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It was an interesting thing how quickly you could forget your way around your hometown in such a short amount of time. It had taken James about a half hour longer than necessary to actually find the bar, one that he was more familiar with than he should've been, and he could already hear his friend bitching and complaining about him being late. Tyson had probably been the last person James had contacted to let know he was back-- simply because that was just how they were really. He'd bumped into the other in the school's hallway, earning him a hard punch to the arm and a threat to his car's appearance if they didn't hang out later. And, well, there he was; pulling into the familiar parking lot a half hour late. "Let's just hope he's in a good mood," he muttered not so much to himself but...his car. His baby, as it were.

Not even taking the time to open the door, but jumping out of the roofless car, a set of pale blue eyes scanned the surroundings in search of the familiar face. "Where the hell was I supposed to meet him at again?" This was the thing with James: He could make all the plans and promises to be on time in the world, but chances were he'd forget for one reason or another several minutes later. Which brought on a slight wave of anxiety he honestly wished he could push down. Pushing the sunglasses he wore up the bridge of his nose, he took a deep breath and headed for the front door still in search of Tyson.

Tyson kept checking his phone as he waited for James to enter the bar. 10 minutes later, Tyson shrugged and muttered something about him being her any minute. He whirled to pool stick in his hand as he rested his back against the new pool table. They had just recently swapped the old ones out for this babies, and Tyson missed the old ones. Sure, these may of been nicer looking but the others had memories attached to them. He let out a sight and checked his phone again, 20 minutes. Tyson sighed and decided to wait a bit longer before texting him. He's probably just running late, Tyson thought as he started to sharpen his pool stick was he waited. He re-organzied the balls once again in to the rack. He checked his phone again, 30 minutes. He shot him a quick text, where are you? He looked up to see James entering the bar. He rolled his eyes as he waved him over once they made eye contact, "Bro, your so dead."Tyson hated waiting. It was probably one of his biggest weaknesses. He gave his friend a quick bro hug, "Seriously. I thought you were ditching me. I was about to kill you, man."

Just as he stepped through the bar door, James felt his phone vibrating in his pocket and he was almost sure he knew who the text was from. Part of him wanted to drag it out a bit more; make Tyson wait simply because James knew it was one of his friend's biggest pet peeves. But seeing as it was his first day officially being back-- the blond decided to be nice. He caught sight of Tyson standing by one of the tables (When had they even replaced the old ones? Ah, more had changed in his time away than he'd thought.), he tried his best to stifle a laugh. But the face Tyson was wearing was truly priceless. Upon being spotted, James wasted little time in making his way over and raised his hands as if to ward the other off. "I know I know, I got lost on my way here what d'ya want from me?" He flashed a (semi-)apologetic grin to make up for it, quickly returning the hug before snorting out a laugh. "Dude if you could've seen your face-- you looked like some jilted prom date or somethin'. I wish I could've gotten a picture."

Tyson sent a glare in his friend's direction along with a middle finger, "You know. I really didn't miss you annoying ass, James." He leaned his back against the pool table as he patted it with one hand, "I would say leave, but since this game needs at least two players..." He tossed a pool stick his way knowing that he would catch it, "Now, I'mma kick you're ass in pool as pay back," he chuckled, as he shot his friend a 'sucks to suck' smile before pointing to the balls that was racked, “You wanna break or do you want me to?” He had missed having James around, he was fun company and in all honesty he was still unsure were he was gone to during the last little while. It was different not having him around, and he sure as hell was glad to see him back, but he wasn’t going to tell that. He ran a hand through his blonde hair as he called to the cute waitress infront of him, “Can I get a coke please?” The waitress turned around and he smacked James’s chest lightly almost as if he was getting his attention, “You want anything, bro?”

