and fairs, and other items of the like. Sawyer’s smile slowly returned as he gently took a seat on the opposite side of the box from her, reaching in to pull out a few photos from the top.

”Georgie.. I…” The boy began flipping through the photos, stopping at one in particular. It was from the fair the year they’d stopped talking. A series of photos with them in different goofy poses, the second to last one of them laughing as if no one was looking, the very last one showed them embracing each other in a hug while they smiled like idiots. He remembered it as if it happened only moments ago. He peeked up at Georgie before setting the pictures tenderly back into the box, flashing the little smile he only ever reserved for her.

”I’ve really missed you.”

Georgie cradled one of the small teddy bears he’d given her two years ago and forced herself to look up into his eyes, no matter how hard her heart was pounding.

“I’ve missed you too.” Was all she could manage to say before she fell quiet for a while, her fingers stroking the teddy’s soft fur.
“Maybe..We should talk about what you came here for.” She reminded him gently.

Sawyer’s smile faltered ever so slightly at her reminder, nodding mostly to himself. ’Right,’ he thought solemnly. The boy sat upright and placed his hands in his lap, looking down at his hands as he began to talk. ”So, uhm.. Yeah, about last night... I uh..” Sawyer cleared his throat nervously before continuing, ”I know we both weren’t in our right minds, and I just want you to know that there’s no obligation to feel any certain way, or say or do anything about it.” His words all came out in a rush, all jumbled together within a single breath. This was definitely not how he’d rehearsed it to himself while fooling around under his truck this morning. God was he making a fool of himself.

Sawyer took another deep breath and let it out slowly before continuing further, ”Georgie, I did mean what I said last night. I-I’ve always cared about you, a-and I know it’s not in my place to say what happens between us, but I just really hope we can at least be friends because the truth is.. Life has really sucked without you in it, and I’m just happy we’re on speaking terms, as it is...” Sawyer’s words trailed off.

He wasn’t exactly sure how he wanted to word everything, and it didn’t seem to be coming out the way he wanted it to, but he figured now would be a good place to stop and give her a chance to say something. He’d been rambling on enough as it was. The boy looked up at Georgie, ready for whatever kind of blowback his words might bring on.

“Dude.” Georgie began, exasperated. “I thought I told you already, but...I love you. And, I don’t know what we should be right now, or what I should do...or even when we’ll be able to talk about our problems again... but I just...I just need to do this.” Slowly Georgie brushed back her hair and leaned closer to Sawyer, the teddy bear toppling out of her hands as she pressed her lips to his.

Sawyer opened his mouth to say something but was quickly shut down as he felt her lips press against his. He couldn’t help but smile a little, pressing back into the kiss as he scooted the box out of the way and moved a little closer to her, taking her face in his hands as he kissed her passionately.

“Let’s not care about anything else, just yet. I love you and you love me...and that’s enough, right?” Georgie whispered against his lips, not waiting for an answer as she leaned in closer, her body flush against his.

The boy nodded gently, his heart racing in his chest as he sat a little further back on the bed. As she moved closer and pressed herself into him he slowly guided her into his lap, holding her close to him with his arms wrapped around her back to support her. He shut his eyes and held her close as they began to lose themselves in the moment.

_{Not like that, ya’ nasties.}

Sawyer quickly pushed out of the classroom and fell in with the crowd that moved their way towards the lunch hall and the quad, his eyes searching the sea of students for a few faces. It wasn't long before the boy was nearly knocked to his knees from behind, tackled by his two best friends. Jack Donovan and Kol Halliday.

"LOCKWOOD!" the boys called out obnoxiously loud.

Sawyer smirked at his friends and shoved them both away from him with a laugh, readjusting his grip on his lacrosse stick and helmet. "Boys," was all Sawyer managed before he was interrupted by said boys.

"Lock, we still running drills for lunch?" Jack asked as he peeked around Kol.

"Yeah, man. We need to make up for the slack this weekend. What with the recovery time after that party at Kavi's." Jack and Kol exchanged a look and smirked as they low-fived each other. It had been discussed that the two of them had gotten lucky that night, and Sawyer, well.. he got thrown up on. Which had been an extensive joke over the weekend. Lockwood was surprised it wasn't the topic of the hour. They were never going to let him live it down. Sawyer'd shared some other details about the night. Not the proclamations of love, but the drunk kiss and the morning to follow. Although the morning after the party's details were kept vague, he let the boy's imaginations take them wherever they thought the morning had gone. Of course, boys will be boys. Sawyer let them believe him and Georgie had done more than just kiss and cuddle. It was a lot easier than telling them the truth and getting teased about him being the only one in the group who hadn't gotten laid over the weekend. Ignorance is bliss, I guess.

