Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]
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				Title: <strong>Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>18-01-2018, 20:20:41</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Welcome to your 10 Year High School Reunion, Class of 2008!</strong></span><br><br>(http://hiltongardeninn3.hilton.com/resources/media/gi/YYZVAGI/en_US/img/shared/full_page_image_gallery/main/gi_toscanaroom_19_698x390_FitToBoxSmallDimension_Center.jpg)</div><br>Every single student from the graduating class of 2008 who attended Westwood High School in Westwood, New Jersey, was invited to their 10 year reunion. It was being held at the Hilton just a few miles away from the school, which was also where the seniors had their prom, a decade earlier. All of the former students were encouraged to not only attend, but to make a weekend out of their stay. For those who took advantage of the offer, their rooms were discounted and room service was complimentary, so long as they attended the dinner buffet Saturday night and the full-fledged breakfast on Sunday morning. <br><br><div align="center">Fun fact:<br>Date of actual graduation: Saturday, June 14th, 2008.<br>Date of 10 year reunion: Saturday, June 16th, 2018.</div><br><hr><br>The ballroom is decked out with Wildcats colors; purple and gold. Though, admittedly, the purple looks slightly more on the maroon side. Just like at prom, the tables are spaced out as much as possible, while still managing to fill the grandiose ballroom. Each table has enough space to seat ten people comfortably. <br><br>Upon entering the ballroom, a large table to check in comes into view. It has name-tags, an old yearbook from their senior year, and a guest book for those who wish to leave their contact information behind. There was also a display of the shirts and sweatpants designed specifically for their class, and a framed copy of their class photo. <br><br>In one corner of the ballroom was a photo booth, with tables set up around it that had a plethora of signs which could be used as props. <br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Photo Booth Props</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://img0.etsystatic.com/000/0/6393411/il_fullxfull.334969618.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9d/a6/e5/9da6e5867e8842f0bd53919f8be08fa7.jpg) (https://img.etsystatic.com/il/8201e4/388943426/il_570xN.388943426_pehz.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/b9/e6/0d/b9e60d367278ba810cfc9e5128b992f3--college-reunion-reunion-decorations-high-school.jpg)</div></div></div><br>The open bar is located on the far corner, to the left of the makeshift stage. A podium is positioned there, flowers adorning all corners of it, while a microphone is situated in the middle. A 360 degree table can be accessed from all sides and is occupying the center of the dance floor, in the heart of the ballroom. On the buffet table are several courses of appetizers to begin with. Flavored crackers, an assortment of cheese, ripe grapes, freshly baked bread, a collection of jams, varying cream cheeses, sliced summer sausage and beef, were the main components of the starter course. <br><br>As far as the main course was concerned, there was something for everyone; a seafood spread complete with pre-made shelves of sushi, and a chef at the back with a Hibachi to fry or cook anything to perfection. There was also a complete salad and soup bar, as well as a hamburger, hot dog, and sandwich spread. An impressive selection of Italian food was available as well; pizzas, pastas, garlic bread, brochette, meatballs, the works. Fried chicken, shrimp, corn on the cob, hush-puppies, and tons of side dishes like potato salad, pasta salad, cole slaw, casseroles, rice, mashed potatoes, fruit and biscuits. There simply wasn't enough room for dessert to be showcased, until some of the food could be cleared away.<br><br>Everything was completely customizable and there were even options for gluten free and vegan diets. With such a wide array of food choices, no one would be able to leave the reunion hungry!<br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Dinner Buffet and Open Bar</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www3.hilton.com/resources/media/hi/WODHIHF/en_US/img/shared/full_page_image_gallery/main/HH_display_50_675x359_FitToBoxSmallDimension_Center.jpg) (https://5.imimg.com/data5/SU/PT/MY-14902370/bar-display-counter-500x500.jpg)<br>(http://i1.wp.com/www.gratenews.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/Refreshed-Hooked@Edge-Seafood-Buffet.jpg?fit=1024%2C768) (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a8/f4/c7/a8f4c713ee6e4e8e41782ab7e96a335c.jpg) (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ksGO1rNyQU/VbHcZrPg_-I/AAAAAAAAAbA/0aUqahu-uYs/s640/Buffet%2Bdinner%2Bin%2BDelhi.jpg)<br>(http://images.glaciermedia.ca/polopoly_fs/1.20292628.1496229214!/fileImage/httpImage/image.jpg_gen/derivatives/landscape_804/c1-0531-0531-akis-jpg.jpg) (https://i2.wp.com/www.caruth-studio.co/wp-content/uploads/2015/11/Caruth_H_CH5514_12.jpg?fit=973%2C649) (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/51/56/3c/51563cd4e2810045dc54cb98437bebd3--diy-outdoor-party-outdoor-parties.jpg)<br>(http://www.pinkpineapplecatering.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/2-4.jpg) (http://static.wixstatic.com/media/168946_d92bb8c72f084591aa1ec2aa76843cc0.jpg_srz_980_735_85_22_0.50_1.20_0.00_jpg_srz) (https://deavita.net/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/table-setting-ideas-food-setting-main-dish-buffet-table.jpg)</div></div></div><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Itinerary for the Reunion:<br><br>4-5 ~ Arrive and mingle. Snack on appetizers. <br>5-6:30 ~ Find your seats. Eat dinner and dessert. <br>Play ice breaker games at your table. <br>6:30-10 ~ Dance the night away!<br>10-11:30 ~ Travel back to WHS for a tour. (Optional)<br><br>*Don't forget, if you're staying at the Hilton, breakfast is complimentary Sunday morning, from 6 until 11 am.<br></span><br><br><hr><br><strong>Social Media Icons:</strong><br><br>(http://icons.iconarchive.com/icons/limav/flat-gradient-social/256/Twitter-icon.png) (https://instagram-brand.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/11/app-icon2.png) (https://assets.materialup.com/uploads/8ea5e446-5d16-4585-b051-ef6a1de40eec/teaser.png) (http://static.adweek.com/adweek.com-prod/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2013/04/facebook-logo.png) (https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c7/Chat.png)<br><br><strong>Codes:</strong><br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[img height=50]http://icons.iconarchive.com/icons/limav/flat-gradient-social/256/Twitter-icon.png[/img] [img height=50]https://instagram-brand.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/11/app-icon2.png[/img] [img height=50]https://assets.materialup.com/uploads/8ea5e446-5d16-4585-b051-ef6a1de40eec/teaser.png[/img] [img height=50]http://static.adweek.com/adweek.com-prod/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2013/04/facebook-logo.png[/img] [img height=50]https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c7/Chat.png[/img]</code></pre><br><hr><br><strong>Other Links:</strong><br><br>Do Not Disturb [Intimate Thread] (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281663.0)<br>Approved Characters (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.0)<br>OOC (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281605.0)<br><br><hr><br><strong>Header:</strong><br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatright][img height=300 padding=10]IMAGE URL[/img][/floatright]<br>[b]Name:[/b] [url=URL TO CS]Character's Name[/url]<br>[b]Wearing:[/b] [url=CLOTHING URL]Outfit[/url]<br>[b]Location:[/b]<br>[b]Tagging:[/b]<br><br>[hr]<br><br></code></pre><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>19-01-2018, 15:20:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.u2mtv.com/files/actor/9/7/97f4b8ceb7d493913b51f5c63b8d03e9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Juliet Rhodes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847695#msg13847695)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Navy mini-dress and taupe, strappy heels (http://www3.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Viacom+TCA+Summer+2016+azEUeWS62uXx.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open to all!<br><br><hr><br>For many, high school reunions were often a thing of dread. Not Juliet Rhodes, though. Admittedly, she had been looking forward to her ten year reunion for years. If she was being honest with herself, a major contributing factor to that anticipation had to do with her plan to be married and have at least one child in time for the reunion. Apparently, those milestones were a little harder to plan for than she had initially realized. <br><br>Even after the inevitable breakup with her long-term boyfriend turned fiancé, Juliet was still looking forward to reconnecting with her peers from high school - despite the scene not looking how it did in her dreams; with a man on her arm, a diamond on her finger and a baby on her hip. A big believer in fate, she chalked it up to not being meant to be, and did her best to accept that. <br><br>After months and months of planning, the day had finally arrived and Juliet could hardly believe it. She was all nervous energy and jittery exhilaration as she checked into the hotel where senior prom was held a decade earlier. A glance at the ballroom as it was being cleared out and cleaned up for the event, brought a bright grin to her features as she reminisced about that night. There were a few moments she'd sooner forget, including her first time and how clumsy and awkward it was. However, those moments were negated by what came afterward.<br><br>Making her way to the elevator, lugging two wheeled suitcases behind her, she made her way up to her room and began to unpack. Once everything had found its way to a temporary home, Juliet freshened up and changed into her dress, then readied herself for the main event. Her golden blonde locks were waved slightly and loosely, a pale pink gloss adorned her lips, and simple makeup caused her face to nearly glow. The final touch was to spritz herself with a bit of Decadence (https://hips.hearstapps.com/hmg-prod.s3.amazonaws.com/images/women-perfume-marc-jacobs-eau-so-decadent-1506352116.jpg?crop=1xw:1xh;center,top&amp;resize=980:*) - a fruity and floral blend with notes of jasmine, white amber and raspberry, as well as hints of pear and blackcurrant. <br><br>Giving herself a once over in the mirror, she grinned at her reflection and pulled out her phone to write a quick post on Facebook.<br><br><hr><br>(http://static.adweek.com/adweek.com-prod/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2013/04/facebook-logo.png) (https://i.imgur.com/08vqtizr.jpg)<br><strong>Juliet Rhodes:</strong> I can't believe it's finally here!<br>Don't forget to make more memories with us - WHS Class of 2008 - at our 10 year reunion! <br>Where? Westwood Hilton! When? Now! Who? You! (If you're part of the graduating class of '08)<br><br><hr><br>The ballroom doors opened at 4:00 sharp, appetizers were already set up on the buffet table, the bar was open and ready for business. It was official - the reunion was underway! Juliet began to pace as a few members of the wait staff continued to trickle in, setting each and every table with fine china and freshly cut flowers. Speakers in the corners began to softly play a playlist of popular songs from 2008 (http://www.bobborst.com/popculture/top-100-songs-of-the-year/?year=2008), beginning with a rather fitting number; Low (http://www.bobborst.com/popculture/top-100-songs-of-the-year/?year=2008) - which was almost still just as popular as it was back then. <br><br>She couldn't be certain if it was her nerves that made her do it, or something else... but when that song started to vibrate along the walls, Juliet couldn't help singing lightly along, bopping up and down to the beat and shaking her rump, even slapping her booty when the lyrics specified it. Come on. How could she not?!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>19-01-2018, 16:02:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/bd/af/91/bdaf9141835a54694551382cd809ee00.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kacie Rendro (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13846258#msg13846258)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Stupid-tight button fly jeans; (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a6/4c/a3/a64ca31389caafcd099b1b572ef6ba29.jpg) cutout crop top. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/7d/25/0e/7d250e42b1cdfdc5eb274c382cd7b12a.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong>In the hall of her hotel floor, waiting for the elevator.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br><hr><br>OK, probably peeking out into the hall before she left her room was silly. Even now, though, Kacie felt...self-conscious about being dressed as she was, in front of people who knew her back when. 'Knew' her was kind of an overstatement, really; back in the day, people could have literally tripped over her without being able to put a name to her.<br><br>And she looked great. Healthy, happy, and hot- three 'h' words she never would have thought, ten years ago, anyone would apply to her, not even herself. Felt great, was <em>doing</em> great. It was just a last shred of the old programmed-in Kacie, the mouse, afraid of her feelings and her body and her friends...pretty much everything, really. She'd bet no one, except Autumn, would ever connect now-Kacie with back-then-Kacie. She could hardly believe it herself.<br><br>All rationality aside, she still hovered her finger over the call button for the elevator.&nbsp; If she didn't get it in gear, she was going to be late. Only by a few minutes, but for some reason she couldn't really express, it was very important that she go the whole distance, from the awkward opening "Oh, hi, I remember you"s<em> (or don'ts)</em> to the hangovers and equally-awkward farewells when the weekend was over.&nbsp; Plus, she looked kind of dumb, parked in front of the smooth metal doors.<br><em><br>You can do this.&nbsp; Look how far you've come!&nbsp; Besides- this is about <strong>you</strong>, not <strong>them</strong>.</em><br><br>A well-manicured finger pressed firmly. The light lit, a mellow almost Asian-sounding chime dinged, and the machinery of the car began to <em>whirr.</em><br><br>Just a few minutes, now. And she'd be back there. But never back <strong>then</strong>. Those days were gone. That Kacie was gone.<br><br>So why did she have butterflies?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZionVI</strong> on <strong>19-01-2018, 16:28:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/2920a153723ecb0839325321967508c3/tumblr_oplvw8Nk7Y1w6bn9yo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Evion Raymond (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847475#msg13847475)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White suit as pictured (https://78.media.tumblr.com/2920a153723ecb0839325321967508c3/tumblr_oplvw8Nk7Y1w6bn9yo1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open!<br><hr><br>Evion never did well with crowds. Unless he was in front of them. This particular crowd, he wouldn`t want to be near with a suit of armour on. The arenas of spain, bullfights and matadores with charging beasts call sweetly. An easier challenge. Maybe when this is over he can officially claim he`s been through worse. <br><br>It`s not so much the people – a feeling that doesn`t apply to everyone- but who he was, back then in the dark days of high school. <br>Evion stands on the side, conveniently between the canapes and open bar, watching and exchanging polite smiles. Neither knew each other, but they might of and that was enough for a `hi hows it doing nice bye` greeting and handshake. He sways to the beat, nostalgia for songs he used to turn the radio channel off to. Attend a highschool reunion? Get some chill music time. Appreciation is like fine wine. Only good a decade or so after. <br><br>The radio host unconsciously licks his lips as he scans the room for familiar faces. A bubble of confidence. Sits in his chest like confused backwards wings ready to burst out and soar. Who Evion`s become and what he`s done, <em>who</em> he`s done, uncountable changes since he was the kid these people knew. His nose scrunches. <br>Few knew him in the first place. Evion thinks he spots someone only to look again and see she`s not the older version with dyed hair he mistook. Anxiety, from the venue and it`s memories, the people and occasion, crawl on his skin like an immovable itch. <br><em>It`s okay. It`s fine. It`s chill. </em><br><br>Evion hums under his breath to the lyrics and approaches the food. His gate is flounced with something bouncy and forcefully comfortable. He can do this, he can do this if he doesn`t check his twitter feed and see the thousands of strangers urging him on for better or worse. He can do this because it`s his motherfucking night to murder his old self, cold blood and all, and take its rightful place in the memories of fellow Westwood graduates. Evion takes the salmon roll.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>19-01-2018, 16:34:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://media.gettyimages.com/photos/nbcuniversal-portrait-studio-march-2017-pictured-francois-arnaud-on-picture-id656128140?)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Xander Madar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847336#msg13847336)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured + black converses.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Juliet, Open<br><br><hr><br>Xander had pondered a long time over what to wear, in the end opting for a casual buttoned up white shirt and black tie. It was summer after all, and he didn't want to sweat excessively just getting there. Walking from his parents house, about 20 minutes away by foot, he surprised himself smiling, remembering the streets of his childhood he had left ten years ago to go to college. The nostalgia faded as he reached the Hilton, a direct reminder of the event he was attending on the evening: his high school reunion. He never imagined he would ever go to one when he graduated ten years ago, but having matured, developped himself as a human being, he felt he had nothing to lose coming, and was even a bit excited. His curiosity was itching him as he walked in the hotel lobby, the air suddenly dryer and colder, the AC fully working inside. Who would show up? What would they be like after ten years? If nobody remembered him, maybe he could pretend to be someone else... <em>Did people ever crash high school reunions?</em> he wondered. He figured it would be easier to do than crashing a wedding or something. <br><br>He walked over to the ballroom, and checked the time on his phone. 4:01 PM. Sneaking in, he noticed quite naturally that there weren't many people who had arrived yet. Checking in at the entrance, he picked up his name-tag and kept it in his hand, wondering if he should put it on or not. There was an old yearbook from their graduating year, which Xander had no interest in looking at. He remembered everyone worth remembering well enough, and the giggles he heard behind him walking over made him decide to move along quickly. Glancing over the table, he also saw school merchandise from their graduating year, which made him wonder who in their right mind would buy any of these. Class of 2008. Westwood High. Shaking his head, he looked over his name-tag again and put it in his pocket, stepping aside. <br><br>He eyed the room, noticing the photo booth and quickly looked away in disgust. He then saw a blonde woman who seemed to be enjoying the background music, moving along to the rhythm as he approached her. She had an attractive silhouette and her attire was elegantly complementing it. <br><br>"Hey Juliet," he greeted her, recognizing her easily, before looking around at all the activity and how everything looked impeccable and well organized. <em>As expected of Juliet Rhodes,</em> he thought, grinning. "You've outdone yourself, thanks for the invitation."<br><br>He knew he hadn't been invited as part of a selected list, everyone from the year had been invited, but he figured it would be polite anyways to thank her and compliment the event. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Szandor</strong> on <strong>19-01-2018, 16:38:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/bc/26/de/bc26deca6a1fb6a93eadb16180f0898f--chris-pine-chris-delia.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tanner McCloud (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847272#msg13847272)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Outfit (https://www.thefashionisto.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/Esquire_UK_May_2013_Page_088.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Hilton Hotel -&gt; Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN<br><hr><br>Tanner hated high school. He had endured how many years of torture, and humiliation?&nbsp; Too many, and he frankly didn't care to count the exact amount of years, as he stood outside the Hilton Hotel that was about to open it's door to the graduates of '08. What a shit year. Tanner wasn't exactly the most popular kid in class... well, that was a vast understatement. He had all but two friends, the cheapest glasses his mother could afford (thick, black rims, and fragile lenses), and never any clothing remotely resembling cool. And on top of that; he was asthmatic. Still was.<br><br>On that note, Tanner McCloud patted the pocket on the inner lining of his jacket and sighed. He took out the inhaler - now a less geeky, modern prescription - and took a puff of it. It tasted terrible, like sucking on a greasy coin, but it did make his lungs settle. He could properly breathe again.<br><br><em>Ding!</em><br><br>Tanner looked down to his pocket, which vibrated. He fished out the phone in there, and looked to the screen. It was from Maria. Tanner rolled his eyes, and leaned against the light pole. He considered opening the message from his now ex-Wife, but decided against it. No. He had told her he was going out. This was just her way of controlling him while she played with her boy-toy in the Bahamas. Tanner scowled, then opened Facebook. He signed into his personal account, and smirked as he posted.<br><br><hr><hr>(http://static.adweek.com/adweek.com-prod/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2013/04/facebook-logo.png) <strong>Tanner McCloud:</strong><br>(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/39/34/3a/39343a34662b01a6f6933c2d7dc988cc--just-my-luck-chris-pine.jpg)<br>About to head in to the 10 year High School reunion!<br>Question is, will anyone be able to one up the level of loser I was ten years ago? Answers will be found.<br>If your eyes burn from looking at that old picture; me too, that's normal.<br><hr><hr><br>It was self-depreciating as usual, but the exclamation mark and perfect timing would have meant that Maria would have seen it within minutes of being posted. He'd have the good time tonight, even if he was miserable within the event itself he'd make his social media glow with joy. This day wasn't just a reunion. It was revenge, it was his chance to walk into a room without Maria and know that she was jealous. It was a sweet feeling. After all, if he wasn't allowed the house surely he was allowed to be petty? Tanner certainly thought so.<br><br>The small teenager who he once was was gone, and in his place was a confident man. Despite all he had been through in the past year - his business taking off officially and with it bringing a metric tonne of paperwork, his wife divorcing him, and having to find an apartment after losing the house - Tanner thought himself to be one of the more upgraded members of his graduating party. He was sure some of them would have worked out worse than he had. Sure, he was a virgin until he was 20 years old, and he had peed himself once in school and never lived it down; but none of that mattered anymore. All that mattered was how many of his female former classmates noticed him. <br><br>Once he had seen a few likes on his post pop up, Tanner pushed off from the light pole and walked into the Hilton. Once he had passed reception, and confirmed his room upstairs for the night, McCloud walked into the Ballroom with his hands clasped behind his back. Tanner looked around, and smirked at the coloring and decorations. This was definitely thought out a lot more than he expected it to me. Frankly, it was beautiful. McCloud huffed through his nose, and looked around the room. In the room was a fair amount other people. It was definitely safe to approach the males in the room. Just because he wasn't a loser any more did not mean he hadn't been married for nine years. Being off the market for that long meant he had to think for a while before he made a move.<br><br>But first, the snacks. Tanner approached a table of food and smirked. He picked up something small and salty, and felt his pocket vibrate again. Tanner chuckled to himself. He wouldn't check that until the end of the night, or until someone asked for his number.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangeflower</strong> on <strong>19-01-2018, 17:03:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C6E65K8UoAEtAgc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katie Reynolds (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847310#msg13847310)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Knee length dress, showing almost an outrageous amount of cleavage, 4 inch spike leather boots. (https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C6E65K8UoAEtAgc.jpg)<br><strong>Location: Hilton Hotel Ballroom</strong><br><strong>Tagging: Juliet, Xander, Open </strong><br><hr><br><br>The day had been one of nerves and bad mood for Kat. She regretted ever agreeing to going to this reunion. She had nothing in common with anyone there and would most likely spend yet another evening being judged for what she did for a living and the choices she had made the past decade. It seemed to be the recipe for social gatherings. Like everyone pretended that they didn't know who she was and what she did but acted like she was some kind of slut that would fuck anyone. <br><br>She had tried to get her moods up. And several hours at the hairdresser and then planning to spend time making her makeup perfect was just what would get her in the right mood.<br><br><hr>(http://icons.iconarchive.com/icons/limav/flat-gradient-social/256/Twitter-icon.png) @ KatReynolds #partytime #reunion<br>Getting ready for the hairdresser. Party tonight.<br>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/41/9b/30/419b307225abafc197637193d1565a1f.jpg)<br><hr><br>Kat had stayed at another hotel in town for the past day. She hadn't wanted to check into the Hilton early - a sort of safety should she regret going after all. But when the clock showed 3:45 she found herself entering the limo (http://rosslimo.com/files/2014/04/lincoln_town_car_stretch_limo_black.jpg) after all.<br><br>Had she really chosen to ride in a limo? It wasn't like she'd be unnoticed when she arrived. But then, being unnoticed wasn't what she planed on. She wanted everyone to see her. She wanted them to see what the trailer park thrash had turned out to be. <br><br>The limo arrived at the Hilton and the driver came around to open the door for her. He offered her his hand and Kat stepped out of the car. She told the driver to make sure her luggage were brought to her room and then she made her way inside the hotel. Kat made it inside and handed her fur coat to the girl handling the overcoats and taking her name tag. She wasn't going to ruin her dress by wearing it but she could't help smiling a little at her name on it 'Katie Reynolds', her greatest fear had been proved wrong, she hadn't been put down as Henry... a shiver ran through her. She hated that name, but she was sure she'd hear it several times in the next hours. <br><br>She could already feel several eyes on her as she began to make it to the Ballroom.<br><br>This was her last chance of escaping. She'd just have to go to her room and pretend she was just another ordinary guest at the Hotel. No one would recognize her and she wouldn't have to go to this stupid gathering. Fuck... it was a stupid idea coming here.<br><br>But her legs carried her inside the ballroom. She felt even more eyes on her. A few men that at least faked not to know who she was and a few women that thought she looked like a slut. But that was what she was used to and it really didn't bother her the least. But what was making her uneasy was the general impression that everyone thought she had arrived at the wrong party.<br><br>She looked around the ballroom, slowly realizing she didn't know anyone there. Of course there was perfect Juliet Rhodes. Still looking beautiful and too perfect. Kat smiled, realizing that some of her High School issues with Juliet was that she had been jealous of the girl that was a girl and a perfect one to boot. She wouldn't let that kind of pettiness ruin the evening - plenty of things could do that alright. <br><br>So instead of hiding in the crowd - not really an option when she was dressed the way she was. She walked straight towards Juliet. She was beat to it by a guy that seemed vaguely familiar. Kat was sure she knew him, fuck it, she had checked out every single guy back in high school. But his name eluded her. <br><br>She was a little annoyed that he didn't gave his name to Juliet, but Kat knew that she'd remember him sooner or later. She strode up to Juliet and presented her best smile. "Juliet Rhodes. You look as beautiful as ever. I'm Katie, thank you for doing such hard work tracking me down even with name change and all." She said. But she didn't hug the other woman. She would have loved to but she had already decided that she'd behave herself tonight, no stepping on people's toes and no crossing of personal boundaries. After all it was more than enough for most to have a porn star at a reunion, and a transsexual at that. <br><br>She then looked at the man speaking to Juliet, "Hi there. I'm Katie." She said, politely giving him her hand. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wandering Mind</strong> on <strong>19-01-2018, 17:13:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/44/8b/89/448b894ea5c9f7aabd1b839fc1e7819b.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jon Arc (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13850034#msg13850034)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Traveler's suit (http://CLOTHING URL)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>The entry costs were a little expensive for him since money had been tight.&nbsp; He almost didn't show up.&nbsp; He would rather hangout with his friends rather than this formal getup.&nbsp; Oh well.&nbsp; High school was a mixed bag for him.&nbsp; He loved hanging out with friends, goofing off, and the 'Jon' factor.&nbsp; He worried that everybody else would have left him behind in terms of success.&nbsp; He was finally getting his foot out the door into adulthood.&nbsp; As much as he reveled in being a man-child, living with his mother until last year rankled.<br><br>As he walked into the ball, he grinned when he saw the banquet table.&nbsp; He might as well get his money's worth.&nbsp; He marched over to the table like a man on a mission and started piling his place with food.<br><br>"Yo Evion!" He called, a little too loudly, as one of the few people he recognized on sight, "How's it goin?!"<br><br>It also didn't help that he was horrible with names and faces.&nbsp; The name tags were going to be a saving grace for him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZionVI</strong> on <strong>19-01-2018, 17:41:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/2920a153723ecb0839325321967508c3/tumblr_oplvw8Nk7Y1w6bn9yo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Evion Raymond (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847475#msg13847475)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White suit as pictured (https://78.media.tumblr.com/2920a153723ecb0839325321967508c3/tumblr_oplvw8Nk7Y1w6bn9yo1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jon, Open<br><hr><br>Evion turns with a mouthful of food, fellow comrade raiding the snack table spotted out`ve the corner of his eye. Jumping a foot in the air and casually trying to pass it off, Evions eyes betray the shock zipping inside like a dog off its leash. He simultaneously swallows and leans on the table, varying amounts of success from both and greets the man. “H-hey, ah, I- I`m, yea-yeah?” he covers his mouth with one hand and coughs over the food taking a detour down his throat. Startled eating is not a safe diet. <br>Evion takes a moment and looks over Jon. <br>Jonathan… Jon… Jon? Shit. The kid who wore a dress that one time? That Jon? <br>Evion feels the lightbulb moment above his head when he puts two and two together. One much lankier and one very, very tall in the best way possible. He could only imagine what he himself looks like down memory lane. <br>He stares up at Jonathan, blurry memories of the drifters escapades and that very twingy, very small thing his heart used to do when he spotted him down the hall.<br><br>“Ho-how are, you`re, you ah, y-ou doing, doing well? Hi.”<br><br>Evion snakes a hand in his pocket. Smooth. Smooth. <em>Yeah. I talk for a living.</em> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wandering Mind</strong> on <strong>19-01-2018, 18:09:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/44/8b/89/448b894ea5c9f7aabd1b839fc1e7819b.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jon Arc (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13850034#msg13850034)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>Traveler's suit as pictured (http://CLOTHING URL)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Evion<br><hr>One trait that held over since school was his gravitation towards the quieter folk.&nbsp; Something about that made him want to reach out to them.&nbsp; Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he felt like he was actually being listened to.<br><br>He grinned, “Things are good.&nbsp; Moved out, being a productive member of society as a government drone.&nbsp; Okay, that sounded lame.&nbsp; I think I became lame.&nbsp; Ugh.”<br><br>Jon gave an exaggerated expression of disgust as he looked for a fork and a napkin.&nbsp; Finding them, he turned towards good ol’ E.R.<br><br>“But enough about me.&nbsp; Man, it’s been forever.&nbsp; Love the hair and suit.&nbsp; What have you been up to?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PervCelebre</strong> on <strong>19-01-2018, 18:52:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/15/e1/12/15e11212fa555f1d50dfae30deab69ff--amazing-people-beautiful-people.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Phil Deckland (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847174#msg13847174)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tailored Hug Boss suit with a dark gray pinstripe, white shirt with Seville Row tie and black shiny shoes that dazzle. (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/55/08/1d/55081da1b1fae6eac63f56f77ee1e21b--beautiful-men-beautiful-people.jpg)<br><strong>Location:Registration</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong><br><hr>As Phil Deckland pulled his car to a stop in the parking lot of the Hilton, he smiled to himself. High school had been, for the most part, benign, but he still had ached, nearly every day. He felt alone. Isolated. Like he didn’t fit in because, in a lot of ways, he didn’t. He was smart. Cultured. Or, at least, that’s how he remembered viewing the world. Phil looked at his phone and smiled. He was taking the weekend off of social media, much to his fans’ dismay. But he scrolled through Facebook and saw some of the photos of the ballroom. With all of the shit of high school in his rear view, it had taken him awhile, but he realized that maybe he was too hard on the people around him. He was sure that some of them, some specifically and others he probably hadn’t even met, had been nice to him. But, in 2008 Phil fashion, he hadn’t given them the time of day. He probably assumed they were there to make fun of him or, more likely, that he would have absolutely nothing in common with them.<br><br>He shut his phone and slid it in the pocket of his favorite suit, the one that made him feel like a true man among men, a man to be lusted over. Because, as he got out of the car and straightened his cuffs, that was what tonight was all about, wasn’t it?<br><br>Phil had been a horn dog in high school. He was slightly ashamed of it, looking back. How pathetic he was, how pitiful, how all he wanted was some hot girl to swoop him up, take his virginity, and be his girlfriend forever. It took him getting to college to realize that that wasn’t what life should be about for a teenager. Being a teen, he realized, was all about having fun. Experimenting. Figuring out how life, and all of its aspects, worked. He had written some Young Adult literature, since it was the moneymaking trend at the moment, and had talked to schools and all he could think about was that he hoped those kids in the audience were having a better time in school than he was. It wasn’t a tortured existence.<br><br>But it could have been better.<br><br>That’s why, as he walked into the Hilton and saw...name...cute redhead...perfect girl...always nice...sent out the fucking invite...Juliet!! Was that her? Anyway, that’s why as he walked in and saw her and saw that there were already people inside, he knew that it was time to have an open-mind, be the hot commodity he had become, and have an experience he would never forget.<br><br>“Phil Deckland. How have you been, Juliet?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>19-01-2018, 21:58:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.u2mtv.com/files/actor/9/7/97f4b8ceb7d493913b51f5c63b8d03e9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Juliet Rhodes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847695#msg13847695)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Navy mini-dress and taupe, strappy heels (http://www3.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Viacom+TCA+Summer+2016+azEUeWS62uXx.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Xander, Katie, Phil, Open!<br><br><hr><br>People began to trickle in very shortly after Juliet realized her dance moves were getting a little too loosey goosey. Not wanting to be compared to Elaine from Seinfeld, with her horrific dancing skills, she made herself stop and took to waving and greeting people as they walked inside the ballroom. Some people stopped to chat with her for a brief moment, accepting her extended hug, before making their way deeper inside the ballroom. She was brimming with happiness as she watched a few of her peers stopping each other to introduce themselves to one another, as adults. <br><br>Just as she was thinking about stopping by the bar to collect a Shirley Temple, she heard someone call her name. Juliet turned over shoulder, her wide, vibrant eyes lighting up as they settled on the image of the guy in front of her. He looked so familiar, but it took her a moment to place him. Habitually, she glanced down at his chest for a cheat sheet in the form of a name tag. Unfortunately, one wasn't stuck to his sweater. "Is that you, Xander? Wow. I almost didn't even recognize you!" She cheerily declared, before stepping closer to him and wrapping him up in a hug. <br><br>As she stepped away again, it was in time to see Xander's widening grin. Juliet flashed him a brilliant smile in return. "No need to thank me." Her head shook at the idea as she released a small, contented sigh after gazing at her work. "Thanks, I hope it's not too much," she began, only to see someone else approaching. Juliet turned where she stood, so as to open herself up for more conversation, when Katie stepped up and introduced herself. It was just a moment after she heard the name that it all clicked into place for Juliet. <br><br>"Oh goodness, thank you." She blushed at the compliment. "You look stunning," a hand gestured out in reference to Kat's dress. When she was thanked for tracking Kat down, name change and all, Juliet had to wonder in the back of her mind of Kat felt a little like she had invaded some semblance of her privacy. Somehow, that thought never even occurred to her. Did Kat want no one from her past to know about her transition? Juliet was at a slight loss as she considered all of that, but remembered that she had been thanked and responded accordingly, if a little delayed. "No need to thank me, really." With that, Juliet stepped closer to Kat and wrapped her up into a hug.<br><br>When she stepped backward, it was just a moment later that Katie introduced herself to Xander. "Oh, right. I'm sorry. I guess name tags make you think that there's no need for introductions, but it's a little weird without them, right?" Her nervous laughter seeped out as she gestured to Xander, gently pressing a hand to his arm. "Katie, you remember Xander, don't you?" She then released Xander's arm, her fingers slipping down his sleeve, as she gestured back to Katie. "And Xander, this is Katie." <br><br>She hoped she was doing this right; perhaps her life was a little too sheltered, but she had never introduced a transsexual person before. Still, it felt like the right way to handle it. Katie was a new person, a different person than the person she was in high school - Victor. As such, she should be introduced as someone that Xander wouldn't have remembered from high school... because she wasn't. <br><br>Sweeping onto the scene just then was Phil, who introduced himself just in time to hear the others names as well. "What timing!" Juliet stepped closer to Phil, wrapping him up into a hug, before releasing him and giving him a once over. "You look great!" He had lost a significant amount of weight since the last time she remembered seeing him. Or was it that he had grown into his body a little better since then? Either way, it was then that she noticed the name tags surrounding her, and yet, she didn't have one on. Which might be seen as rather presumptuous of her, when really, she had just forgotten. <br><br>"Geez, I almost forgot!" She announced, though it didn't seem to be directed at anyone in particular, before darting off to the table and grabbing her name tag, then gently pressing it against her dress, between her clavicle bone and her left breast. "Phew! That's better," she chuckled to herself. "Almost made the gravest mistake you can make at a high school reunion. Thank you guys for saving me." Juliet giggled, her cheeks blossoming with a subtle shade of pink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>19-01-2018, 21:59:17</strong>