And there was the exact reaction James had expected from his friend, earning the other a sputtering laugh and shaking of his head. "Aw, now come on! You never were a good liar, Ty." It was a bit strange looking around and picking out all of the changes that had been made while he'd been away. But it wasn't like Jame had expected everything to stay the same-- it was just something he needed to get used to. Rolling his, James raised a hand to catch the pool stick midair, moving to stand on the opposite side of the table. "One, your dumb ass missed me too much to tell me to leave. And two, we both know I can end this all in at least four shots," he retorted with a cocky grin that was only reserved for his most annoying of moments. In all honesty, he knew that if that most of his other friends ever saw him with that grin, he'd get a smack to the side of his head. "Know what? I'm feelin' generous; you can go first so I can see that you still suck as much as you used to." James slowly made his way back around the table, his eyes still wandering around and landing on a few familiar faces. There was a feeling of nostalgia that came with being there that he couldn't quite shake. Blinking several times when he's smacked in the chest, James turned to look at his friend before--good naturedly of course--punching the older in the upper arm. Turning to the waitress however, he offered her his most gentlemanly grin with a polite nod of his head before ordering, "I'd like a root beer if it's not too much trouble, of course."

Tyson shook his head at his friend with a chuckle, "I'm an excellent lair, you're just jealous.” He removed the rack around the balls carefully, to make sure that they kept there triangle shape and placed it on the table beside them. He cleared his throat raising his brows in his friends, “You were gone? I didn’t even notice.” He was a lie, obviously, but Tyson just did it to get back at his friend from the comment. He stood there pretending the be puzzled for a second before pondering, wide eyed, “What’s your name again, bro?” He rolled his eyes in his friends, “Wipe that damn grin off your face you’re about to be owned by the only Tyson Wilson.” He smacked his friend back, playfully, with a chuckle, “I could still take you,” he announced, playing his hand, over dramatically on his hip. He pretended to make gagging sounds as he spoke to the waitress, and once she left he commented, “Still the same old, James.” James had always been one with the ladies, it was almost like he could just turn his charm on and bam get anyone. He bent down and angled his stick so that he could break the pool balls. One…..Twoo…..Three, he counted in his head before hitting the balls allowing them to spread out almost perfectly. He looked over at his friend and took a quick bow, “Amazing, I know.” He watched as the waitress came back and placed their drinks on the table, “Why, thank you…,” he glanced down at her name tag, “Cassie.” He shot her a quick wink before grabbing his coke and taking a quick sip.

Finn wasn't old enough. Or even allowed to be at the bar. There were nearly all boys in the entire bar. Finn walked in and looked around. She went to the bartender and asked for a bottle of beer (a nice light one). She showed him her fake ID and just like that, she got the bottle and drank gulps of it. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked around and checked if there were anyone she knew. She realised there were two guys that went to her school in fact. They were both playing pool. Finn thought they were both cute. But she really liked the blonde one. She wasn't ever shy or scared. She just walked up to them and smiled. "You go to our school, don't you?" She said taking a sip from her bottle.

Anytime James would spend time with Tyson, there was always this urge to punch him in the face-- in the most friendly way of course. It was just the kind of friendship they grew up having. At a young age, their parents had pretty much thrown them together time and time again. It was a comfortable friendship, therefore James would generally let the other joke and say what he pleased while he would do the same. "Jealous? Of what, exactly? The poor pool playing skills or the crap reputation?" He shot back, in a joking tone of course, choosing to roll his eyes at the lie. There was no need for "I missed yous" and all that other crap that James ultimately reserved for his other best friend. It was just a known thing between the two males, and it was always left at that. The older's next comment, however, drew yet another bout of laughter from the blond that took quite sometime for him to come down from-- only to stare wide eyed when Tyson had actually made a good shot.

"Let me guess, you actually practiced the entire time I was away," he guessed while feigning an expression of shock. While waiting for the waitress to return with their drinks, James took the time to really take in the bar. All of the newness seemed to outweigh everything he had grown so used to and he wasn't sure he liked it. When the waitress finally did return, James couldn't help but mimic Tyson's earlier faking gagging at the way his friend was acting before taking his own drink with a polite bow of his head. He was just turning to make some comment to the older when "Cassie" left, when a feminine voice caught his attention. Turning towards the girl that was clearly too young to even be there, the blond quirked a brow while also giving a polite smile. "Er, yeah, we both go to St. Constance. And you are?"