"Yeah, and what with Fockwood going on all day yesterday." Both the boys broke out in big ol' grins as they shoved Sawyer, roughing him around as they pushed their way out from the main building and into the quad. Sawyer didn't respond, he just pulled his helmet on and gripped his Lacrosse stick in both hands.

"You girls gonna stand there and talk all day, or what?"

Kol rolled his eyes and Jack flipped Sawyer off with a grin. "Should we see if ol' Maxy is up for it, today?"

'Ooh. Speaking of Max, that reminds me,' Sawyer thought to himself as he stuck his lacrosse stick under one arm and pulled out his phone, typing out a quick text.

Hey. So, uh.. is it true, about you and Wallenburg? G told me. Was just wondering if it was fr or not.

To: Kellz

"Umm, hello. Earth to Lockwood." Sawyer looked up to see both his friends staring at him with confused but curious looks.

"Sorry." Sawyer quickly tucked his phone away, looking at his teammates. "Long as he's not busy entertaining the ladies, I'm sure he'd be willing to join in."

The boys set off together with their new mission of finding their captain, Sawyer keeping a watchful eye out for Georgie. Partially because he wanted to see her, but also to keep the boys far away from her. Neither of them knew how to keep their mouths shut, and might end up saying something that'd upset her. Plus, he'd probably get teased for how 'soft' he acted around her. They'd probably go so far as to say he was 'whipped'. Pfft.

Sawyer sent out another text, this time to Max.

Hey, I got Jack and Kol with me. We were gonna go to the field and do some drills. Wya man? Interested?

To: Wallenburg

Have to start somewhere, I guess

Ello lovely! @EternityRose

Heroes of Olympus: the Next Age of Heroes

@Sharidi37495 you as well (: maybe I’ll see ya around the Guild! Take care.

Heroes of Olympus: the Next Age of Heroes

@Sharidi37495 The roleplay has been closed for some time, now. Before it’s demise, it was already full and no longer accepting new members. Apologies for your wait. Nally is pretty busy most of the time. Don’t take it personal if she doesn’t answer right away!

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

^{Collab by myself, @eclecticwitch, @ineffable, and @ejected
Starring Bea, Carter, Gavin, Georgie and Sawyer.}

Sawyer walked away from Georgie in a sort of hurried shuffle, only making it a few paces before he stopped in his tracks to make an awkward failed attempt to pull his backpack from off his shoulders. He needed his phone to call Gavin. There was no way he was going to be able to drive home like this. Why hadn’t he just waited and ridden with his brother in the first place? Whatever.

The boy growled a curse at the ground as he finally slipped off one strap, unzipping the bag before digging through it to retrieve his cellular device. He pressed his thumb into the power button, lighting up his face, causing him to pull the phone back several inches as he squinted at the screen. Quickly, he found Gavin’s name and hit send, pressing his phone up to his ear as he slowly started to scan the crowd, trying to focus on standing in one place.

There were a few rings before Sawyer felt a hand on his arm, pulling him back nearly causing him to stumble and fall back onto his ass. He lazily recovered himself and stood up, holding onto Georgie for support as much as he was trying to support her in the process, his head and shoulder scrunched up to hold his phone to his ear.

”Georgie,” the boy let out a heavy sigh, shaking his head as he opened his mouth to say something before he heard his brother answer on the other end of the line. ”Gavin, we need t--” and that’s when it hit him. Literally.

The boy paused a moment, practically frozen in place. He didn’t know whether he wanted to be mad, walk away, ask if she was okay, or throw up, himself. Sawyer forcibly swallowed, taking a deep breath before looking up at Georgie with a conflicted expression on his face. ”Come find me, please,” he spoke into the phone before grabbing it from his shoulder to end the call and stuffed the phone into the side of his costume.

He blinked solemnly a few times before saying in a soft, concerned tone, ”We should get you t-” It was then that Bea came up with Carter following close behind. Bea took the lead and offered Georgie some help which had Sawyer a bit relieved he wouldn’t have to deal with this alone. It’d been a while since he’d seen Bea, it was nice to see a familiar, friendly face in this dark hour.