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				(http://oi63.tinypic.com/x1a613.jpg)<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/86/Paige23HotAVi.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>BuffGrlzRock</strong></span><br><br><br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c8/C-ItTzTXsAE47hZ.jpg)<br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f5/Instafoot.png)<br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>June, 16th 2018</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>BuffGrlzRock</strong></span> Morning workout done.&nbsp; I think I am ready to take on my high school reunion!<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Szandor</strong> on <strong>19-01-2018, 22:16:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/bc/26/de/bc26deca6a1fb6a93eadb16180f0898f--chris-pine-chris-delia.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tanner McCloud (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847272#msg13847272)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Outfit (https://www.thefashionisto.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/Esquire_UK_May_2013_Page_088.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Juliet, Evion(mentioning), Open!<br><hr><br>Eating the salty treat, Tanner wondered if a number of people here here. The couple of friends he had in high school had to be here, somewhere. This was, when nerds like him grow up they change quite a bit, and Tanner McCloud hadn't made it his mission to remember their high school faced in detail either. He looked around the room, and smirked as his gaze landed on each individual. He didn't really connect any dots just yet with Evion, but furrowed his eyebrows at the sight of the blue haired guy. He seemed familiar. Perhaps he had been in a class for a year with this kid? But no... he didn't remember any blue hair, and at the angle they were from each other it was a bit hard to see his face without being pervy.<br><br>Then he looked around some more, and saw Juliet. Wow. He swallowed, just like he did when he as nervous ten years ago, and tapped his asthma inhaler in side his jacket pocket. Right. Juliet had changed, but in all the right ways. If anything, she was even more beautiful than when they had graduated.<br><br>Was that even possible? He was seeing it now, so obviously it was. He looked down to her dress, then the shoes, then back up again. God, he had adored her when he was a kid. And, he had to admit, he hadn't grown out of his attraction. Hopefully he wouldn't stutter and have to take his inhaler half way through a sentence though, and make a fool of himself. Tanner liked to think he was past that.<br><br>Tanner approached Juliet after he had finished the snack, and smirked to her. He had taken the time to wait until everyone else had said their hellos, so he had more of her to himself. He stood before her, and chuckled. "Hello again." He said, then looked down to her name tag. "You uh, you don't need that. I'm sure everyone remembers you, and for all the right reasons." He said. God, that was two complete sentences and a hello! High School Tanner would have given up by now, or been pushed into a locker by a jock.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>19-01-2018, 23:11:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/86/Paige23HotAVi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tabitha “Tabby” Allison (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847247#msg13847247)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Outfit (https://scontent.cdninstagram.com/hphotos-xap1/t51.2885-15/e15/1170465_244081422421699_980893838_n.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Running for the elevator<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kacie<br><hr><br>She was running behind.&nbsp; That wasn’t exactly out of the ordinary for Tabby.&nbsp; Even after ten years and a lot of change one thing that hadn’t changed was Tabitha’s fast and loose definition of punctuality.&nbsp; The mirror stared back at her with pursed lips and furrowed brow.&nbsp; Was it too much?&nbsp; Not enough?&nbsp; Tabitha had errored on the side of too much.&nbsp; It was quite a change from high school where the only dress she had ever worn was to Senior Prom.&nbsp; Sure, she had worn the occasional skirt, but jeans, t-shirts, overalls, those had been her jam.&nbsp; Tie her hair up in a ponytail and shove it through the back of a snapback and she had been good.<br><br>Now carefully plucked eyebrows and dark thick lashes looked over a body sculpted by hard work, pain, sweat and endless hours in the gym.&nbsp; She loved it. Loved pushing herself.&nbsp; Loved setting goals and blowing past them and she loved the way she looked.&nbsp; It wasn’t for everyone and people (mostly dudes) were often more than happy to point out their dislike for her strong form.&nbsp; The black dress fell to her ankles. But a slit ran up the right side of her dress to her mid-thigh that would allow her to move well if she wanted to dance.&nbsp; Tabitha loved dancing. It hugged her waist and bust tightly and had no sleeves so she could show off her muscular arms and back.&nbsp; She tugged a little at her hips settling it in place.&nbsp; Tabitha left her hair down so that it tumbled over her shoulder in waves of sand and corn flower.&nbsp; <br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Rock, rock, rock, rock n' roll high school<br>Well I don't care about history<br>Rock, rock, rock 'n' roll high school<br>Cause that's not where I want to be<br>Rock, rock, rock 'n' roll high school<br>I just want to have some kicks<br>I just want to get some chicks<br>Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock 'n' roll high school</em></span></div><br>The alarm she had set to let her know that she was going to be late blared the Ramones from her phone.<br><br>“Fuck it,” she breathed at the face in the mirror.&nbsp; She snatched up her phone to turn off the alarm and drop it into a black sequined clutch she was going to take and grabbed the black strappy high heels she had yet to put on and hurried out the door. <br><br>Tabby paused and was about to put on her heels when she heard the distant ding of the elevator.&nbsp; “Shit, shit, shit..”&nbsp; she said and began to make as much of a run for it as she could in the tight fitting black dress.&nbsp; She rounded the corner of the hall just in time to see someone disappearing into the elevator.&nbsp; <br><br>“Can you hold the door please!” she called ahead and in a rush appeared inside.&nbsp; “Thanks!” She said immediately resting a hand on the elevator wall and balanced on one foot so she could slip on her heal one at a time. “You are a life saver.” Tabby said as she slipped on the second heel.&nbsp; “I might even be on ti….”&nbsp; Tabby finally looked up and her eyes traveled up very long legs to sumptuous hips and upward until she eventually found a pair of the most lovely grey eyes regarding her.&nbsp; “Umm.&nbsp; Hi. I’m Tabitha,” she said finally standing up straight.&nbsp; Her fingers reaching up to worry a strand of her long blonde hair.&nbsp; It was an affectation she had not gotten over when confronted with a beautiful girl, or woman as the case was now.&nbsp; <br><br>“I hate to be a bother, but I was in a rush and could you finish zipping me?” she asked turning slightly to reveal that she had only zipped her dress about half the way.&nbsp; She had tweaked her shoulder a little at her morning work out and it made reaching behind her back uncomfortable.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had completely forgotten to zip it the rest of the way until she felt a draft from the circulating air in the elevator.&nbsp; The back of a lacy black bra was just visible poking out of the dress along Tabitha’s sun kissed skin.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>20-01-2018, 01:32:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/bd/af/91/bdaf9141835a54694551382cd809ee00.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kacie Rendro (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13846258#msg13846258)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Stupid-tight button fly jeans; (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a6/4c/a3/a64ca31389caafcd099b1b572ef6ba29.jpg) cutout crop top. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/7d/25/0e/7d250e42b1cdfdc5eb274c382cd7b12a.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong>In the elevator, going...down? ;D <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Tabbie; open<br><br><hr><br>"Sure," Kacie said, automatically. The woman, the reality of her as distinct from her slightly panicked-sounding voice from the hall,&nbsp; surprised her a bit. About Kay's height, maybe a tiny bit shorter, she was a blonde, as well- but there the resemblance ended. Kacie was in pretty good shape- she walked all the time, ran when she could, did Pilates when she remembered. Her rideshare, though, looked like somebody had chiseled her out of the side of a mountain, and had quit before really quite polishing her down, she was that cut. Even though her dress didn't reveal that much skin, save for the slit up one side, it couldn't hide the woman's build, especially the power of her bare arms. Where it sat over her butt and clung to her belly, too- clearly, she was some sort of professional athlete. A very serious one, at least.<br><br>It was impressive, for sure, even if she wasn't exactly Kay's type. Not that she'd figured out what her 'type' was, as yet, only that she was somewhat more attracted to girls than guys, one of many things that she had figured out once she had graduated, and the discovery (or, actually, admission) of which had improved her life enormously.. There was a time it would have made Kacie nervous, made her feel shy and inadequate. Instead, now, she let her eyes wander briefly, gave the newcomer a brief warm smile as she finished up with her shoes, then let up on the 'door open' button. Automatically, she hit the one for the lobby, then turned back again.<br><br>"Sure. Turn round."&nbsp; Damn, the girl's back was amazing. Kay slid the zipper up, flipped the tongue down, made sure the stopper was engaged. "There," she said, laying a gentle hand on Tabitha's back, just a reassuring little touch saying 'you're not going to pop out, now.'<br><br>"It looks good on you. Especially showing off your arms- you sure are built." She grinned a grin, and even blushed the slightest bit- it was only pretty recently that she'd gotten to be comfortable with commenting on other folks' appearance. "Kacie," she said, offering a hand. "You on your way to a party? Oh, and sorry- what floor?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangeflower</strong> on <strong>20-01-2018, 02:31:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C6E65K8UoAEtAgc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katie Reynolds (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847310#msg13847310)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Knee length dress, showing almost an outrageous amount of cleavage, 4 inch spike leather boots. (https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C6E65K8UoAEtAgc.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Juliet, Xander, Phil, Open <br><hr><br><br>Katie smiled politely at the compliment and at the cute blush that Juliet got on her cheeks. She could almost feel the sincerity of Juliet's compliment and it took her a little by surprise. That perfect woman didn't realize how good she looked? She had always been someone that Katie had admired but never really dared to approach. Perhaps Juliet wasn't the stereotypical girl that Katie had imagined her in high school. And for the first time she thought that she might see her former class mates in a new light and come out of this ordeal wiser. <br><br>"Of course there's plenty of reason to thank you. I haven't seen anyone here i ten years. So it couldn't have been easy." She said and hugged Juliet back and then looked at Xander as he was introduced. "Oh of course. Xander I remember you." She told him. Honestly she barely recalled anything about him other than she remembered that she had a class mate that had the same name as Buffy's friend. She smiled a little about the name tags. Her own had found it's way to her purse and she'd rather be caught naked in this crowd than wear it - there was nothing justifying ruining her dress. Anyways her name tag wouldn't help anyone - it wasn't as if Katie Reynolds ever went to Westwood High. So she decided that her name tag would stay where it was. If anyone wanted to ask her who she was they were welcome but she guessed she'd have to make a public announcement at some point to avoid answering the same question over and over again. <br><br>Katie looked at the latest arrivals that greeted Juliet. Phil and what was his name? Tanny.... Tanner? There was no doubt about it. The Phil that Katie had had a fleeting interest in ten years back had developed into a handsome man. The other Tanner - that was what his tag said - Kat wasn't sure who he was back in high school, or what he looked like back then. She smiled at the two men and excused herself. "I think I'll see if the bar is as well stocked as the invitation claimed." She left the invitation to join her hanging unsaid in the air. And with that she made her way towards the bar. <br><br>At the bar she stopped and ordered a <em>sex on the beach</em> and then she turned to look at the crowd that was gathering. There was not really any faces other than Juliet that stood out as easily recognizable to Katie. She had hoped that Tabby would attend the reunion, but that did seem more and more unlikely as time progressed. She had also both feared and hoped that Tanya would come. But having followed the woman's career through the social media and remembering her, this could very well be something she'd choose to ditch. She wanted to talk to Tanya, even though it would rip up several old wounds. But she needed to clear her conscience. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangeflower</strong> on <strong>20-01-2018, 03:18:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://pixel.nymag.com/imgs/daily/vulture/2014/10/20/20-ryan-phillippe-cruel-intentions.w529.h529.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Richard Toomes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13851750#msg13851750)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Suit with red shirt. (https://images.hugoboss.com/is/image/boss/hbeu50297076_001_10?$re_fullPageZoom$&amp;wid=1500&amp;hei=2275)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hotel Ballroom <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr><br><br>"Richard Toomes! Get off this phone and get to that party. We'll manage." The words and the voice was Richard's mother. His parents had agreed (or rather convinced him) to take care of the twins for a few days while Richard were at the reunion. It was the first time he would be without the twins for more than a few hours and he had called his mom three times the past hour to make sure everything was in order. <br><br>Richard sighed, of course his mom was right. They'd manage, Tracy and Trevor were the fourth and fifth grandchild his parents had and they had always been the perfect grandparents. Of course they'd be able to handle them. "Alright mom. But remember you can call at any time if there's anything." <br><br>He could almost hear her overbearing smile on the other end of the line, "Of course. Richard. But won get to that party and have fun. Meet your old friends." She said. Even though she didn't say it he knew that she also meant Elisabeth's old friends. That would be the hardest thing to do, to come face to face with the people that had known them back then. They had kept in touch with very few of their old class mates and he wondered how many times he'd have to explain why he came alone. <br><br>He looked at himself in the mirror. The suit was alright but the shirt were a good contrast to the tame black. He liked it and was sure that Elisabeth would have liked it as well. He smiled into the mirror and pushed his glasses up on the nose. "<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">You should have been here tonight baby. This would have been your party</span>." he whispered before turning. He headed towards the door to his hotel room and came out in the hall. <br><br>Richard had checked in after noon but had not left his room since then. Being a lone parent - and to twins - he had learned to take every opportunity to get some extra sleep. So he had fallen asleep on the bed and only woke up half an hour ago. But now he was going to the party as he had promised his mom. <br><br>He took the elevator down and came up to the table with the name tags on. He quickly found his own. He was about to enter the ballroom when he noticed the framed photo of their class. He paused there a little and smiled at Elisabeth. She was so beautiful and to this day he could still wonder how a geek like him could ever catch the attention of someone like her. <br><br>He send her a thought - <em>I love you.</em> And then Richard Toomes entered the ballroom. He looked around at the faces he knew and several he just couldn't place. There was Xander and Tanner talking to Juliet. He suppressed a smile, had Tanner finally gotten over his awkwardness? Did he really speak with his hottest crush? He already looked forward to talking to those two. Then he noticed something that made him raise an eyebrow. Green hair? He immediately thought of one of his students but realized that he knew the face beneath - holy hell. Evion had grown up and that hair actually made him look confident. Evion was talking to someone. Richard recognized the face but couldn't place the name - damn, he would have sworn that he could remember everyone from their class.<br><br>Richard went to the table with food. He took a glass of champagne and some snacks on a plate. And as he tasted the food he noticed someone he was certain he didn't know. There was a woman in the bar that he was certain didn't go in their class. Richard had a knack for recognizing faces and that face he was pretty sure he had never seen before. He shrugged, perhaps he was wrong. There were others like Phil Deckland. He remembered Phil's mom, she had been the math teacher that finally made Richard break through to the mysterious realms of calculus. <br><br>Richard smiled to himself. Perhaps this weren't going to be so bad after all. So many people that he had known and liked. He was looking forward to getting reacquainted with them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZionVI</strong> on <strong>20-01-2018, 03:51:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/2920a153723ecb0839325321967508c3/tumblr_oplvw8Nk7Y1w6bn9yo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Evion Raymond (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847475#msg13847475)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White suit as pictured (https://78.media.tumblr.com/2920a153723ecb0839325321967508c3/tumblr_oplvw8Nk7Y1w6bn9yo1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jon, Open<br><hr><br>Evion grins, an easy substitute for hello I`m dying inside please help. He takes a moment to collect his breath, “Mo-model citizen? You? Never, not, no hadn't thought possi-possible.” The fuzzy, blurred, weirdly angled memories of Jon that float into his mind like polaroids on a really old string don`t confirm or deny. They never talked much.<br>Evion reaches back with a laugh and lays the empty plate on the table, close elbow position for easy access. Every awkward conversation needs getaway food. Every conversation has the potential to be awkward. <br>Fingers idly tap on the tabletop, a beat vaguely mimicking the song playing over the crowd in a hushed atmospheric haze. <br><br>Radio host. Star entrepreneur. Lead vocalist in a hit series. Evion gives a one sided shrug. <br>“I`ve ah, yeah, been-been around. Ten years. Long time. I- how do you even start?” he blows out air, posture relaxing into the conversation.&nbsp; “Cruised the block, bought a block, though a-about kids, Haven`t had kids. Its, that’s uh, its weird to say that, say that about kids… I think I`m an uncle now?”<br>The crowd ebbs and flows with arrivals. Brown eyes flick habitually over the passers by, on the lookout for friends, foe and those he always meant to gather courage to talk to. Masses of people, brunettes, blondes, suits and gowns. Half still tower over him. That at least is a constant. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wandering Mind</strong> on <strong>20-01-2018, 04:09:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/44/8b/89/448b894ea5c9f7aabd1b839fc1e7819b.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jon Arc (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13850034#msg13850034)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Traveler's suit (http://CLOTHING URL)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Evion<hr><br>If Jon was aware Evion's anxiety, he certainly was hiding it well.&nbsp; It was unlikely though since subtlety was not one of his strengths.&nbsp; He was the person to bring the proverbial hammer when a scalpel was needed.&nbsp; Jon started shoving the food into his mouth as he looked around and listened.&nbsp; Man, he had forgotten about E.R.&nbsp; This was great.&nbsp; Already thinking about kids.&nbsp; Seemed a bit soon to be having kids though.&nbsp; Wait, was it too soon?&nbsp; Some people were already married.&nbsp; Wow.&nbsp; That was crazy to think about.&nbsp; Unable to speak at the moment, he just went “Mmmhmm.” <br><br>He was getting kind of curious if there was going to be anybody else that he would recognize.<br><br>He looked over Juliet.&nbsp; She was still as pretty as ever even next to the raven haired bombshell.&nbsp; He smiled, thinking about how Tanner had the biggest crush on her.&nbsp; She was smart, nice, and beautiful.&nbsp; Hard for anybody to not crush on her at any point.&nbsp; Too bad that never happened.&nbsp; Despite his attempts at being his wingman, Tanner was a tough nut to crack, being a shy mess.&nbsp; Still, rumor had it that she was single.&nbsp; A part of him wondered when Tanner would show up.&nbsp; Maybe his old buddy would have another shot.&nbsp; Seeing her talk to other people, he wondered if he should run interference.&nbsp; &nbsp;Seeing as how she organized everything, that was going to be difficult.&nbsp; The old him would have done it anyway.<br><br>It was good to see Phil here.&nbsp; He was the reason he showed up in a suit of all things.&nbsp; Left to his own devices, he would have showed up in shorts and a t-shirt.&nbsp; He wanted to call out to him before he started on a coughing as the shrimp went down the wrong pipe.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZionVI</strong> on <strong>20-01-2018, 04:47:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/2920a153723ecb0839325321967508c3/tumblr_oplvw8Nk7Y1w6bn9yo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Evion Raymond (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847475#msg13847475)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White suit as pictured (https://78.media.tumblr.com/2920a153723ecb0839325321967508c3/tumblr_oplvw8Nk7Y1w6bn9yo1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jon, Richard, Open<br><hr><br>Evion gives a half quirked smile and turns back to the table. God he doesn`t know what half these things are. Cold pressed juices? Vegan cheese? Everything and more is served up here. A pale hand grabs the nearest thing. Deep fried mystery. Evion scrunches his nose and plates it. <br>Wonders whether the girl he took to prom is here. Small and cute and the name is right on the tip`ve the tongue. Is there a tally or statistics for this event, Evion would love to know how many of his class actually got out of town. Or crazier yet, overseas. <br><br>Evion watches classmates approach the bar and the appetisers. Evion 0/ reunion 1. He doesn`t remember half these people. Can`t see their faces from this distance either. Though there`s a small feeling he`d recognise the faces of everyone on top the social pole. Highschool hierarchy is a deeply embedded thing. <br><br>He double takes when he seeing someone verging on familiar. A rough, matured, filled out human that sparks recognition. R…Riley? Robert. Roger. He squints intensely at the nameplate, trying to crane his neck to the side and catch it. <br>The guy whose telescope they used to come over for, who had a girlfriend way outta his league. Never admitted his secrets on that. Evion smuggled so much popcorn over. Tributes never paid off. The memories shoot up like popping candy. Mind – no, heart candy. <br>“Hey, long time no see!”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wandering Mind</strong> on <strong>20-01-2018, 05:27:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/44/8b/89/448b894ea5c9f7aabd1b839fc1e7819b.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jon Arc (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13850034#msg13850034)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>Traveler's suit as pictured (http://CLOTHING URL)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Evion, Richard<br><hr>Jon put the plate down on a nearby table finished his coughing fit.&nbsp; He picked up a cup, filled it with water and returned.&nbsp; He picked up his plate again and looked at the new arrival.&nbsp; Where did he know him from?<br><br>“Hey man,” He looked at the name tag before freezing.<br><br>Oh shit.&nbsp; He didn’t know Richard but he knew his wife, Elisabeth.&nbsp; His oldest sister Bianca used to babysit her.&nbsp; Violet was friends with her.&nbsp; He shared various classes with Elisabeth.&nbsp; She had kids.&nbsp; Oh shit.&nbsp; He has kids.&nbsp; Oh shit.&nbsp; He openly stared as he tried to think of something to say. His natural fallback to humor seemed inappropriate.&nbsp; In a rare moment, he found himself at a loss for words but he certainly tried.<br><br>“D-dude,” He stammered, “Man.&nbsp; I’m sorry for your… you have my condolences,” He smiled lamely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>20-01-2018, 05:37:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://media.gettyimages.com/photos/nbcuniversal-portrait-studio-march-2017-pictured-francois-arnaud-on-picture-id656128140?)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Xander Madar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847336#msg13847336)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured + black converses.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Juliet, Katie, Phil, Tanner, Open<br><br><hr><br>That Juliet recognized him didn't surprise him as much as the hug that immediately followed her greeting in response to his. It was the first time they ever had any sort of proximity, so it felt a bit awkward for Xander, who let it happen nevertheless. She was tiny, ten inches shorted than him, almost a feet. Fanny was taller, so he was used to a different height of hugs. Juliet was rather enigmatic in her own way. <br><br>"No, it's great," he assured her, nodding, when Katie came over to them, saying hello to Juliet and thanking her for tracking her down despite an apparent name change. Juliet exchanged politeness and hugged her, making Xander feel less awkward about their earlier hug. Katie? Didn't ring a bell. Any Katie he remembered from this town didn't look as stunning as her. He smiled and shook the hand she offered. <br><br>"Hey, how's it going?" he returned her greeting, opting for something more appropriate in the context than a 'nice to meet you' if they technically knew each other. A name change though? <em>Maybe she's on witness protection or just hated her name,</em> he thought, the possibility of a sex change not crossing his mind just yet. Juliet took it upon herself to make introductions, putting a hand on his arm as she presented him to Katie, before letting go and pointing to Katie and presenting her to him. Katie claimed she remembered him, but Xander was dubious, not that it mattered much. He expected people would pretend to remember each other all night, reunions were supposed to be like that, no? Instead of pretending he remembered her when he clearly didn't, Xander simply smiled politely in return. <br><br>He was about to excuse himself and let them talk when someone came over and started addressing Juliet. <em>She's gonna get it all night,</em> Xander thought, glancing at the blonde, <em>maybe that's what she gets out of the whole thing...</em> He shrugged to himself, feeling slightly ashamed of his unfounded assumptions, observing the newly arrived guest. Phil Deckland? Damn, he had changed a lot. <br><br>Nodding with a light smile at his direction, it wasn't long until someone else popped up, except it was an even more familiar face this time. Tanner McCloud, looking suave as hell. Xander's eyes widened as he recognized his high school friend, surprised by the makeover. Katie excused herself, declaring she would go to the bar and test the waters there. <br><br>"Hmm, that's a good idea, see you later," Xander said with a warm smile, potentially announcing his later arrival at the bar, before turning towards Tanner, who was talking to Juliet, apparently not noticing who he was yet. <em>Talking to your high school crush so soon?</em> Xander wondered, smirking. <br><br>"Tanner... Where are your glasses, man?" he asked, looking at his attire. "Looking good! Ha, am I the only guy who decided to dress as Jim Halpert?" he joked. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>20-01-2018, 08:30:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cf/3e/5e/cf3e5e4a939ee5be79c0e778cdfea794.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Chrissa Lacie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847394#msg13847394)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black/white halter dress with a pair of clear, high-heeled platform shoes (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a1/b2/92/a1b292b6e7de91153962ea8ffce78c72.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> In her hotel room, running late as <em>unusual</em><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Baylee<br><br>Her plane had been delayed at LAX for nearly two hours.&nbsp; By the time Chrissa picked up a rental at Newark airport and made the drive out to Westwood, her class reunion would probably be well under way.&nbsp; &nbsp;Being late was one of her biggest pet peeves, but the situation was out of her control and she was determined to not let it put a damper on things.&nbsp; She would probably miss the initial kickoff of the evening’s festivities, the mix-and-mingle before dinner, but that might actually work in her favor.&nbsp; She always felt a little more at ease arriving at an event after most of the others were already there as opposed to coming in on the early side and nervously waiting for things to really get going. <br>&nbsp;<br>The five hour flight from Los Angeles gave Chrissa plenty of time to reminisce about her time at Westwood.&nbsp; High school held a few good memories, but there were many times she was made fun of, excluded, talked about behind her back.&nbsp; Mostly, it was her own fault.&nbsp; She made the decision to go on a sex spree adventure, sleeping with just about anyone and everyone who was willing.&nbsp; Jealousy and rivalry between teenage girls could be brutal, and sadly, Chrissa found herself on the wrong side of slut-shaming.&nbsp; What would her classmates think about her now, working in the porn industry?&nbsp; She was still on a sex adventure per se, only now she was getting paid for it.&nbsp; Would anyone recognize her as Lacie Blue?&nbsp; She wasn’t sure.<br><br>The one thing she was sure of, however, was her excitement at getting to see Baylee again, her best friend and confidante throughout high school.&nbsp; Back in the day, Bay was a rough and tough cowgirl who could go toe to toe with anyone who crossed her.&nbsp; But underneath that tough exterior was a real sweetheart. The two of them had only recently started talking on Facebook, getting reacquainted with one another and making plans to meet up at the reunion.&nbsp; <br><br>Arriving at the hotel, the parking lot was almost full, forcing Chrissa to park in Bumfuck, Egypt. She snagged what appeared to be the only parking spot left. <em> “Damn, looks like everyone’s here!”</em> she mused, putting the car in park.&nbsp; &nbsp;Dragging her luggage behind, she briskly walked back through multiple rows of cars, making her way to the front entrance of the hotel.&nbsp; She was huffing by the time she reached the check in desk.&nbsp; They had her reservation waiting, room 720 on the seventh floor.&nbsp; Seven was a lucky number for Chrissa, and she hoped it to be a sign of a great night ahead.<br><br>Being in a bit of a time crunch, she didn’t bother to unpack everything, only the things she had planned on wearing that first evening.&nbsp; Chrissa changed her clothes, re-freshened her make-up, and fixed her hair, all in record breaking time.&nbsp; Suddenly, it felt like a swarm of butterflies fluttering through her stomach.&nbsp; She was feeling a bit more nervous than she had anticipated.&nbsp; Fumbling through her handbag, she found her cell phone and sent a text to Baylee, thinking she might already be in the ballroom waiting for her.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c7/Chat.png)<br><strong>Hey girl! I'm here! Rm#720.&nbsp; Where are you?</strong>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZionVI</strong> on <strong>20-01-2018, 12:52:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/2920a153723ecb0839325321967508c3/tumblr_oplvw8Nk7Y1w6bn9yo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Evion Raymond (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847475#msg13847475)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White suit as pictured (https://78.media.tumblr.com/2920a153723ecb0839325321967508c3/tumblr_oplvw8Nk7Y1w6bn9yo1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tanner, Open<br><hr><br>Evions pocket buzzes with a startled yip from its wearer. Was this the day super powers emerged? From wenst in his trouser pocket? <br><hr>(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c7/Chat.png)<br>+21 773 068 922<br><span class="bbc_u">Number unknown</span><br>Hey loser say hi to everyone for me. <br><hr>Evion rolls his eyes. Pockets his sisters text. <br>She knows he has no idea who she hung out with. Knew he had no idea who was who when they let him tag along back in the day. Sitting in the backseat while your sister dropped you off on her way to a friends was the most mortifying experience a 16-year-old boy could sit through. Think you`re hot shit in senior year? Well lookit that your big sis picking up widdle babyest bro. The drama he never cared about. The gossip he never wanted to know. <br>F off Grey. <br><br>“Tanner!” The shout rises above the din. Evions head whips around with breakneck velocity. <br><br>Evion can`t believe his eyes. Tanner, who revelled with him in all sorts of mischief nerd and, well, there`s no otherwise. The hours they spent together, the notes written in secret code during class, the countless video game levels they beat together. Now he looked like the kind of person that`d be on the game box. <br>Handsome, devilishly so, rocking a body he`s finally grown into. Evion looks at him and barely sees the geeky kid who had to take a puff of his inhaler every third sentence. Whose acne was only as bad as his attempts to even write a letter to Juliet. <br>Old friend. Buddy. Pal. Amigo. <br><br>He smiles, a genuine, wide smile.<br>Evion excuses himself from the snack entourage and hightails through the mingling crowd. Steps on someones foot, bumps a waiter, has double realisation partway through. He knows that voice. A pitched, higher voice but unmistakable. Xander!<br><br>Evion blunders out of the way of a young couple- a not-together-a-decade-ago couple – and up to his childhood friends. Any words are cut off by momentum and suddenly he`s headfirst into Tanner back. There never was a quieter, subtler crash. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>20-01-2018, 17:16:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.u2mtv.com/files/actor/9/7/97f4b8ceb7d493913b51f5c63b8d03e9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Juliet Rhodes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847695#msg13847695)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Navy mini-dress and taupe, strappy heels (http://www3.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Viacom+TCA+Summer+2016+azEUeWS62uXx.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Xander, Katie, Phil, Tanner, Open!<br><br><hr><br>After her comment about the name tags, Juliet couldn't help but to notice that neither of the two she was speaking with had theirs on. That realization caused her to frown slightly. She wondered if others would ignore the name tags she took so long to prepare. Not that everyone needed one, she supposed. But, ten years was a long time - odds were, very few of them still looked like they did in their senior pictures. <br><br>With her lips pursed together as Katie and Xander said their hello's to each other, Juliet took a moment to glance around at the growing crowd, trying to find a glimpse of at least one other name tag affixed to someone's outfit.<br><br>It wasn't long before someone else started to approach, seemingly aimed straight for Juliet, rather than the others circled around her. Her emerald gaze flicked upward to meet with the incoming guest. Admittedly, her lids narrowed and her nose scrunched slightly as she tried - and failed - to place him, immediately. "Hello," she giggled the word, a warm smile spreading across her lips, despite not being certain who she was re-meeting. <br><br>At his words, along with the gesture to her name tag, which he deemed an unnecessary accessory, Juliet's smile stretched a little wider. The apples of her cheeks tinged with an ever so faint shade of pink, as her lips parted to respond, though a flattered chuckle was what escaped.<br><br>She was just about to ask for his name, but in the moment, could think of no way to do so without seeming as if she had completely forgotten him from ten years ago. Shortly thereafter, Katie excused herself in favor of the bar, which made Juliet's attention turn back to her. "Oh, if it isn't, you be sure to let me know," she pointed a finger at the bar, her brows raising as if to suggest that there would be trouble if that counter was not fully stocked and supplied. Not that she was planning to partake in drinking, anyway. "I'll see you again later," Juliet called out to Katie, offering her a wave, before Xander then spoke up.<br><br><em>Tanner,</em> he said. Wait -- Tanner?! Juliet's brows knitted together as she seemed to reexamine the man in front of her - who she had yet to properly greet, because he had caught her so off guard. She was thinking that she would be the one to recognize everyone, or at least, nearly everyone. Then again, if this guy was Tanner, there was no feasible way she could have ever predicted that he would grow up and turn into such a... fox. <br><br>Juliet gulped, feeling her throat closing in just a bit. In an effort to downplay her sincerely stunned response to the revelation that the man in front of her was the same guy who had an asthma attack every time he tried to speak to her, she turned to regard Xander once again, laughing at his remark. "Hey! Watch it. Jim was hands-down my favorite character." There was a jesting tone in her voice, displaying a hint of playfulness, despite her words being incredibly true. <br><br>Just as she was about to turn back to Tanner and greet him properly - with a hug, as she had been giving those out to everyone who greeted her - he, instead, lunged at her after being shoved into from behind. Tanner barreled into Juliet, who overcompensated to try and avoid getting clobbered, which actually made her somehow trip on her own heel, causing her arms to flail gracefully - as graceful as one could be while tumbling, anyway. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>20-01-2018, 17:50:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/78/e8/1c/78e81c239dea1f3c6ffbfdb6187d4872.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Autumn Lanche (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13846241#msg13846241)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (https://i.imgur.com/PM9GIZX.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom (Why, again?)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All of the alcohol at the bar (Open)<br><br><hr><br>Autumn had never really considered herself to be a sadomasichist before. But, after opting to go to her ten year reunion (when backed into a corner about it by literally everyone who knew it was coming up) she figured she must have been into some serious torture. Maybe something was wrong with her. <br><br>Clearly, this was not a good idea, and no part of it was going to be fun. Except for all the free drinks. And considering she'd be spending her evening trapped in a room with the rest of her graduating class, alcohol was more necessary than air, to be able to get through it.<br><br>Just the invitation alone caused her to gag when she saw it. Especially considering the accommodations with a hotel room and complimentary breakfast the following day. She wasn't sure if every one of her peers suddenly dug up a bunch of buried treasure or received a large inheritance from their bubby's, to be able to afford that. But, what she did know, was that she could not. <br><br>Frankly, the outfit she bought at some stupid store at the dreaded mall, had already set her back. Meaning, she had to drive herself there in her shitty, beat-up, tan-on-brown Vista Cruiser. After parking and seeing how packed it was, Autumn released a long, long sigh. Shifting into park and turning off the engine, she flipped the visor down and looked at herself in the mirror. <br><br>"'Kay, so. You just. You just walk in there, and gun it for the bar." She made a stern face at her reflection. "No distractions." Her reflection nodded back at her. "Good. Besides, you're like, super charming when you've had too much to drink." In response, her reflection winked back at her. Autumn smirked, then pulled herself from the car and entered the hotel.<br><br>The ballroom wasn't hard to find, since there were chalkboard signs all over the lobby, and the horrendous music pumping from the only room with its double doors open, was where all those arrows were pointing. "I'm guessing it's right here?" She sarcastically mused to no one, before strutting inside. <br><br>Someone tried to point out the name tag table to her, but Autumn ignored them and shook her head furiously, biting at her lips to keep from speaking, as she raced to the bar in the back. Once there, she all but collapsed against the edge of the counter. The bartender there gave her a look like she was crazy - she was used to those looks. "Can I... help you, Miss?" He asked, skeptically.<br><br>Autumn shot upright and nodded to him as if it was a matter of the utmost importance. "Um, yeah." Her tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth, dryly. "Can I get some alcohol?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangeflower</strong> on <strong>20-01-2018, 20:03:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C6E65K8UoAEtAgc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katie Reynolds (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847310#msg13847310)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Knee length dress, showing almost an outrageous amount of cleavage, 4 inch spike leather boots. (https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C6E65K8UoAEtAgc.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Autumn, Open <br><hr><br>The music was playing and more and more former class mates arrived. Katie began to wonder to herself why she had really decided to go to this event. It wasn't like she would have been missed if she didn't show up. There were only two people she really had any interest in seeing, Tabby - but she still had sporadic contact with the female power house, and then there was Tanya - she really wanted to apologize to Tanya. Kat had felt in large parts that it was her fault that their small group of Henry, Tabby and Tanya were broken up. She just couldn't come to toes with Tanya sleeping with Victor back then. Kat had later realized that the reason she really got mad at Tanya was because she had a major crush on Victor, even after he beat her up. She had also known that Victor would never ever have any interest in the outsider kid Kat was back then. <br><br>Kat sipped her drink and smiled to herself. Perhaps that was one of the other reasons why she wanted to come. She wanted to show characters like Victor that even the freaky trailer trash kid could make something in the world. She rarely had a mean streak, but she wanted to rub a few noses with her success. <br><br>Then she noticed another woman making it for the bar. There was no doubt that this was Autumn. That girl had been just as much an misfit as Henry had been back then. But Katie didn't really remember much about her. It wasn't like they ever touched the same circles. To be honest she never knew what circles Autumn did touch. <br><br>Kat sighed as Autumn order a drink. She was here already. So why not try to get to know some of the misfits that she didn't get to know back then. Tomorrow all the pain would be over anyways. So she walked over next to the woman and placed her drink on the bar. She smiled at her and said, "Hi there. You are Autumn - right? It's good to see that I'm not the only one in the bar." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>21-01-2018, 00:07:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/86/Paige23HotAVi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tabitha “Tabby” Allison (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847247#msg13847247)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Outfit (https://scontent.cdninstagram.com/hphotos-xap1/t51.2885-15/e15/1170465_244081422421699_980893838_n.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Running for the elevator<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kacie<br><hr>“Thanks.&nbsp; You’re a life saver.” Tabby said turning around to let the very attractive woman help zip her up.&nbsp; “I hurt my shoulder this morning and it wasn’t making getting that done up easy.”&nbsp; She said feeling the woman’s had lingering on her back for a beat or two.&nbsp; Tabby certainly didn’t mind. She turned to see those lovely grey eyes wander a little which brought a smile to her freshly painted lips.&nbsp; <br><br>“Thank you.”