Tyson ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair as he sent James a playful glare, "A, my pool playing skills are awesome, and B, my reputation - the bitches love me." He chuckled softly, he did get a lot of girls but he was obvious to the fact that there were a lot of people that thought he was a total dick, not that he cared though. James and Tyson, we best friend, but not the touchy feely kind, and he liked it that way, they both did. He was a simple, to the point friendship that revolved mostly around fun. This way the two could never truly get into a serious argument, and had a completely unserious relationship that allowed him to forget at the troubles surrounding him in his life. He sent his friend, a playful, finger when he recreated the gagging sound affect as he took another sip of his coke. He rolled his eyes at his friends surprised reaction of his amazing shot. James was right he had sucked before, and he had spent a lot of time her but he wasn’t going admit the guy was right James would never let him live it down. Like ever. “You’re getting old boy or something, because you’re memory is shit. I was amazing before and I am now.”

He noticed a girl that was getting there attention, well actually James’s attention, and he rolled his eyes. The girl that stood before them was without a doubt too young to even be in this joint let alone to be drinking. He rested his pool stick against the table before turning his gaze back towards the girl into front of them. He sent a quick nod in her direction and he stared at her for a bit longer. He had seen her around, probably around school, “Honey, I feel like its a crime to watch you drink that,” He gestured towards the alcohol she was drinking with a impressed chuckle.

"Yep thats were i go," she said with a smile. The blonde had a great mouth thought Finn and she just wanted to kiss it. The other guy wasn't bad either. Both ways Finn thOught they were good looking. When the other guy said his comment about her drink she just laughed. "You got get used to it because i did." She took another swing. "Plus, isn't a crime for two hot guys to be walking around," she said and smiled cheekily. She looked at her bottle and at the two boys. "Do you guys want some?" She thought the beer was a bit off but she drank most of it anyway.

"A, your pool skills are absolute shit. And B, you keep tellin' yourself that, bro," was James reply which was quickly followed by an amused chuckle. It was no secret that Tyson didn't really have the-- best reputation; not just around the school but in most of the city in general. And that was really saying something. But hey, they were friends right? What was that whole thing about not judging a book by its cover? James knew Tyson well enough to know that most, if not all, of the image he gave off was just a facade. That wasn't really his problem though. The two weren't into the whole talking about their "feelings" and thoughts thing; it was how their friendship worked really, and kept the two of them from ever getting into some serious disagreement. Letting the older's comment slide for now, James turned his full attention towards the girl that had joined them.

He had to admit she looked familiar. Perhaps he'd seen her around school before he'd left months ago, or maybe they'd even had a few run ins. The blond couldn't really say with the dim lighting of the bar making it a bit hard to get a clear view of her. He did, however, find it pretty amusing how the girl was so blatantly checking him out. Though his brow lowered, James's smile never faltered even for a second, raising a hand to waved off the offer. "I'm gonna pass but thanks for the offer. Besides just in case you have a bit too much fun drinkin' those, you might need a safe ride home. And him?" James hooked a thumb in Tyson's direction, his tone once again turning joking before he continued with, "I wouldn't exactly call him safe."

Finn laughed and bit her lip and looked at the guy the blonde gestured to. "I think i might need a ride home," she agreed. She pushed her long blonde dyed hair back and then took another sip from the beer.

Tyson gave his friend another middle finger, he wonder how many he had already managed to give him during his time back. He had lost count, but he was sure as hell glad to have someone back that genuinely wanted to be around him, he was tried of people that just wanted to say that they knew ‘Tyson Wilson’ or girls that just wanted to be able to say that he remembered their name - which he probably wouldn’t. But James stuck by his side, knowing that something is up with him, but not pushing him to talk about it. They had an understanding. They were there for each other but not in the usual friend sense. Friends were usually there to be your shoulder to cry on, but from them they were there to make you forget about your problems; do something fun or dumb. To loosen you up, and allow you to relax. He took another long sip from his coke, as he chuckled softly under his breath it was so obvious that the girl had a thing for James. He thought it was kinda funny in a sense of how clear she was making it. He rolled his eyes at James’s ‘safe’ comment, “Well, I’m pretty sure I’m safer than you,” he chuckled as he finished off his coke. He turned his attention towards the girl, “You might wanna slow down with the beer, babe.” The last thing he wanted was a girl vomiting all over him, or even near him. Some of the rooms in his house after his last party had scarred for the rest of his life, and he was glad he had a maid to clean it up. He felt bad though, and even paid her triple the usual amount. He pointed over to James with a bright smile, “I’m just this prince would love to give you a ride home.”