Georgie reeled back from Sawyer and clutched herself in horror. Holy shit. She’d just puked on him and while she was still feeling awful, it was all heightened with the guilt. She didn’t want to say it but it looked like she’d created a pretty horrible mess and he was still concerned about her? She looked up as Bea came to support her and shook her head at the concern. ”Thanks Bea but-” Georgie waved a hand in Sawyer’s general direction, too ashamed to even say his name.

Trying to make light of the situation as well as attempting to take his mind off of the puke all over him, Sawyer playfully chided his friend. ”You know, I’m the one who got thrown up on, right?”

Although Carter didn't hesitate to follow behind Bea towards the scene of the crime, the young man suddenly found himself wondering if his presence was even needed at that particular moment. Sure, he'd given Georgie a ride to the party, but they had yet to develop the sort of close relationship that she'd obviously already had with Bea and... Sawyer. God, was that smell awful; Carter couldn't help but hold his breath as he stood near the boy whose chest was now freshly painted with Georgie's vomit. It was almost enough to make him gag a bit himself. Nevertheless, he stood by just in case his assistance was needed; he'd even grabbed her a bottle of water on the way over and offered it to her as Bea tried her best to assist. "Happens to the best of us," Carter said with a reassuring half-smile as he did so.

Bea languidly moved her gaze from Georgie to Sawyer. Her eyes travelled down, up, and then back down his frame. Her cool, even stare was nearly clinical as it assessed the young man. "Yes, you did," she responded in a blithe manner. "Let's step outside. Fresh air and a hose do wonders." Her voice offered a calm foundation for the drunken pair to stand upon. "Come along." She gestured for Carter to help steady Georgie while she pushed Sawyer toward the backyard.

Sawyer simply raised an eyebrow at Bea’s look, pressing his lips into a fine line at her tone. ’Alright then,’ he thought to himself flatly. It was just then that he felt a hand on his bare shoulder, turning to see his brother’s face beaming at him. The smaller boy glared at his sibling. ”What?”

Gavin chuckled softly and shook his head. ”Nothing, bruv. I wasn’t observing you guys from just over there the entire time, or anything,” he laughed, squeezing Sawyer’s shoulder as he helped Bea lead the two out towards the backyard. Gavin looked over at Georgie with a soft smile and reached a hand out, tenderly rubbing her arm. ”Hey Geeg, after we get all cleaned up, think you’d like a ride home, or.. Did you get a ride?”

Georgie grabbed onto Carter quite unceremoniously as they walked outside towards the water hose. She could smell the stink of her own puke and wrinkled her nose, glancing over towards Sawyer. ”Sawyer, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it. I’ll-We’ll clean you up.” She was glad that she had such good friends who took care of her all the time but she didn’t feel particularly nice to think that Sawyer was still covered in her vomit from basically head to toe. She turned to Gavin as he spoke and nodded.

”I’d love to get a ride home from you...Hopefully I won’t stain the car or anything of the sort or else I can Uber from here...” She trailed off as she reached for the hose and turned it on, holding it up so it splashed Sawyer. However, soon enough due to her inebriated state she stumbled and dropped the hose, watching horrifically as it snaked water everywhere.

In quick motions, Carter used the heel of his boot to stop the hose from snaking around in the grass; he then picked it up and offered Georgia a meek grin before continuing what she'd originally set out to do. "It's fine, I got it. Don't worry about it," he said, figuring that it'd be wise to let someone who wasn't totally drunk handle the hose.

Bea took the chance to light herself a cigarette. She blew smoke away from the small group and approached Carter. "Allow me." She retrieved the hose from him before turning it on Sawyer first. It didn't have one of those fancy nozzle things on it so she used her thumb to direct the spray. From top to bottom she was sure to thoroughly wet the young man. Georgia was next. She didn't soak the girl as much but did give her a good spritzing.

Gavin nodded at Georgie’s reply to accepting the ride, giving his brother’s shoulder a firm squeeze before letting him go as they reached their destination. The boy would have taken up cleaning off Sawyer but it seemed Georgie had it in mind to make it up to him by trying to ‘help’. When the hose fell and began snaking everywhere, he stepped back out of the way knowing one of the other two would get it. He may not have spent much time on his makeup for his ‘stume, but he was kind of anal about keeping it looking nice. Gavin simply looked on as Carter recovered the hose, with Bea taking charge. Cigarettes. His distaste for the scent pushed him even further away, smirking as Bea started spraying Sawyer off.