&nbsp; She said and posed a little with her hands on her hips, one hip popped a little so her toned thigh peeked through the slit up the side. Then gave a little turn so Kacie could see all of her in the dress. If she really was interested in looking Tabby was interesting in being looked at.&nbsp; <br><br>“You look pretty amazing yourself.&nbsp; Nice to meet you Kacie.” Tabitha took Kacie’s hand and gave it a firm shake. <em> ‘My God those hips are amazing.’</em>&nbsp; Tabby thought.&nbsp; <em>‘And she’s blushing.&nbsp; Well, well, well…’</em><br><br>“Yeah.&nbsp; I am going to meet some old friends.&nbsp; I’m probably way overdressed for it,” she admitted.&nbsp; “Honestly I wasn’t sure if I was going to go to this dinner thing or not until yesterday.”&nbsp; Tabby was a little hesitant to say the words reunion.&nbsp; That would kind of be admitting that she was almost 30 and she just didn’t want to do that in front of this absolute cutie she was shaing the elevator with.&nbsp; I mean sure she could play it off as a five-year reunion, but really nobody goes to those.&nbsp; I mean you are basically the same person.&nbsp; Everyone would be in college or just graduated from college.&nbsp; There may be the occasional pregnancy or marriage or maybe like Tabitha the hey all I’m the lesbian you always thought I was, but really that was about it.&nbsp; At least the 10-year offered up some surprises.<br><br>“Lobby is fine.”&nbsp; She added answering Kacie’s question.&nbsp; “Though I suppose it isn’t too late to ditch this dinner for the hotel bar,” Tabby said with a sly little smile.&nbsp; “If I had the proper kind of distraction of course.”&nbsp; &nbsp;Tabitha flipped her hair back over one shoulder again.&nbsp; “So just visiting someone or here for business?” she asked clearly thinking Kacie was exactly the kind of distraction she wouldn’t mind keeping her from all of this reunion stuff and having no idea that she was headed for the very same dinner..&nbsp; As much as Tabby wanted to see Kat and Tonya again she doubted they would care if she got distracted by such a lovely as Kacie here. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>21-01-2018, 01:48:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/bd/af/91/bdaf9141835a54694551382cd809ee00.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kacie Rendro (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13846258#msg13846258)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Stupid-tight button fly jeans; (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a6/4c/a3/a64ca31389caafcd099b1b572ef6ba29.jpg) cutout crop top. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/7d/25/0e/7d250e42b1cdfdc5eb274c382cd7b12a.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong>In the elevator, almost to the lobby<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Tabbie<br><br><hr><br>"Thanks." Kacie's eyes crinkled a bit as she gave Tabitha another small grin, this one a bit more on the wary side. That was yet another thing that had changed: now, she knew when she was being flirted with, and was OK with it. She knew a fair number of people thought she was good-looking, could accept it without it becoming an ego thing, or, worse, triggering her old teenage 'ewwwww SEX!?!' reactions. She had to admit, she wondered what it would be like, feeling all that muscle move under her hands, that powerful body against hers...she chuckled quietly. Old Kacie would have totally FLIPPED if she'd thought about things like that. Even with a guy. With another woman, she'd have had a heart attack.<br><br>It was an attractive fantasy, but she wasn't much on random pickups. Not that she expected to find True Love with...well, with anyone, just yet, but random sex with a stranger just wasn't a thing she was interested in. However intriguing she (or he, yeah, even a he) might be."I suspect you wouldn't have any trouble finding someone," she reassured Tabitha. "Though you might intimidate a few of them." She laughed lightly, patting the woman's strong forearm, to show she was mostly joking, as she eased her hand out of her grip.<br><br>"I kind of wish I could get out of my commitment, too," she confessed. "But it'd be pretty lame. Ten-year reunion. Jeez, if you'd asked me even five years ago, I'd have said never in a million years would I come out. But there are one or two people I'd like to see, sooo..." Her soft voice stayed totally matter-of-fact, and she shrugged. "I'm one of those folks who doesn't have real great memories from school. Yet here I am."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wandering Mind</strong> on <strong>21-01-2018, 04:17:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/44/8b/89/448b894ea5c9f7aabd1b839fc1e7819b.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jon Arc (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13850034#msg13850034)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Traveler's suit as pictured (http://CLOTHING URL)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<hr><br>Jon winced at his bumbling with a guy that he barely knew.&nbsp; It shouldn’t have been a surprise that E.R. left.&nbsp; He was regretting opening his big mouth.&nbsp; Stupid stupid stupid!<br><br>“Hey, I’m sorry.&nbsp; I know I’m not the best with tact,” He scratched the back of his head, “I didn’t mean to drudge up stuff or draw attention to it.&nbsp; You have a lot going on.&nbsp; Elisabeth was a friend of the family and…”<br><br>He looked around as if trying to find the words, “And she’s going to be missed.&nbsp; It sucks.&nbsp; It sucks so much.&nbsp; And I'm probably making this worse.&nbsp; I'm sorry.&nbsp; I should go.”<br><br>The tall man shook his head and swallowed the lump that felt like it was forming in his throat, "I'll see you around."<br><br>Jon retreated before he could hear a response.&nbsp; He almost went over to Phil until he realized this wasn't something he wanted to bring to his friend's attention.&nbsp; Not even twenty minutes into the reunion and he was putting his foot in his mouth.&nbsp; What was wrong with him?&nbsp; Man, he needed a drink.&nbsp; The tall man walked over to the open bar, barely registering the two women that were there.&nbsp; He set his plate on a nearby table.<br><br>"Hey man.&nbsp; Could I get a drink&nbsp; Some rum?&nbsp; You know what?&nbsp; Forget that.&nbsp; Do you have John Crow Batty Rum?"&nbsp; He spoke with the bartender.<br><br>The bartender asked, "There's a number of drinks I know with that like the..."<br><br>"No no." Jon interrupted, "Just give it to me straight up."<br><br>"Are you sure?" The bartender asked.<br><br>"Just do it," He reached into his wallet and tipped the man a dollar before he downed the drink.&nbsp; He coughed repeatedly afterwards, "I am such an idiot."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>21-01-2018, 04:56:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/0d/bf/43/0dbf43b373a342d626d1bd4089266698--marlon-teixeira-candies.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> "Danny" Dannings (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13854701#msg13854701)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as pictured with dark brown dress shoes<br><strong>Location:</strong> Smoking area outside<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>No sooner had Danny arrived, than he pulled a cigarette free from the pack of Marlboro Red's, and tucked it against his lips. Stepping out of his car and replacing his keys inside his back pocket, Danny fished out a lighter and flicked the end until it sparked to life. With a deep inhale, he returned his plain white lighter to his other back pocket, where his wallet was located. Casually strolling closer to the smoking area, Danny glanced around the parking lot for any others - anyone he may have recognized.<br><br>Truth was, he didn't expect to recognize many people. High school was a messy blur. <br><br>His head dipped backward as a stream of pluming clouds raised into the early evening, twisting and winding against the humid breeze. By the time he reached the smoking section, which was basically just a collection of fancy benches and two stands to deposit the butts, Danny absently continued walking in a small circle. He took his time with the smoke, not really in any sort of a rush. It wasn't that he was dreading the evening. Just, he wasn't sure what to anticipate. It took a great deal of effort to keep from bringing his guitar along with him, as a sort of comfort. <br><br>But, he had to remind himself when he was packing for the trip, the reunion was not a gig. Thoughtfully, he took another long drag and watched as the smoke filtered away from him and stretched, trying to reach the darkening, back-lit sky.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>21-01-2018, 05:42:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/TkNo2mb.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ashleigh Slater (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13854315#msg13854315)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> (as pictured)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Autumn (Mellific)<br><br><hr><br>Ashleigh took a deep breath. She wasn't worried for the normal reasons a woman would be before her ten year reunion. Looks? Bah, she gorgeous and she knew it. Money? She had enough, not a ton but not so little that she was insecure about it. Fame? Eh, she had her name in a few movie credits. That was more than most (though definitely not all) of her class.<br><br>So why was she so nervous? Sex addiction therapy. Part of which was apologizing to those you'd hurt, but in a manner that didn't expose the company paying for her therapy to any lawsuits. It was a delicate line to walk. She needed to apologize and be genuine without getting into any of the gory details. <br><br>She checked her purse for her happy pills and medical pot brownies. Yup. They they were. She wasn't sure what exactly they were but her herbal psychiatrist had said to take one if the pressure got to be too much. For instance if she started having urges again. Ha, fat chance of that she'd said, these girls weren't <em>that</em> great looking in high school and they're probably all super fat now. No big deal. I go in, apologize, cry it out, and then never see most of them again. Just like most high school reunions right?<br><br>She glanced at her reflection. Perfect. But she knew that. She checked her phone. Damn. The apology app sure had a lot of names on it. Well. Time to get this show on the road.<br><br>The nametag booth was cute and quaint and she smiled big and said her exaggerated heeeeey to the girl sitting behind it whose name she would never have remembered in a million years if it wasn't right there on her matronly bosom. See, she'd gained weight. No risk of getting too touchy feely. This would be easy. She walked in with her 'Ashleigh' nametag proudly displayed and glanced around and - dammit.<br><br>Four people she needed to apologize to. All talking to each other. Okay. Fine. She would just have to wait until they split up. Where to hide until - fuck hiding open bar!!!!<br><br>She walked to it quickly moving her muscular frame easily in the four inch heels she sat her purse on the bar. "Vodka, rocks." She slapped down a big bill to encourage it in coming quicker. <br><br>She glanced to her side. "Oh fuck. Autumn?" She said. <br><br>Not that she wouldn't recognize her anywhere, but the girl had barely aged and looked fantastic!!<br><br>She glanced a bit further and saw a rather pretty girl in a killer dress. No nametag so she figured this was someone's wife. She glanced at the hands, no ring. Okay, girlfriend? There was something vaguely familiar about her but she'd remember a girl like that from high school. Hell, she'd remember a girl like that intimately. She squinted at her a little though. Maybe someone's sister? "Hey." She said after looking at her for a second or two just to be polite. She obviously didn't recognize her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>21-01-2018, 06:05:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/13/2a/4c/132a4c20df60f8421cea6e7640be0e74.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sierra Lonnegan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13854605#msg13854605)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside<br><strong>Mood music:</strong> Norikiyo - 何で？ (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HOkoLFycMrY)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Danny, Open<br><br><hr><br>Sierra was jogging on the sidewalk, trying her best not to fall with her high heels on. She was wearing the only dress she possessed, a simply designed gray thing, a cheap black purse hanging from her right shoulder. Her right hand was taking hold of the strap, so it wouldn't fall off. She was late, just getting off work and having enough time to go home and get dressed, making sure with a call her parents would babysit Matthew for the evening. She was looking forward to the reunion and to see people from her high school again. <br><br>Arriving near the front entrance, in the smoking area, she stopped, exhausted after her impromptu physical exercise in the worst conditions imaginable. Her feet were hurting, but she figured a cocktail would chase the pain away. She noticed a man was out, smoking casually, looking dashing with his green pants and blue shirt. <br><br>"I'm late, aren't I?" she rhetorically asked the man, before sighing, while catching her breath. She was leaning forward, both hands on her thighs, her knees slightly flexed, her chest moving out and inward as she inhaled and exhaled deeply. Sighing again, she took a tissue out of her purse to wipe up the sweat on her forehead, which she then disposed of in the trash can next to the entrance. Glancing at the man timidly, she realized he was Danny. She never really talked to him but she knew of him, although not as a <em>cigarette</em> smoker. She wasn't really fond of the smoke herself, but she was used to it, knowing too many people who were. <br><br>"Danny, is that you?" she asked him after calming down, straightening her back, hoping he would remember her. She realigned a strand of hair behind her ear, smiling nervously in the process. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chasseybaby</strong> on <strong>21-01-2018, 06:07:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/lwTw3jW.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Baylee Rocywood (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13846596#msg13846596)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;A flowing balck thin stripped dress, a pair of sandled heels and a large black handbag (https://i.imgur.com/KVBOPQX.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> In her room on the phone, trying to finsh up to join the others<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chrissa<br><hr><br>Baylee rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time that day as her Uncle droned on and on about something or another. She was lucky he liked listening to himself for she was able to get ready while he went over the new numbers for the upcoming talent she had scouted out for him two months ago. She looked herself in the mirror and smiled at how the little black dress she bought fitted her so nicely. Back in high school, she won't have been caught dead in a dress, even for Prom it took a lot of bribery (and alcohol) to get her into one. Flipping her long hair as she moved back into the bedroom, she had arrived a few days ago curious to see her old hometown and wondered what it was like now ten years later. The old house was still abanded and Bay took a chance and was able to sneak in and reminisce in her childhood. Creaky floor boards, measurements of her growth over the years, even the old pinao they couldn't sell set sat in the house. Everything outside was overgrown and was more a jungle then a backyard. The barn was no better, it looked as if the land had been bought and was about to be laid out to be turned into a carpark or minimart. She could recall every single barn party she had thrown while her daddy was away. Everyone who was eveyone had come, (ya know free beer and all). So many fond memories she left here. Some good and some not so good. One of them being her felling off the roof and breaking her arm duting one of those set parties. She came down the hill and smiled as she saw what made her climb that old wooden barn. She was quick to sneak under the yellow construction tape and steal the lucky horseshoe that everyone dared each other to touch at the top of the barn to receive a kiss from the person they liked. Only a lucky few were brave enough or stupid enough to climb the rafters to do so. Bay was running and laughing as she clutched the horseshoe in her hand the yelling of workmen behind her fueling her good mood. She looked down at shoe that was now resting on her hotel desk and traced the worn ridges of it. How would tonight play out? She wasn't so sure people would recognize her unless she was shit faced and dancing on tabletops or doing body shots. Either that or she was pranking subs or harassing boys who would pick on her friends. She covered her red face with her cool hands to calm herself down. It had been ten years she had to remind herself. People could change...<br><br><strong>"Baylee Ann Roycewood, are ya listening to me?!"</strong> Bay shook her head and sighed, putting her Uncle off mute, <strong>"Yes Uncle Ray..."</strong> she said in a monotone voice as she frowned at the heels she held in one crooked finger. <strong>"Baby, I'm sorry, it just that I'm a mess when ya not here orginzing all this. When will ya be back in town?"</strong> Bay dropped the shoes and glared at the phone. <strong>"I told ya da I'd be back Sunday night, ask Minnie for help. She knows where to find all my files and is more den happy to help you."</strong> She giggles as she heard her Uncle get a bit flustered when she mentioned his office crush over the phone. <strong>"Look, Uncle Ray, I gotta go. dis party starts and I'm already gunna be late as is. I love ya and Ill see ya soon. Bye now."</strong> She blew him some kisses and hung up and nearly dropped her phone when she saw the time. <strong>"God Damn It."</strong> She slipped the heels on and grimaced at how uncomfy they were. At home, she never had to dress up for anything, unless it was a special dinner which wasn't often. Living in Nashville dressing up was done with a bit of country class. Boots were an acceptable shoe to wear with any outfit and Bay loved evey minute of it. She pouted at her boots that sat in the corner and debated for half a minute before sighing in defeat. <strong>"Dis better worth it..."</strong> She huffed and tied the straps of her heels. Taking a few awkward steps around the room till she got her bearing, she picked up her bag and made sure she had all her things before leaving the room. Baylee hit the elevator button, walked into the empty shaft and punched the L button while watching the mirror doors slid shut. She checked her phone and decided to do a post for her friends back at Tooties since they wouldn't believe Miss Baylee Roycewood was all dolled up for her high school Reunion. <br><br><hr>(http://static.adweek.com/adweek.com-prod/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2013/04/facebook-logo.png)(https://i.imgur.com/LNiy0Uw.jpg?1)<br><strong>Baylee Rocyewood:</strong> Off to my High school reunion, high heels on and head held high! Yes I said High heels... Lord help me <strong>#TootiegirlsNash</strong><br><hr><br>Bay swallowed the lump in her throat as she stepped off the elevator and made her way over to the ballroom. She faltered a few times trying her best to find her balance in the new shoes. Just then she felt her phone ding as a new message came through. Her face lit up as she saw it was a message from her bestie, Chrissa. She smiled and rolled her eyes as she typed up a quick reply. <br><br><hr><br>(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c7/Chat.png)<br>OMG, no worries girl, Uncle Ray had me on the phone all afternoon. I just made it down to the Lobby myself. It looks like people are straggling in... Do you need help getting ready? <br><br><hr><br>She hit the send button and looked up and down the corridor waiting for her to reply back unsure if she should enter or go back toward the elevators. <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangeflower</strong> on <strong>21-01-2018, 06:20:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C6E65K8UoAEtAgc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katie Reynolds (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847310#msg13847310)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Knee length dress, showing almost an outrageous amount of cleavage, 4 inch spike leather boots. (https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C6E65K8UoAEtAgc.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ashleigh, Autumn, Open <br><hr><br>Katie noticed the woman approaching the bar. That was Ashleigh, Ashleigh fucking Slater. She looked even better than she did back in high school. <em>Shit </em>- someone she'd need to speak to. Right up there in the category with Tanya. Wasn't she in prison or something? <br><br>Ashleigh came right up to the bar where Autumn and Katie were standing. Those long legs in those heels were amazing. And that dress was just - wow. She saw the woman in a light she had never before. Back in high school she was really just interested in guys. However her work had forced her to widen her tastes a bit. Ashleigh was hot and she had likely always been that. <br><br>Katie looked at her and raised her glass, "Good to see you." She said. She wanted to see if there was any recognition. "You look as beautiful as ever Ashleigh." She said and put out her hand, "I guess you don't remember me, but I'm Katie."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Szandor</strong> on <strong>21-01-2018, 06:35:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/bc/26/de/bc26deca6a1fb6a93eadb16180f0898f--chris-pine-chris-delia.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tanner McCloud (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847272#msg13847272)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Outfit (https://www.thefashionisto.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/Esquire_UK_May_2013_Page_088.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Juliet, Xander, Evion<br><hr><br>Juliet had said hello to him, like the polite and gorgeous-natured person she evidently still was, but Tanner could tell there was something that wasn't clicking. Did she not recognize him? It wouldn't be unheard of, considering how different he looked. Tanner no longer wore clothes to hide himself, nor did he have big cheap glasses and last but not least he could speak to women. That was something that took time; talking to those of the opposite sex. It took him having a wife and having to talk to all of her many friends, the kind of friends that acted like a wolf pack whenever he did something remotely offensive or inappropriate.<br><br>But for now, Juliet seemed to be responding to him fine even though she likely didn't now who he was. She smiled, and then Tanner's name was called. Tanner looked behind him, and grinned as Xander - his old high school buddy - came up and asked where his glasses were. Tanner shook the man's hand, and chuckled. "Xander! I got contacts. I'm on my own payroll now, right? I'm allowed to get the good stuff." He opened one side of his jacket and smirked. "Still got terrible lungs though." He tapped the pocket with the inhaler in it. "No getting around that."<br><br>Juliet made a comment to Xander, and Tanner took the opportunity to defend her to get his 'charming points' up. He opened his mouth to warn Xander about offending the prettiest girl in the room, but all of a sudden he was bumped into from behind. The man toppled, and fell straight into Juliet.<br><br>It would have been a horrifying moment for his ego if he hadn't of seen Juliet start to fall from the bump she got. Tanner didn't have time to think as he grabbed her - one hand on her waist and the other on her back -&nbsp; to stop her from crashing to the ground. Once he realised where his hands were he looked to her eyes, then smiled somewhat nervously and shrugged his shoulders. "I know I'm not pathetic anymore, but there's o reason to fall for me just yet."<br><br>The joke was terrible. He was a terrible comedian, so thank the Lord he didn't pursue stand-up improvisation comedy as a career. Thank God he just ran a business and made coffee six days a week. Tanner righted Juliet, then took his hands from her and held them up in mock surrender. "I uh... I am so sorry."<br><br>Tenner chuckled a little, and looked behind him to see who had bumped into him. When he saw the blue hair he smirked, and furrowed his eyebrows as he took in the smaller man's face. He abruptly recognised him, but not because of who he was in school. "Coffee K-pop guy!" He then looked back to Juliet and Xander, and went a little pink across his cheekbones. He looked back to Evion. "You're the guy who always gets coconut milk in your Latte. Dude..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>21-01-2018, 07:03:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/86/Paige23HotAVi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tabitha “Tabby” Allison (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847247#msg13847247)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Outfit (https://scontent.cdninstagram.com/hphotos-xap1/t51.2885-15/e15/1170465_244081422421699_980893838_n.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hitting the Lobby<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kacie<br><hr>Tabitha never lost her sly little smile.&nbsp; It seemed to be a letdown which was really too bad since Kacie was gorgeous and spending some time getting to know her seemed a perfectly good reason to not go to the reunion, but apparently that wasn’t in the cards.&nbsp; And yet delicate fingers rested on her bicep for a moment or two just like the one on her back had. An extra touch at odds with Kacie’s words. She laughed a laugh like silver bells.&nbsp; It was very girlie and very feminine coming from a woman of Tabitha’s build.<br><br>“Well there is finding someone and finding someone worth spending the time with.” Tabby returned with a smile releasing the beautiful blonde’s hand.&nbsp; “Yeah that happens a lot actually.” She added.&nbsp; Tabitha intimidated a lot of people.&nbsp; Finding partners wasn’t at all as easy as Kacie might have thought.&nbsp; She had no interest in guys and most of them outright feared a woman that looked like she could beat them up and others thought her muscular body was ugly or unladylike.&nbsp; <br><br>Women were different.&nbsp; They either thought she was ugly and manly or that masculine strength was appealing in a confusing way that might make them question themselves.&nbsp; They thought she was a curiosity and being looked at that way wasn’t exactly something anyone should want.&nbsp; Being a sexy freak was still being a freak after all.<br><br>Tabitha hadn’t made the connection between Kacie and the reunion.&nbsp; That wasn’t exactly a surprise.&nbsp; Tabby had a very small group of friends and then there was Ashleigh and pretty much everyone else. Many of whom would not have looked twice in Tabby’s direction.&nbsp; Still she was surprised she didn’t remember Kacie.&nbsp; She had a body that you do not forget.<br><br>“Wait.&nbsp; Westwood High?&nbsp; Class of 2008?” Tabitha asked and seeing the realization in Kacie’s eyes she laughed that light laugh again.&nbsp; “Oh shit.&nbsp; Really?&nbsp; Um don’t worry. I wasn’t exactly a popular kid so you probably wouldn’t remember me so don’t feel bad.&nbsp; I wasn’t a real fan of high school either.”&nbsp; She said not wanting Kacie to feel bad for not knowing who she was.&nbsp; Tabitha had changed a lot in ten years.&nbsp; <br><br>“But on the bright side.&nbsp; It isn’t too late to get that drink with me if you want.&nbsp; We can protect each other from all of those people we really don’t want to see,” Tabitha was only half joking about that as the elevator dinged and the doors to the lobby opened.&nbsp; “I bet they have an old year book around.&nbsp; I can even show you my hideous senior picture,” It really was bad.&nbsp; She was skinny and gangly and that even showed in her face.&nbsp; “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” Tabby joked and slipped an arm into Kacie’s “Shall we?&nbsp; Or we can both make a run for it.&nbsp; I know a club or two around town?”&nbsp; She wasn’t really serious about the later now, but if Kacie wanted to get a drink with her at the reunion she was more than willing to get to know this girl she hadn’t known in high school.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>21-01-2018, 10:40:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cf/3e/5e/cf3e5e4a939ee5be79c0e778cdfea794.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Chrissa Lacie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847394#msg13847394)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black/white halter dress with a pair of clear, high-heeled platform shoes (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a1/b2/92/a1b292b6e7de91153962ea8ffce78c72.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Lobby <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Baylee<br><br>Pacing back and forth in her room, Chrissa anxiously waited to hear back from Baylee.&nbsp; &nbsp;She hoped that Bay hadn’t changed her mind and backed out of coming right at the last minute.&nbsp; Reunions were meant to be a joyous occasion, a chance to reconnect with old friends, a time to party and relive the glory days, right?&nbsp; A fun time to be had by all! Why would anyone not want to be a part of that?&nbsp; But if that were all true, why was Chrissa starting to doubt her own decision to come to this tenth year reunion?<br><br>Ten years. Ugh.&nbsp; &nbsp;It wasn’t really all that long ago.&nbsp; How much can a person truly change in that length of time?&nbsp; There might be some physical changes, sure.&nbsp; Maybe some lost weight while others gained weight.&nbsp; The geeky kids will probably look less geeky, the ugly ducklings might have morphed into beautiful swans.&nbsp; But what about their<em> inner</em> selves?&nbsp; Their biases and judgments and attitudes?&nbsp; Have they changed, too?&nbsp; In school, Chrissa felt demonized for sleeping around with different guys, when in truth, she could probably count on two hands (okay, maybe three!) the number of boys she had had sex with.&nbsp; Meanwhile, the reputations of <em>those</em> guys who took advantage of what Chrissa had to offer, went unscathed.&nbsp; They were no better than she was.&nbsp; &nbsp;Furthermore, how had her promiscuity hurt anyone else?&nbsp; Why did any of them feel the need to shun her back then, to deem her unworthy of simple kindness, let alone, friendship?&nbsp; <em>Why?</em>&nbsp; Because they were teenagers, that’s why.&nbsp; That's what <em>teenagers</em> do.&nbsp; Sadly, many of Chrissa's classmates never made an effort to get to know her. <br>&nbsp; <br><br>Fast forward ten years.&nbsp; Would the snobby kids still be snobs?&nbsp; Are the jocks still asshats?&nbsp; The mean girls still…<em>mean</em>?&nbsp; Tonight, would she find the class of 2008 still clinging to those old stereotypes of the past?&nbsp; &nbsp;She hoped not.&nbsp; They were all adults now, approaching the big 3-0 very soon.&nbsp; Maturity and acceptance could erase much of that.<br><br>With her phone still clutched in her hand, she felt the vibration, causing her to nearly jump out of her dress.&nbsp; "Shit! There she is! Finally!"&nbsp; She read Bay’s text and quickly shot back a reply.<br><br>&nbsp;(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c7/Chat.png)<br><strong>Stay put!&nbsp; I’m on my way!</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>Stepping off the elevator, Chrissa scurried on down to the lobby to meet up with her bestie.&nbsp; The instant she saw Bay, her face lit up with a big toothy grin.&nbsp; She threw her arms wide open and quickened her steps to close the gap between them.&nbsp; Letting loose a long, high-pitched squeal, she grabbed Bay up into a tight, squeezy hug, gently rocking her back and forth while they embraced. <br><br>"Oh my god, I can't believe it!&nbsp; I'm so glad to see you, Bay!&nbsp; It's been way too long!'<br><br>Her hands gripped her shoulders when she finally pulled back, giving her friend a quick once over.<br>&nbsp;<br>“Damn girl!&nbsp; Just look at you!&nbsp; You are gorgeous!”&nbsp; Chrissa was well impressed at how beautiful and elegant Bay looked.&nbsp; She couldn’t ever recall seeing her friend in a dress, much less a pair of heels.&nbsp; With an exaggerated voice, Chrissa added “<em><strong>Baylee Rocywood is IN THE HOUSE</strong></em>!”&nbsp; &nbsp;It was wonderful to see her friend again.&nbsp; Chrissa had hoped the two of them would be able to pick back up where they left off in high school.&nbsp; She had already forgotten about how nervous she was just moments ago.&nbsp; It was just like old times.&nbsp; Whenever Bay was around, it felt like everything was going to be alright.<br><br>"I hope we'll find some time to ourselves, perhaps tomorrow?&nbsp; Where we can talk and catch up.&nbsp; I gotta know what you've been up to for the last ten years!"&nbsp; Chrissa was scheduled to fly back to Los Angeles early Sunday morning.&nbsp; She thought perhaps the two of them could do a little sight seeing around Westwood the next day.&nbsp; The little hometown held so many memories for her.&nbsp; <br><br>Chrissa teasingly offered Baylee her arm and nodded her head in the direction of the ballroom.<br><br>“Shall we?”&nbsp; She gave her a big grin, then added. “I'm sure they're all waiting for us to get there and get the party started.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PervCelebre</strong> on <strong>21-01-2018, 14:46:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/15/e1/12/15e11212fa555f1d50dfae30deab69ff--amazing-people-beautiful-people.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Phil Deckland (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847174#msg13847174)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tailored Hug Boss suit with a dark gray pinstripe, white shirt with Seville Row tie and black shiny shoes that dazzle. (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/55/08/1d/55081da1b1fae6eac63f56f77ee1e21b--beautiful-men-beautiful-people.jpg)<br><strong>Location:Bar</strong><br><strong>Tagging:Katie, Baylee, Juliet</strong><br><hr>Phil wandered to the bar, sweet 2000s jams pumping through the room as most of the people started milking about. He said hi to some, not remembering most, but couldn’t take his eyes off of some of his classmates. Everyone had grown up well, it seemed. Maybe high school wasn’t awful. Maybe seeing how amazing Juliet looked made him think that too. <br>Then he saw Baylee and remembered how awful it could be. They had drifted apart and he had no idea why. <br>He ordered a whiskey on the rocks, sipped on the perfectly bitter liquid, and straightened his tie. He wasn’t ready to talk to her, yet. There was something there, maybe, back in the day. But things had gone wrong. Probably his fault. Most things were. <br>A woman was standing at the bar with a fruity drink, milling about, and he felt bad that he didn’t recognize her. She was statuesque, gorgeous, and had a tremendous air about her. He took a giant swig, got a refill from the bartender, and approached. <br>“Hey! Nice to see you again. How have you been?” He approached her with General warmth, assuming he should know her but just didn’t.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>21-01-2018, 14:52:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/78/e8/1c/78e81c239dea1f3c6ffbfdb6187d4872.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Autumn Lanche (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13846241#msg13846241)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (https://i.imgur.com/PM9GIZX.jpg) (not wearing name tag)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom | Open Bar<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Katie, Jon, Ashleigh (Open)<br><br><hr><br>The bartender in front of her sighed at Autumn's unusual and unhelpful drink order. Autumn responded by letting out an elongated respire of her own, her dark chocolate eyes rolling with an alarming amount of apathy. Still, the guy appeared to be making her a drink, just in time for another sigh to filter into the air. The corner of Autumn's lips - just one corner - subtly raised, in a half smirk. She wondered if the three of them could carry on the rest of the evening like this; deciphering sighs instead of any actual conversation. <br><br>But the woman approached and spoke, ruining that idea. To her surprise, she recognized Autumn without the aid of a name tag. Which, really was like a live cheat code. With too-wide eyes, she turned to regard the woman that she didn't recognize. "Me?" Her brows furrowed. Of course she meant her! Who else could she have meant? "Um, yeah. Autumn Lanche." Her head tilted a little as she considered the face of the woman near her, but no names from high school were coming to mind. Not that she cared to remember many, anyway. <br><br>Her smirk widened a little as soft chuckles wavered through her words, making them a little harder to distinguish, namely because of her rather monotone voice. "Well, an open bar is the only way I'm sitting through this thing without jumping out a window." She glanced at the nearest window, where bits of shrubbery and plants were poking out from the bottom, proving that there was very clearly no drop involved at all. Hey, she never said the jump would hurt. <br><br>The bartender finally returned with a martini and two olives, sliding it across the bar toward Autumn, who looked it over with a precariously perked brow. "You look like a dry martini... girl." He said sheepishly, though Autumn was quick to correct him. "With olives." She nodded, as if teaching the guy an English lesson. "I look like a dry martini... with olives." Pulling the green spheres from the toothpick they came on, she held one in each hand, between a pointer and a thumb, then hoisted them up to cover her eyes. "Ahhhhhh. Dryyyyyyy martiniiiiiiii," she croaked out in a strange voice with an indistinguishable accent for some reason. She popped the two olives in her mouth immediately afterward. <br><br>"Thanks. That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me," she lied, though her tone was... dark, it may have been sincere. For someone who didn't know her. Around then, some guy came crashing into the other end of the bar and slapped some money down, as he asked for some rum, straight. It wasn't long before his drink was made and he took his sip of it, then called himself an idiot. "Well," she regarded the guy who didn't seem to notice her right away. Not that that was anything new, really. Nor would it stop her from talking to him anyway. "Nice little pep talk, there. I mean, he tried to tell you it wouldn't taste good. In so many words." She meddled where she didn't belong, smirking cheekily.<br><br>Before long another approached the bar, and this time it was someone Autumn finally recognized. How could she not? "Oh fuck Autumn, that's me." She chortled, before turning to more properly observe the woman in the tight, mint green mini-dress. "Fuckin' Ashleigh Slater," she murmured back, flashing a heavy lidded smirk at her as the bartender slid her drink across the counter. The nameless woman beside her in the black dress raised her glass to Ashleigh, appearing to know her, as well. Autumn's brows furrowed but her expression remained rather robotic, nonetheless, as she considered how this woman knew the others. Who was she, again?<br><br>As if on cue, she then revealed her name to be Katie. Katie who? "Just Katie?" Autumn chimed in, taking her drink in hand and hovering it in front of her lips. "Like Madonna or Cher. You're name is just Katie?" She asked, inquisitively, though her sardonic tone often made it sound like she was mocking... even when she wasn't.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>21-01-2018, 15:13:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/0d/bf/43/0dbf43b373a342d626d1bd4089266698--marlon-teixeira-candies.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> "Danny" Dannings (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13854701#msg13854701)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as pictured with dark brown dress shoes<br><strong>Location:</strong> Smoking area outside<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sierra, Open<br><br><hr><br>The sound of fast paced heels clacking over toward him alerted Danny to the presence of another, panting individual. He craned his head to the side, cigarette tucked between two fingers. She bounded closer, appearing late for something. He wondered, given her attire, if she was also here for the reunion. Shifting to the side, one hand slid into his front pocket as he turned to face her, while she caught her breath. He chuckled at her question.<br><br>"Better late than never, right?" A shoulder shrugged at his own words. "At least you're here." A broad grin stretched his lips as he took another drag, careful to exhale the stream of smoke away from her. When she finally straightened up to full height, Danny was surprised to realize that she looked strikingly familiar. Before he could inquire though, she was already questioning him.<br><br>"Yeah," the grin was still on his face as he put the cigarette out carefully, rolling it so that the tip would cut off from the rest, saving the rest to be smoked later. He doubted that many of his peers were still smoking. It seemed so many people had quit and were moving on to living healthy lifestyles, or they just switched to vapes. <br><br>With his hands free, he approached her and got a better look at her. "And you're... Sierra? Right?" Her name had always stood out to him because it was so unique. With a cock of his head, he chuckled, lighthearted and airy. "Damn, you look exactly the same as you did in high school!" A hand raised to idly scratch at the nape of his neck. "What's your secret?" He was sure he had aged quite a bit since then - smoking certainly had that affect on some.<br><br>As he stepped nearer to her, Danny pulled a pack of gum from his pocket - the kind that looked like fat pills, with a foil packet. He popped two out and cupped them, then clasped his palm over his mouth. Silently, he gestured to her and then to the pack of gum, as if to ask if she wanted some.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangeflower</strong> on <strong>21-01-2018, 15:38:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C6E65K8UoAEtAgc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katie Reynolds (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847310#msg13847310)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Knee length dress, showing almost an outrageous amount of cleavage, 4 inch spike leather boots. (https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C6E65K8UoAEtAgc.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Phil, Ashleigh, Autumn, Open <br><hr><br>It was quite a crowd that was quickly gathering at the bar. That shouldn't have surprised anyone. Their class had enough skeletons to fill a whole graveyard. And drinking up the courage wasn't the worst choice Katie could imagine doing. And it seemed like lots of people were in that same boat.<br><br>She watched as Autumn devoured the olives from her drink. Katie had seen plenty of strange things in her life, but it started to come back to her that Autumn had always been up there in the category with the strangest of them all. Fuck it, though she looked more mature she certainly hadn't lost her crazy streak. That was cool, too many people became too serious as they approached the dire thirties. But not this girl it seemed. "Well if you decide to jump out the window sign me up for the ride." She said with a chuckle. <br><br>Phil came over. That nerdy kid from high school had developed quite nicely. She remembered the slightly overweight boy from back then. He was one of the guys her attention had been on after a rumor of him being gay started to circulate. She smiled at him. He was being polite, thinking he had forgotten her. Unless he was one of her fans there was little chance he'd know who she was. She knew that she'd sooner or later have to tell who she had been back in high school. She had just hoped for the moral support of Tabby, she really needed someone to help her through this. <br><br>Of course it was her own fault not ever telling about her transition and now it was biting her in the ass. She knew that, but still it didn't make her less nervous. She emptied her drink and gestured to the bartender, "Make it stronger." Was all she said to him before turning to Phil. Katie paused for several seconds to clam her nerves. The alcohol helped her a bit and she smiled at Phil and Autumn. <br><br>She answered Autumn's question at the same time, both talking to her and Phil, "Well, actually Katie Reynolds. If you want it all. Professionally I'm also know as Kat Reynolds. But I guess you don't remember me. I... how should I put it? I've changed a bit in the last ten years..... I actually stood right between the two of you on our graduation photo." There she had said it. She had not used the name she hated most of all, but she had said who she was, or at least implied it. She wasn't sure they'd remember. But Katie had just looked at the photo ten minutes ago and sure enough there was the last picture that was ever taken of Henry, right next to Phil and Autumn. "But thank you. It's also nice to see you again Phil. I've been very good. How about you?" She asked.