Finn laughed at their cute relationship and took another sip from her bottle. "Nah, i'm okay. Plus this isnt even that strong," she said. She looked at the two boys and forgot to introduce herself. "I'm Finn" she just said. She didn't do handshakes so she just stood there.

By this point, Austin had completely lost track of how many times Tyson had flipped him the bird. It seemed like his friend was actually trying to go for some kind of record and it was more than a bit amusing. But that was just how they were after all. Over the years, James had been asked by more than a few people why he was friends with Tyson; why he couldn't find someone better to associate himself. In fact most of them even told him to his face that he could do better when it came to friends but-- Honestly? James thought all of the friends he had were exactly the ones that were meant to be in his life. They all served their own purpose, and Tyson was no exception. Of course James had fun with other friends and was comfortable, but that took different forms with each one. And Tyson just happened to be that one that could keep him distracted in his worst times without making it a big deal.

With his focus still on the unfamiliar girl--she said her name was Finn, right?--however, James took a sip of his iced tea before pretending to choke at his friend's comment. He glanced back over his shoulder, both brows raised, and shot back, "Yeah, you're about as safe as a cut brake line." He did give a nod of agreement when Tyson told the younger girl to slow down however. James wasn't much for girls that downed half their weight in alcohol, and he certainly wasn't up for dealing with a girl vomiting all over the place. With Tyson practically pimping James out to give the girl a ride, the blond clucked his tongue quietly to himself. "I'm supposed to meet up with someone after this but...I can let them know I'll be a bit late as long as it means a pretty girl like you gets home safe." As natural as being a gentleman was for the boy, James had been looking forward to going straight to his plans after. But what could a nice guy really do, right?

Finn shrugged. "I'm here all day 'till i get caught," she said and laughed at herself. Last time it didn't even take a second and she got caught. If her brother or father found out what she was doing they will probably kill her. Like she minded being dead anyways. For some reason she loved the feeling when her family was mad at her. She especially loved it when her brother was always chasing after her. The last part, that was sarcasm. She needed to find ways for her brother to get off her shoulders and leave her alone. She would try and find girls that are his age and she would try and arrange a date for them so he would be interested in her and leave Finn alone.

(view spoiler)[ NOOOO I LOST MY POST! :'( imma re-write it. Just imma eat first so brb (hide spoiler)]

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((I hate when that happens! I just rage lol))

((omg ikr. I just can't deal. It happens to be all the time. #struggles))

“I have no idea what you’re taking about James, I’m as straight as an arrow when it comes to the rules,” Tyson beamed as he held his arms out in an strange attempt to almost prove he superior in that aspect. Which was a complete and utter lie, James probably couldn’t think of the last day that he didn’t do something that he wasn’t suppose to do. Honestly, Tyson couldn’t really remember most days, they usually consisted of him doing the same things with the same group of people, having the same conversations. He was glad that James was back to get him out of this slump. He needed a break from life. It was crazy to think next year he was going off to university somewhere, and he couldn’t allow his mind to drift off into that heep of problems yet. He didn’t know why his mind was doing this to him here, now. He wanted to groan but instead he chuckled as he heard James being all nice and kind to the girl like a gentlemen. He made another fake gagging sound, before placing his empty glass on the table with the pool rack, “What grade are you in anyways?” He was thinking grade 10 possibly, but with all that makeup that caked her face she seemed older, she could pass for 17, but he highly doubted that she was that old. He chuckled as he crossed his arms across his chest before teasing, “Babe, I think we just caught you.”