Sawyer half-smiled at Georgie’s attempt to help, not really minding when he got sprayed by the hose after it dropped. The sound of a lighter caught in the boy’s ears, his eyes quickly latching onto the cigarette in Bea’s hand being lit. He grit his teeth so hard, then, they started to ache. It had been quite a long time since he’d had a hit off of one. The smell was bittersweet. Bitter because of the withdrawls, but sweet because.. Well, it was definitely better than the upchuck smell. _{Sorry, Georgie.}

Sawyer hadn’t realized he was focusing so hard on Bea’s light until he felt the cold water hit him. The stream was much harder this time, and Bea didn’t seem to care that his backpack was getting soaked along with him. He lazily took it off and tossed it at his brother, which fell short and landed just at his feet. The boy grumbled something to himself under his breath, giving Bea a look once she was done hosing him down. ”Thanks.”

“Any time,” Bea responded with a breath of smoke. A rare grin appeared on her freckled face.

Sawyer shuffled over to his bag and snatched it up, wandering off behind a bush as he attempted to unzip his backpack to snag out the costume he had hidden away in it. ”Um, where are you going?” Gavin asked, raising an eyebrow at his brother. Sawyer chuckled to himself, making sure he couldn’t be seen by anyone in the yard and quickly pushed the sopping wet costume bottoms down to the floor, reaching around the bush to slingshot the bottoms out at the group with a drunken howl of laughter. Somehow, he then managed to pull on his fresh pair of boxer briefs and back-up costume from the year before, leaving the hood off as he came out from behind the bushes with a grin-smirk plastered on his face.

Georgie mentally face palmed herself as she watched the rest of them clean up for her. She gave a lazy smile to both Bea and Carter before she turned slightly, basking in the spray of water from the hose. It was cold and nice and pulled her relatively outside of her own drunken thoughts for a second. With that going on it meant that she had a small moment of clarity, a coincidence as she watched Sawyer’s gaze catch onto the cigarette in Bea’s fingers. Even in her drunken state she had some distaste staining her mind. She should just let it go, she knew that but after all that had happened...God she had to stop. Georgie looked around her as Sawyer made his way to the bushes, probably to change his outfit before she gave a wide smile to Carter, Bea and Gavin.

”Thanks for helping me out here, guys. You guys are the absolute best. And thank you Carter for helping me to deal...I’m sure Bea and Gavin know my antics well enough to not be disgusted by me but well…” She gestured towards her wet self and wrinkled her nose. ”I’m a mess!” She giggled before letting out a loud whoop of laughter as a pair of flying briefs sailed through the air and Sawyer’s delighted exclamation followed it.

"It's no big deal," Carter said with a chuckle as he took a glance down at Sawyer's costume bottoms that had just landed at his feet. "We all have our own messes."

Bea went about turning off the hose and putting it away. As she was coming back toward the group a pair of Star Wars themed shorty shorts landed at her feet. She blinked down at them before she picked them up between her forefinger and thumb. Her eyes landed on Sawyer as he came out from behind the bushes. “I think you dropped something,” she said in deadpan. Her eyes then slid to Georgie. “We gals gotta stick together. Take care of each other.” She tossed the wet shorts at her.

Georgie squealed in surprise, grabbing onto the sopping shorts before she let out a loud ”URGH!” and throwing it quite frantically into the air, ran to give Bea a push and a snub to the nose. ”Girls gotta stick together my ass, Beeeeeaaaa!”

Bea blinked in surprise at the contact and then smiled as she wrapped an arm about Georgia’s waist. “I believe I deserve a little more kindness than that,” she teased lightly, before pulling her into a light hug - careful not to burn her with the cigarette.

Gavin nodded at Georgie and smiled at her words, watching as his brother stepped out from behind the brush with his Spiderman costume on. Sawyer rolled his eyes at Bea’s ‘you dropped something’ and stepped forward to take his shorts from Bea before she slung them at Georgie, his face turning a bit shaded at the action as he tried to hold back a laugh. Gavin watched the shorts sail into the air like a pop-fly as Georgie threw them away from her, following them till they landed directly in his open hand.

Sawyer stepped up to his brother, snagging the shorts from his hand and the backpack at his feet before walking off towards the back door to head for the front. Gavin watched as his brother just wandered off without a word, raising an eyebrow a moment before clearing his throat as he turned to face the girls in their embrace. ”Well, I hate to break up the band, but I think Peter Parker is ready to go home.” He smiled softly at Georgie, holding out an elbow for her to grab and lean on while they walked. ”Madam, if you wouldn’t mind.”