<br><br>She looked at the bar to see a new drink being pushed towards her. She took it and sipped it. There was no doubt that the bartender had heard her pleads for more alcohol. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>21-01-2018, 16:32:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://media.gettyimages.com/photos/nbcuniversal-portrait-studio-march-2017-pictured-francois-arnaud-on-picture-id656128140?)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Xander Madar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847336#msg13847336)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured + black converses.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Juliet, Tanner, Evion, Open<br><br><hr><br>Xander was debating in his mind whether telling someone they had changed a lot was the best approach, or what most people tonight wanted to hear, regardless of the veracity of the statement, or if telling them they hadn't change, as long as they were remotely good-looking back in the days, was preferable if they reached the age that people didn't want to grow up anymore. Mid-life crises, for men at least, were usually at 40, but he heard it was 30 for women. He had his own at 20, so he wasn't exactly one to talk, although telling someone they had changed didn't necessarily imply they looked older, but some more narrow-minded people could see it that way. Dilemma, dilemma. <br><br>He shook Tanner's hand, hearing him explain he got rid of the glasses and used contacts instead, since he had money. <em>Glasses are just as expensive, man,</em> Xander thought, reflecting on his own glasses, which he only used to read. He had presbyopia, which got to the point of him needing glasses in the middle of his time in college. Tanner showed the inside of his jacket, tapping on a pocket, which Xander assumed contained his inhaler as Tanner said he still had terrible lungs. <br><br>"Get a transplant," Xander suggested in a seemingly serious, neutral tone, even though he was joking. He had that weird sense of humor, only really him and some other people finding it funny. It was the burden of not being a social magnet, although Xander was so self-conscious that he really was the one choosing whether he would act "normal" or just mess around. Fanny called it trolling, but it was just some innocent social awkwardness. He wasn't tactless or naturally socially awkward, he was too observant for that, but because of his "nature" as an observer, he had to entertain himself. <br><br>Juliet seemed to have appreciated his reference to The Office, laughing at what he said before playfully warning him not to bad-mouth Jim as he was her favorite character by far. <br><br>"Stanley's my favorite," Xander replied, smiling back at her. Xander had always liked Stanley, the unenthusiastic philosopher he was, someone who knew his priorities in life. <br><br>Soon after he said that, Xander witnessed a peculiar scene unfold in front of him at his feet as he stood still. First, a green haired guy fell into Tanner's back who then fell into Juliet, like dominoes. Then, Tanner heroically grabbed Juliet so she wouldn't fall, hands on her back, and then he heard him say something that made him burst out laughing. <em>Smooth, Tanner, smooth,</em> he thought, amused. <br><br>Xander finally took a good look at the man who had made it happen, recognizing Evion. Smiling broadly, Xander made a sign with his hand (https://thumbs.dreamstime.com/z/hand-doing-ok-photo-isolated-white-symbol-50691796.jpg) as he thought <em>what a wingman, this Evion.</em><br><br>"Now that's a great entrance," Xander commented to Evion. "How have you been, Evion?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>21-01-2018, 17:40:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/TkNo2mb.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ashleigh Slater (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13854315#msg13854315)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> (as pictured)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Autumn (Mellific), Katie (strangeflower), Phil (PervCelebre)<br><br><hr><br>Ashleigh furrowed her brow and glanced at Autumn for help. Stood next to Autumn at graduation? Well then she would have heard their snarky comments to each other as Ashleigh had been in the row right below them - she believed she had congratulated Autumn on being the first robot to walk for graduation and Autumn had congratulated her on remembering to blow the right people for her cheerleader equivalency diploma. Like most of the things Autumn said to her Ashleigh had found it more funny than hurtful but anyone listening to them might not realize the two were actually...well, friends wasn't the word. In fact she needed to talk to Autumn about that.<br><br>"Uh, listen I think you may have the wrong people, but uh, good seeing you Katie we should catch up later?" She suggested obviously a bit confused. She gave Katie another look. She was so sure she knew her from somewhere, but there was no way she'd forget a girl like that. She ran through all the Katies she had known, all five of them, and she was very sure none of them were here. <br><br>It wasn't surprising at all that a guy was already hitting on her. That incredible dress over that even more incredible body - bad Ashleigh, down - was sure to attract them like bees. Maybe her boyfriend would come scare them off and Ashleigh would be reminded who this mystery babe was?<br><br>Okay, solve that mystery later. She had a job to do here!<br><br>"I uh, I need to talk to you." She said, reaching out her hand to Autumn and placing it over hers with a gentle, friendly squeeze. "Oh shit." She snapped her hand back. "Sorry!" Exactly the sort of thing you can't do Ashleigh! She scolded herself. Her tone made it clear she'd prefer to talk in private, although the crowded bar scene didn't give them much of an avenue to slip away. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lustfulintentions</strong> on <strong>21-01-2018, 17:42:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/LUiBrTe.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nate Phelps (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13853665#msg13853665)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>Dark casual slacks, crisp white collared shirt, blue checked blazer (pictured)[/url]<br><strong>Location:</strong>Hilton Lobby, then Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chrissa/Baylee, Open <br><br><br>Hitting the off-ramp, Nate allowed himself to take a quick glance at the dashboard clock and cursed lightly under his breath when it reported back to him that it was already 4:40 PM. While he wasn’t necessarily in a hurry to get to his reunion, the task-master that lived deep in his soul wasn’t inclined to appreciate the concept of ‘fashionably late’, especially not when there was an open bar to be had. <br><br>That aside, he just hadn’t been able to motivate himself off the couch to make the two-hour drive back to his hometown. He’d left it mostly in the rearview when he’d gone off to college on a Division II baseball scholarship, and his parents moving south after his sophomore year only furthered to sever most of the ties between Nate Phelps and the Westwood community. Truthfully, this reunion was going to be like meeting a number of people for the first time. Unlike many of his classmates, he’d never really taken to social media, even as he was a part of the generation that had embraced it most aggressively. <br><br>If anything, he was surprised, and perhaps a bit annoyed, that Juliet had found an email address for him. Obviously, being en route meant that he’d warmed to the idea enough. The fact that he was six months into a separation that seemed clearly headed towards divorce was almost certainly a catalyst for that. <br><br>As he steered his late model BMW into the valet loop, Nate punched at the radio, killing the sound just as Bruce launched into the chorus of Glory Days. <em>That’s enough irony for today, thanks</em>, his inner monologue prompted. Freeing the keyfob and pocketing his keys, Nate moved to grab a black canvas duffle and a garment bag from the trunk and slip into the lobby. <br><br>“Room 730, sir, here you go.” The clerk handed him a pair of key cards and he turned back towards the elevators just as two women who looked to be about his age embraced in a rather loud and demonstrative fashion. He thought he recognized them, but, social anxiety won out and he left the brunette and strawberry blonde to do whatever it was they were at and headed to his room. <br><br>****************************<br><br>In his room, he made quick work of stowing his things-he’d traveled pretty lightly, and made his way back to the elevators. Slipping his iPhone back out of his inner jacket pocket, he made the time as 4:55-just the end of social hour. <br><br>Leaving off at the floor where the ballroom was, Nate sucked in a long, lingering breath. His therapist, who he’d started visiting after the separation, suggested deep breathing as a path to managing his anxiety. Approaching the open double doors, he saw many of his classmates already mingling, and an unmanned registration table with a smattering of name tags still dotting the space. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>21-01-2018, 19:38:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/13/2a/4c/132a4c20df60f8421cea6e7640be0e74.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sierra Lonnegan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13854605#msg13854605)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside<br><strong>Mood music:</strong> Norikiyo - 何で？ (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HOkoLFycMrY)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Danny, Open<br><br><hr><br><em>Better late than never, right? At least you're here.</em> <br><br>Sierra nodded and smiled without looking at Danny, agreeing with what he had just said. He confirmed he was Danny after she asked him, recognizing him. He smiled and did something she didn't really comprehend with his cigarette, as she wasn't a smoker, freeing his hands in the process. He got closer to her, before asking if he was right to think she was Sierra. She nodded timidly, glad the first person she encountered at the reunion actually remembered her. She smiled back at him as he chuckled, claiming she looked exactly the same as when she was in high school, asking for her secret. Blushing, she looked down, nervously playing with her fingers, her hands touching in front of her belly. <em>Having the same income as when I was in high school, maybe,</em> she suggested to herself in her head. It was an exaggeration, but still somewhat close to reality. <br><br>"Do I look that young?" she asked in an uncertain tone, looking up. "You look nice, uh well, you look well," she added, correcting herself clumsily, as she wanted to say he looked nice but without appearing like she was outright flirting or catcalling. A lot of men at the restaurant asked her out, out of the blue, saying things like 'damn you're so pretty, when does your shift end?'; at first it was flattering, but nowadays you couldn't compliment anyone on their appearance without hinting at sex, or maybe that was only her own experience. Not that Danny wasn't attractive, but Sierra needed to know someone before sleeping with them. <br><br>It was imperative. <br><br>Danny stepped even closer, taking out a pack of gum and offering her sum with a silent gesture. Two people and gum? A gum advertisement she had seen on TV suddenly flashed in her mind, a young couple taking gums just before kissing. <em>He's not gonna kiss me, is he?</em> she thought, knowing fully she was clearly overthinking. <br><br>"Oh, no thanks, I'm good, thanks," she said, repeating 'thanks' twice out of nervousness. "Are you perhaps going inside?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wandering Mind</strong> on <strong>21-01-2018, 20:07:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/44/8b/89/448b894ea5c9f7aabd1b839fc1e7819b.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jon Arc (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13850034#msg13850034)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Traveler's suit as pictured (http://CLOTHING URL)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ashleigh, Autumn, Katie, Phil, Open<hr><br>The tall man looked over at the woman as he finished coughing.&nbsp; She didn’t wear a name-tag so he couldn’t place her.&nbsp; Jon noticed that he was surrounded by women, not one person he recognized, even with the name-tags that the others had.&nbsp; Considering how bad he was with names and faces, it didn’t surprise him.&nbsp; He felt like a dork for wearing a name-tag but at least it would make the night a little easier.&nbsp; He might have to do something about that.<br><br>“Maybe I wasn’t looking for something that tasted good,” He shrugged with a half-hearted smile.<br><br>Picking up that her name was Autumn, that still didn’t help.&nbsp; It was just another person he didn’t recognize.&nbsp; The name Ashleigh seemed familiar for reasons he couldn’t pick up on.&nbsp; It wasn’t a common name.&nbsp; There was a fleeting moment when he thought about hitting on one or a few of them but the encounter with Elisabeth’s husband still weighed on his mind.<br><br>He gave a nod to Phil and a wink when the dark haired woman spoke with him.&nbsp; It was a little against his nature but he listened in their conversation without interjecting.&nbsp; If there was an opening, he was going to the wingman to his ol’ buddy.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was a good distraction until he could feel like less of an idiot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>21-01-2018, 20:13:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/bd/af/91/bdaf9141835a54694551382cd809ee00.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kacie Rendro (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13846258#msg13846258)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Stupid-tight button fly jeans; (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a6/4c/a3/a64ca31389caafcd099b1b572ef6ba29.jpg) cutout crop top. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/7d/25/0e/7d250e42b1cdfdc5eb274c382cd7b12a.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong>Lobby, and on to the ballroom!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Tabbie, open<br><br><hr><br>Kacie stopped halfway out of the elevator, breaking her armlock with Tabbie, and making the sliding doors ding and cycle repeatedly as they tried to close. "Wait...Westwood? Tabitha...Tabitha <em>Allison</em>?" She looked a bit stunned. "Oh my god. Were you always so cut?"&nbsp; Not that she'd have noticed- she had been the girl who almost never looked anyone in the eye, after all, and for sure wasn't checking out bodies.<br><br>With a near-giggle, she moved herself out of the way of the panels and let them close. "I am so sorry I didn't recognize you. I...really wasn't terribly personable, back then."&nbsp; After a hesitation, she looped her arm with the other blonde's again. It was a bit over the top, for someone she'd barely exchanged ten words with in school, but there was something to be said about the camaraderie of survivors re-meeting. Or those facing a challenge together.<br><br>The ballroom was maybe a dozen steps from the elevator, and Kay maintained her hold on the muscular woman until they had reached the check-in table, at which point she started scanning for her name tag. "What have you been up to? I for sure want to chat- but I also need to see if Autumn is here. Autumn Lanche, did you know her? She's about the only person I stayed in touch with - big surprise- but I really don't know if she came. Not her kind of thing." Finding the label with her name, she fastened it a the topmost curve of her left breast. "I need to pass on the club thing, though, hun. I really kind of need to be here." Giving Tabby another thin grin, she let out a deep breath. "Well. Here we go. Looks like the bar's that way, judging by the crowd, and I think you've got the right idea, hitting that first..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chasseybaby</strong> on <strong>22-01-2018, 03:50:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/lwTw3jW.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Baylee Roycewood (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13846596#msg13846596)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;A flowing black thin stripped dress, a pair of sandled heels and a large black handbag (https://i.imgur.com/KVBOPQX.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong>Entry hall way just now entering the ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chrissa (bumping into Phil)<br><hr><br>Bay didn't have to wait long for Chrissa to text her back and smiled as she put her phone back in her purse. Slowly she made her way to the entry table, giving a few nods to people she didn't know as she picked out her's and Chrissa name tag off the table. She saw the yearbook and flipped through a few pages.&nbsp; She couldn't hide the grin from each picture that she was caught in Chrissa was right there beside her. They were really inseparable during high school, she was sad that they had let that friendship slip over the years and hoped to hold onto it with this reunion. A bubble of laughter escaped her as she saw prep rally photo of them both Chrissa holding bunny ears behind her head while Bay did the same. They acted more like sisters than friends half the time. They were real goofballs, giggle boxes and troublemakers, as her daddy use to call them. She could remember him poking fun when Chrissa would spend the night, admitting that he called the insurance company "just in case" they brought the house down. Remembering her daddy brought a pang of guilt to her chest. She rubbed the spot over her heart, not wanting it to ruin the mood and turned her head as the elevator doors dinged open. <br><br>The pain was gone as soon as she saw her bestie leave the shaft and jogged/skipped to her. She mimicked her squeal of excitement as they came together in a big hug. Bay's eyes watered at how happy she was to see Chrissa. it had been way too long. She gave an extra squeeze then gave her friend a once over. Hot damn the girl looked good. She really filled out of the years and they did her a helluva lot better then they did her. She smiled and posed and batting her lashes dramatically<strong> "Naturally..."</strong> she laughed and shook her head. <strong>"Just kiddin, girl ya so hot Lucifer couldn't stand next to ya. I barely recognized ya on facebook let alone in person."</strong> She shook her head with a proud smile. <strong>"I bet no one is going to go to recognized ya from your high school pictures. While I stand out like a stick in da mud."</strong> She handed her friend her name card, <strong>"You ll just have to be my ray of sunshine, and let me bask in dat warm glow."</strong> She leaned into Chrissa, pretending to fan herself, and laughed. She couldn't help but fall back into her silly self when she was with Chrissa she was comfortable with her and knew she wouldn't judge her country hickness or funny quirks. During high school most people couldn't understand what she was saying half the time, Chrissa would roll her eyes and translate when Bay couldn't make her words clear. That was another thing Bay loved about Chrissa, as shy as she was she stood up for Bay and in turn Bay did that same, and possibly threw a few punches too in her friends favor. <br><br>Bay looked at her own tag but couldn't see anywhere to put in on her dress and decided to slap the sticker on her bag instead with a nod. She looked up as Chrissa suggested they find time to hang out before they left. <strong>"Uh hell yeah, we have so much to catch up on. For starters, I want to know what ya doin to look like that Because beer and hot wings isn't ya secret."</strong> She pointed at her self with a guilty smile. She giggled and linked arms with her bestie with a sassy grin, <strong>"Den lets not keep'em waitin another ten years..."</strong><br><br><hr><br>Bay's jaw dropped at how beautiful the ballroom looked and even at some of the people who were milling around. <strong>"Hot damn, Juliet really pulled out all da stops for dis thing."</strong> She leaned closer to Chriss and whispered, <strong>"We were cool with her right?"</strong> She normally got along with everyone in high school, gave a friendly nod or wave to be polite. But then if you crossed a line with Bay she normally would never forgive and would either get her cold shoulder or a right hook to the face. <br><br>They were walking in the direction of the bar and smiled as they approached the bar, <strong>"Excuse me honey, sorry"</strong> She smiled at a handsome man with a whiskey that she bumped into but didn't recognize while getting the bartenders attention. She leaned over the counter and gave the bartender one of her heart-stopping smiles. <strong>"Hi ya darlin, how are ya doin tonight?"</strong> Her voice was sweet like warm honey as she batted her eyes at the good lookin eye candy before her. Mmmm, sexy... It had been years since she last dated or even slept with a guy. She tallied in her head, six months. Too long. But maybe she could stand to do a hook up while she was out of town. The bartender looked hot enough, thought the ring on his finger made her second guess her odds. <strong>"Two shots of tequila, salt and lime as well, if you please..."</strong> she slid his tip with a wink. Turning to Chrissa she put a hand on her hip as she leaned onto the bar, <strong>"I might need to be drunk to walk in these things. God they are so uncomfortable."</strong> She pouted and wiggled her toes. Once their drinks were served she gave the man and flirtatious thank you and handed her bestie a glass. <strong>"Cheers to ten years and hoping to still hold our liquor like we did back den."</strong> She licked the back of her hand and sprinkled salt on both their hands, hit the tabletop with her glass tossed it back and quickly sucked the lime. <strong>"Ugh,"</strong> she blinked a few times, the liquor warming her insides and helping her relax a bit. <strong>"I still dink they were taster on Bradon Tyler's abs...</strong>" she admitted with a laugh as she set her empty glass on the table. <strong>"So do we see anyone we know and want to talk to?"</strong> she asked while licked her thumb and forefinger of lime juice while scouting the room. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PervCelebre</strong> on <strong>22-01-2018, 14:48:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/15/e1/12/15e11212fa555f1d50dfae30deab69ff--amazing-people-beautiful-people.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Phil Deckland (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847174#msg13847174)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tailored Hug Boss suit with a dark gray pinstripe, white shirt with Seville Row tie and black shiny shoes that dazzle. (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/55/08/1d/55081da1b1fae6eac63f56f77ee1e21b--beautiful-men-beautiful-people.jpg)<br><strong>Location:Bar</strong><br><strong>Tagging:Katie, Baylee, open </strong><br><hr>Phil had a wash of understanding come over him and he held out his hand. “You look fantastic.” And, she really did. Phil had traveled the world, worked with people of all and any backgrounds. Nothing really surprised him anymore.<br>“Good. I’m a writer...and stuff. I have a lot of different jobs, I think. But, I travel around, writing and speaking and such. I’m working on a television series at the moment. What are you up to now?” <br>Phil was becoming much happier with his choice to come tonight. He had no idea what would happen, but he almost backed out, lying to himself that he was too busy or had previous obligations. He was busy. He had an editor tracking his progress on his latest book, he had a speaking tour coming up, and he was working on a television pilot for next fall. But, this felt important, essential.<br>After he asked his question, he saw Baylee doing shots with a woman he assumed was Chrissa. He remembered tutoring Baylee and...feelings...but then things just disappeared. He was interested in Katie and wasn’t going to be rude, but this is why social situations like this sometimes suck, Phil thought. Too many things going on at once. He smiled and went back to focusing on Katie with a night with Baylee in the basement of the library floating through his brain.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>22-01-2018, 15:34:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.u2mtv.com/files/actor/9/7/97f4b8ceb7d493913b51f5c63b8d03e9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Juliet Rhodes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847695#msg13847695)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Navy mini-dress and taupe, strappy heels (http://www3.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Viacom+TCA+Summer+2016+azEUeWS62uXx.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Xander, Tanner, Evion, Open!<br><br><hr><br>All previous accounts of conversation fled from her mind when Juliet started to tumble toward the ground. Thankfully, it was just a moment later that she was captured and suspended, preventing a collision with the floor. Once she had her footing back, Juliet peered up at her captor, who was none other than Tanner. Blinking, her face heated as their close proximity suddenly caused her gaze to flick downward at Tanner's lips, just in time for his cheesy, if apropos, line. <br><br>She snickered, then a wide grin stretched her lips apart, making room for her musical laughter. Tanner helped her to stand upright once again, his hands falling away from her waist and back as if they were guilty of committing a crime. Dusting her dress off and straightening it out in places, she observed his palms as they raised and he apologized. "No, no need to apologize," she reached out and braced Tanner's shoulder with her hand, an encouraging and gentle squeeze issued there. "Thank you for catching me," she spoke sincerely, her eyes glittering. There may have even been a double meaning in her words, to tie into his corny line.<br><br>Perhaps any other person in the room could tell that they were flirting. But for some reason, Juliet was in slight denial about Tanner's intentions. She presumed he was just being nice, and didn't want to read into his actions too far. But, one look at her hand on his shoulder reminded her that it had been resting there for too long, which caused her to withdraw it a little harshly. Around that time, the culprit of that domino effect made himself known, though Juliet wasn't sure she recognized him, at least not until Xander said his name; Evion. <br><br>Xander remarked that Evion's entrance was great, which made Juliet chuckle. "It was... unforgettable," she remarked. That must have been the word of the evening. Unforgettable; when met with peers from high school, a decade ago. Surely everyone had at least one unforgettable memory from back then. The guys started to converse and Juliet found herself wishing she had a drink to occupy her hands with. With nothing to hold onto, she was left to fidget slightly, her fingers thrumming together in front of her, while her heart continued to pump a little faster than normal, whenever she looked at Tanner. Hopefully he hadn't noticed. <br><br>At some point, probably during the commotion, Phil had left to make his way over to the bar, which reminded Juliet that she still had yet to get herself something to drink. Yet, leaving the conversation would probably seem rude. So, instead, she flagged down one of the wait staff as they made their way over to refill the cheese and cracker tray. "Would you mind bringing me a Shirley Temple, whenever you get a chance, please?" She asked of the server, rather timidly, for her. The man nodded at her straight away, acting as if her request was not something out of the ordinary at all. "Of course, Miss. Just wait one moment," he commented back, softly, so as to not interrupt the chat between the guys. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangeflower</strong> on <strong>22-01-2018, 16:26:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C6E65K8UoAEtAgc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katie Reynolds (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847310#msg13847310)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Knee length dress, showing almost an outrageous amount of cleavage, 4 inch spike leather boots. (https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C6E65K8UoAEtAgc.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom, the bar<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Phil, Ashleigh, Autumn, Open <br><hr><br>This proved to be harder than Katie had ever imagined. Several of her friends had told her that the longer she postponed coming out to her old life, the harder it would get. Truth be told, Katie hadn't really considered that the day would ever come. But she did want to see a few of her former friends. She cursed herself for ever coming here. She could easily have met Tanya or Ashleigh in a more private setting. But she was here now and though she considered taking Autumn's route through the window she knew she'd have to endure this. Even if it meant she'd have to use that name that had brought her so much pain in her teenage years. Of course she could just lie, tell them that she had been joking, say that she was here with someone. But it was like that train had already left. And Katie hated to lie. She had lied enough the first 18 years of her life. Lied when people asked how she was, how everything was at home, how she felt. She had made the promise to herself that day of graduation ten years ago that she'd not hide behind lies again. And she'd be damned if she was to start now. <br><br>She smiled at Phil and licked her lips. He seemed cute, just like she had thought back in high school only more trim. Back then she was a bit intimidated by how smart he was. But now they were adults and there were very few people that really intimidated her after all. "You don't remember me." She said in a tone that was a statement more than a question. Though she looked at Phil she spoke a little louder to make sure those around her would hear her. The fewer times she'd have to explain the most basic facts, the better. "I didn't look like this back in high school. I wasn't exactly Katie back then." She sighed and sipped her drink to make a small pause,&nbsp; she looked from one to the other. "You might recall the guy that disappeared after graduation. Henry. That was who I was back then." <br><br>Katie could feel beads of sweat on her forehead. Just saying the name made her physically uncomfortable. Her shrink had said something about unresolved trauma. But Katie was sure it was her pure hatred to the person she was before, or more likely hatred towards all what she could not be in high school. She took a healthy swig of her drink and then focused on Phil. "But to answer your question. What am I up to. I work in adult entertainment and like you I travel quite a lot, with all the filming and photo shoots." She said with a smile. It was easier to talk about her work than it would ever be talking about her past. "So what kind of series are you working on?" She asked him trying to steer the conversation away from herself, knowing full well that talking about porn was rarely something that went well in all circles. <br><br><hr>A message went out to most of the class that were in the same social medial circles. <br><br>(http://icons.iconarchive.com/icons/limav/flat-gradient-social/256/Twitter-icon.png) #reunion #westwood2008<br>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/80/a6/28/80a62835cf2c8decc29267d340035023.jpg)OMG! That hot chick is Henry! No fucking way. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>22-01-2018, 16:45:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/78/e8/1c/78e81c239dea1f3c6ffbfdb6187d4872.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Autumn Lanche (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13846241#msg13846241)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (https://i.imgur.com/PM9GIZX.jpg) (not wearing name tag)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom | Open Bar<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Katie, Jon, Ashleigh (Open)<br><br><hr><br>Autumn may have seemed vindictive for it, but she grinned darkly when the tall guy at the end of the bar finished with his coughing fit. "Oh my god, are you choking?" She seemed a little too enthused about that possibility. But, quickly he recovered himself and remarked that he may have wanted something that didn't taste good. "Right. I often choke and gag when something that doesn't taste good is forced down my throat, too. Don't worry about it." Her brows raised as she gave him a side look, which seemed to express disinterest, despite the fact that she was conversing with him.<br><br>To the woman's remark about taking her along for the ride through the window, Autumn nodded sagely, then sipped her martini. The possibility of leaving through a window was just a back-up plan. But, it was one that she had strongly considered. Unless they were permanently closed windows. Autumn's gaze narrowed as she considered the window once again, flashing it a look and shaking her head at it. <em>'You will not imprison me in this place, you damn window!'</em> She thought to herself.<br><br>When she revealed herself as Katie and explained that she had changed quite a bit since high school, Autumn perked a brow. Ashleigh chimed in and commented that she may have had the wrong people. Probably because she didn't have a single clue who the woman was. Just like Autumn. "Uh... yeah. I kinda blocked that day from my memory. And a lot of the days before it." She commented, pursing her lips, not remembering who she stood by or even where the picture was taken, to be honest. She didn't even see the framed picture perched on the name tag table, because of her beeline straight for the bar. <br><br>Katie seemed to shift gears and focus more on one of the guys at the bar, who had asked her what she was doing for the past decade. Ugh, were people really going to ask each other that all night long? The first person who asked Autumn that, she swore, would taste her wrath. Ashleigh pulled her from those thoughts of fury by grasping her hand and murmuring that she needed to speak with her. Just as she was about to make an awkwardly sexy remark, Ashleigh tugged her hand away like hers had burned her, or something. Autumn raised her hand in front of her face to inspect it, then shrugged. "I don't <em>think</em> my robot wiring is showing through the prosthetic skin..." Her monotone mumbling was nearly unheard, with all of the other conversation happening at the bar.<br><br>"Sure, let's uh. Let's TALK. About STUFF and THINGS." Autumn grasped her martini glass and pushed away from the bar, then pointed Ashleigh to the corner of the room. "I wanted to check these windows for locks and bars anyway." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>22-01-2018, 17:00:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/TkNo2mb.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ashleigh Slater (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13854315#msg13854315)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> (as pictured)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Ballroom (moving from Bar to Window)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Autumn (Mellific)<br><br><hr><br>Ashleigh felt the situation becoming very crowded. Between the guys swarming over Katie and her lack of cool when it came to not touching Autumn this was in danger of spiraling out of control. It didn't help that seeing Autumn was making her fall right back into old habits right away. She mentioned her wires not showing and Ashleigh couldn't help but respond, "No you covered them up fine sweetie but you loaded the boring personality again." She instantly balled up her fist and mimed shoving it in her mouth. "Dammit!" She swore. "That's not why I'm here!" She said, looking to Autumn with pleading eyes as if to say please understand that was a knee jerk response!<br><br>"Yes, okay, out of here, too many things, not the right things, other things!" She muttered as she turned and led Autumn away from the bar, managing to just barely leave before she could hear the revelation of who Katie really was, and luckily so she had only so much brain power to divert at this point!<br><br>She had to consciously not take Autumn's hand like she always had back in the day when they were together, but having a drink to carry at least gave her something to do with it. <br><br>"Okay." She said as they found a window, she noticed Autumn was actually checking the locks, "Hey stop that I was serious." She said, hoping to actually get her attention. "There's something I need to say to you." <br><br>She opened her phone and went to her apology app, opened up the Autumn note, and took a deep breath, steeling herself to say something important. She spoke at a volume low enough to avoid being casually overhead.<br><br>"Autumn, I'm very sorry." She said, obviously speaking from a rehearsed script. "I cannot apologize enough for the way I allowed my addiction to harm you so many times over the years. As a recovering sex addict I now see that the ways I behaved towards you and the harm I caused can never be made fully right, but I would like to offer any sort of amends I can to help make you whole and restore the..." She paused, seeing the look on Autumn's face. "...what, no I'm serious let me finish!" Trust Autumn to not take this seriously! "The damage that I caused."<br><br>She closed the app and looked at her old flame, obvious emotion in her eyes at her insecurity over how this first apology would go. "I um, I'm sorry and um, if I can offer uh, amends I'm...oh fuck say something!" She stammered, taking a very deep gulp of her icy cold vodka. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>22-01-2018, 17:19:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/0d/bf/43/0dbf43b373a342d626d1bd4089266698--marlon-teixeira-candies.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> "Danny" Dannings (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13854701#msg13854701)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as pictured with dark brown dress shoes<br><strong>Location:</strong> Smoking area outside<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sierra, Open<br><br><hr><br>Danny was certain he wouldn't be the only person to notice Sierra's youthfulness this evening. He had to wonder if his comment made her uncomfortable though, as she seemed to question it. Maybe it was just that she didn't accept compliments easily. Either way, he shrugged it off, nodding to her with a grin instead of voicing an answer. <br><br>At her stumble of a compliment back to him, Danny paused and eyed her curiously. "Well. I'll take it." He chuckled aloud. Hey, it was better than the stuff he got in high school, which was basically just everyone asking him if he was high, all the time. <em>"Your eyes look really red." "Were you just sneaking food?" "Did you fall asleep in study hall?" "Something over here kinda stinks..."</em><br><br>After popping the gum in his mouth and casually offering some to Sierra, Danny smirked at how she declined his offer, again seeming to stumble through her words. It was cute, in a way. Was she nervous because of the evening, or because she didn't know what to say to him? <br><br>He replaced the gum into his back pocket and glanced at her again, as she inquired about whether he was planning to head inside. Danny smirked a bit as he nodded. "Can't avoid them for the rest of my life, can I? Well, I guess I can, actually. But, not tonight. Kinda defeats the purpose of a reunion, right? Besides, if I don't go in, then I just drove all the way over here for a cigarette. Hardly seems worth it." <br><br>Danny gestured toward the pathway that led to the front door, picking up his pace once they reached it, to pull it open for her. Some guys used that as an opportunity to voice their chivalry. <em>"After you," "Ladies first," "Oh, let me get that for you..."</em> But Danny just held it open, then stepped in after her. He cleared his throat as he glanced at the lobby, which had signs pointing straight to the ballroom. <br><br>"Ready?" He asked of Sierra, leaning down to find her face quickly, as if checking to make sure that she looked like she was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>22-01-2018, 17:52:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cf/3e/5e/cf3e5e4a939ee5be79c0e778cdfea794.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Chrissa Lacie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847394#msg13847394)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black/white halter dress with a pair of clear, high-heeled platform shoes (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a1/b2/92/a1b292b6e7de91153962ea8ffce78c72.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Lobby | Bar <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Baylee, Kaycie, Nate, open<br><br>Arm in arm, the feisty duo sauntered on into the ballroom.&nbsp; Chrissa was stunned at how beautiful everything looked.&nbsp; She had attended a number of fancy parties back in L.A., the adult entertainment world priding themselves on knowing how to throw a great party.&nbsp; But this set-up might have put some of those to shame.&nbsp; &nbsp;In short order, Chrissa found her name tag and placed it strategically above her left breast, as most of her upper chest and shoulders were bare.&nbsp; Chrissa shot a smile back at Bay, her friend being equally impressed with the decor.<br><br>“Yeah, Juliet’s cool”.&nbsp; Chrissa recalled the class valedictorian, how smart and beautiful she was.&nbsp; Charming.&nbsp; Sort of like that “all-american girl” that most everyone knew and liked in school.&nbsp; She looked around at the numerous guests standing in proximity of the registration table, looking specifically for Juliet, thinking she would thank her for putting this all together.<br><br>“I don’t see her right at the moment, though”.&nbsp; Still looking over the crowd of people gathered, Chrissa thought she saw someone she actually knew.&nbsp; Kacie Rendro.&nbsp; She was making her way to the far end of the ballroom, where it looked as though quite a few people were already huddled.&nbsp; <em>"Bet that’s where the liquor is",</em> Chrissa chuckled to herself.&nbsp; Catching a glimpse of another familiar face, she felt a little jolt in her heart when she recognized who it was.&nbsp; Nate Phelps.&nbsp; Everyone and everything around her just sort of faded for a moment.&nbsp; Chrissa watched him as he chatted with others in a small circle.&nbsp; He looked amazing. And yes, why wouldn’t he?&nbsp; He looked amazing in high school.&nbsp; Or at least, Chrissa thought so.&nbsp; All she could do was stare.&nbsp; Thankfully, he was too busy to catch her eyeing him, (probably with her mouth gaped open, or even worse, saliva running down her chin).&nbsp; <em>"Get a grip of yourself, would ya Chrissa"</em>.&nbsp; As Nate stood there casually chatting with others, he appeared confident and relaxed.&nbsp; He looked taller than she remembered him to be.&nbsp; A sudden tinge of guilt washed over Chrissa.&nbsp; She had many regrets in her life, and Nate Phelps was one of them.<br><br>Her trip down memory lane was short-lived, as Bay was out of the gates and headed straight for the bar.&nbsp; Chrissa had to walk fast just to catch up to her.<br><em>“Good call, girlfriend.&nbsp; Liquor now, talk later”</em>.&nbsp; After seeing Nate, she could really use a stiff drink.<br><br>Chrissa smiled and nodded to unfamiliar faces as she and Bay made their way towards the small crowd of people hovered around the bar.&nbsp; Her eyes locked onto Kay’s for just a second, and she smiled, giving her a little four-finger wave hello.