"What ever grade you want me to be in," she said and winked at the other. Then she giggled. "But that wont be possible even if i wanted it to. Im a junior," she added. She finished up her beer and left her bottle on the floor. She smirked about her being caught and walked up to the other guy. "First time i get caught by two hotties. Usually i'd get caught by old dudes and old women. This is good though," she said. Finn didn't mind flirting. She found it entertaining. She was a better flirter then her older brother thats for sure. In social situations in general she was better than him. She thought probably thats why he would keep bugging her.

In all seriousness, James wasn't fully sure what to make of this situation as a whole. One, Tyson's claims of being on the straight and narrow when it came to rules was straight up laughable. Which was exactly what he did. The younger knew his best friend well enough to know that was a blatant lie. James wasn't exactly squeaky clean when it came to rule breaking, but between the two of them? He really was the safest bet. He couldn't help but wonder how Tyson would do once he was actually way from all the bullshit that came with being a St. Constance student. And honestly, he didn't particularly want to think about it. More than a few of the blond's friends would be setting off for university next year, and it was too bothersome to think about. But two, there was the whole Finn thing. Yes, James was more than a bit accustomed to girls going a bit over the top with flirting and throwing themselves at both him and Tyson in a matter of minutes. But that didn't exactly mean it was something he'd go looking for.

The image of a familiar face wearing the brightest smile he'd ever seen in his life came to the blond's mind, resulting in him drawing his phone from his pocket. "Old dudes and old women, huh?" Was his comment to the girl's own response, his focus remaining on his phone while his thumbs tapped along the screen. "Sounds like you got yourself an interesting set of suitors then," he finished, his tone remaining playful as he peeked up from his phone for a brief moment. She won't get mad at me for this, right? I mean-- it's not like I'm ditchin' her for somethin' stupid, was his thought just as he sent off the message. But, even still, James couldn't help but feel a bit guilty over it.

Leaving. Tyson had dreamt about leaving this town behind the moment he was born into. Leaving behind the people he hated, his family. But than he realized that he was always leaving the people behind that he liked. Now that the time was coming to leave he didn’t want to leave anymore. He didn’t want to be in control of his own life. He didn’t want to grow up. He pushed all that aside and decided that he only way to stay complete sane was the live in the moment. He put his mind back into the bar, back with his long lost friend, back to the young drunk girl, and away from the future. Far away. He talked to a waitress passing by asking her for a another coke, flashing her a quick playful grin. “Well, I’m sorry I’m not older,” Tyson chuckled as he leaned his back against the pool table once again. He glanced around the bar, knowing that next year, he wouldn’t be spending his free time here. Stop it, Tyson. The waitress, Cassie, came back with his coke, and not to his surprise her number was rewritten on the can. He made a mental note to possibly call her later since she was really hot, probably in her early twenties. He opened up the coke and took a quick sip as he turned his attention back to James whom was busy on his phone, “Who you meeting anyways? Back in town, and already have a girl?”

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Dudewheresthepie wrote: "Leaving. Tyson had dreamt about leaving this town behind the moment he was born into. Leaving behind the people he hated, his family. But than he realized that he was always leaving the people behi..."

((no its fine lol it's rp:p ))

Finn frowned. Was the blond telling on her or something? “Are you telling on me? And I thought you were fun,” she said crossing her arms. Then she turned to the other guy, “and as for you, nice,” she said laughing showing him the number on his coke can. “By the way, I’ve got a ride,” she said. She took out her phone and wrote her message. She hoped that Stephan won’t kill her.