Georgie turned to the rest of the group, giggling a bit as she held up one hand for a wave and locked her other arm on Gavin’s. ”Thanks for helping me out tonight...Bea, Carter I both owe you a big one. You know my number.” She winked at them before turning to give Gavin a kiss on the cheek, whispering happily in his ear.

”And as for you...An early thank you for helping to drive me home. If I puke on the car...it’s no longer my fault for being allowed there in the first place.” And with that she started dragging him off of the lawn, throwing frantic air kisses in Bea and Carter’s direction.

Bye bye, vomit cleaning crew.

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Please tell me someone knows the name I used xP

@Dirty Pretty Lies @spooner I am at your mercy.

Patch Cipriano

Peter Cipriano •♜• "Call me 'Patch'." 22-Years-Old •♜• November 5th Single •♜• Heterosexual English •♜• ASL •♜• Italian

"When enough people make false promises, words stop meaning anything. Then there are no more answers, only better and better lies." -Jon Snow, Game of Thrones Appearance Details Hair:　Dark brown •♜• Cropped short •♜• Natural Eyes:　Blue-Grey •♜• Almond-shaped Height:　Six foot Two inches Body Type: Athletic •♜• Mesomorph Clothing Style: "I don't dress to impress. I undress to impress." Nice-Casual •♜• Dark Colors •♜• 1.0 ; 2.0 ; 3.0 ; 4.0 ; 5.0 ; 6.0 ; 7.0 Scars/Tattoos: Patch has plenty of scarring across his back, the story of where they came from never surfaced but people always speculate. Patch lets people have their fun, and rather enjoys listening to what clever little things they can create. Patch's right forearm has a tattoo that he created himself, while his left forearm's tattoo he gave the creativity up to his artist. His right hand also has a tattoo, which is a matching one he has with his sister. Shh. Don't tell their mom! She's only 16. It's practically skin colored so you can hardly see it. Yes, he's a bad influence.. but if you look at the tattoo, you'll give him a bit of slack. For a guy like him, he'd never get something like this on his own. It was Sofia who got him into the series in the first place. Personality Traits Patch is the kind of like Rachel in a way. He can fit in with any group of people. He fits in well with the jocks and preppy bitches but is down to hang with the nerds and outcasts, as well. He's hardheaded, but his strong-willed nature is what keeps him from letting others beat him down, no matter how hard they try. Patch was the silent-watcher from the shadows, standing up for those who couldn't or didn't know how for their own selves. He holds his head high with eyes forward, hardly ever letting anything really effect him. He has a tough outer shell that's practically impenetrable. Some seem to think he has an overconfident, 'I'm better than you' attitude, but that's not the case at all. He just acts like he doesn't care about virtually anything. As much as he doesn't show it, Patch can be quite the lover at times but only with select people. His mother and kid sister being the two at the top of that very short list. Patch has quite the dark side, as well. Both good and bad. The girls get to see the good side, if you catch my drift. He's practically Mister Grey himself, but only if it's asked for and consensual. He never takes what he is told he can't have. As for the darker side in him, don't get on his bad side and you won't have to worry about it. He has a lot of built up emotion in him that he tends to try and hide. Lot of anger, self-hate and abandonment. The abandonment tying into his having commitment issues, and not having had a relationship since his Junior year in high school. There's a lot more to Patch than people like to think, but he doesn't make it easy for them. He's very secretive about his life and likes to keep it that way. Good luck trying to crack the surface.

_{Relation to Rachel Ashford}

Patch knew Rachel from high school. Of course he knew her. Who didn't? She was probably one of the only girls he hadn't slept with in their class. He had major respect for her. Things between them were cool, on a level he didn't have with anyone else. They had a sort of understanding, for what it was worth. As real as Rachel was most times, her rich-girl personality reminded him of Sharpay Evans, and he often teased her with the name. Patch also occasionally did mechanic work on her car when it needed it. He never charged her, even when she insisted.