&nbsp; The next familiar face had Chrissa standing there looking like a deer caught in headlights.&nbsp; <em>Kat Reynolds? </em> <em>What the…?</em>&nbsp; Did the gentleman she was talking with there at the bar win some sort of <em>porn lottery</em>, taking the hot porn star to the high school reunion as the prize?&nbsp; What in the world was she doing here?&nbsp; Kat was one of hottest and most sought after shemale porn star in adult films.&nbsp; Chrissa had met her only a few times, and while they were congenial with one another, she really didn’t know her that well.&nbsp; She wasn’t sure Kat would even remember meeting her back in L.A.<br><br>Baylee was fussing about her shoes, and Chrissa was thankful for the sudden distraction.<br><br>“Alcohol is good for numbing just about anything”, she assured her.<br><br>Taking the tequila from her bestie's hand, Chrissa clinked her shot glass to Bay's as she responded to her toast.&nbsp; "Cheers, darlin'.&nbsp; May nothing from our past come and bite us in the ass!"&nbsp; She laughed before emptying her drink, tossing the amber liquid to the back of her throat.&nbsp; She gave a slight grimace and bit into the lime wedge, the tequila burning most of the way down.&nbsp; She handed the empty shot glass back to the bartender, asking for another.<br><br>“I see a few familiar faces”, she admitted to Bay, waiting for the bartender to re-fill her glass.&nbsp; The night was already proving to be quite interesting, especially after seeing both Nate and Katie.&nbsp; She would need a bit more of the bottled encouragement before striking up any conversations.&nbsp; The bartender handed Chrissa her second shot.&nbsp; "Here you are, milady".&nbsp; <br><br>The second one went down a bit easier and Chrissa began to feel more relaxed.&nbsp; Emerald eyes slowly drifted back in Nate's direction.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>22-01-2018, 19:05:31</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/86/Paige23HotAVi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tabitha “Tabby” Allison (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847247#msg13847247)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Outfit (https://scontent.cdninstagram.com/hphotos-xap1/t51.2885-15/e15/1170465_244081422421699_980893838_n.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> At the bar<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kacie, Phil and Kat <br><hr>Kacie’s response was absolutely adorable.&nbsp; Tabitha smiled and laughed at her shocked look of surprise and her question about whether or not she had looked this way in high school. She had decidedly not looked this way at all.<br><br>“Oh no.&nbsp; I most definitely was not.&nbsp; Don’t feel bad please.&nbsp; I doubt there will be many people that recognize me or even remember me to be honest.&nbsp; Maybe some Facebook friends.” She laughed.&nbsp; To be perfectly honest she had not recognized Kacie either, but she wasn’t about to tell the hot woman that she hadn’t.&nbsp; That would be very, very dumb on her part.&nbsp; “Well.&nbsp; You may not have been then, but I am certain you will be getting all the attention in the world now.&nbsp; You look incredible.” Tabitha replied with no need to be coy at this point.&nbsp; “I mean wow.”<br><br>She didn’t remember Kacie much at all back them, but Tabitha had very few friends in high school.&nbsp; Henry and Tony were the closest and then there was that disaster of a relationship she thought she had with Ashleigh that had spiraled her into horrific depression after graduation.&nbsp; Tabitha had taken the emotional and physical scars (self-inflicted) from with her long into college until she was able to take control of her life again.&nbsp; It had been a long journey untangling the abuse from her sexuality.<br><br>Kacie’s arm finding hers again was a nice and she flashed her former classmate another smile letting her guide them both to the table filled with name tags.&nbsp; There was a yearbook there too and while Kacie searched for her tag Tabitha flipped through the book to find her senior picture.&nbsp; She was in a dress, something that she never wore back then and looked so uncomfortable in her skin.&nbsp; Her hair was a dirty blond.&nbsp; Her definition of doing her hair back then was running a brush through it.&nbsp; There was a halo of wispy frizz around otherwise flat uninteresting hair.&nbsp; Only the barest minimum of make had been applied and poorly.&nbsp; She was gawky and gaunt.&nbsp; It was a bad picture.<br><br>“Well there I am in all of my glory.” Tabitha said pointing out her picture to Kacie who had found her tag and was applying it to her gently slope of her breast. “Well you can’t blame a girl for trying.&nbsp; I mean I would not have forgiven myself if I hadn’t tried to steal you away all to myself.” She said with a grin and answered the question Kacie had asked when they arrived at the table.&nbsp; “Me.&nbsp; I work for a non-profit that helps abused woman and runs a hotline for those in trouble.&nbsp; I also do some modelling on the side for some extra money.&nbsp; Mostly fitness rags obviously.” It was still weird to admit that she had done some modelling.&nbsp; She always felt like a narcissist when she brought attention to it.&nbsp; Still it paid pretty good and she had a bit of a following in twitter and Instagram.&nbsp; It was a nice boast to her ego for sure even if she wasn’t comfortable with it yet. <br><br>Tabby found her nametag and pinned it to her dress in a similar location to Kacie.&nbsp; They walked to the door together and paused.&nbsp; It appeared now that they were both there actually stepping over the threshold was harder than it looked.<br><br>“Yeah. I definitely need a drink,” she agreed and led the two of them toward the bar as others left.&nbsp; As she approached she recognized two of the individuals chatting each other up right away.&nbsp; Tabby and Phil had reconnected over Facebook.&nbsp; They hadn’t been great friends in high school but she was a big fan of his writing and they had gotten to chatting online and struck up a friendship since.&nbsp; Who he was talking to was the person Tabitha had wanted to see most at the reunion.&nbsp; She was so glad she had decided to come.&nbsp; Kat had been Tabitha’s date to Senior Prom when Kat had been Henry.&nbsp; Henry had been Tabitha’s closest friend and the only person she had told was gay. She knew Henry had been struggling with who he was back then and she had tried hard to keep in touch with Henry after high school though he had made it hard even after she had made her transition.&nbsp; Tabby understood her wanting to start over in her new life and not wanting to be reminded of when she hadn’t felt herself and trapped, but it still hurt.&nbsp; She was thankful that Kat hadn’t completely shut her out, but was hoping that that seeing her again might rekindle that friendship.<br><br>“Don’t worry,” Tabitha said as they approached the bar.&nbsp; “I have some people I need to see too, but maybe later you can save a dance for me?” She suggested wanting to leave the door open for them to meet again later on.&nbsp; As they slid up to the bar Tabby waved over the bartender not attending to Cassie and her little group.<br><br>“El Dorado and Coke,” she said and waited for Kacie to order her drink too.&nbsp; She gave Kacie a quick wink and mouthed the words.&nbsp; “Watch this.” Before she turned towards a nervous and suddenly quiet Kat.&nbsp; Phil’s back was to her so she couldn’t see the expression on his face.&nbsp; Without warning she gave Phil a big hug from behind and poked her head over his shoulder. <br><br>“Hey Phil.&nbsp; Are you hitting on my best friend?&nbsp; Cause that’s just not fair.&nbsp; I wanted to be the first.&nbsp; She was my date to Prom after all.&nbsp; Hi Kitty Kat!”&nbsp; Tabby was completely oblivious to what had just been said between them.&nbsp; “Hey do you guys remember Kacie?” she said letting Phil go and introducing them.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangeflower</strong> on <strong>22-01-2018, 22:24:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://pixel.nymag.com/imgs/daily/vulture/2014/10/20/20-ryan-phillippe-cruel-intentions.w529.h529.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Richard Toomes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13851750#msg13851750)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Suit with red shirt. (https://images.hugoboss.com/is/image/boss/hbeu50297076_001_10?$re_fullPageZoom$&amp;wid=1500&amp;hei=2275)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hotel Ballroom <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Juliet, Xander, Tanner, Evion, Open<br><hr><br>Richard was a little surprised by Jon. He had gotten used to the condolences and it wasn't that awkward any more. Though they had mostly stopped coming he had already expected that he'd hear it a few times tonight. So what surprised Richard the most was the fact that Jon seemed to try to escape after he had said it. He had to chew and swallow what he had in his mouth before he could say. "Thanks Jon." But his former class mate had already retreated to the bar. <br><br>Richard shrugged.<em> Well that was strange</em>. He looked around. There was Ashleigh. He would want to speak with her tonight. If not for anything else then to tell her than the twins missed their favorite aunt - or honestly it was more like he missed seeing her because of the fond memories she brought back about Elisabeth. But she had been a good support in a hard time, more mentally than anything else. The money she had given him were still unused on an account, but she had been adamant that he'd take them. He smiled at her, not sure she saw him, it seemed like she was more interested in speaking with Autumn. He remembered her from their science classes. Smart girl though most found her a little strange.<br><br>There were others at the bar. Phil seemed to be talking to a woman. Her back was to Richard, but he had to admit that it looked rather nice from where he was standing. He nodded at Phil. He'd have to tell him later that he'd read his last book. While it wasn't Hugo it was rather good. <br><br>Richard then looked at Juliet, she was also a friend of the family. He hadn't seen her in a long time. He noticed that she flagged down one of the staff and when the man returned shortly afterwards he intercepted him. "I'll take care of that." He told the man and then made his way towards Juliet and his friends, still holding his own glass of champagne. <br><br>He came up from behind her and said, "Here's your drink Ma'am." With a big smile. And then to his three friends, "Really! I can trust the three of you to forget about a lady's needs. How are you doing guys?" His smile not faltering. He looked back at Juliet, "You look great today Juliet. It's so good to see you." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PervCelebre</strong> on <strong>22-01-2018, 22:53:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/15/e1/12/15e11212fa555f1d50dfae30deab69ff--amazing-people-beautiful-people.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Phil Deckland (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847174#msg13847174)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tailored Hug Boss suit with a dark gray pinstripe, white shirt with Seville Row tie and black shiny shoes that dazzle. (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/55/08/1d/55081da1b1fae6eac63f56f77ee1e21b--beautiful-men-beautiful-people.jpg)<br><strong>Location:Bar</strong><br><strong>Tagging:Katie, Baylee, open </strong><br><hr><br>“Oof! How is my biggest fan?!” He turned around and gave Tabby a big hug. “Prom Date!! Oh my God! Now it all makes sense.” He gave Kat another more familiar hug now, full of warmth and recognition. <br><br>“Is it wrong to say congratations? I have friends in New York who are still in the closet so what you’ve done is fucking awesome.” He smiled and asked the bartender for a round of shots. <br><br>“Wait. Kacie. We...we’ve met. Do you...Kacie! Holy shit. Guys, she works for my publisher! They’ve published both of my books so far.” Phil gave Kacie a big hug, his strong arms wrapping around her. He didn’t know how Kacie swung but he wouldn’t say know. As for the others, he knew he was awash in people who weren’t entirely attracted to him, or at least he assumed. <br><br>The shots came and Phil divided them up. <br><br>“To Westwood, y’all!” He licked the salt, took the shot, shivered and sucked the lime with vigor. “Oh. I just remembered why I stick to whiskey.”<br><br>Phil sat the shot glass down and smiled. <br><br>“So, Kacie! How’s the office?! I’m supposed to go there next month I think.” He had an arm wrapped around Tabby, so familiar with her. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangeflower</strong> on <strong>22-01-2018, 23:08:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C6E65K8UoAEtAgc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katie Reynolds (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847310#msg13847310)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Knee length dress, showing almost an outrageous amount of cleavage, 4 inch spike leather boots. (https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C6E65K8UoAEtAgc.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom, the bar<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tabitha, Phil, Ashleigh, Autumn, Kacie, Open <br><hr><br>Katie had been too focused on Phil and their conversation to notice that Ashleigh and Autumn slipped away before her big reveal. But there were plenty of people that seemed to take notice. Katie didn't see the one snapping the photo of her and wouldn't have minded if she did. Back in LA she rarely could go out without her face ending on someone's Twitter or Instagram. She saw it as a kind of free advertising. So she had grown accustomed to it. <br><br>She saw Tabitha behind Phil and lit up in a smile as her strong arms encircled him. It looked almost hilarious. Though Tabby was muscular she was still shorter than Phil and everything about the sight just made Katie giggle. It was good to laugh when the last hours of her life had been one nervous hell. <br><br>When Tabitha let Phil go, Katie rushed to her and flung her arms around the muscled woman. "<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Tabby</span>! You came. I thought you'd ditched the party." She said happily and kissed Tabitha on the cheek. "I'm so glad you are here." She kept Tabitha in a hug, it had been too long since she had seen the woman. There was a special kinship between the two of them. And Katie had hated to remove herself from Tabitha's life like she did. But unlike everyone else she hadn't cut the ties totally. <br><br>She looked at Phil and smiled at him when he congratulated her, "Thank you. It's sweet of you to say that." <br><br>Katie took a shot glass and raised it. "Well to Westwood. And to old classmates." She took the salt and then downed the glass. She grinned at Phil's reaction, "Well this is better than whiskey. Makes you feel alive." She said as she put the glass on the bar.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>23-01-2018, 02:54:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/bd/af/91/bdaf9141835a54694551382cd809ee00.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kacie Rendro (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13846258#msg13846258)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Stupid-tight button fly jeans; (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a6/4c/a3/a64ca31389caafcd099b1b572ef6ba29.jpg) cutout crop top. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/7d/25/0e/7d250e42b1cdfdc5eb274c382cd7b12a.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong>At the bar<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Tabbie, Phil, Katie, (Chrissa)<br><br><hr><br><br>Kacie made her second double-take in as few minutes when she and Phil recognized each other at almost the same moment. "Oh my God!,"&nbsp; she chortled, painfully aware of how...High School teener she sounded. What were the chances? After shaking his hand and giving his cheek a light, sisterly kiss, she ordered&nbsp; a simple glass of white wine from the bartender, and turned back to the group.&nbsp; "Still there, as far as I know," she said with a lopsided grin.&nbsp; "Scheduling, though- not really my department," she confessed. "I manage the art section- otherwise I might have remembered your name when we met. Since I would have seen more of you. Though maybe not- it took me years to realize <em>how</em> out of touch I was with...everything during school." Looking along the bar didn't really help. So many people she recognized only vaguely, or not at all, given the changes ten years could make in&nbsp; a person.<br><br>"Case in point," she said, turning to Katie after their impromptu toast. "Clearly Phil and Tabitha know you, hun, but I'm embarrassed to admit I don't remember you at all. Kacie Rendro." Swapping the wine glass to her other hand, she offered her now-free right to Katie. Her eys slid sideways again- the blonde in the glasses further down the bar looked hella familiar. It really was mortifying, how few people she remembered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lustfulintentions</strong> on <strong>23-01-2018, 03:59:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/LUiBrTe.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nate Phelps (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13853665#msg13853665)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>Dark casual slacks, crisp white collared shirt, blue checked blazer (pictured)[/url]<br><strong>Location:</strong>Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chrissa/(Baylee), Open (light)<br><br>Having located his nametag, Nate fixed it to the left lapel of his blazer. He’d scanned the room a bit, noticing that not everyone seemed to have theirs displayed, and decided he was going to have enough trouble making conversation without trying to fly under the radar. For a few moments, he made small talk with a few of the other classmates who’d started to filter in and seek out their tags, pointing out Juliet’s exquisite organizational skills and keen eye for design. <br><br>Quietly excusing himself from the small cluster of classmates, none of whom seemed particularly noteworthy, he let his blue-eyed gaze take another scan of the room in order to take stock of the scene unfolding. Several folks were clearly at least a couple drinks into what promised to be a long, alcohol-fueled evening. By the windows, he made a pair of young women engaged in a seemingly deep conversation. <em> Okay, let’s avoid that for now.</em><br><br>Scanning further, closer to the bar, he caught a group of folks talking, and made on of them as Julia, simply by the crowd around her. He’d missed her little stumble, something he’d not hear about until later. <br><br>Then, he turned to the farthest end of the bar, and caught a pair of green eyes watching-but-trying-not-to-watch. They belonged to one of the two young women he’d seen down in the lobby a short while before. Not wanting to fixate, he kept his gaze moving, and by spying the young woman next to her, shot glass in hand, confirmed his suspicion-they were definitely the pair he saw down in the lobby. Granted, the strawberry blonde in the short dress was rather a tell-that outfit wasn’t going to show up in duplicate in a place like a Hilton. <br><br>Still, even in the short, revealing dress, Nate had a sense that the woman was familiar to him or with him, just given the gaze pointed his way. Summoning up a bit of courage, lamenting that he hadn’t made the party early enough to stake out some safe real estate, he started towards the pair, eyes more or less watching the green eyes on him. Within a few steps, he was able to make out the block printing on the name-tag “Chrissa Lacie”, which caused him to lightly suck in a breath. <br><br>Their last conversation had taken place about three weeks before he went off to school. It’d been cordial enough, two friends who’d known each other for several years, tried to be more, and gone back, the way teenagers do every day. Still, the content of the conversation-”Did you ever wonder if we’d...tried a bit more?” lingered with him for a good part of his freshman year. <br><br>Then came college girls, and then his wife, and that part had faded from his brain. But, now, within a few feet of Chrissa, knowing it was her, seeing her look a different level of stunning, made that conversation feel a week old. <br><br>And so, he steeled himself, searched deep in his gut for the right words, and came up with “Chrissa? Is that you? Wow! So great to see you! It’s me, Nate.”<br><br><em>Smooth move, dickhead-it’s literally written on your nametag</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZionVI</strong> on <strong>23-01-2018, 14:03:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/2920a153723ecb0839325321967508c3/tumblr_oplvw8Nk7Y1w6bn9yo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Evion Raymond (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847475#msg13847475)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White suit as pictured (https://78.media.tumblr.com/2920a153723ecb0839325321967508c3/tumblr_oplvw8Nk7Y1w6bn9yo1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tanner, Xander, Juliet, Richard<br><hr><br>Stone still, shell shocked. Feet planted but body still forward like the leaning tower of Pisa. <br>Halfway torn between apology and cheering. Tanner has moves. Two opposing forces battle it out inside. He made his old time friend crash into his high school crush; he is the best wingman to ever hook a brother up. <br>Evions mind runs a million and one times ahead of his mouth, mostly undiscernible and utterly unusable, no realisation of whether they escape the thought prison and take heed into his mouth. Adrenaline fuelled fucked-that-shit-up thoughts and their own volition. Dangerous. No pause button but it`s likely English tumbling on and tumbling out. <br><br>“I, I, I`m, uh, sh-shit! Shi-ii-ahh, no, my, fuck. I- fucking, sorry, god. Shit. I`m so-”<br><br>He`s about to talk more when his brain catches up with the backlog from his ears. Evion gives tanner a strange look and tilts his head slightly. “Y-yeah that`s, that is, yeah what- uhh. Hel- hi Ta-Tanner?”<br><br>Coconut milk. Coffee k-pop? K-pop milk? <br>Evion only orders that at this stylish café down the block from his studio. Nice selection, sexy lounges, good wait staff. The Cloud, immortalised as The-Only-Reasonably-Priced-Place-That-Doesn`t-Charge-Arm-And-Leg-For-Coconut-Milk has saved his stomach with the gift of knowing how to portion the weird nut milk and tea while serving amazing in house brews. Firmly understands that shit goes rancid super quick? All time fave. <br>Evion eyes Tanner like the man reading a newspaper on a bench talking into his coat hood. Suspiciously.<br>His internet history may be public to government branches but his chill coffee and script time was not.<br><br>Regular cafe addict extends his hand and composes the off-kilter posture into a proper sweeping bow. A confused, unsure of current plane of existence, missed the last scene of dialogue in a drama, seed burrows into his brows and pulls them together. <br>“At your service, Xander, Rich, Ma`dame Juliet, thank me no further.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PervCelebre</strong> on <strong>23-01-2018, 14:07:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/15/e1/12/15e11212fa555f1d50dfae30deab69ff--amazing-people-beautiful-people.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Phil Deckland (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847174#msg13847174)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tailored Hug Boss suit with a dark gray pinstripe, white shirt with Seville Row tie and black shiny shoes that dazzle. (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/55/08/1d/55081da1b1fae6eac63f56f77ee1e21b--beautiful-men-beautiful-people.jpg)<br><strong>Location:Bar, Buffet </strong><br><strong>Tagging:Katie, Baylee, Kacie, Chrissa, Tabby, (open) </strong><br><hr>“We’ll have to do lunch when I’m there next month,” Phil told Kacie, amazed that he had such a close connection with someone when he had distanced himself, he thought, from most of Westwood. <br>When Tabby and Kat took over one another, he understood. He couldn’t imagine what a prom date was like at all, let alone a prom date who, it seemed, was hiding a big part of herself. If anyone could understand and be the best at handling that situation, though, it may have been Tabby.<br><br>“I think the big entertainment life is making me soft, apparently. I’m much more in a sipping pace in my old age of 28.” Phil winked and gave the group a slight toast before washing away the bitter sting of tequila. <br><br>Alarms were going off in his head as he saw a thin, sexy blonde over at another part of the bar. Things weren’t computing. Things weren’t adding up. She...he knew her. Chrissa.&nbsp; He knew her and he had to tell her why, but didn’t want to make a scene. <br><br>“Ladies, if you’ll excuse me, there are some cheese sticks at the buffet that are calling my name. Please remember me when you need a drinking buddy or dancing partner this evening,” Phil said in his best fake but passable Southern gentleman drawl and walked to the buffet, wondering how to approach. And then there was Baylee, who he still wanted to talk to. <br><br>Maybe this wasn’t the best idea, Phil thought, as he grabbed food to try to buy himself time to think. At his heart, Phil loved food still. Yes, he had lost weight, but at his core, food was a source of pleasure (not the only one) and a source of refuge when anxiety kicked in. Or nerves. Or guilt. Or sadness.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Szandor</strong> on <strong>23-01-2018, 14:51:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/bc/26/de/bc26deca6a1fb6a93eadb16180f0898f--chris-pine-chris-delia.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tanner McCloud (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847272#msg13847272)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Outfit (https://www.thefashionisto.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/Esquire_UK_May_2013_Page_088.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Juliet, Xander, Evion, Richard -<strong> Closed</strong><br><hr><br>Juliet had responded to his joke much better than he would have thought and the Coffee K-Pop Guy was oddly familiar. Perhaps he had known him in high school, but from where? He didn't remember anyone with hair as crazy as that. Everything was happening at once though, because when he turned his head to briefly look back to Juliet he saw another one of his friends from High School. It was Richard! He scolded them - playfully of course - for not 'looking after the lady's needs', and instead of shoving it off as a joke Tanner responded a little too seriously. <br><br>Tanner cocked his head to one side. "That's assuming that I think Juliet can't take care of herself. She's got all her limbs and she's probably smarter than all of us combined... she can manage getting a wine, don't you think?"<br><br>It was a flaw of his, getting a little too serious when someone made a playful jab. But he couldn't help it. He realized that he must have sounded venomous after he let the words come out of his mouth, so he attempted to fix the situation by moving so Evion was in the little circle of friends as well, and smiled to Richard. "But in all seriousness, I'm doing good. Started a business in town here. Little coffee shop called The Cloud."<br><br>Tanner turned around and with the perfect segue he pointed to Evion and shook his head with a smile. "Which brings me to you! You're the guy who always orders the same thing and sits in one of the comfortable couches. Damn, I never knew I went to school with you, man... what's your name?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Szandor</strong> on <strong>23-01-2018, 15:31:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/0c/0e/38/0c0e385f5fee5d16727ce84dde9adeaf--zachary-quinto-pies.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ruben McKenzie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13861538#msg13861538)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Outfit (https://media.gq.com/photos/570d7849c256dbf232d2e93a/master/w_1483/wtwt-gq-april-6.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Juliet(mentioning, Evion(mentioning), Phil, Kacie, Kat, Tabitha - <strong>Open!</strong><br><hr><br>Most people go into a reunion hoping they hadn't changed enough to be forgotten by everyone. Ruben McKenzie was hoping for the exact opposite. After college his proud parents had funded his move to Los Angeles, and since then he had been acting in theater productions. One right after the other, and with his father as his manager he was barely harassed or included in any scandals. The odd rumor had surfaced, but mostly about who he was dating and what he was going to be in next. Ruben McKenzie was living the life of a successful theater actor; he loved it, but it got bothersome to have to wear sunglasses every time he wanted to see a show for himself or get a milkshake with a friend.<br><br>This reunion would see him as just another person who graduated in the class of '08. On top of that, he could see how everyone else had been going all these years! Ruben hoped they had all done well. He hoped the bullies now had kids and spouses, and he hoped the nerds were now the handsome men and women they could have been. He wondered where any of his girl friends in high school might be in the room. Juliet - if she hadn't changed - would likely be surrounded by drooling men but oblivious to their intentions. She was far from being an air-head, Ruben simply liked to think that she saw innocence and goodness in everyone. That was a good trait to have, most of the time.<br><br>Then there was Evion Raymond. He wondered if his High School boyfriend had dyed his hair a different color by now, and if his radio show was still as hilarious as it had been when Ruben had had time in the day to listen to it. The small, shy male certainly had a knack for saying the right thing when he was in front of a microphone. Ruben remembered being the most attracted to that part of him, above other things.<br><br>Overall he wanted to see everyone happy, but he knew there might be one person who got down in the dumps. Likely this would happen after the first few glasses of alcohol. Ruben McKenzie entered the Hilton Hotel Ballroom with a sweeping motion, putting a hand on each of the open doors as he stepped into the room. He scanned the room, and saw a nice amount of people. He also saw an open bar, which made him whistle. Ruben definitely needed a wine right about now. 'Twas the night for celebrating, after all. And who could turn down a wine in a time like this?<br><br>Ruben made his way over to the open bar, and ordered a glass of white dry wine. Not his usual drink - he liked the fruitier reds - but it was appropriate for the situation. And besides, it stained much less. he looked over to the women to his right and smirked. He recognized them little, but that wasn't what he was staring for. He was looking straight at Phil, of whom he had a vague memory of seeing at some point in High School, with narrowed eyes. Once the men excused himself Ruben took a sip of his wine, then leaned his back against the bar and shifted a little closer to the ladies with a big, cheerful smile.<br><br>"Don't you three just look like water in a desert!?" He exclaimed, then giggled. "You're all absolutely gorgeous," He looked to Katie and touched her dragon tattoo, "And this is so intricate! I love it." He said. As a rule, Ruben was more comfortable talking to women than he was to men. He was extroverted to the maximum, and had absolutely no shame in starting up a flamboyant conversation with strangers. It was a trick of the trade that had naturally occurred within him; he could talk to people, and he loved to perform. Those two things would get him through tonight, that was for sure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangeflower</strong> on <strong>23-01-2018, 18:55:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C6E65K8UoAEtAgc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katie Reynolds (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847310#msg13847310)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Knee length dress, showing almost an outrageous amount of cleavage, 4 inch spike leather boots. (https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C6E65K8UoAEtAgc.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom, the bar<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tabitha, Phil, Kacie, Ruben, Open <br><hr><br>Katie didn't let go of Tabitha just yet. She held one arm around her while offering the other to Kacie. "I'm Katie Reynolds. But you shouldn't be embarrassed. Like I just told the others. I've changed quite a bit since high school. Back then I hung around Tabby quite a lot. My name used to be Henry." She said holing her head high saying that name again. Perhaps Tabby could feel how her grip around her strong hip became a little more tight. <br><br>When Phil left she said, "Well go eradicate those cheese sticks. But don't be a stranger." And then she turned her attention back to the two women. With an interested look in her eyes. "So.... the two of you arrived together?" she began and elbowed Tabby friendly. "Is there something I should know?" Her eyes lit up in expectation.<br><br>However the women didn't get time to explain themselves before they were interrupted yet again. But what an interruption! This man Katie didn't need a name tag to recognize, it was was no other than Ruben, Ruben McKenzie. Memories were coming back to Katie like a flood. She had a really serious crush on him back in high school. Henry hadn't had the courage to ever do anything about it. Not with the loathing he had for his own body and general confusion about himself. But in private, and with her best friends she had confessed her feelings. She had to admit to herself that her judgement hadn't been all bad back then. Ruben looked good, really good tonight. She couldn't hold back a smile as he called the three of them gorgeous. <br><br>Katie was almost perfectly still when he touched her tattoo. She tried her best not to show, but she was sure that the arm around Tabby betrayed her feelings. His touch was gentle and after his praise of the tattoo she looked up at him. <em>Was he always this tall?</em> "Thank you Ruben." She said. "It's good to see you again." She wondered if she should tell him that she had seen him several times on stage in LA. It wasn't like she had stalked him when she arrived to LA almost ten years ago. But she had seen his name on the cast of a play and she had just wanted to see her high school crush. It had still been early in her transition and there was a lot she wasn't sure about. So she had never approached her former school mate. But she had seen a lot of the plays he had been in. <br><br>So instead of admitting her stalker tendencies she settled for a, "How have you been?" While holding onto Tabby like her life depended on it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>23-01-2018, 22:31:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/13/2a/4c/132a4c20df60f8421cea6e7640be0e74.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sierra Lonnegan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13854605#msg13854605)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside -&gt; Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Mood music:</strong> Norikiyo - 何で？ (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HOkoLFycMrY)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Danny, Open<br><br><hr><br>Danny confirmed he was going in, commenting he couldn't avoid his former classmates for the rest of his life, or at least not tonight, now that he was here, wouldn't be worth it to not go in. Sierra knew what he meant. She had people she didn't want to see at the reunion too, people like Ashleigh or Lemar, although she doubted either would show, or rather was hopeful they wouldn't. Lemar was praised all the time at the restaurant whenever there was a Nets game, his on court or off court controversies excused right away. Most basketball fans around town were Knicks or Sixers fans, but since Lemar was a local boy, a lot of locals had rooted for his career ever since he joined. Ashleigh on the other hand, she didn't want to be reminded of all the bad memories in high school involving her. <br><br>Sierra followed Danny unto the pathway towards the front door. <br><br>"Thanks," she said with a smile, as they reached the door and he held it open for her, sneaking in. He then looked at her and asked if she was ready. <br><br>"Frankly, I don't think I am, but we'll see," she replied, a little bit more confident that she was coming in with someone kind like Danny. Truth be told, in high school, she thought he was a bit out of it, not serious enough about his life, but seeing him now, she knew she was mistaken back then. Never judge a book by its cover. She should know better. <br><br>Entering the lobby, she noticed the very apparent boards indicating the hotel's ballroom, where the reunion was taking place. Dragged towards the ballroom by advertisement pressure, she walked towards it, glancing at her side to see if Danny was following her. If he did, she would go on and enter the ballroom. <br><br>"I think we need to get name tags first," she said, noticing the table and greeting the check in clerk with a polite smile. "Hi, I'm Sierra Lonnegan," she announced herself. Checking a list, the clerk indicated she could proceed to get her tag on the table. After locating it she took hers and applied it on her dress, above her left breast. She then looked towards Danny to see if he was done getting his tag. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>23-01-2018, 22:31:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/sMfQPm0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Xander Madar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847336#msg13847336)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured + black converses.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Juliet, Tanner, Evion, Richard, Simon (temporary NPC), Open<br><br><hr><br>Richard then showed up, bringing Juliet a drink, before cheerfully greeting his high school friends with a playful jab. He then looked at Juliet, greeted her as well and complimented her looks. Conversational banalities, Xander admitted, but necessities in the context. He had lost contact with Richard and pretty much everyone else right after high school, and since he wasn't on social media, he didn't know about Elisabeth's passing. Glancing around Richard, he expected her to show up with him, and as he was about to inquire about her whereabouts to Richard, Tanner saved him from a possible disaster. <br><br>Tanner didn't seem to take that well Richard's banter, claiming Juliet could take care of herself, and she was probably more intelligent than all of the guys combined. <em>Her knight in shining armor,</em> Xander thought, amused by Tanner's reaction. Maybe he was only like that because of Juliet, Xander wasn't sure. He seemed to calm himself down quickly though, revealing he was doing well for himself, and even started a coffee shop in town called The Cloud. <br><br>"Oh, that's cool man, maybe I'll come by tomorrow before heading back to the city, see what it's like," Xander told Tanner, 'the city' referring to New York City, obviously. <br><br>Tanner then turned towards Evion, apparently not having recognized him yet, claiming he was a regular who always ordered the same thing and sat at the same place, before asking for his name. <br><br>"Wait, you really don't recognize him?" Xander asked with a chuckle. <br><br>He then looked at Juliet and her drink and felt thirsty for one, remembering what he had told Katie moments earlier. "I'll go get myself a drink, I'll see you guys later," Xander announced before walking away. <br><br>On his way to the bar, he was approached by some cheerful guy he recalled was in the football team. He glanced quickly at the name tag, reading the name Simon. <br><br>"Hey! You're George, right?" he asked, a hand on Xander's shoulder. The guy was massive and in the way...<br><br>"Absolutely," Xander replied, smiling back. "How have you been, Simon?"<br><br>"Good, good," he said. "Man, you changed A LOT."<br><br>"I sure did," Xander replied, moving past him. "I really need a drink, man, I'll see you around."<br><br>"Alright, George, take care," Simon said, walking away himself towards a group of people. <br><br><em>Who the fuck is George?</em> Xander wondered as he reached the bar, noticing the amalgam of people in front of him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wandering Mind</strong> on <strong>24-01-2018, 02:55:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/44/8b/89/448b894ea5c9f7aabd1b839fc1e7819b.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jon Arc (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13850034#msg13850034)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Traveler's suit as pictured (http://CLOTHING URL)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom, the bar<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Autumn (as she was leaving the bar), Kacie, Katie, Phil (if he can hear his loudness from the bar), Ruben, Open<hr><br>Jon fiddled with his black tie in annoyance.&nbsp; Formal wear was not something he cared for.&nbsp; For work, he already had to wear collared shirts but at least he could avoid wearing ties.&nbsp; He thought he looked good in a suit but it wasn't his style to wear anything formal.&nbsp; The semi-formal wear that his work place encouraged was a necessary evil in his mind.&nbsp; After a year, he was even getting used to it.&nbsp; But the tie at his neck, bugged him even if it was a clip-on.<br>&nbsp;<br>Looking for an opening for Phil, he was only listening on the peripheral as Autumn was talking.&nbsp; His mind came to a screeching halt as he slowly turned towards the dark sardonic woman.&nbsp; A slight smile cracked before a snort followed by giggles before it turned into a full blown laugh.&nbsp; Man, the delivery was epic.<br>&nbsp;<br>With Autumn effectively rebooting his brain, he was ready to switch gears.&nbsp; He was an attention-seeker, the life of a party.&nbsp; The positive vibes that he threw out should be bringing a smile on others faces.&nbsp; He was done being mopey.&nbsp; He'll make amends with R.T.&nbsp; He wasn't sure how but he would figure it out.&nbsp; He watched Autumn walked away, briefly wondered if they knew each other in high school, and made a mental note to talk to her again.&nbsp; She was cool in his book.<br><br>When Phil left all the lovely ladies, he had to hold back a groan.&nbsp; He should have moved faster.&nbsp; Oh well.&nbsp; It was true that he missed an opportunity to be Phil’s wingman but he had all night to make the guy look good.&nbsp; He openly stared at the blond girl when she said her name.&nbsp; Kacie?&nbsp; Kacie Rendro?!&nbsp; As he approached, he had to hold back from rushing her.<br><br>Jon scooped up Kacie up the arm pits and lifted her high into the air.&nbsp; He barely reacted when she accidentally spilled her drink from his abruptness.&nbsp; He stepped outside of the ring of people to make sure he didn't knock anybody over when he spun her around a couple of times before setting her down, laughing along the way.&nbsp; Like a hurricane, he moved like an unstoppable force, leaving bewilderment. <br>&nbsp;<br>“Kacie!” The oaf-of-a-man pulled her into a bear hug and lifted the shorter woman a second time before setting her down, It's been way too long.&nbsp; I missed you.”<br>&nbsp;<br>Jon had a smile that was ready to split his face, “You look different.&nbsp; Still looking good.&nbsp; Different but good.&nbsp; I barely recognized you.” The old image in his head didn’t match up with what he was seeing but if he was usually good with rolling with the punches.<br>&nbsp;<br>Turning back to Phil who was out of earshot, he practically shouted, “By the way, I told you that I didn’t need formal wear,” He pointed his thumb towards the blond in the crop top.<br>&nbsp;<br>Turning back to Kacie, one of his oldest friends, “What have you been up to?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>24-01-2018, 05:01:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cf/3e/5e/cf3e5e4a939ee5be79c0e778cdfea794.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Chrissa Lacie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847394#msg13847394)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black/white halter dress with a pair of clear, high-heeled platform shoes (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a1/b2/92/a1b292b6e7de91153962ea8ffce78c72.