"Nah, no worries, lil lady. Even if I knew who to tell I wouldn't," James reassured with a quick grin. Clearly this girl was a bit too accustomed to getting into trouble one way or another, and he wasn't all too sure what to make of that. Then again, he wasn't paying all that much attention to her right then as it was. Or to the fact that Tyson was blatantly flirting with one of the waitresses-- not that that was really anything new. No, the blond was concerned about the type of text reply he would he receiving. The person on the other end wasn't one to get angry easily, but he still couldn't be sure as to how she would respond; he had made a promise and now he was breaking it. The mere thought of the girl being upset made his heart beat, and anxiety, jump up several notches. But he tried his best to laugh it off when Tyson spoke up, rolling his eyes while shoving the phone back into his pocket. "Just an old friend of mine. I'm supposed to be pickin' her up from somewhere but--" When Finn said she already had a ride, James was torn between feeling relieved and wondering if it was actually true. Clicking his tongue softly he went on with, "And I was gonna give you a chance to actually be nice for once, Wilson, and have you get her for me. But since Finn's already got a way home...?" He left the statement open ended to allow her to deny or confirm it. The boy really had no problems with offering the girl a ride, he just wondered if his anxiety over his other friend would hold out long enough.

His gaze met Flinn was she pointed out the number on his coke can. He chuckled softly after taking another sip, "It actually happens more often than I prefer, but what can you do. It's not fault I'm freaking amazing," he joked about the last part with a playful smile. Nice . He couldn't help but throw a shrug in his friends direction, "I can play nice," he wiggled his brows before calming down with a chuckle, "But seriously, I wouldn't mind picking up your 'friend'," he made quotation marks when he spoke the words, "And scout's honour not to be my usual asshole self." He placed his hands over his heart, almost as if he was doing was it the court of law promising that everything he said wasn't a fabrication. He glanced over at Flinn placing his can on the table, shoving his hands in his pocket, “You sure you have a ride, honey?” As much as he didn’t know the girl, he didn’t want to leave her stranded here at the bar, full of rowdy horny men. He wasn’t that much an an asshole. He glanced over at James, who was probably thinking the same thing, that they couldn’t leave her here till they were sure. He ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair, as he flashed the waitress a wink as she passed by.

Finn is person to get mad and sensitive easily. She crossed her arms and said. "Yes i do have a ride," she lied. She texted Stephan but he still wont reply. She flashed them both a fake smile. "You two have fun," she said. She walked out of the bar. 'I cant believe them' she thought. They did say they weren't texting someone to tell on her it was a friend. But still Finn was right. She was always right.


((Thanks for the rp:) sorry finns such a loser but she just is lol))

Celeste opened the door and walked into the swanky UES bar with two fairly large shopping bags in her hands. She scooted around the people and waiters in the bar, moving up to the bar and placing her bags on the floor. She shrugged off her red peat coat and laid it on top of the bags, straightening her scarf before sitting down and leaning her elbows on the bad. Celeste grinned at the bar tender and ordered a mild martini, feeling in a very pleasant mood. She'd just found wonderful shoes and accessories to go with her Parisian pink gown. All good, all sparkling and shining. She couldn't wait for this dance coming up, not that she even had any friends that would be in attendance. She knew a handful of people at the school so far, but no one that she'd really befriended. She thanked the bartender when he set a clear martini glass in front of her, and she lifted it to her lips gracefully.

Finn walked into the bar. No one caught her this time. She sat next to this blonde girl she didnt bother looking at and ordered a drink. She bought it in a bottle instead of a glass. She looked down and saw the girls shopping bags. Barbie' she thought. She got the bottle and started drinking from it. She loved this bar. They never bothered to ask for ID because her face looked older when she had make up on.

Melodia Desperaux entered the bar, winking at the bouncer as she did so. She loved coming here to drink after a long day at school, and to make things better, some of her students liked to come here as well. Oh how Melodia loved to gossip and chat with her students. They were far better company than the people her age

Celeste watched out of the corner of her eye as a girl sat down beside her. One that had multi colored hair and dark liner ringing her eyes. She gave Celeste a sort of withering look. Humph, so she was one of those. Celeste set down her martini glass and looked over at the girl with a wide, dazzling smile, just noticing another woman walk in, one that looked vaguely farmiliar. Celeste looked straight at rainbow girl "Hi! I'm Celeste, I'm new around here," she said, trying to sound quirky. It was her new goal here in New York, be nice to everyone, only burn who you have to. She sent a smile towards the ther woman just in case she was supposed to know her from somewhere, she knew she'd seen that face before...