_{Upbringing Synopsis}

Patch grew up under the care of his mother and grandmother. His father was around for some time, but he doesn't remember much of him, or at least he pretends not to. Says he only remembers that the "man" had left when Patch's sister was born, just shortly before he entered 3rd grade. For the most part, he stuck to himself and avoided hanging around too many people. Most days he was stuck in his mom's garage working on the bike he'd built from the ground up during his freshman year in high school. Patch was mostly a loner, but occasionally took the time to go out on the town with friends and cause chaos. He was tired of seeing his mom struggle on her own and started working as soon as he was able to snag a work permit. He helped her pay the bills around the house and helped as much as he could with his baby sister. In Patch's Junior year of high school during his last relationship involved an unplanned pregnancy that ended in a miscarriage and the end to their relationship. After her, Patch decided that he wanted to be alone and to focus only on himself. At least until he was ready to take another shot at commitment and settling down. He figures he's in his early 20's and deserves to truly live life before giving his mother what she's been bugging him about since he could remember. Grandkids. His kids. He often teased his mother and told her she'd have to wait till his sister was grown and old enough to have her own kids before she'd receive any. For now, Patch's focus was to get out and enjoy life as much as he could. He'd worked his ass off during the school year just so that he'd be available for the summer just like the rest of his peers would. It was more his mother's insisting that got him to finally agree to take the time off. 'You deserve a real summer, Polpetto, don't waste it. Have fun,' she would say. So here he was, getting the invitation of a lifetime from an old friend. How couldn't he take up the offer?

Family

Kristen Cipriano-Delaney •♜• Mother •♜• FC: Kate Beckinsale
Sofia Cipriano •♜• Sister •♜• FC: Kaylee Bryant

Misc

Wade Poezyn •♜• #11101f
Hot dogs!

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@spooner I didn’t, actually. Haven’t taken a look at anyone else’s names. But yeah, sure. I’ll figure something out. Sorry ‘bout that.

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Still under MAJOR construction.. just posting him for now, cause I need sleep! Will edit sometime tomorrow once I'm home from work.

Dakry "The Bear" Grisham

(will add in name header later)

Name

Dakry Grisham

Nicknames

Dak. The Bear. "Teddy". ^{Only one person ever got away with calling him that.}

Age

22

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Heterosexual

Relationship Status

Just recently got dumped a few months back, tries hiding his pain by sleeping around with girls but he still really loves his ex-girlfriend. He'd never openly admit to it, though.

Relation to Rachel

Yet just another girl that Dak was "friend-zoned" by. He was always there for the girl when she needed someone to talk to, when no one else was there. Of course, like most the guys that knew Rachel, Dak had a huge crush on her, but he remained a loyal friend to her and still he remains. With the invitation, Dak was kind of surprised, though. Even after his glow-up after high school, he didn't feel like he really belonged in the "in-crowd". This may just be his time to shine.

Appearance Details

• Hair: Dark brown | Straight, hangs past ears | Combed back
• Eyes: Blue-Grey
• Height: 6'3"
• Body Type: Slim, muscular. Athletic.
• Clothing Style: Type of Fashion | Examples of clothing items they wear frequently or that can be found in their closet
• Scars and Tattoos: Dak has really bad scarring on his left hand, which he usually ties some kind of cloth over it. A house fire from his childhood left him with some real bad burns, his hand being the only part of his body with lasting scars.
  Dak also has several tattoos. -tbc-

Personality Traits

Positive and negative, as many as you want

Upbringing Synopsis

1 or 2 paragraphs about your character and how they got to where they’re at today.

Misc.

Daniel Portman | #5D6D7E
Any extra things you want to say about your character that haven't been covered in the previous sections. Like family or interests
_{Absolutely nothing. I starved.}

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

____________________________________ Interactions: Sawyer Lockwood Location: Salvador Household ____________________________________

"𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕?" Gavin had found his way to the same block his brother had parked on, sitting behind the old Chevy while he quietly watched people pass along the sidewalk. He'd been sitting there for a few minutes, not really sure if he wanted to actually make an appearance at the party or just go on home where he had told most he'd be for the night. He hadn't R.S.V.P.'d. Gavin was stuck being the designated driver, so no real fun could be had, tonight. He could just have Sawyer or Astraia buzz him when they were ready. Sure. No. Of course he couldn't. He had to go. With Yessi having been gone so long she wouldn't know what signs to look out for with Sawyer to be sure he stayed in his lane. Gavin had to go. Plus, he'd spent all of fifteen minutes with the makeup for his costume. He wasn't about to let that go to waste. Alright, fine. He was going. Gavin pushed open his truck door and thrust himself out into the cool night air, clutching to his Hogwarts robe as he shut and locked the door behind him. The tall, lanky beanpole of a boy wandered off towards the cheering and loud music down the road. He made his way on inside and immediately scanned the crowd to find his brother. Hopefully he hadn't gotten into anything troubling yet. Then again, the night was still young. He had plenty of time to have to be saved from shit. The music being a bit loud, Gavin had no hopes of yelling to locate his delinquent brother. The boy quickly pulled out his phone and shot him a message before tucking his phone into his pocket before strolling through the crowd of people already having a good time.