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Amarilla looked up, and smiled when Trevor appeared above her. How wonderful! She hadn't seen him since their first encounter on the track!

"Well hello there!" she said, wondering if she should get up and like, shake his hand. That was the polite thing to do. But they were friends, and friends didn't shake hands! So she decided to play it cool and remain in her chair.

"It's nice to see you too! What have you been up to?" She indicated a chair next to her with her hand and a "Here! This chair is open."

"Sup, Venice. Name's Dustin," he said with a grin and a head nod, wrapping his arms around Porsha's waist. He rested his chin on her shoulder, eyeing the girl's now-empty glass. Which only made him realize he wasn't holding any glass in his hand. Something that needed to change, obviously. "Don't worry, I wouldn't do a thing to hurt her. I mean, no pain without pleasure."

"I'm going to go grab another round of drinks," he added. "Why don't you two talk about great and sexy I am while I'm gone, k?"

He slid his arms back to himself and gave a light double-pat to Porsha's a** before heading off to the bar to order drinks for three.

The look on Porsha's face as Dustin's arms slid around her from behind was nothing short of smug as she grinned up at the black haired women beside her. "To be fair I was already pretty corrupt by the time I rolled into your life." God, had it really already been a year since she'd lied her way onto the roller derby team? She could scarcely remember what life was like without the aid of her fake id. "As I'm sure you remember."

As Dustin's chin came to rest on her shoulder the teen turned her head so she could press her cheek to his, grinning ridiculously at first Venny and her threat's, then D and his assurances. "Fear not, Roller Mama, any pain exchanged is purely consensual."

There was so much less drama involved when you removed the confinement of labels. They were having fun, no strings attached. It made things incredibly easy.

The promise of another drink was sweet to Po's ears, and she gave a bark of a laugh when her a** received a double pat as Dustin slid through the crowd to fetch them all a round of something tasty and inebriatimg. "I know what I'm doing later," was casually thrown in, punctuated by the unmistakable whistle and boom of a firework. "s**t! Hurry up, D!" She didn't want to miss the show.

Trevor listened to her talk " well, sounds like a nice hobby. I should take you to a art museum one day" he said but of course just as friends. " well, i'm sure you will find someone to taste your ginger dishes" he told her.

He too was leading a double life but only a few knew who he really was. Some things were better kept then told just so no one thought he was crazy.

He shifted his gaze towards the clear skies and watched the fireworks go off. The light from reflecting off his eyes. That was the only thing he came to do watch the fireworks and catch up with some friends. He grinned and glanced at Amarilla "indeed they are lovely" he said agreeing with her.

It was never a good idea to give Vanessa alcohol. Sober, she was reckless and impulsive. After a tango with spiced rum, inebriated, she was a steam-powered locomotive speeding towards train wreck.

"RIIIIIICKYYYY!"

It had been a long time, since she'd seen the sweet-talking southern man. Vanessa was not surprised to discover that she'd missed him, because she tended to miss everyone if they were apart for too long.

She launched herself at him from across the beach, running with her hands in the air and a smile the size of the sun on her face. Vanessa wore a simple black bikini, and a pair of cut off jean shorts that would have given Daisy Duke a run for her money. Her hair was longer now, because she'd been too lazy to get it cut, and held in check, out of her face, with a bandana.

"Oh my god, it's been forever! I'm so happy to see you!"

Ricky better have been prepared to get the stuffing hugged out of him.

Prosper was not allergic to parties. He just preferred them with caviar.

It was his mother's fault he ended up on the beach. She insisted that he show his face for PR reasons, as if Prosper wanted his face pasted all over the tabloids. There weren't any paparazzi, anyhow.

Because none of them cared enough to bother him. Prosper was a wealthy boy; heir to the little-bit-more-extravagant-than-modest fortune his mother had made with her designer make-up (and later, clothing) brands. He had delusions about his own celebrity, and made a proper a** of himself wandering around on the beach four feet ahead of his bodyguard. Ralph was a beast of a man-- more of a gorilla, really, with false teeth and hairy knuckles.

"Oh, thank heaven," Prosper said, when the fireworks started at last. He took a sip of water and fanned himself. "The night's almost over."

((will somebody please come and be mean to him? 8DDDD))

“Zacy-poo?” He said incredulously He made a half sand impeded attempt to avoid the hug, so not a ‘hug’ person, but failed.

“Eeeuugh!” He said crinkling his nose, at least you were already soaked when I tossed the balloon at you!” He scolded. At least he was better prepared for this beach party than the last one.

“Nice to meet you ‘Veer’.” He nods, cautiously, eyeing Quinn suspiciously.

And that was why Micah and Castille were friends; they thought along similar tracks. Food. It was the end all be all of everything. Micah tossed her head back in ecstasy as the dream of something to eat headed fast into something in her immediate reality. Honestly, she didn't know what sounded better; the marshmallows or the hot dogs.

Is there any reason you can't have both?

A fair point. Maybe she would put the mallows on the hot dog or something ridiculous like that. Or maybe not. Or maybe. Whatever. That was a decision to be made after the dog was cooked, which was an art in itself, and demanded all of Micah's attention.

"So, Cas. What have you been up to since I've been gone," Micah sung, hovering her dog over the bonfire. "Any new shows I should be interested in?"