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Lobby | Bar <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nate, Baylee, Open<br><br>People continued to filter in through the double doors of the ballroom.&nbsp; Many of them chatted away, laughing and reminiscing with their old school buddies, while others seem to be struggling with trying to make connections, their conversations short and feeling awkward.&nbsp; Some of her favorites (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EkHTsc9PU2A) were cranking out over the speakers, but the noisy drone of voices and laughter would occasionally drown them out.<br><br>However, Chrissa wasn’t aware of any of that now.&nbsp; Observing Nate from across the way, her thoughts drifted back to the summer of 2007.&nbsp; Back to the little diner on Main Street where the two had worked together, where they first became friends, and that friendship eventually becoming something more.&nbsp; They began dating, hanging out together after work.&nbsp; Honestly, she hadn’t thought of Nate in a long while, but now, the memories of the time they shared, remembering how great he truly was, all washed over her like a flood.&nbsp; And then, there was the "what ifs".&nbsp; What might have happened if she hadn’t listened to others, telling her she wasn’t good enough for him?&nbsp; What if she had let him be the one to decide that?&nbsp; Would he even care to ever talk to her again?&nbsp; All of these thoughts ran through her head.&nbsp; It was like that part of her life was suddenly flashing before her eyes.<br><br>Watching as he made his way towards her, she did her best to remain poised, feeling a blush spread across her face.&nbsp; &nbsp;She wasn’t sure if the sudden warmth was due to him or the tequila.&nbsp; Nervous fingertips softly brushed across her neck. <br>&nbsp;<br><em>“…It’s <strong>Nate</strong>.”</em><br><br>“<strong>Nate</strong> Phelps”.<br><br>They both spoke his first name in unison.&nbsp; Chrissa pointed at him as if to say <em>“I know who you are”</em>.&nbsp; He didn't need a name tag for her to recognize him. <br>&nbsp;With a giddy laugh, she took a step closer.<br><br>“It's great to see you, too, Nate.&nbsp; You look just as handsome as you always did!”&nbsp; &nbsp; Opening her arms and leaning in, she looped them both around his shoulders/neck and gave him a gentle hug.&nbsp; <br><br>"...perhaps a bit taller!" she added with a small chuckle, needing to stand on tip-toe as they embraced.&nbsp; When she pulled back, she let one hand gently linger on his upper arm, while she half-turned and pointed over to the bar with her other.<br><br>“Did you want to get something to drink?&nbsp; Baylee is over here somewhere, you remember her, right?”<br><br>Chrissa wanted to keep it all casual, play it cool.&nbsp; But beneath the facade, there was no denying it:&nbsp; Seeing Nate Phelps again was having some kind of an effect on her.&nbsp; Not in a bad way.&nbsp; There was this <em>energy</em> between them.&nbsp; Or maybe it was all her.&nbsp; <em>Did she linger too long in the hug?</em>&nbsp; She hoped not.&nbsp; <em>Did he know about Lacie Blue?</em> He might.&nbsp; <br><br>With all the ramblings going on inside her head, she decided she should probably order herself another drink, too. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>24-01-2018, 14:11:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/78/e8/1c/78e81c239dea1f3c6ffbfdb6187d4872.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Autumn Lanche (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13846241#msg13846241)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (https://i.imgur.com/PM9GIZX.jpg) (not wearing name tag)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom | Window/Corner<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ashleigh (Open)<br><br><hr><br>Before Autumn whisked Ashleigh over to the corner where a thorough investigation of a window was imminent, she observed the bewilderment, followed by the guffaw that came from the guy at the bar. A smirk cracked her composure, though she restrained herself from laughing at her own joke - which inevitably, made her dry delivery work that much better. <br><br>Her particular sense of humor was, undoubtedly, one of the main reasons she was labeled as a weirdo in high school. Yet, it was also a trait that helped define her. <br><br>With a peer over her shoulder at him, she glanced at his name tag: Jonathan. Briefly, she wondered if they had ever crossed paths at Westwood High, but it was a fleeting consideration. Her interactions in school - significant ones - could easily be counted on her hands. Therefore, the likelihood that he even knew her name, unless overhearing others saying it, was very low. <br><br>At Ashleigh's remark about the boring personality she loaded into her AI, Autumn snickered - which was just as good as a giggle, for her. "And I see you've just gotten the latest upgrade for Bitch Mode," she jabbed right back, a very subtle curl happening at the corners of her lips. The response was not one she had expected from Ashleigh, who went back and forth with her like a pro, back in the day. Her pleas felt out of place, not that Autumn was one to decipher what was considered normal and what was not. <br><br>"Okay..." Autumn muttered, letting the word extend for a long time as she eyed up Ashleigh, like she was growing an arm out of her forehead. Thankfully, she agreed to move across the room with her just then. A change in scenery, along with a much less crowded area, sounded ideal to Autumn, too. When they reached the window, Autumn set her drink down on the sill and pressed her forehead against the glass, her fingers lining the edges as she actually began to check for locks.<br><br>"I was serious too!" She exclaimed back, though her tone only shifted pitch minutely. But when her gaze found Ashleigh's again, she realized that her counterpart had something serious to discuss with her. So, Autumn let out a small sigh, folded arms over chest, and stared her down; the equivalent of giving her full attention. Ashleigh grabbed her phone and began reading a script, keeping her voice hushed and her words a secret. An apology left her mouth and Autumn's lips pressed together to try and keep from snorting.<br><br>She went on though, using words like 'addiction' and 'recovering' and 'harm.' At one point, Autumn couldn't hold it back anymore. "Pff-" she pressed a hand over her mouth to try and dampen the sound, but it captured Ashleigh's attention before she could finish. Insisting that she do just that, though, Ashleigh completed her little apology, closed the app on her phone and met Autumn's stare to awkwardly stumble through a face-to-face apology. Autumn lowered her hand from her mouth, her expression as dull and emotionless as ever. When Ashleigh demanded that she say something, silencing herself with a swig of her drink, Autumn could only roll her eyes.<br><br>"What is this? A dare, or something? Am I on hidden camera right now?" Her eyes went wide as she deliberately looked side to side for any sign of recording equipment. There wasn't any, though. So, Autumn took a deep breath and reached out for Ashleigh's shoulder, locking eyes with her as a serious demeanor took her over. "I'm sorry too. For using the strap-on more often than you did. Ugh, it was so selfish of me." Autumn shook her head, a near pained expression working onto her features, as she really hammed it up. "Think of how many orgasms you were driven to because of that thing!" She animatedly bit at her lower lip. "Fuck, that was just so wrong of me." <br><br>When she finished with her clumsy acting debut, Autumn released Ashleigh's shoulder and chuckled lowly. "Is this for real?" She gestured to the phone. "I'm pretty sure of the two of us, I was the nymphomaniac." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>24-01-2018, 16:10:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/bd/af/91/bdaf9141835a54694551382cd809ee00.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kacie Rendro (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13846258#msg13846258)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Stupid-tight button fly jeans; (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a6/4c/a3/a64ca31389caafcd099b1b572ef6ba29.jpg) cutout crop top. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/7d/25/0e/7d250e42b1cdfdc5eb274c382cd7b12a.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong>Still at the bar, looking more and more gobsmacked<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Tabbie (as she goes), Phil (as HE goes), Katie, Jon, mentioning Evion, open<br><br><hr><br>It was for sure Kay's day to be shocked, surprised, and generally unsettled.&nbsp; Some of it- most of it- was more pleasant than she had expected, but the whirl of new-old faces and personalities was making her wonder if coming had been a good idea. "See you later, Phil. For sure, when you come up, let's try to work in a lunch. Coffee, at least." Voted most likely to not know one of her own classmates when he showed up at her job. All she could do was laugh at herself.<br><br>"Wow," she said to Henry-Katie. She couldn't claim to have know her at all well, when she had been a he, but the very fact that Kate was so open about the whole thing was very cool. "You're the first person I've met who's done the full transition. You look amazing!&nbsp; Which...yeah, I guess that comes across as pretty shallow, huh? Not how I meant it." Awkwardly, she patted Katie's shoulder. "You seem happy. Which is the important part." Then she chuckled, as Tabbie detached herself mumbling something about needing a rest room. "No, no. Tabitha and I met in the elevator on the way down. Neither of us recognized the other- it's been a while. And I was never very social. I uh...yeah." She decided to leave the topic of her unpredictable attractions off the table for the moment.<br><br>As she watched the built blonde leave, the weird part happened. She felt an arm, then two wrap themselves around her, blocking out the brief sight she'd had of the small man with the mint green hair.&nbsp; <em>Isn't that&nbsp; Ev- what the<strong> fuck!? </strong></em>Whoever it was that had grabbed her was big enough she couldn't even tell what he looked like. Not until he had eased up a bit and she could wriggle free could she see his face. "Jon?"&nbsp; Of all the people she'd met- well, met <strong>again</strong>- so far, he had changed the least. Still a goof, with serious boundary issues.<br><br>Now, though, it was far easier to deal with, and he'd never been mean-spirited or a jerk. She slugged him, lightly, in the shoulder. "It's 2108, dummy," she chortled. "You don't just grab women you haven't seen in forever. Don't you read the news?"&nbsp; Then she returned the hug. something that would have caused the earth to stop spinning, it it had been the 'old' Kacie. "You're still a goof. How are you!&nbsp; You look...the same."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>24-01-2018, 16:51:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/TkNo2mb.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ashleigh Slater (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13854315#msg13854315)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> (as pictured)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Ballroom (moving from Bar to Window)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Autumn (Mellific)<br><br><hr><br>Ashleigh was practically trembling as she waited for Autumn's reaction. All those hours with her therapist being convinced that her relationship with the half-robot was abusive had left her convinced that there would be some sort of melt down but...no, she was....confused?<br><br>"Uh, no..." Ashleigh began a bit nervously, a bit of hope creeping into her voice as Autumn questioned whether this was a prank. "I..."<br><br>She lost her voice as Autumn did two things that sent her mind reeling, she touched her shoulder softly and she mentioned the strap on. "Oooh." Ashleigh let out a helpless little moan of desire as she gazed into Autumn's eyes. That hand was just as not-soft-as-it-should-be-because-you're-too-busy-welding-and-not-moisturizing as she remembered. And that strap on. Her eyes practically fluttered closed as memories practically throwing the girl onto various beds or letting the nerdy girl throw her onto the same beds and then....mmmmf. She bit her lip just a bit as her eyes opened. Wait, what was she saying.<br><br>"You! I knew it!" She hissed. "You told me I got drunk and used it but I knew I just passed out and you were cheating on me to cut in line," she glanced about a bit nervously as she sensed her voice rising and lowered it again, "It was <em>my turn</em> on prom night! <em>And</em> right before graduation! Ooooh you sneaky little..." She had stepped in closer, her free hand rising up to play at the edge of Autumn's short hair, a rather needy sigh emerging from Ashleigh as she locked eyes with her once and hopefully future lover. Despite Autumn often mocking her intelligence and taking advantage of her superior brains in exactly the manner she'd just revealed, Ashleigh couldn't help but lover her for it. And of course get even using own physical superiority. Both of those things seemed to have increased in the years that passed, Autumn seemed if anything smarter than before, and Ashleigh knew she was stronger. Ooooh this could be so much fun!<br><br>She looked as good as she had in high school, better really, she'd never seen her in a dress and heels like this before! She glanced her up and down, realizing she'd skipped the requisite girly greeting of complimenting everything about her from head to toe, but then again their relationship had never really been about that, so why start now except to say - "You look fucking incredible by the way, told you you'd look great in heels." As she purred it out she couldn't help but imagine what it would be like with her improved muscles to womanhandle this little minx onto her hotel bed and - <br><br>She gulped, her hand still lingering on Autumn's hair she set her drink down on the windowsill, and then slowly raised her other hand to caress the girl's waist, "So you uh, you weren't mad about..." No, dumb question, she could tell she wasn't. <em>Where can I get a strap on.</em> Was the only question burning a hole in Ashleigh's brain right now. She had ground to make up and - no, no, willpower!<br><br>She closed her eyes, forcing herself to stop thinking about fucking Autumn again and pulled her hand away from her waist, letting go of her hair obviously very reluctantly. "Well I have uh, other people to apologize too..." she had a feeling they probably wouldn't go the same way. "But um, maybe uh, we could see each other later?" She asked with a hopeful grin that turned into a soft little giggle. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>24-01-2018, 16:55:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.u2mtv.com/files/actor/9/7/97f4b8ceb7d493913b51f5c63b8d03e9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Juliet Rhodes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847695#msg13847695)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Navy mini-dress and taupe, strappy heels (http://www3.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Viacom+TCA+Summer+2016+azEUeWS62uXx.jpg) (wearing name tag)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Xander (before he leaves), Tanner, Evion, Richard, Open!<br><br><hr><br>As she waited for her drink, Juliet exchanged gentle, warm smiles, with the three guys in front of her, who were seemingly catching up with one another. Or, in the case of Evion and Tanner, trying to remember who the other was. It wasn't long before a voice spoke up from behind, procuring the non-alcoholic drink she had requested. "Oh, thank you so much!" She took the drink and glanced at the man delivering it, only to realize that it was no server at all - but Richard. <br><br>"Richard!" She happily announced his name, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth at the comment he made about the others forgetting to tend to her needs. A hand absently waved at the air, deeming the matter either unimportant or not worth mentioning. There were more pressing matters at hand - like greeting him with a hug, which was exactly what she did. "You look wonderful," she murmured near his ear as her arms wound around him and she gave him a firm hug. Somehow, she was able to keep from spilling even a drop of her drink.&nbsp; <br><br>"It's great to see you, too. I'm so glad that you came tonight." Juliet wasn't sure that he would, but had high hopes that he might. It wasn't for her to say when the 'right time' was for him to move on, by any stretch of the imagination, but she figured that at the very least, he could use the excuse to get out. "Oh, thanks," she beamed at his compliment, though her head turned to the side a little shyly at the flattery. <br><br>Evion stammered out an apology for his actions, which caused Juliet to shake her head at him. "No, no, don't worry about it. It was an accident." She softly chuckled at his clumsiness, which was much the same as she recalled from high school. The remarks from Tanner, which were directed at Richard, instantly made the back of Juliet's neck prickle. She hesitated, but managed to flag a hand near Tanner, in an effort to gain his attention. "Actually, it's not wine - it's a Shirley Temple," she admitted sheepishly, trying to lighten the mood, because apparently someone had to. How the tension suddenly sprung from nowhere, was beyond her, though. <br><br>"I didn't come here just to get drunk and forget everything, you know?" She addressed everyone in the circle, not just Tanner, perhaps with the hope of changing the topic altogether. She sucked on her lower lip briefly before bringing the drink to her mouth and taking a sip from the straw. Admittedly, it was a rather childish looking drink, but Juliet didn't mind sharing that it was one of her favorites. Her heart was thrumming in her chest as Tanner changed direction and redirected his attention onto Evion, all while Xander decided that he would excuse himself to get a drink. "See you," she called out to him, politely.<br><br>Smally, she pouted. The only reason she didn't leave the conversation to get herself a drink was because she didn't want to seem rude to those who she was chatting with. Yet, that choice caused a ripple effect that she hadn't seen coming. In the back of her mind, she mulled over Tanner's words; was it wrong to occasionally prefer for a guy to dote on a girl? She sucked idly at the straw again, taking another, longer sip, as she grew distracted by the train of thought. Either way, one thing was evident - Tanner wasn't the sort of guy to fawn all over a girl, apparently. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangeflower</strong> on <strong>24-01-2018, 17:46:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://pixel.nymag.com/imgs/daily/vulture/2014/10/20/20-ryan-phillippe-cruel-intentions.w529.h529.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Richard Toomes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13851750#msg13851750)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Suit with red shirt. (https://images.hugoboss.com/is/image/boss/hbeu50297076_001_10?$re_fullPageZoom$&amp;wid=1500&amp;hei=2275)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hotel Ballroom <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Juliet, Xander (as he leaves), Tanner, Evion, Open<br><hr><br><br>Richard wrapped his arms around Juliet to return the hug. He even managed not to spill his champagne in the act. He smiled at her, "I wouldn't have missed seeing you in your element. You've really outdone yourself this time Ms. Rhodes." He said acknowledging her work with the reunion. "It's good to get out. The kids are with my parents today and will stay with Elisabeth's parents tomorrow." He smiled to himself and Juliet, "I've not been away from them for more than half a day before. So it's a little nerve wrecking." He admitted.<br><br>Richard then turned his head when Tanner spoke, "My friend. It's not about her being able. We live in the 21<sup>st</sup> century, but one should never forget being little courteous at times." But his smile didn't falter. In high school Tanner had always had a way of putting his foot in his mouth, especially when women were around. It seemed he hadn't gotten over that habit. And he was quite sure that Juliet didn't mind that he had brought her the drink. At least he thought he knew her well enough that she'd tell him if she minded. <br><br>As Xander turned to leave for the bar Richard said, "See you around." He noticed Xander speaking to someone that he didn't recognize. <br><br>Tanner and Evion seemed to be into their conversation. So Richard turned to Juliet. "How have you been since last Juliet?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>24-01-2018, 18:06:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/0d/bf/43/0dbf43b373a342d626d1bd4089266698--marlon-teixeira-candies.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> "Danny" Dannings (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13854701#msg13854701)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as pictured with dark brown dress shoes<br><strong>Location:</strong> Heading into Hilton Hotel Ballroom (name tag station) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sierra, Open<br><br><hr><br>Sierra was as gracious as he remembered, thanking him for being considerate enough to open the door for her. Frankly, he didn't feel it was something that he needed to be thanked for. But, he took it anyway, smiling back at her with a lopsided smirk of his own.<br><br>Once inside the lobby, he asked the dreaded question; whether or not she was ready. Her answer was one he should've expected, since it echoed exactly how he felt. Sierra was brimming with hopefulness, despite the obvious apprehension she had revealed moments earlier. Danny grinned broadly down at her, giving a nod of encouragement to both her, and himself. "We'll see," he echoed.<br><br>She directed him to the table in the ballroom, just beyond the double doors, where name tags and other memorabilia were laying, along with a framed, blown up picture of their graduating class. Danny glanced at it momentarily, then chuckled to himself, wondering if he was even in that picture. More than likely, he was getting stoned in the parking lot, or just flat out ditching. <br><br>Sierra gave her name first and the attendant behind the table helped her find the correct tag, then encouraged her to sign into the guest book. Danny had already found his by the time she was done. "You wanna do mine?" He asked, already having peeled his name tag off of the clingy backing. He held it up to her to take hold of. "I get really," he paused, knowing this explanation would be weird. <br><br>"Er. I get disoriented with depth perception and field of focus stuff." He gave her a look that was supposed to imitate a charming plea. "Please?" Then he put on the puppy dog eyes and a cheesy grin. <br><br>"Chances are, if you put it on, it'll be straight. Like yours is!" He pointed to hers, but was mindful to keep his hand a safe distance away from her breast. When he realized he was pointing to her chest and how that might look to others, he dropped his hand into his pocket, burying it before it could cause further harm. <br><br>Once that was taken care of - whether she helped him or left him to fend for himself, Danny took a look around at the others congregated all along the room and hummed along to the song that was playing. Despite his years of smoking, it was evident that the deep, dulcet tones of his singing voice had not suffered. Breaking from the hum, he regarded Sierra again. "So, would you like me to get you a drink? Or something to eat?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lustfulintentions</strong> on <strong>24-01-2018, 20:29:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/LUiBrTe.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nate Phelps (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13853665#msg13853665)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>Dark casual slacks, crisp white collared shirt, blue checked blazer (pictured)[/url]<br><strong>Location:</strong>Hilton Lobby, then Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chrissa (Baylee), Open<br><br>He welcomed the hug, even if the embrace was a bit unexpected. When her arms went high, his went a bit lower, looping lightly around her mid-section, about midway between her breastline and her hips. Careful not to linger too long in the hug, he took a quick inhale through his nose, catching just a bit of fresh sweetness from her hair. <br><br>Now, <strong>"...perhaps a bit taller!"</strong> elicited a bit of a laugh as he took a half step back, his hand slipping up and under her elbow, holding it lightly where she’d extended to maintain light contact with his arm. Looking down, he made a bit of a motion with his free hand, “I don’t know how you could tell with those shoes on. I’m pretty sure you didn’t own anything like those 10 years ago. Your dad would’ve shot you.”<br><br>Without hesitation, he took her up on the offer of a drink at the bar, dropping his contact with her elbow almost reluctantly. On the short walk across the ballroom, he kept up the chatter. Casting a quick peek over Chrissa in Baylee’s direction, he smiled and nodded in her direction. “Of course I remember Bay! Partners in crime still, huh?” He laughed, sticking his outside hand in his pants pocket as they walked. “Nice to see you guys able to be so close still. That’s a real friendship.”<br><br>Upon reaching the bar, the hand came back out of his pocket and rested on the highly polished wood. <br>“What would you like, Chrissa? This round’s my treat,” he smirked, knowing it to be a bad and old joke while silently chastising himself.&nbsp; <br><br><em> And you wonder why she broke up with you in high school. Bad jokes are bad jokes regardless of how old you are. </em><br><br>“Bulleit Manhattan for me, please, and for the lady..” His voice trailed off-he had no clue what Chrissa might order. <br><br>Once her order was placed, he took a minute, just to drink her in. Even when they were younger, Chrissa could dress to attract attention. From the time she’d hit puberty, her body allowed for it. But, <em>this</em> outfit was another level altogether. <br><br>As the bartender worked behind the bar to fix up drinks for the pair, Nate leaned against the hardwood a bit. “Can you believe it’s been 10 years? Doesn’t always feel like it. So? Tell me-how have you been? What have you been doing the last ten years?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wandering Mind</strong> on <strong>24-01-2018, 21:11:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/44/8b/89/448b894ea5c9f7aabd1b839fc1e7819b.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jon Arc (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13850034#msg13850034)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Traveler's suit as pictured (http://CLOTHING URL)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom, the bar<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kacie, Katie, Ruben, Open<hr><br>"Sorry," Jon gave an exaggerated expression pain and rubbed his shoulder, "Forgive me?" He pouted, "If it makes you feel any better, you can grab and lift me up anytime?"<br><br>He looked down at himself, "I guess that's a product of good genes?&nbsp; Don't tell any of my sisters that.&nbsp; That have inflated enough egos to lift the whole hotel," Jon threw his arms out and spun, letting his suit jacket flair out a little before it settled, overly dramatic, "Booya!" <br><br>He looked up at the ceiling in thought.&nbsp; His belly felt warm as the rum hit it.<br><br>“Okay.&nbsp; What's new..." He looked back down into her eyes with a goofy smile, "Oh!&nbsp; I’m a ninja.&nbsp; I took some ninjutsu back in college.&nbsp; I got a yellow belt and everything.&nbsp; Waata!” He emphasized his falsetto war cry with a couple of chops in the air and awkward kick, “After getting an English degree, I was working on some odds and ends.&nbsp; I did the band thing with Danny but it turns out that I’m no good at the bass.&nbsp; I play a mean tune on the kazoo but Danny said ‘no’ on that.&nbsp; We could have been epic.&nbsp; Talk about lost opportunities.&nbsp; Oh!&nbsp; I did a web comic.&nbsp; Wow.&nbsp; I forgot about that.&nbsp; I also wrote.&nbsp; Sent in some proposals to some networks for any of my ideas to be picked up.&nbsp; I also got a computer degree and I’m working on my student loans because I’m an adult,” He groaned,&nbsp; “Working as tech support.&nbsp; I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to tell people to turn off their computer and starting it back up,” He rolled his eyes, “Got a new car.&nbsp; It’s pretty swanky if I do say so myself.&nbsp; I mean, it’s no Malibu or anything.&nbsp; I miss the way it would backfire, the fear that something would fall out from the underside of the car, or that it wouldn’t start occasionally.&nbsp; The new car is all shiny with power windows and working AC and everything,” He sighed dramatically, “Woes is me.&nbsp; First world problems.&nbsp; Adulthood is hard with responsibilities and junk.&nbsp; Why didn’t anybody warn us about that?” He rambled.<br><br>"Now your turn."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Szandor</strong> on <strong>25-01-2018, 01:18:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/bc/26/de/bc26deca6a1fb6a93eadb16180f0898f--chris-pine-chris-delia.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tanner McCloud (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847272#msg13847272)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Outfit (https://www.thefashionisto.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/Esquire_UK_May_2013_Page_088.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Juliet, Xander, Evion, Richard -<strong> Closed</strong><br><hr><br>Tanner rolled his eyes as he smirked in response to Richard. "When you've been dragged through the metaphorical mud during a divorce, then come back and tell me how that gentlemanly stuff is going for you. Besides, putting the other guys down because we didn't think to get Juliet a drink before you isn't cool." He snapped.<br><br>Bitterness and snide comments were what ruled Tanner in a debate like this. To him, this wasn't even an argument yet. After years of being married to a woman who insisted that everything he did was never good enough, and every romantic thing he did for her was 'taking feminism back decades', he was more than a little changed. The man had buried himself in his work to get away from his relationship, and even now he still harbored the idea that if he was too 'Victorian gentleman' to a woman she'd grow to hate him. The idea that women should be treated as peers wasn't a bad one, but when it came to interacting with men on the gentlemanly side, Tanner let his claws show a little too much in defense of himself.<br><br>The man turned his attention from Richard again and looked to Evion. He smirked, more a forced one that became more real as he thought less and less about his ex-Wife and what he had left behind six months ago. Tanner looked again, and as Xander spoke in an incredulous tone.<br><br><em>"Wait, you really don't recognize him?"</em><br><br>Tanner looked to Xander, then chuckled and averted his gaze back to Evion. All of a sudden, as if lightning had struck him and he had unlocked a secret compartment of his brain, he remembered. Tanner grinned wide, and exclaimed. "Evan! I mean, ah shit-" He chuckled, then looked to Evion. "Evion!"<br><br>From their high school years together, Tanner remembered that almost everyone that encountered Evion more than once forgot how to pronounce his name or forgot it all together, and he never seemed fazed by it at all. He wouldn't be too hurt when Tanner mispronounced his. The taller man clapped a hand on Evion's shoulder and chuckled. "Dude, the hair! You've changed so much... Christ, haven't we all gone from zero to hero, huh? At least the outer shell, right?" Tanner asked, chuckling to himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Szandor</strong> on <strong>25-01-2018, 02:14:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/0c/0e/38/0c0e385f5fee5d16727ce84dde9adeaf--zachary-quinto-pies.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ruben McKenzie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13861538#msg13861538)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Outfit (https://media.gq.com/photos/570d7849c256dbf232d2e93a/master/w_1483/wtwt-gq-april-6.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Katie, Jon, Kacie, Tabitha - <strong>Open!</strong><br><hr><br>The only one he didn't even vaguely recognize - the one who's tattoos were absolutely <em>gorgeous!</em> - was the one to speak to him first. Ruben grinned wide, and nodded. "You know, I've been great! I don't think I've changed very much, though. Everyone else here is so beautiful that I can hardly recognize anyone, I'm a little jealous." Ruben said with a cheeky smile. He was joking about being jealous... a little bit. He wondered if he had seen this woman before in high school... she didn't look like anyone he&nbsp; had talked to though.<br><br>"You know," Ruben said. He took another sip of his wine, then smirked to Katie. "I feel terrible about this, but I have absolutely no idea what your name is? Where did I know you from?" Ruben asked, leaning against the counter with a kind, but intensely curious expression.<br><br>As a young man, Ruben knew almost everyone in his grade. Even if he hadn't of known Katie - whom he did not know was Henry - he would have known of her. That was why he was so eager to learn who she was, so he could connect the dots and reminisce about something they had said together, or something that Ruben remembered about them. He had at least one memory to discuss with everyone. Ruben looked up, and noticed Jon talking to one of the other girls. The man tilted his head, and held up his wine glass as a silent acknowledgement of the man.<br><br>Jon had gotten very handsome, but Ruben forced himself to back down on the flirtatious looks a little. He had to remember who was open to having a man flirt with them at this reunion. He knew most of the men here liked women... so it was more like a game of 'Spot the Gay' in the Ballroom. Hm. Ruben decided he'd worry about then when the time came. For now, he had to find out who the heck Katie was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangeflower</strong> on <strong>25-01-2018, 02:48:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C6E65K8UoAEtAgc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katie Reynolds (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847310#msg13847310)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Knee length dress, showing almost an outrageous amount of cleavage, 4 inch spike leather boots. (https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C6E65K8UoAEtAgc.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom, the bar<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tabitha (leaving), Kacie, Jon, Ruben, Open <br><hr><br>Tabitha excused herself to the bathroom and disentangled herself from a reluctant Katie. And with Jon occupying Kacie that left Katie with Ruben. Of course she could have found worse men to be left alone with. <br><br>She couldn't help but smile when Ruben said he was jealous on everyone else for being beautiful. <em>Have you looked in a mirror lately sexy hunk? You look so good that I want to drag you into a room and devour you.</em> She thought to herself, but decided that it would be a little too forward. Instead she settled for, "I think you look great Ruben."<br><br>Katie sipped her drink and then put it on the bar. "Well. You shouldn't feel terrible for not knowing my name." She confessed, "It's Katie, but it's not the same name as I had back in high school." Though she hated it, it seemed like she'd have to tell this tale quite a few times. "I think you are the fourth or fifth I need to explain it to. Perhaps I should just make a big sign." She said, "It should say: <em>This pre-op transsexual was Henry back in high school</em>. And then with a big fucking arrow flashing." She said chuckling. Though this was what she had dreaded coming to this party, it was getting easier for every time she said it. <br><br>She sighed, a bit less tense, "So I knew you from class. I'm not sure you remember me. It wasn't like we spoke much back then. But I saw you in on stage back in LA. I think it was about nine years ago, about the same time I got my first contract. I thought it was cool to see you there on stage but I was living as a woman then and didn't really want to get my new life mixed up with my former life. But I did follow your career from a distance in LA." OK she had seen him in more than one play, more like every single play he had been in. But there was no reason to reveal her fan tendencies to him. After all she had experienced several creepy fans herself and she was not going to be one herself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Szandor</strong> on <strong>25-01-2018, 03:30:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/0c/0e/38/0c0e385f5fee5d16727ce84dde9adeaf--zachary-quinto-pies.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ruben McKenzie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13861538#msg13861538)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Outfit (https://media.gq.com/photos/570d7849c256dbf232d2e93a/master/w_1483/wtwt-gq-april-6.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Katie - <strong>Open!</strong><br><hr><br>When Ruben heard the news of who Katie was, he blinked, then chuckled a little. "Gosh, now you're making me feel even less beautiful!" Ruben gestured to Katie and giggle again. "Look at you, being your true self, and rocking that dress too!"<br><br>Ruben tried to remember Henry, then got a small-ish memory from the filing cabinet in his mind. "Ohh, you were sort of shy weren't you? I think we spoke a few times, but I might have been a little too over-the-top back then." Ruben said, not realizing that he was just as over the top now as he was back then. He took another sip of his wine, and listened as the woman spoke about his carer.<br><br>As much As Ruben wanted to get away from his career tonight, he could never not be flattered when someone spoke about the shows he was in. When someone mentioned watching a show to see him, or even when Katie mentioned observing his career from a distance in LA, Ruben felt his heart swell a little. He was the sort of man that didn't think he was all that great. Sure, he knew he could sing and he loved to have attention, but it wasn't like he was the next Hugh Jackman or anything. He was just doing what he loved. If people loved what he loved, then that was all the better.<br><br>"You should have stayed after the show, we could have reminisced! I could have introduced you to some of the cast, gone out for a drink." Ruben said with a smile. He took another sip of his wine, then shrugged. "Then again, I probably drink entirely too much. My blood is wine and caffeine." He joked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chasseybaby</strong> on <strong>25-01-2018, 05:54:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/lwTw3jW.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Baylee Rocywood (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13846596#msg13846596)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;A flowing black thin strapped dress, a pair of sandals heels and a large black handbag (https://i.imgur.com/KVBOPQX.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> In the ballroom by the bar then floating away to mingle<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chrissa | Nate | (Phi?) | Open<br><hr><br>Smiled to herself as she had noticed Chrissa seeing Nate, her old boyfriend from way back when. Nate was a good guy, she didn't have to question his motives and knew he cared for her best friend dearly. So when the two broke it off Baylee was first to question why. Chrissa was cryptic about the break-up and Bay didn't want to upset her and just said she would be there if she needed her. For a shoulder to cry on, ice cream to eat and lots and lots of popcorn and chick flicks to forget her Nate. But as her eyes darted between the two she could see sparks were still hot for one another. <br><br>Once the first few shots were down Baylee felt like she could take on the night and possibly a gator. But she sat composed as Chrissa and her scouted out anyone they knew. She played with the lime wedge as she saw her bestie’s eyes drifting back to Nate again.&nbsp; She rolled her eyes and shook her head. High school sweethearts… She was about to kick her friend in his direction but saw that he was making his way toward them. She gave a proud smile, she knew she liked him for a reason. Wasn't scared to get what he wanted, though she could tell he seemed a bit nervous, though Chrissa was no better. She quirked her lips and watched the two intact. She sighed as their body language clearly gave away the lingering affection they had for one another. She couldn't hear what they were saying and was interpreted by the bartender asking if she wanted another drink, <strong>“How bout a Long Island Iced Tea, darlin thanks.”</strong> Soon the couple were making their way over, she put on her best smile and flipped her hair over one shoulder acting if she had been observing their whole introduction from the bar. <br><br>Once Nate and Chrissa were back at the bar she smiled in Nate’s direction and gave a friendly wave. <strong>“Hey Nate. how have ya been? And yes girl always needs a partner. Who else is going to bust her out of jail, eh?”</strong> She took her drink and stirred the dark liquor with her straw. <strong>“Well you know what they say, sisters by heart not by blood.”</strong> She gave Chrissa a big smile feeling as if the quote ran true between them. Seeing that she was beginning to be the three wheel she made a scene of seeing someone and excused herself. She made it behind Nate’s back to look at Chrissa and pointed at him mouthing out, <em>‘OMG I think he still likes you! Just talk to him!’</em> She then leaned back a bit and checked him out. She then looked at Chrissa and gave the okay sign again mouthing, <em>‘Still as a nice ass, good luck’</em> Then she was off to make nice or havoc, whichever found her first. <br><br>Bay passed a few acquaintances and made small talk, curious to see how their lives had turned out and were jealous to some of them already started a family. She was looking at a picture of a chubby baby when someone asked if she had any kids. When she said she had not they questioned how come when she was such a party girl back in high school they figured she would have a ton of kids by now. Then the joke's started about her and her Southern roots, of rising twelve kids in a trailer park with three ex-husbands. Her temper rose as her fingers dug into the soft leather of her bag. She guessed some people never changed. She wanted to rub it in their faces that she was actual a talent scout now and vice president to one of the country’s biggest music labels. Though if they believed her would be another story. Her eyes turned dark as she excused herself from the group, cringing as their laugher followed her. She made her way to the buffet table and took a sip of her drink as her eyes looked over the food. She wasn't really paying any attention to what was on the table but was still fuming over what the others had said. She shook her head and took a deep breathe, she didn't know them and she didn't care. She kept repeating to herself as she picked up a plate and started to select different finger food to munch on. Once she was done she picked up her drink and cussed as she bag fell to the floor in front of her. With her hands full she was scared to bend down in heels to retrieve it and falling flat on her face. Wondering if would be silly to kick it all the way over to a empty table. Fumbling with her plate and glass she sighed in defeat and looked over to the person beside her, <strong> Excuse me suga, could you give me a hand..."</strong> She said with such a gentle voice. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangeflower</strong> on <strong>25-01-2018, 07:16:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C6E65K8UoAEtAgc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katie Reynolds (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847310#msg13847310)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Knee length dress, showing almost an outrageous amount of cleavage, 4 inch spike leather boots. (https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C6E65K8UoAEtAgc.