Finn smiled wide and looked at the girl. "Hi! I'm Fiona but call me Finn I hate my name, and welcome," she simply said. She took another sip and looked at the girl again. "You're going to love it here!" She said sarcastically.

Melodia sat down at the bar, an alluring smile on her lips which drew the bartender towards her. "One Vodka Tonic please" she said, her voice lilting. She wondered if the two students recognized her, knew who she was

Celeste liked that the girl wasn't rude, maybe she wasn't that type at all. She grinned and didn't have to fake her tone this time "Thanks, I already am in love with the layout of the city, it's so free here." She said "Do you... Go to Constance, by any chance?" She asked curiously, sipping at her martini every now and then "that's where I'm going now.." She kept eyeing the woman that was down the bar a bit, where did she know her from???

Finn smirked. "Of course i go there. Thats the only place that can ruin your life," she said swinging the bottle and having a drink. "What out for G-G," she said.

Melodia turned and winked at the girl who kept staring at her. Obviously it hadn't clicked within her head whom she was yet, that she taught at the school. It was so incredibly humerours

Celeste Rose a brow and laughed lightly "Really? A life ruining school?? That's harsh, I just thought it was boring..." She said. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at the gossip girl comment "I honestly don't understand the hype over this Gossip Girl. I just don't get it..." She said. Celeste didn't see how people had so many secrets, she surely didn't have many. A couple, maybe, but most of Celeste's life was based on honestly and bluntness. She saw the woman wink at her and winked right back, then taking a sip of her martini. "Hey do I know you from somewhere?? You look crazy familiar.." she said, calling across the bar

"Its definayly not boring. With all the drama and the parties it definatly isnt, but that doesn't mean its great," she shrugged. She continued drinking from her bottle. "Ew, you're just like my brother. He hates Gossip Girl. He never checks his phone when Gossip Girl posts so i text him and he always says he doesn't care. I mean whats there not to care about! Its gossip girl! You see everyones true identity! and thats great!"she said with a smile. She turned her attention toward the person that Celeste was speaking to.

Melodia got up and sauntered over to them, sipping her drink. "Oh yes, you most certainly know me, and recognize me. I'd love to see you guess those" she said with a little laugh, sitting down next tot them

Celeste watched the woman with interest, huh, she was an odd one. But Celeste kind of liked that. She seemed older then she and Finn, but still, interesting. Celeste studied her for a moment and shrugged in defeat "I would but I honestly don't know. I've met so many people these past two days, you could be my uncles girlfriend, the interior designer that did my room, the woman that works at the coffee place I go to. I just and place you I'm so sorry..." She said, feeling a bit rude. She peeked over at Finn though and shrugged "Oh I get the text alerts and everything, I just haven't seen anything good on it yet." She said casually.

"Hmm," finn shrugged. "At least you check 'em," she took a good chug of the beer. "How old are you?" She asked Celeste

Liam walked in and sat next to some blonde girl chugging beer, underage. He got lemonade with a bit of rum in it, but also cheese curds, he was starving.

finn turned sideways and saw a boy sit near by "hello," she said with a bright smile.

He waved, "Hi, Liam." He looked at this girl, nor the usual Barbie girl he saw around here, even though she was blonde.

"Finn," she said flashing him a smile. "Do you come here often, i haven't seen you before," she said.

"Nope, I'm just hungry." He smiled back. "I just got to town with, my brother and sister." He lied, that sounded convincing enough, "I was sent out to look for a job. Not one wants me." He said.

"I'd want you," she said and playfully winked then she started laughing. She drank a bit more of her beer and finished it off. "I havent seen you before," she said trying to remember.

"I just said I just arrived in town, so no you wouldn't have seen me." He rolled his eyes and stuffed some cheese curds in his mouth.

Finn shrugged and turned back. She wondered who that creepy woman was what was she doing here. Finn ordered another drink. She just drank because she was drinking her pain. She would have smoked but drinking felt better. The strong taste burning her throat felt good