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom, the bar<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ruben, Open <br><hr><br>Katie laughed a little. "Will you stop that! You look amazingly hot Ruben. You always have." <em>Oops</em>! Had she said too much? She could feel her cheeks heat and hoped that her make up would hide the telltale signs. "I mean... you were always yourself. Not hiding or anything."<br><br>It felt good talking to Ruben and Katie could feel that she was starting to relax in his presence. "Yeah! I was kind of shy back then. I mostly kept to my crowd of girls. It made me feel like I was one of the girls. But I never had the courage to ever date to guy." Well it hadn't only been courage that she had lacked, she had also lacked the right body to be the person she wanted. <br><br>When Ruben spoke about meeting in LA she sipped her drink and played with the straw with her tongue. " The alcohol wouldn't have bothered me even if we were both only 19 back then." Having lived in the home he did, Henry knew all about alcohol way before any kid should have. But luckily Katie wasn't her mom, she had learned early on where her limits were. And she was quite sure she wouldn't end up like her mom. How did that bitch ever manage to drink right after awaking from a night of drinking? "I just didn't want to come out to everyone I knew back then. To be honest I was scared if I was doing the right thing starting in the industry, my body was acting up and so were my moods with all the hormones. I guess I wasn't very sociable back then." She told him and raised her glass, "But I'm glad to meet you here. " <br><br>"I saw your last play." She then said, and added with a smile, "At the opening night." It wasn't like it was the first opening of one of his plays that she had been at. "I think it was great! You played that role so good." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Szandor</strong> on <strong>25-01-2018, 12:18:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/0c/0e/38/0c0e385f5fee5d16727ce84dde9adeaf--zachary-quinto-pies.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ruben McKenzie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13861538#msg13861538)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Outfit (https://media.gq.com/photos/570d7849c256dbf232d2e93a/master/w_1483/wtwt-gq-april-6.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Katie, Evion(mentioning) - <strong>Open!</strong><br><hr><br>Ruben stuck his tongue out at the compliment and scrunched his eyes shut. He giggled, and took a sip of his wine. Damn, where did it all go?? He must have been drinking it fast. That was what good conversation did to Ruben; it made him drink just that little bit faster. His reaction to the compliment was more an aversion to being called attractive by anyone, really. Not that he didn't think he looked amazing - in these shoes, he knew he looked great - but he didn't take compliments from people well. Unless it was a cute man at a bar, of course. Even then he'd bite his lip and roll his eyes. It was hardly appropriate to say 'I know!' when someone called you hot, right? Right.<br><br>"Oh, please! I might have always been myself but it's not like I didn't get into trouble for it." Ruben said, then chuckled at her comment about drinking at 19. "Oh, you live in LA! You know everyone past 16 at least drinks those soda-pop Vodka things!"<br><br>When coming out to people came up, Ruben nodded with an almost solemn expression. "Mhmm, I know that feeling. My mother was in denial about me liking boys until I had my first boyfriend in High School." Ruben said, then shrugged. "But I suppose I was lucky. My father was all for it. In fact, I remember he bought me a baseball bat for my first apartment in LA, and he told me I'd need to be beating the boys back with it." Ruben chuckled, then shook his head. The man raised what was left of his glass of wine in response to Katie doing the same. "And I'm glad to have run into you again."<br><br>Ruben's eyes widened. He bit his lip subconsciously. His last play was Heathers, where he kissed his co-star on stage and belted out one of the hardest tunes he had done yet. Once she stated her opinion on it, he let out a breath of relief and nodded. "I only had one song..." He said, then waved a hand and gulped down the last morsel of wine. "But the Opening Night was definitely the best night. I think it was because of the new crowd." He smiled, then shrugged. "Thank you for your kind words though."<br><br>Ruben looked behind him, and then to the Ballroom behind him. He narrowed his eyes, then spotted it. Mint Green hair. Ruben put a hand on Katie's shoulder again, and pointed across the ballroom to Evion Raymond. "Remember when I mentioned a high school boyfriend? That's him!" Ruben exclaimed, then sighed happily. "I was on his radio show a while ago, he has the most gorgeous boyfriend now. I guess there's always the winner of the relationship breakup, right? Here I am, completely single, and there he is with Chester the dog-loving Greek God."<br><br>With a giggle, Ruben looked back to Katie and stuck out his tongue a little. "I'm not bitter, though." He grinned, then looked back to the bar and ordered another glass. Why not let go a little?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>25-01-2018, 13:27:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/78/e8/1c/78e81c239dea1f3c6ffbfdb6187d4872.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Autumn Lanche (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13846241#msg13846241)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (https://i.imgur.com/PM9GIZX.jpg) (not wearing name tag)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom | Window/Corner<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ashleigh (Open)<br><br><hr><br>The effect that a simple touch had on Ashleigh made Autumn perk a brow. Was she that pent up? How long had it been since Ashleigh's last significant orgasm?<br><br>Those thoughts clouded her mind as Ashleigh released a moan that reminded her of years ago. She bit at her lower lip in nothing short of an invitation, then turned the finger of blame on Autumn. The robotic girl cracked a smirk, as she chuckled animatedly - for her - and made a face that was near gloating. "What can I say..." she murmured. "Old Faithful looked better on me," her voice dropped to a deeper, darker tone, as her fingers idly brushed along Ashelgih's bare skin, before her hand flitted away from her arm.<br><br>She stepped closer and raised her hand to Autumn's short hair, playing with the ends of a small section of her dark locks. Suddenly, Ashleigh's eyes were roaming up and down Autumn's body, which may have pulled off the dress, but her body language suggested a level of discomfort that hinted at her lack of getting dressed up often - if ever. <br><br>Her compliment made Autumn's face scrunch up. "Walking in them is a different story, though." She muttered, fully aware that she looked a bit like a baby giraffe trying to take its first steps. "You look fucking amazing," she replied, allowing her impassioned eyes to rake over her profound dips and luscious curves. <br><br>"But I bet you look even better with this off." Her comment was met with a feather-light touch of her fingers against the side of Asheligh's hip. Ashleigh shifted to set her drink down and Autumn bent to do the same, freeing up both of her hands, in case they were about to frisk each other right then and there. Her waist was anchored by Ashleig's hand, tugging their bodies a little closer together. Again, she mentioned the stuff from the past, needing reassurance that Autumn wasn't mad about any of it.<br><br>"Just mad that it didn't continue after high school," she commented, though it was clear that she didn't actually hold any ill will for her former flame. Just then, Ashleigh tugged away, albeit unwillingly. She sheepishly remarked that she had others to apologize to - others who likely wouldn't respond as well as Autumn had. She had heard the rumors back in the day, and knew that some people felt targeted by her, coerced or blackmailed into sex for status. <br><br>The hopeful offer to see her again later left Autumn's heart to thrum. "Well, this reunion is supposed to last for another several hours," she muttered, a teasing smirk crossing her stoic features. Releasing her hip, Autumn craned to the side and dipped a finger into her drink. Amazingly, that digit didn't short circuit. With trace amount of alcoholic moisture on her fingertip, she guided it to Ashleigh and gently swiped the drop of liquid along her lower lip. <br><br>"In that case, I guess I should take Old Faithful out of my trunk and sneak it into your room." It was Autumn's turn to bite her lower lip as she keenly observed Ashleigh's with that dollop of moisture upon it, making her look all the more kissable. Ashleigh had been playing a game of cat and mouse though, and Autumn felt that it was a challenge of sorts, so she retracted her finger and sank it between her own lips, for just long enough to lick up the droplets. <br><br>It popped free of her mouth with an audible sound when she was finished. Autumn was wearing a dark grin as she turned back to her drink and collected it in her hands. "Ever the fucking tease." She muttered under her breath, but just loud enough to be heard. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangeflower</strong> on <strong>25-01-2018, 13:31:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C6E65K8UoAEtAgc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katie Reynolds (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847310#msg13847310)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Knee length dress, showing almost an outrageous amount of cleavage, 4 inch spike leather boots. (https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C6E65K8UoAEtAgc.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom, the bar<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ruben, Chrissa (mentioning), Open <br><hr><br>Katie smiled at his mentioning of 16 year old's drinking. "Honestly I did't know. I'm never around kids. My lawyer have made me always ask young people's age if they initiate conversation with me." It was quite embarrassing, almost being dragged to court because some narrow minded mother found out that her seventeen year old son had met<em> Kat Reynolds the shemale porn star</em> on the street and told her that he was her greatest fan. Luckily the boy's computer had enough shemale porn to show that he was hardly innocent and the messages he had sent to Katie on several platforms where he lied about his age was also instrumental to get the whole case dropped. "I might live in LA, but for the most part I don't move in the same social circles as most. I have a few girlfriends that also work in the industry. And then my work takes most of my time." She confessed.<br><br>Her eyes caught the sight of Chrissa as she arrived to the bar. Chrissa Lacie, fucking <em>Lacie Blue</em>. Now this could turn out interesting. She had met Lacie several times over the years in professional gatherings. But she had never told the blonde woman that they had gone to high school together - yet another lie by omission that Katie had to deal with tonight. But if anyone would understand what her life was like it was most likely Lacie... Chrissa. <br><br>Katie chuckled at Ruben's mentioning of his parents. She was a little envious. <em>What would it have been like to have supportive parents?</em> "You are lucky they were there for you. I never knew my dad. And my mom... well she was ... my mom. Though we lived together she was never there. Heck she died before I transitioned." It wasn't something she wanted to bring up, but she supposed most of her classmates remembered that someone's mother died just before graduation. At least Juliet had everybody sign that card that they sent her. <br><br>Her gaze followed Ruben's as he looked at the ballroom. Oh did she remember Evion? She had spend every night moping over how Ruben could fall for him and not for Henry. That was a little funny and sad at the same time, thinking back at it. "I remember him... and you. You were such a lovely couple back then. But you are right he looks gorgeous. But you shouldn't hold yourself back. The world is full of hot guys that might or might not know they are gay. Just go out and sweep their feet away." She said and emptied her glass. "You know it's better to have loved once than to never have loved." She said solemnly like half of it applied to each of them. "At least you've had a boyfriend that loved you and you loved him back. If anyone should be bitter it's me. I've never had a boyfriend, not one I loved at least." She said but didn't hold her smile back. She wasn't bitter, having a boyfriend in her line of work was like a fireman building a snowman while working. At least that was what she told herself.<br><br>Katie looked at her glass and put it on the bar. She could feel the buzz of alcohol in her body, and it helped loosen her tongue. But she also knew too much and she wouldn't be able to walk out of the ballroom on her own. "Wow. That went down fast. I must be more nervous than I realized. I think I'll stay off the alcohol for a little now." She was about to turn to the bartender when she looked at Ruben, "Do you want something?" She ordered for the both of them and then turned back to Ruben. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>25-01-2018, 14:21:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.u2mtv.com/files/actor/9/7/97f4b8ceb7d493913b51f5c63b8d03e9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Juliet Rhodes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847695#msg13847695)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Navy mini-dress and taupe, strappy heels (http://www3.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Viacom+TCA+Summer+2016+azEUeWS62uXx.jpg) (wearing name tag)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tanner, Evion, Richard, Open!<br><br><hr><br>Juliet couldn't help noticing that Richard felt as if he had filled out slightly since the last time she hugged him - how long had it been? His grief may have played a role in the weight that he lost back then. She recalled how he looked on the day of the wake - hollow. Like a shell of the person he once was. Juliet was so saddened for him. She couldn't help frowning when he mentioned Elisabeth's name. Hers was not a name that she heard as often as he likely said it. <br><br>In an effort to make up for the look of sadness that crossed her features without her permission, she strained her cheeks and willed her lips to smile. "Oh, I'm sure you haven't just come all this way to see me," she genuinely stated - not fishing for compliments, but sincerely reminding him of what she assumed was a fact. <br><br>"But, thank you!" She chirped at his compliment about how she had outdone herself. He confessed that it was nice to get out, which made Juliet's authentic smile return. After he explained where the kids were and how nervous he felt about leaving them with grandparents, Juliet nodded.<br><br>"I can only imagine. You're not a helicopter parent, are you, Richard?" There was nothing chastising in Juliet's tone, nor was it anywhere near judgmental. Rather, it was a lighthearted question, one that suggested she may have still struggled to think of him as a father. <br><br>When Richard turned to address Tanner, Juliet purposefully took another sip of her drink, averting her eyes away from their conversation, as if that made it less awkward that they were speaking about her as if she wasn't standing inches away. Richard's stance was that courteousness, at times, was complimentary, rather than debilitating. Tanner, on the other hand, revealed that he had just gone through a divorce and apparently, gentlemanly behavior won him no rewards. <br><br>It wasn't until Tanner snapped at Richard about his previous put-down to the guys, that Juliet involved herself, holding her drink up and placing her free hand gently on Tanner's chest. "Hey," she was looking at Tanner, her jade gems sparkling as they seemed to plead for him to let it go. "He didn't mean it like that, okay? It was just a jab in good fun. That's all." Juliet blinked when she looked down at her hand upon his sweater, faintly flushing as she withdrew it. Her gaze lingered on Tanner for a moment, but before long that moment had passed. <br><br>Juliet sighed smally, turning back to Richard as Tanner and Evion continued with their conversation. Chewing on her lower lip without realizing it, Juliet wondered about Tanner's ex-wife, and their marriage. How much had it changed him? Richard brought her out of those thoughts with his question. "Oh, I've been well." She chuckled faintly. "Planning this was occupying most of my time - outside of work, that is - and now that it's happening, I haven't really thought about what's next on the agenda." A shoulder shrugged as she regarded him. <br><br>Her statement may have seemed insignificant, but for Juliet to not really have a direction or a plan, was very much the antithesis of her high school persona. "What about you, how have you been?" It may have been a loaded question, but it was only fair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PervCelebre</strong> on <strong>25-01-2018, 16:04:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/15/e1/12/15e11212fa555f1d50dfae30deab69ff--amazing-people-beautiful-people.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Phil Deckland (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847174#msg13847174)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tailored Hug Boss suit with a dark gray pinstripe, white shirt with Seville Row tie and black shiny shoes that dazzle. (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/55/08/1d/55081da1b1fae6eac63f56f77ee1e21b--beautiful-men-beautiful-people.jpg)<br><strong>Location:Bar, Buffet </strong><br><strong>Tagging:Baylee, Chrissa, Nate, (open) </strong><br><hr><br>Phil tried to get his bearings. He knew her. From...videos. Online. And she was near Baylee. Baylee who he wanted to talk to. So why did Phil Deckland, the guy who had tons of fans and was so eloquent every day, have all of these butterflies in his stomach? Why was he so damned nervous?<br><br>As Phil piled food onto a plate, cheese sticks and shrimp and amazing looking little quiches, he tried to reconcile his emotions. First of all, a porn actress was at his high school reunion. He had to say something to her at some point.<br>And she was talking to and friendly with the girl that he had...history with? The memories he had of her were scattered; he had redacted so much of high school from his memory, things he wanted to forget or just never cared to pay attention to at the time. But...something had been there with her. He tutored her, things heated up and then...what? For the life of him, he couldn’t remember.<br><br>But, Phil thought as he went back to the bar for another whiskey on the rocks, he didn’t come to this reunion to hide from the past. It was time to be the best version of himself and to approach things head on. He walked forward, looking around at the scenery, watching the groups at the bar when he saw Bay drop her bag, her cute face red with frustration. He ran over, leaving his drink and plate at the bar and rushed over.<br>“Yeah! Here, here. Let me...help. Hey. Hi.” <br><br>So eloquent, you mushmouth moron.<br><br>Phil took the bag for her and smiled. “I...hey...it’s...really good to see you.” Phil was all alone in that moment. No food or drink or buffer to keep him from facing this weird, unsure bit of anxiety head on. He couldn’t remember if he was supposed to know why they lost touch with one another in high school. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangeflower</strong> on <strong>25-01-2018, 17:20:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://pixel.nymag.com/imgs/daily/vulture/2014/10/20/20-ryan-phillippe-cruel-intentions.w529.h529.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Richard Toomes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13851750#msg13851750)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Suit with red shirt. (https://images.hugoboss.com/is/image/boss/hbeu50297076_001_10?$re_fullPageZoom$&amp;wid=1500&amp;hei=2275)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hotel Ballroom <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Juliet, Tanner, Evion, Open<br><hr><br>Richard was about to say something he would have regretted when Juliet stepped in. He took an extra deep breath and exhaled. "I'm sorry Tanner. I didn't know that you had gotten divorced. I was simply trying to make a laugh of it. But please accept my apologies. "<br><br>He had known that Tanner had gotten married from Facebook, but not of the divorce. It must have happened within the last year and a half he presumed, with how his own life had been turned upside down he had really lost lot of contact with people on Facebook and such. <br><br>He turned back to Juliet and with a lowered voice he said, "Thank you for keeping calm there." He sighed and returned to their conversation.&nbsp; At her mentioning him being a helicopter parent he laughed, "Heavens forbid that. With those two I'd have to be flying a spaceship and sailing a submarine at the same time. Do you have any idea what kind of havoc two two-year old kids can wreck?"&nbsp; His smile widened, "I'm surprised every night when I go to bed that the house is still standing and I haven't had a nervous breakdown."<br><br>When she told him about her work with the party and her lack of plans for the future he frowned, "I'm quite sure you'll find something to occupy your mind. If nothing else you could start making this for a living. I know a lot of people hire event planners to make something like this happen. And you've done it in your spare time. That is amazing." He told her with an encouraging smile. <br><br>"How I've been?" Richard became silent for several long seconds. Now that was a fair question all things considered. But it was something he often pushed in the background. "Well. I'd like if I told you that the last year and a half had been easy. But I think we've managed to come out on top of it all. There are of course days when I don't know how I'll manage, but the kids keep me going." He sighed a little and put his empty glass on a table. Then with a smile he added, "I've actually got a new position at Westwood when the school starts after the summer break. So I'm in the process of looking for a place locally. It will also be a great relief to have all of the twins' grandparents close by."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>26-01-2018, 01:30:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/TkNo2mb.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ashleigh Slater (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13854315#msg13854315)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> (as pictured)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Ballroom (Window, away form Bar)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Autumn (Mellific)<br><br><hr><br>Asheligh's eyes weakened as Autumn boasted and she let out a very soft little sigh. "It wasn't how she <em>looked</em> that I remember..." she practically purred as she stepped in a little closer to Autumn, so the two of them were practically occupying the same space now. The two girls were nearly identical in height, but when they were out in public in the past Ashleigh had almost always been the one in higher heels, today in an absolutely amazing feat of fashion for Autumn the two were even wearing nearly identically high heels so they were as close to eye to eye as they'd ever been in public. It made her hotter, Ashleigh decided. Her freaky robot in heels in the first place was incredibly hot, but being able to stand so close and look her right in the eyes and her mouth leaned in and - <br><br>She was talking about how awkward she was in heels. Ashleigh sighed, the magical moment broken temporarily, "Well yeah hooker that's what happens when you dress like a homeless boy all through high school." And she's back! Autumn's proactive response to Ashleigh's attempt to apologize had brought it all flooding back into her memory and it was like she was back at her locker tugging the girl in between two rows so they could make out between classes.<br><br>She grinned down at her arms, and lifted one, flexing it. She had packed on a lot more muscle although not a lot more more size, what she had was rather solid. Most of the growth was in her backside. "Yeah I've been working out," she said modestly, <em>very smoothly</em> lowering her arm and sliding it down Autumn's back in the same gesture until it rested around her waist. "The better to toss your pretty ass around with my dear." She grinned, appropriately wolfishly.<br><br>"You're goddamn right I look better with it off." She grinned. And it was true. She didn't work out so much just to look good with her clothes <em>on</em>. Her grin was not only a boast, it was also a very clear invitation, her hand rubbing just ever so softly against the flimsy back of that cute dress Autumn had somehow, Ashleigh could only assume by accident, ended up in.<br><br>"Yeah uh..." Ashleigh winced at mentioning how it didn't last after school. That was on her, totally, but no reason to rub salt in it. "I kinda uh, went to prison a little bit..." she gave Autumn a bashful look, not sure if the girl had heard that or not. It wasn't exactly the sort of thing Ashleigh brought up a lot on social media, which she wasn't sure Autumn even read in the first place. "It was uh..." she blushed, "Well I'm over that now. Free to uh..." She let her fingers tease up the girl's back, smiling in obvious implication.<br><br>"Yeah, hours and uh I've got other people to uh - what are you - " she froze as that finger, which was rough from lack of proper popular girl beauty regimen but delicate from very precise wire work rubbed across her lip and left the moisture there, causing Ashleigh to take on a helpless gaze at her lover and whimper slightly. <br><br>She stood paralyzed by how that was as Autumn taunted her and picked up her glass. Tease? TEASE?!? <br><br>"I'll show you tease bitch." Ashleigh said, quietly, just for Autumn as she closed the very slight gap between them, wrapped her strong arms around the girl, one squeezing her ass the other behind her head holding her tightly, she pressed her lips into Autumn's in a fierce, fiery kiss that spoke of how badly and desperately the former cheerleader needed her half-robotic fuckbuddy back in her life again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>26-01-2018, 04:16:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cf/3e/5e/cf3e5e4a939ee5be79c0e778cdfea794.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Chrissa Lacie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847394#msg13847394)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black/white halter dress with a pair of clear, high-heeled platform shoes (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a1/b2/92/a1b292b6e7de91153962ea8ffce78c72.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Lobby | Bar <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Baylee, Nate, Open<br><br>Nate was right about Chrissa’s dad, although it wouldn’t be just the shoes or the dress she wore he would disapprove of.&nbsp; While Chrissa’s parents had never been religious, they lived their lives with a different set of moral values.&nbsp; When they learned about her working in porn films, their relationship became strained.&nbsp; She hadn’t spoken to either parent in nearly four years, but Chrissa thought she might call them while she was in town, asking if it would be okay if she stopped by to visit before her flight home.&nbsp; A distant family member had phoned Chrissa a few weeks prior to let her know that her father had been diagnosed with cancer.&nbsp; Perhaps enough time had passed that there could be a reconciliation.&nbsp; She hoped so anyway.<br><br>Watching Bay and Nate exchange hello’s brought a wider grin to Chrissa’s face.&nbsp; She nudged her bestie with an elbow.&nbsp; “Let’s hope neither of us land in jail tonight, but just in case,&nbsp; I have a chopper waiting out back on standby. Just sayin’”.&nbsp; &nbsp;Though they were mostly joking around, the sweet sentiment Baylee expressed, how the two of them were “sisters by heart, not by blood” brought a little pouty “aww-look” from Chrissa.&nbsp; She leaned over and gave her bestie a little squishy side hug.&nbsp; "I love you, girl!"<br>&nbsp; <br>The bartender took Nate’s order, and looked to Chrissa for hers.<br><br>“Well, if he’s <em>buying</em>”.&nbsp; She punctuated the last word by dragging it out and rolling her eyes over at Nate.&nbsp; She grinned and winked at him before turning back to the barkeep.&nbsp; “Make it a Tequila Sunrise, please”.&nbsp; Chrissa thought she should stick to the same liquor, having already downed two shots of tequila not more than 20 minutes ago. <br><br>When Bay decided to make a fast get-a-way, leaving the two of them alone so they could talk, Chrissa didn’t want her bestie to go.&nbsp; But Baylee was already on the other side of Nate, standing behind his back where he couldn’t see her.&nbsp; Looking as adorkable as ever, Bay mouthed her words of approval and gave Chrissa an exuberant “two-thumbs up”. <br><br><em>‘OMG I think he still likes you! Just talk to him!’<br>‘Still as a nice ass, good luck’</em><br><br>Chrissa was thankful she didn’t have a drink in hand when Bay said that last little bit.&nbsp; She would have probably choked, or worse, spew her drink all over Nate!&nbsp; Trying not to give Bay or her shenanigans away, she bit her bottom lip to keep from bursting out in laughter.&nbsp; &nbsp;When her friend took off in the opposite direction,&nbsp; Chrissa turned her attention back to Nate.&nbsp; <br><br>“Man, yeah.&nbsp; Ten years ago.&nbsp; We were young and invincible, weren’t we?”&nbsp; Chrissa laughed softly and shook her head, thinking how the two of them were at one time. “ A lot of things I’d just as soon forget, but then, there are some things worth remembering.”<br><br>When Nate asked what she had been doing the last ten years, Chrissa still wasn’t sure how much he knew about her life now, but she decided it really didn’t matter.&nbsp; She was going to be honest and upfront with him and let the chips fall where they may.&nbsp; She wasn’t going to make the same mistake she did ten years ago, doing what she thought would be best for Nate.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;“Well, things are going pretty good actually. Umm, not sure if you knew this, but I moved out to Los Angeles after school.”&nbsp; Maybe she should have tried “easing into” what it was she did for a living.&nbsp; But no, she just blurted it out. “And I started doing some nude modeling.”&nbsp; The two were standing close enough that she didn’t think anyone else could hear their conversation, but if they were, she hoped they weren’t about to take a drink.&nbsp; “And after that, I started making porn films.”&nbsp; <br><br>It was then, the bartender handed them their drinks, the stunned look on his face making it obvious he had just caught the tail end of her confession.&nbsp; Chrissa smiled curtly, and thanked him before turning back to Nate.&nbsp; Searching his face, she found his expression and countenance seemingly unchanged. <em> What was he thinking?&nbsp; What in the world was "she" thinking, laying that on him all at once?&nbsp; Would he suddenly excuse himself and walk away?</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;Chrissa sighed and held up her glass to propose another toast, but this time, it was just between the two of them.&nbsp; <br><br>“Here’s to those things worth remembering… and to hopefully, a night worth remembering".<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Szandor</strong> on <strong>26-01-2018, 05:37:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/0c/0e/38/0c0e385f5fee5d16727ce84dde9adeaf--zachary-quinto-pies.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ruben McKenzie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13861538#msg13861538)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Outfit (https://media.gq.com/photos/570d7849c256dbf232d2e93a/master/w_1483/wtwt-gq-april-6.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Katie, Chrissa - <strong>Open!</strong><br><hr><br>This was the first time when Ruben actually got curious about what Katie did for a living. He listened to her some more though, just in case it was painfully obvious and he had been too engrossed in something else to notice. The Industry. Oh. Well, that explained it. Of course he wouldn’t have guessed from what she was wearing or how she was acting, but when people mentioned their job as just ‘The Industry’ and having to ask ages before they speak to people it could only mean one thing. Ruben nodded, and winked to the bartender as he received another wine.<br><br>“It’s always much easier when your friends have the same job you do.” He agreed. Ruben saluted Katie before he took the first sip, then watched as the woman seemed to notice a particular lady approaching the bar. He smirked to the newcomer if she saw him looking.<br><br>Ruben giggled when Katie mentioned him and Evion being a good couple. She obviously wasn’t there when Ruben and Evion were screaming at each other by Evion’s locker. That didn’t paint them as the perfect couple, for sure. The man could hardly even remember what the fight was about. All he remembered was being so extra about the entire situation that even when he got home he knew he should have cooled his jets a little.<br><br>Katie mentioned her her parents as well, and Ruben nodded as he listened to her speak about her experience with her mother and father. He certainly was lucky to have his father, at least. His mother, not so much. Ruben didn’t speak of it very much, but he knew deep down that his mother still didn’t approve of the type of person he liked to shack up with.<br><br>“Ah!” Ruben exclaimed happily as Katie mentioned her drink going down faster that usual. “That’s what these things will do to you, girl! These reunions might seem innocent but we will have the worst hangovers of our lives tomorrow, trust me on that.” He said, then sipped his wine and shook his head at Katie’s kind offer. “Oh, thank you but no. I’m going to stick with the boring stuff, unless there’s a man here who takes an interest of course.” He teased, then looked to the drinks menu. “What are you having?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Szandor</strong> on <strong>26-01-2018, 05:47:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/bc/26/de/bc26deca6a1fb6a93eadb16180f0898f--chris-pine-chris-delia.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tanner McCloud (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847272#msg13847272)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Outfit (https://www.thefashionisto.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/Esquire_UK_May_2013_Page_088.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Juliet, Evion, Richard -<strong> Open</strong><br><hr><br>Before he had turned to speak to Evion once again, Tanner felt the hand on his chest just as he also felt his heart start to beat just a little faster. Wait, that was a vast understatement. Tanner could feel his heart having its own individual panic attack at Juliet’s touch. He swallowed, and nodded.<br><br>Richard spoke his apology and with a glance to Juliet, Tanner nodded and looked to the man with a solemn expression. “Yeah… Sorry man, I suppose life’s been tough in all different ways, right? I uh… I apologize too. I spoke out of turn.”<br><br>Tanner truly did mean it when he apologized to the other man, but perhaps it had needed a little more outward sincerity. He cleared his throat, then before he turned to look to his Mint haired friend Tanner smirked to Richard and Juliet and made a suggestion to possibly break the ice.<br><br>“How about tomorrow we all go out for breakfast? My treat.” He said, then gestured in the general direction of his Cafe with his thumb. “The Cloud is fifteen minutes away, and it would be absolutely no problem to supply hangover cures and Eclairs.” He said with a smirk. That extended to Evion and the rest of his Nerd Crew as well. He’d tell Xander when he ran into him again. Or he’d just make an announcement to everyone at the end of the night. What was the harm in being nice if it brought some traffic to his business as well? It was a win-win.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangeflower</strong> on <strong>26-01-2018, 07:29:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C6E65K8UoAEtAgc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katie Reynolds (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847310#msg13847310)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Knee length dress, showing almost an outrageous amount of cleavage, 4 inch spike leather boots. (https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C6E65K8UoAEtAgc.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom, the bar<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ruben, <strong>Open</strong>! <br><hr><br>Noticing the small reactions in people had been something Katie had always been good at. It was part of her survival instinct she had always assumed. So when she saw the pieces fall together for Ruben about what she did she just smiled at him. It was easier to let the notion about porn slide gently into people's minds rather than shouting it from the tallest mountain. <br><br>Being called a <em>girl </em>was always something that made Katie happy. Though she had lived as a woman for ten years it was still something that she didn't expect. And especially not when someone knew what she was. It was more common to be called a <em>shemale </em>or <em>tranny</em>, but that was just words of her job. Something that put butter on her bread. She didn't dislike the words as so many of her sisters did, but it still warmed her deep down to to her core being called a <em>girl</em>. <br><br>Katie looked at her glass, "Trust me. I know all about hangovers. They are a bitch. And it's not easier when you, like me, are in a more or less perpetual state of PMS waiting to happen." She grinned. Though the hormones had done a wonder for her body they had their price, something she was always conscious about. "So, after two of those and the shots, I think that I'll hold back on the alcohol before dinner." She didn't want to reach for her phone to check the clock, "I think dinner's at five. But try to surprise me." She said with a smile, adding, "I'm a girl that love being surprised."<br><br>She studied the man that had been the focus of some of her fantasies back in high school. He was still handsome as hell. And though she knew she'd never have a chance with him - he had suggested as much several times over. She loved talking to him. "You know Ruben. We should totally hook up when coming back to LA. Though my schedule is usually quite tight I usually have at least one day off every week. I will make it my personal mission helping you get your own Greek God." She said with a smile. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>26-01-2018, 15:47:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/sMfQPm0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Xander Madar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847336#msg13847336)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured + black converses.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom | Bar<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Katie, Ruben, Open<br><br><hr><br>Xander made his way to the bar, finding a way between two stalls to talk to the barmaid. <br><br>"Give me the cheapest cocktail you have," Xander requested, arriving at the counter, both elbows anchored as he leaned on. He wasn't bothered at all by how that made him look. Cheap he was, unashamed of it he also was. Finding good deals was something he advocated on a daily basis. Alcohol was no different, especially since he wasn't much of a cocktail drinker. Overpaying in bars was something he always looked to avoid, even though he had the means to afford any drink he wanted. <br><br>"Whiskey sour?" the barmaid suggested after giving him a judgmental look. Nobody liked cheap customers. <br><br>Xander considered that option for a second, before nodding in agreement and giving a 'go ahead' sign with his left hand with a move of his wrist. It definitely wasn't the cheapest, but it was close enough at less than $10 with tip. In New York it would have ended up over $10 anywhere, plus this was a Hilton Hotel bar, not some shady bar lost in Queens where he and Fanny usually hang out at. A beer would have been the most likely 'cheapest' option, but Xander did say 'cocktail'. A beer didn't seem like a good choice of drink in the context of a formal event, as Xander deemed it too casual. <br><br>He glanced around the counter to see people were generally on cocktails, confirming his assumption. He spotted Katie and lifted his head slightly, smiling, noticing she was talking with a guy that looked familiar. Then again, who didn't look familiar at a reunion? Those thick eyebrows... Ruben? He looked classy, Xander was impressed. Most people at the reunion seemed to be doing well for themselves, or perhaps pretend to, while it also made sense for those who weren't doing well to not show up at all. <br><br>Once his drink was done, paid and in his hand, Xander took a sip and rolled the liquid in his mouth with his tongue, savoring it. Verdict: a good choice.<br><br>He then walked over to Katie and Ruben, hearing the former mention getting a Greek God, while realizing the latter was drinking white wine. <br><br>"Ah, shit, could've got some wine, didn't think of it," Xander said to no one in particular. Second verdict: a decent but not optimal choice. It would have to do, though. "How are your drinks?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lustfulintentions</strong> on <strong>26-01-2018, 22:30:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/LUiBrTe.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nate Phelps (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13853665#msg13853665)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>Dark casual slacks, crisp white collared shirt, blue checked blazer (pictured)[/url]<br><strong>Location:</strong>Hilton Lobby, then Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chrissa, Baylee (in departure), Open-ish<br><br>Nate gave Bay a good-natured smile as she went on about the friendship, reminding him of just how close the two girls were. The ‘bust out of jail comment’ just made him shake his head a bit. Bay and Chrissa were characters, and they’d had their run-ins before, but, Bay’s flair for over-the-top comments still made him laugh, even as an adult. <br><br>His eyes were on the bartender and the stash of liquor shelved behind him, causing him to completely miss the two having their silent exchange behind his back, likely for the better. Nate was still nervous around Chrissa-their past wasn’t bad, but it was...awkward. They’d not spoken in almost a decade, and they’d both had serious changes in their lives, he was sure. Chrissa’s dress gave at least that much away, if not a bit more. <br><br>And then she gave away pretty much the whole damn store. <br><br>Nate was taking a slow, sampling pull from his Manhattan when she offered the part about ‘nude modeling’, and he raised an eyebrow slightly, but didn’t make much in the way of further movements. When, within a breath, she went into an almost conspiratorial tone, <br><br><strong>“And after that, I started making porn films.”</strong><br><br>He was able to catch himself, stopping his intake of alcohol, and lower his glass. That the amber liquid didn’t catch in his throat and throw him into a fit of coughing was a testament to stoicism. With his best poker face, he lightly swirled the bit of bourbon and vermouth in his mouth, the slight burn tickling the back of his throat. <br><em><br>Well, fuck. Now what do I say? “Anything I might have seen?” That’ll go over well. </em><br><br>He was at a loss. Those times where the world seems to be moving in slow motion around you, and you’re moving 100 miles an hour? That’s where Nate was in that moment. <br><br><em>Christ alive! How long does a fucking Tequila Sunrise take?</em><br><br>And then, Chrissa saved him. In that pivotal moment, he was thankful for the toast, though he wasn’t even sure he heard the whole thing. <br><br>“Cheers, Chrissa, and yes, here’s to a night of memories” he offered, then raised and clinked glasses, then took a small drink from his, using that last moment to find words that felt good enough. <br><br>“Well, that’s….that’s an interesting career path, that’s for sure. It seems like you really enjoy it and it makes you feel good, so, I’m really happy for you, Chrissa.” He offered a warm smile, hoping he didn’t sound condescending or judgemental. Chrissa had spent much of their adolescence too concerned with what others thought, and he couldn’t be sure yet how much of that carried over into adulthood. <br><br>“So,” he leaned in, taking a conspiratorial tone “I’ve never met an adult film star before. Do I get to ask a bunch of questions? Like ‘how did you decide that you could do it?’ ‘How different is it on set from what people see on screen’ and’ He looked around a bit, almost delighting in possibly sharing in this little secret, ‘Who else knows?’”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>26-01-2018, 23:19:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/78/e8/1c/78e81c239dea1f3c6ffbfdb6187d4872.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Autumn Lanche (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13846241#msg13846241)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (https://i.imgur.com/PM9GIZX.jpg) (not wearing name tag)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom | Window/Corner<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ashleigh (Open)<br><br><hr><br>Ashleigh's insults hadn't improved since high school. "Yeah, it makes perfect sense that I'd be a hooker <em>and</em> look like a homeless boy. No wonder I was able to score you, with your freaky kinks and weird taste." Autumn's voice droned on as usual, but the faintest hint of a smirk was evident along the edges of her lips. That smirk seemed to grow slightly as Ashleigh stepped a little closer and pressed a little more of herself against Autumn. <br><br>A display of lean, toned musculature flashed before Autumn, proving that she hadn't skimped out on arm day in quite some time. She had been working out, she nonchalantly stated. "Really...?" Autumn asked sarcastically. As if as much wasn't already obvious to the untrained eye. When her hand wound around the small of her back and coiled until it was planted against her hip, Autumn's eyes went slightly wide. It was as if neither girl was the least bit fazed about the numerous occupants in the room and how easily any of them could stare or drool at their close proximity and greedy hands. <br><br>"Oh, my line should have been 'wow, Ashleigh, what large muscles you have!'" With a strained voice, she tried to sound as feminine as possible, which really just made her sound slightly less dull. "You jumped the gun." Taking the compliment just as anyone would have expected her to, Ashleigh flaunted how much she agreed with Autumn's flattery, which just made the brunette roll her eyes and sigh out something of a huff. <br><br>A brow perked precariously at the confession that her former flame had been to prison. "How does one go to prison a little bit?" She asked, almost rhetorically, as her gaze narrowed. Yet, when Ashleigh started to speak about it - albeit, barely - Autumn decided to drop the subject. She didn't seem to want to rehash the past. Well, other than the past that involved them fucking each other. A climb of sharp nails along the back of her top caused Autumn's spine to shiver slightly, surely a reaction that an AI wouldn't be programmed to feel.<br><br>It was just as Ashleigh was working up an excuse to leave, that Autumn decided to regain the upper hand, with a little help from a droplet of alcohol. But that swipe of her fingertip was so much more than just an excuse to touch her lips. A whimper left her quietly, yet just audibly enough. Enough that it made Autumn's thighs tense as slickness started to collect against her black panties. The threat that followed was one Autumn knew not to question. She quickly set her drink down again - not wanting to spill it all over Ashleigh's dress. Actually, she wanted to. But that probably would have gotten her ass kicked. <br><br>"You're the bitch," she whispered back just as Ashleigh embraced her fully, squeezing her pert ass and crushing their heat sources together. Then, their lips were melded deeply, and passionately. Autumn's hands went to Ashleigh's sides, wrapping around her and tugging her even closer, so that the air between them no longer existed. All the while, her head tilted to the side, her tongue slipping beyond the breach of Ashleigh's lips and venturing within her mouth to taste, then wrestle hers into submission - or try to, anyway.<br><br>When the need for oxygen proved to be too much, Autumn pulled away and took in a sharp breath, her deep gaze blinking from Ashleigh's irresistible lips, to her smoldering gaze. She gulped audibly, then licked her own lips as if to collect all remnants of that kiss. "Well, you win." She conceded, pulling her hands away from her counterpart all at once, then hoisting them up high, showing her surrender. "Now, if you don't go off to apologize to someone else, you're going to wish you had. So, get going." Autumn turned to grab her drink, then slapped Ashleigh's ass with enough force that, hopefully, she'd teeter in those heels. With that, Autumn made to walk off. There were more windows to check.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wandering Mind</strong> on <strong>27-01-2018, 02:48:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/44/8b/89/448b894ea5c9f7aabd1b839fc1e7819b.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jon Arc (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13850034#msg13850034)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Traveler's suit as pictured (http://CLOTHING URL)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bathroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kacie (Leaving), Autumn (Passing by), Ashleigh (Passing by), Open<hr><br>The two eventually found a table to catch up on old times and reconnected.&nbsp; The wave of nostalgia struck him and it almost felt like they were falling back into their old roles.&nbsp; Jon couldn’t blame them drifting apart on time or distance.&nbsp; It was his own fault since he started pulling back from numerous people when life didn’t go his way. <br>&nbsp;<br>He smiled as he listened to Kacie relay what happened in her life, “What?&nbsp; Really?&nbsp; That’s pretty cool.”<br>&nbsp;<br>Jon managed to exchange contacts with the girl… no woman.&nbsp; She was one of the good ones.&nbsp; He was happy that she was doing well for herself.<br>&nbsp;<br>He was slightly flushed from earlier pity drink.&nbsp; Kacie was more comfortable in her own skin and she admitted that she had a ways to go.&nbsp; He didn’t agree.&nbsp; She was fine before.&nbsp; She was fine now.&nbsp; But Jon respected her efforts for self-improvement.&nbsp; He came to the reunion thinking that he wasn’t going to measure up.&nbsp; He didn’t think about the issues that others had.&nbsp; This was an opportunity to get a little closure on his part and help her with her own confidence.<br>&nbsp;<br>“Did you know you were my first crush?” He grinned.<br>&nbsp;<br>After her look of disbelief, “No really.&nbsp; A cute friend who I thought was pretty cool.&nbsp; What was not to like?”<br>&nbsp;<br>“You can ask Danny if you see him around.&nbsp; He’ll let you in on it if you don’t believe me.&nbsp; You can tell him that he has my permission.”<br>&nbsp;<br>The following conversation was amusing.&nbsp; Coming to the reunion had been a good decision after all.&nbsp; After answering some flustered questions, he excused himself.<br>&nbsp;<br>“Sorry nature calls.&nbsp; Hey, it was good seeing you again.&nbsp; I’ll try to keep in better touch.&nbsp; Take care of yourself,” He got up and headed off to the bathroom.<br><br>A reconnection, a little bit of closure, and a moment to uplift someone else in the process, it was a good momen... Whoa!&nbsp; Are they making out?&nbsp; He stared as he continued to the bathroom.&nbsp; Wow, that's pretty hot.<br><br>"Ow," He walked into a chair and braced himself against the table before he straightened himself.&nbsp; He chuckled and gave the girls a goofy smile as he continued on his way to the bathroom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>27-01-2018, 09:49:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cf/3e/5e/cf3e5e4a939ee5be79c0e778cdfea794.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Chrissa Lacie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847394#msg13847394)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black/white halter dress with a pair of clear, high-heeled platform shoes (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a1/b2/92/a1b292b6e7de91153962ea8ffce78c72.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Lobby | Bar <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nate, (Baylee)&nbsp; (Katie), Open<br><br>Subtleness had never been Chrissa’s forte, but perhaps she could have tried using it when answering Nate’s questions.&nbsp; Or, maybe she should have left things vague, telling him she was in modeling and films, and just omitted the fact that she was also nude and fucking on camera for money.&nbsp; It wouldn’t have been a total lie, after all.&nbsp; But Chrissa didn’t want to be deceptive, especially where Nate was concerned.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>If there was anyone in that ballroom she could be completely open and honest with, it was Baylee and Nate Phelps.&nbsp; Besides, there was a huge chance someone there at the reunion already knew her line of work, that she and Lacie Blue were one and the same.&nbsp; Katie Reynolds, being one.&nbsp; She glanced down at the other end of the bar and found Kat still standing there, but she was now chatting with another gentleman Chrissa didn’t recognize.&nbsp; <em>Geez, had she forgotten all of her classmates? </em>&nbsp; She didn’t know if Kat was aware of her, but she figured there would be plenty of time to say hello, to find out what gave with her attending a ten year class reunion in Jersey. <br>&nbsp;<br>Thankfully, she didn’t have to agonize long over whether or not she had made the right call with Nate.&nbsp; True to form, he calmly turned and raised his glass, echoing her toast.&nbsp; It may have taken him a second or two to let her words sink in and register, but he didn't over-react or come unhinged when she admitted she was working in porn.&nbsp; He seemed genuine with his initial response, telling her he was happy for her.&nbsp; Immediately, Chrissa felt her tension ease somewhat.<br><br>As Nate leaned in towards her, she tentatively leaned in closer to him.&nbsp; She thought she saw a hint of amusement twinkling in his eyes as he questioned her further about her work.&nbsp; She blushed just a tad, her grin quickly turning into a giggle. <br><br>“Well, perhaps I’ll give you an exclusive interview say, tomorrow over lunch?”&nbsp; She smiled and felt herself relaxing a bit more.&nbsp; She moved closer to Nate, wanting their conversation to remain just between the two. <br>&nbsp;<br>“I’m not ashamed of what I do, Nate.&nbsp; It’s a legitimate job.” She grinned and winked.&nbsp; “Albeit a <em>dirty job</em>, but someone’s got to do it, right?” She took a sip of her Tequila Sunrise and continued to hold it in her hand. “But seriously, to me it’s nothing more than consensual sex being put on film.&nbsp; And the money I make isn’t something to sneeze at.&nbsp; It’s a pretty sweet gig, actually.”<br><br>It didn’t appear anyone was paying much attention to the two as Chrissa explained her take on being a porn star.&nbsp; Well, except for the barkeep, who kept wiping down the area directly in front of her and Nate.&nbsp; He was trying to act all non-chalant about it, but Chrissa knew he was eavesdropping.&nbsp; She thought for a brief moment, she should pull her panties off and auto-graph them for him.&nbsp; That would either keep him at bay, or…she and Nate would have free drinks thrown at them the remainder of the night.&nbsp; But she decided it best to behave herself and not embarrass the poor man.&nbsp; She looked around at the people still gathered near the bar, then back at Nate.<br><br>“I think there may be one or two here who know about<em> Lacie Blue</em>.&nbsp; Well, three now, counting you.”&nbsp; One of the bartender’s bushy eyebrows shot up to the middle of his forehead when he heard her mention her stage name.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>“So enough about me, Mr. Phelps.” Setting her drink back down on the bar, she leaned up on one elbow and inquired of him.&nbsp; “Tell me something about you.&nbsp; How has the world treated you since leaving Westwood?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZionVI</strong> on <strong>27-01-2018, 13:44:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/2920a153723ecb0839325321967508c3/tumblr_oplvw8Nk7Y1w6bn9yo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Evion Raymond (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847475#msg13847475)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White suit as pictured (https://78.media.tumblr.com/2920a153723ecb0839325321967508c3/tumblr_oplvw8Nk7Y1w6bn9yo1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tanner, Richard, Juliet, Ruben<br><hr><br>Evion watches, rocking back on his heels and enjoying with amusement. These guys. <br>A wave is all he gets in before Xander is off. Mental note to catch up with him later, added and catalogued successfully in the index.&nbsp; <br>He jumps in with a scoff and playfully bumps his shoulder against Tanners. Or rather, his shoulder against Tanners bicep. “We`ve- we only hung out, what, all four years of highschool. No big,” Evion teases, hand ghosting over his mortally wounded heart. Eyes linger on Juliet with a small quirk of the lip when he faces Tanner &nbsp;again (https://68.media.tumblr.com/28a8668ccc1d070af8035df2a2bbdc44/tumblr_o6vibxgJma1v37llgo4_r1_400.gif). “Some things never change though.”<br><br>Evion adjusts his suit. Tailor made for the finest of convention experience. As is common fact, one must look their best when standing and doing Q&amp;A in front of people dressed in costume. He`s glad the cut still fits after a year. The bursting rack in his closet is glad too. Community service may be the result of letting go of things, people nay children may be in need, but he swears to god if one thing down the line is exactly what he needs. Evionalzoc Raymond would revolt. A good son, a loving boyfriend, an okay co-worker, a man ready to throw down if the shirt he donated last month would`ve been perfect for this themed get together. <br><br>His phone interrupts that thought. <br>Case, a cheap find from some backstreet depo on his way to Otakon, covered with metallic purple and black symbols on the empty backdrop of space. What he`d call stylish is what another would label `ridiculous conspiracy scribbles`. The diagrams of illuminati icons just aren`t appreciated these days. <br>Evion opens it to see his boyfriend, perfect and cursed with putting stars in his eyes. He never asked to look at perfection so often. No one asked for that. <br>That enthusiastic selfie. What a dork. His heart squeezes, medical condition yet unchecked but on the to do list, and immediately soaks up the words of encouragement. The calming pick me up Evion didn`t admit he needed. <br><br><hr>(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c7/Chat.png)<br><span class="bbc_u">Chess</span><br>(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/33/50/1a/33501a6920832cf663fff01a4a1c08ea--lifestyle-jam.jpg)<br>You got this, Evie! Kick everyone's ass, and make sure to steal something as a memento ;D<br><hr><br>Evions face turns warm and the cheesiest smile that’s ever been smiled is smiling (https://68.media.tumblr.com/6b26e85bc4daf2123f9e93d0fa4113ba/tumblr_ohvlghb66V1vmcs6qo1_500.gif). He types out a small text, the shot of confidence entering his system already burning in his veins. Like a quick fix, utterly addicted and hopelessly loving it. He makes another mental note to send a pic of the festivities. <br><br><hr>(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c7/Chat.png)<br><span class="bbc_u">To; Chess</span><br>&lt;3 &lt;3 You know it baby. Wish u were here.<br><hr> <br>Alert brown eyes flick up, over the room and the sparse couplings of people. Watchful, if it`s happened once it can happen twice and someone barrelling into him is not an idea of a good time. No one`s good time, never a good time. Tanner, built like a racehorse? Sure. Him? They both tumble to the ground. Something will be in pieces.&nbsp; <br>Across the way a man, all cliché tall, dark and nonsense, points at Evion. Instinctively he looks behind to empty space. Turns back and points at himself with his free hand, face scrunched in you-mean-me-or-what confusion. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>27-01-2018, 14:24:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.u2mtv.com/files/actor/9/7/97f4b8ceb7d493913b51f5c63b8d03e9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Juliet Rhodes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847695#msg13847695)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Navy mini-dress and taupe, strappy heels (http://www3.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Viacom+TCA+Summer+2016+azEUeWS62uXx.jpg) (wearing name tag)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom -&gt; Snack Bar<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tanner, Evion, Richard, Open!<br><br><hr><br>Apparently Juliet had powers that she was not previously made aware of. Just after interceding between the two, both Richard and Tanner apologized to one another. Hesitant, green gems flicked between the two as they each said their piece, and apparently, made their peace. Blinking at first Richard, then Tanner, she remembered to peel her hand from his chest after a moment too long, the apples of her cheeks faintly rosy. <br><br>Suddenly needing a bit of refreshment, Juliet hung her head to sip on the straw that sank between the ice cubes of her non-alcoholic drink. Before the lull that was created between the three of them could fester for too long, Tanner suggested that they all go out for breakfast tomorrow, at his Cafe. Juliet's smile formed, then widened, as she licked her lips to collect any remnants of her Shirley Temple. <br><br>"You already forgot about the complimentary breakfast here?" She asked innocently, with her head tilted to the side. <br><br>Then again, the offer of Eclairs and hangover cures did sound better than the rather standard breakfast they likely had at the hotel. "Tell you what," her hand raised, but hovered in the air, as if she was just realizing how she needed to stop touching him, before it started to look like that's all she was trying to do. "How about you make a call and ask for some catering items to bring here and serve tomorrow with breakfast." Her hand lowered and her hip popped slightly where she stood. Hm, maybe event planning wasn't out of the picture.<br><br>"I've still got some leftover money in the Alumni budget, and if it costs more than what I have saved, I can always dip into my own wallet." The smile that she flashed was not as warm as her others throughout the night. Money was, after all, the source of many people's problems. Juliet glanced to Evion, who was checking his phone, considering no one was speaking to him at the moment. A pouting face was made to Tanner then, as if to suggest that she was sorry for interrupting them. <br><br>"Anyway, come find me before the night is over and let me know if that works." She stated simply, though maybe Tanner caught that there was hopefulness to those words; hopefulness that had a lot more to do with them speaking, than the food he may supply tomorrow.<br><br>Turning back to face Richard, she shook her head as he thanked her for keeping him calm. Honestly, he seemed more calm than Tanner during their exchange. "You didn't even need me," she waved a hand in the air, disregarding his gratitude with a polite smirk. Getting back to their conversation, Richard denied the claim that he may have been a helicopter parent, expressing that it was a miracle to simply make it into bed at night. "Aw, it sounds like you could really use babysitters more often." She suggested. "Or, more wine?" Juliet chuckled, knowing that almost all of her Facebook friends who were parents, made jokes about and shared memes about wine being the only way to get through parenthood. <br><br>He complimented her after she mentioned planning the reunion in her spare time, which only made her shake her head. "Well, I've recently had a LOT more spare time." She confessed. "So, it was actually nice to have this distraction." But now that it was coming to a close, she wasn't quite sure what to do with herself. Search for another distraction? Or cope and try to find a new normal? She sighed smally, but shook her head and perked her shoulders. It wasn't fair for her to bring all of that baggage with her to the reunion - in fact, it was the last thing she wanted to do. Juliet was here to make memories. To relive the best years of her life, with peers she had lost touch with. <br><br>Richard was quiet after she asked him how he'd been. It was likely a question that many others would avoid asking him, for fear of upsetting him or reminding him of his grief. But Juliet genuinely wanted to know his answer. Beyond that, it was probably something he didn't talk about on a daily - or even weekly - basis. How often was he going out and speaking to others? How much would his two year old twins understand? She nodded somberly, encouraging him to continue when he admitted that things haven't been easy. <br><br>Thankfully, whether it was true or not, Richard expressed that he had started feeling like they were coming out the other end of their tunnel. Not that every day was easy, or even bearable. Richard sighed and rested his glass on a nearby table, then revealed that he was looking to move closer in time to start his new job at Westwood. "Oh, wow! That's great, congratulations! And, if you need any help with that, I have a few Real Estate contacts that I could share with you." It sounded so formal. Juliet wrinkled her nose at herself, then placed her glass down on the table as well. "If you need help with anything, don't hesitate to ask." Her words were sincere, it was clear. "I know people offer that and don't really mean it. But I do, Richard." <br><br>With a glance at the food, she realized that the time was passing by a little too quickly for her liking, and she had yet to sample any appetizers. "Let me grab a quick bite before it's all gone. I'll be back." She grinned to him, then pointed at the seat her drink was perched in front of on the table. "Don't let anyone take my seat!" She happily announced over her shoulder, a giggle emitting before she made her way to the food.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>27-01-2018, 20:02:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/TkNo2mb.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ashleigh Slater (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13854315#msg13854315)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> (as pictured)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Ballroom (Window, away form Bar) =&gt; room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nobody<br><br><hr><br>Ashleigh stared hard at Autumn as they broke the kiss, more than willing to dive in for round two. But Autumn's words made her realize that not only did she have other people to talk to, most of them were within a few hundred feet and they were framed against a window and had just probably made a very public spectacle. She gulped, licked her lips and took a step back as Autumn turned to walk away. She did not teeter in her heels, her muscular ass was hard as steel and Autumn's playful smack didn't do much more than wobble it, Ashleigh herself didn't move.<br><br>Asheligh stared at her ass, wincing at the way she walked in her heels. "She wasn't kidding." She muttered. "Gonna hafta spank her for that." She grinned, nibbling the finger that dawdled near her lips, then snapping out of it she grabbed her drink and gulped down the straight vodka. <br><br>"Okay, okay, I'm okay." She muttered to herself smoothing her hair and walking back to the bar for a refill. "That didn't go quite as planned but it's okay, I'll keep it together from here on out." She ordered another vodka on the rocks, the bartender hopping to it remembering the girl who gave him the big bill to start the night. <br><br>Ashleigh took the drink and walked to the eleavators, quickly, opening her pills along the way and gulping a few down. "Even out girl, even out." She muttered, chasing them with the vodka as she hit her floor. <br><br>"Okay, you're gonna go up to your room, take a minute, change your panties, and head back down. You have to apologize to..." she pulled out her phone and checked. "Dammit." She scrolled through the list. "Well I think I saw some of them...wait..." she opened twitter.<br><br>"Holy fuck that was Henry??!?!" She stammered, staring at the picture someone had snapped of Katie. "Dammmmn." She muttered, nodding in approval. "Well shit I guess that explains a few things. Huh." Other than being happy for the old friend she'd grown distant to even during high school, she wasn't quite sure how to process all that what with all the thoughts of Autumn she couldn't quite shake.<br><br>She walked into her room and closed the door, determined to be completely composed when she came back down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangeflower</strong> on <strong>27-01-2018, 20:36:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://skats.us/wp-content/uploads/2018/01/hair-style-ruby-rose-long-with-hairruby-remarkable-image-inspirations.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Natalie Osmond (http://URL TO CS)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Leather jacket, loose white t-shirt, tight leather pants and five inch spike heels. (http://www.cosas.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/23.jpg) (wearing name tag)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving at the ballroom heading for the bar<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chrissa,Nate, OPEN!<br><br><hr><br>Fuck she was late. Natalie knew that she would have made it if it hadn't been for that cop that wanted to double check her licence. The drive from NY shouldn't have been that bad and on her bike she was sure she'd make it in good time. But fuck if that cop should become suspicious like hell. Had that guy never seen a girl with a little ink before? Fuck him, she had arrived, however late and checked in. She brought her single bag to the room and changed her shoes. She looked in the mirror and decided to add some lipstick and mascara. But she hadn't really brought anything else to wear than what she had left home in. So she had nothing else to do to get herself ready before heading towards the ballroom.<br><br>She took the elevator to the ground floor and she felt her heart beating as she approached the table with the name tags and the class photo. She already knew she didn't want to look at that photo. There was nothing to see there, she knew how boring she looked back the and had no desire to get the reminder. She took her name tag and placed it on her right breast. With the red demi bra she wore under the white t-shirt, the top line of the tag was aligned with the top of the bra. She snickered, anyone wanting to know her name would have to look at her tits. Something no one here had ever considered. <br><br>Natalie took a deep breath and headed towards the double doors to the ballroom. As she reached the doors she put out both arms and pushed on both doors without slowing her pace. The heat and music of the room met her face as she continued inside. She wondered how many would ever recognize her without the tag. Almost everything about her had been changed since high school. And though school had been a hell, there was still plenty she wanted to see again. People that had been nice to her despite circumstances, and maybe she'd get to kiss those guys that she never got to kiss i high school. But most importantly she wanted to have a fucking good time and get drunk. <br><br>Well getting drunk starts in one place. The open bar that had been advertised. The price for this event had almost dissuaded Natalie from coming, but the free bar was the deciding factor (or perhaps it was her manager telling her it would be good for her, in fact so good that she'd pay for it). So of course she made way towards the bar. As she walked she noticed a few heads turning. "Who's that now?" "Natalie... no fucking way." was some of the words she heard on her way. <br><br>Halfway to the bar she was stopped, by a man, "Hi Gretchen. It's me Simon. I saw your former boyfriend George over there." He smiled at her and pointed over his shoulder and then continued, "Good to see you Gretchen." And then he left her.<br><br>Puzzled Natalie's pace slowed a little. <em>Who the fuck was that?</em> She wondered as she reached the bar. She gave the bartender a look. It seemed like he was having a hard time taking his eyes off a hot blonde in a dress that ought to be illegal. She seemed familiar... and then it hit. Fuck that was Lacie Blue the porn star. She looked amazing. And it was then that Natalie noticed the name tag. They'd gone to school together, Chrissa.... Lacie Blue was Chrissa from her high school? That was so unreal. She'd never known a porn star before - she would really have go get her to sign something cool like her bra or her panties she thought and grinned. The guy that she spoke to was not someone she recognized. But really she had not expected to recognize many coming here. She had spend most of her high school looking down. <br><br>Natalie lifted her hand to get the bartender's attention. When it didn't work she said, "If you are done devouring her tits with your eyes then get me a whiskey." The man looked at her with cheeks that blushed and was about to turn to get her something, "And make it triple!" She added. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangeflower</strong> on <strong>27-01-2018, 22:39:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://pixel.nymag.com/imgs/daily/vulture/2014/10/20/20-ryan-phillippe-cruel-intentions.w529.h529.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Richard Toomes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13851750#msg13851750)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Suit with red shirt. (https://images.hugoboss.com/is/image/boss/hbeu50297076_001_10?$re_fullPageZoom$&amp;wid=1500&amp;hei=2275) (Along with his tag)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hotel Ballroom <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Juliet, Tanner, Evion, Open<br><hr><br><br>Richard grinned. "Trust me. I could use a babysitter .. and wine more often." Then he sighed, "But I wouldn't know what to do. It's not like I'm seeing anyone. And most of my friends don't live nearby." He said honestly, "I wouldn't really know what to do." He didn't want to complain so he didn't mention that he had done everything with Elisabeth the past years. Neither of them had formed many friendships after high school so now his social circles were rather narrow. <br><br>But he hadn't come to the reunion to wallow in his sorrow. So he looked up and smiled, "But I don't really mind either. You know I love the kids and I love getting to know them every day. I hope moving here will help. Our family is here and we ... I still have friends here. So maybe I should also start looking for a house with babysitter and wine included." He grinned, "OK that did sound wrong - sorry."&nbsp; <br><br>When Juliet offered to help him with his housing search he smiled, "Oh I promise you. I'm going to hold you up to that Juliet. It would be great to get some help. Moving can be such a hard job and with those two bundles of energy I'm going to be overtaxed." He said with a laugh. "By the way. Did you ever get to see pictures of them?" He asked. He was not about to pull his phone out and show Juliet the pictures. But if she wanted to see them he'd show her later. Richard had promised himself when Elisabeth got pregnant that he would never be a parent that constantly showed the pictures of his kids to everyone. That was also why there were no pictures of them on his Facebook or anywhere else on the internet. <br><br>As she got up to get a snack, Richard grinned at Juliet, "Don't worry Milady. I will guard your seat, on scout's honor." But before she got to turn he grabbed her wrist gently and looked her in the eyes. Quietly he said, "Thank you Juliet, for making this happen. It means a lot to <em>me</em>." Then he let her go on her quest to find sustenance. <br><br>He watched her go. She had become a beautiful woman. Perhaps she had always been that, but back in high school he didn't have eyes for anyone but Elisabeth. He was happy that he counted her among his friends, even if she really had been a friend of Elisabeth's. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lustfulintentions</strong> on <strong>28-01-2018, 02:27:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/LUiBrTe.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nate Phelps (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13853665#msg13853665)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>Dark casual slacks, crisp white collared shirt, blue checked blazer (pictured)[/url]<br><strong>Location:</strong>Hilton Lobby, then Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chrissa, Katie (sort of), Open<br><br>Nate was pleased to see that his response seemed to put Chrissa at ease. Given their history and the fact that he’d yet to interact with anyone else at the reunion in a meaningful way, he was wary of alienating her. Plus, she looked stunning and the banter between them was already warming him to the idea of spending more time with her, so much so that when lunch the next day was offered, he blurted out, “It’s a date!” with perhaps a bit more enthusiasm than he’d have wanted to show. To her credit, or maybe because she was trying to figure out how to navigate talking about her profession, she let it go by without much notice. <br><br>As she went on, he became aware of the lingering presence of the bartender, and started to take notice of the fact that maybe a few other glances were lingering in their direction. It certainly wasn’t because of him, or even because of <em>them</em>. It had to be a combination of Chrissa’s dress, and the recognition of just who she was. <br><br>And yet, despite his capital ‘I’ introversion, you couldn’t have dragged Nate Phelps from Chrissa’s side at that point. <br><br><strong>“I think there may be one or two here who know about Lacie Blue.&nbsp; Well, three now, counting you.”</strong><br><br>Nate’s eyes lit up a bit, his smile warmer than before. He didn’t know quite how Chrissa arrived at such a specific count, or what it was based on, but, there was something to being in on the secret, her secret, that made him feel valued and trusted. <br><strong><br>“Tell me something about you.&nbsp; How has the world treated you since leaving Westwood?"</strong><br><br><em>Oh, good. I can talk about my crumbling marriage. That follows up ‘millions of people would kill to fuck me’ with just the right hint of sad and pathetic.</em><br><br>Nate set his drink down on the bar, fiddled with it, then picked it back up and sighed. <br><br>“Well, I think you know the early part-I headed ‘west’, played a couple years of D-II at St. Bonaventure. Then I blew this thing out,” Nate pointed at his right elbow, “and locked in hard on my studies. Stayed there for grad school, met a nice girl, got married super quick. We moved to New York, got good jobs that turned into great careers, which is terrific. And just, sort of,” He set his drink down again, held up his left hand, and pointed to the naked ring finger, “Drifted apart. I’m told papers are forthcoming.” <br><br>Nate shrugged. He was half-way into his Manhattan inside of ten minutes, and was already feeling a bit warmed up, so he plowed on through. “All in all, I’m lucky. I’ve got a good job-make good money. Being a corporate controller isn’t sexy, but it pays the bills. We don’t have kids, and I’m giving her the apartment, so it should be an easy exit.”<br><br>He gave Chrissa a sheepish smile, picking up his drink and holding it to his lips, “And now I’m standing here, sharing drinks with the stunning, impeccable Chrissa-Lacie-Blue. So, you know, I’m doing pretty alright, other than not having eaten today.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>28-01-2018, 11:52:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/13/2a/4c/132a4c20df60f8421cea6e7640be0e74.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sierra Lonnegan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13854605#msg13854605)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Danny, Open<br><br><hr><br>When Danny asked her if she wanted to do his name tag for him, explaining he got really disoriented with depth perception and his field of focus, holding his tag in front of him so Sierra would take it, she hesitated for a second before extending her arms and grabbing the tag with both hands. <br><br>"Hmm, sure," she said, wondering if he had some ocular condition. He then added, pointing to her own tag above her left breast, without touching her, that if she was the one to put his tag on, it would be straight like hers. Sierra smiled momentarily, her eyes shifting down and then looking back up at Danny, finding amusing his pep talk. <br><br>"I'll try my best," she replied, taking a step forward, getting closer to Danny so she could apply his tag on his shirt. Lifting up her hands to his chest, she pressed it above his left pectoral muscle, noticing the firmness beneath the fabric of his shirt. She left her hands there for a couple of seconds to make sure it would adhere to the fabric's surface, and pulled them out when she thought it would stick. She took a step back, smiling at Danny, happy with the final result. <br><br>He seemed in a good mood, humming along the ambient music, a melodious tone emanating from his throat and vocal chords. He then looked at her, and asked whether she wanted him to get her a drink or something to eat. <br><br>"Oh no, no need to trouble yourself," she started, looking around the ballroom and noticing the buffet, bar, and the few waiters despite things currently being mostly self-serviced as far as she could tell at a glance. "I'm not hungry for now, I think I can wait for the dinner," she added, although she could do with a glass of water, but could also wait. "But if you're hungry or thirsty, please, don't linger on me and help yourself," she said, using her opened hand to indicate the nearby buffet and bar. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chasseybaby</strong> on <strong>28-01-2018, 18:39:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/lwTw3jW.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Baylee Rocywood (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13846596#msg13846596)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;A flowing black thin strapped dress, a pair of sandals heels and a large black handbag (https://i.imgur.com/KVBOPQX.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> At the buffet table <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Phi | Open<br><hr><br>Baylee gave the man a genuine smile, but something in the back of her mind was screaming that she knew this person. She searched for his name tag and did not see one on him at the angle they were standing at, while hers was plastered all over her bag in his hand. <em>‘Great Bay, lets play guess who…’</em>&nbsp; She nodded as a blush started to creep up her neck to her face. Damn, he knew her. But then Baylee Roycewood was someone most people knew of but never met. She was a bit disappointed in herself for not remembering such a handsome guy. Did she sleep with him? She doubted it for she would remember such a stud if she saw him again. He was well dressed, with a sexy smile and eyes that could melt the panties off any girl. She realized she hadnt spoke and tried her best to cover her embarrassment, <strong>“Uh hi.”</strong> And failed.This was awkward for Baylee, she was never tongue-tied before, she was outgoing and always making new friends by just walking up to them and saying “howdy”. She could tell by his stammering that she wasn't the only one who was jittery. She tilted her head a bit but then giggled.<strong> “Im sorry suga I'm so bad at names and faces. Even ten years later....”</strong> She was then staring into his dark brown eyes and it hit her like a ton of bricks. <strong>“Phip Deckland.”</strong> She looked down and there stuck to his well titler suit was the name of the first boy to reject her and spread rumors of their hook up. A stone was logged in her throat as she tried to mask the pain from ten years ago. <br><br><hr><em>Bay bounced her leg a thousand jumps a second as the teacher walked around and passed out there the latest paper that they had written a week ago. She spent hours working and retyping and editing it she was scared of another big red F plastered to it. She wasn't failing English and it wasn't a subject she hated it was just hard for her to understand the rules or the written word and to remember that Y'all wasn't acceptable to use while writing an english paper. Her grades were avenge but with her lack of understanding, english was dropping her from a B to a D. Her father wasn't happy with her grade drop and was cutting her off from her friends and free time to study harder. She had asked the teacher for extra work or even suggest someone to tutor her. That's when he suggested that she ask Phi Deckland to tutor her. Phi was a bit of a loner but Bay had noticed him when they started sharing classes together. She could remember asking to borrow a pen from him once, that she nearly took with her, but in the end returned. He was cute and smart, especially in English. She was nervous to ask him to help her but found him willing and even excited to assist her. She turned to Phi who sat a row over and a few seats down from her. She was so glad she was able to have him as a tutor. He was so patient with her and taught her little tricks to improve her writing. He was watching the teacher waiting, not as nervous as her for his own paper. Bay caught herself daydreaming as she stared at him and jumped when the teacher passed by her desk. On her desk laid her paper. She stared down at it in shock. She had to move her hair from her face to make sure she was seeing the grade clearly. An A+ with a note of congrats on her hard work. She smiled and jumped up, <strong>“YES!”</strong> she then remembered she was in class surrounded by her peers. <strong>“Sit down Ms. Roycewood and turn to page 47 of your textbook and start reading.”</strong> Red stained her face as she smiled and gave a small laugh. <strong>“Yes, Mrs. Carter…”</strong> She then sat down and opened her book but not before sneaking a glance at Phi with a big grin and mouthed, ‘Thank you…’</em><br><hr><br>&nbsp;Bay shook her head of the fond memory before she had met him in the library that day to be only to be shut down. She felt as if he had found her too stupid to have sex with that she was only good for a little side action. She didn't realize till she pulled her shirt on that she had a crush on him and was hoping for something more than a toss in the sack. Then knowing he would brag to his friends that he had slept with her only added salt to her wound...&nbsp; Chrissa was the only one she had told, er cried too about her failed hook up. The next day she had requested a new tutor without telling Phi and never spoke to him for the rest of the year. No borrowed pens, no rendezvous in the nonfiction section, and no more secret smiles during class. <br><br>Bay nodded her head letting her eyes look him up and down. The boy before her was no more but stood a man who looked to have come out of his shell and took charge of his life. She never looked him up after high school finding he didn't deserve her attention after the library instead that only the whole school knew about, thanks to Phi. She cleared her throat and plastered on a smile that hurt her cheeks. <strong>“I didn't recognize you, you look good.”</strong> She suddenly wished a hole would appear below her and swallow her to save her from this embarrassing moment. She tsked herself, it was ten years ago she had to let go of what happened. <strong>“Here let's move dis way…There’s a table over here”</strong>&nbsp; But the pain was still a bit raw as she moved to an empty table and gestures for him to set her bag on the table. She pulled out a chair and sat down herself, crossing her long legs. She sipped her drink to try and help her dislodged whatever was keeping her from conversing with him. She pushed her food away finding that she had suddenly lost her appetite. <strong>“Phi you look really good. Years have been good to you.”</strong> She tried to keep the animosity from her voice. <strong>“What have you been doing?”</strong> She leaned closer to him and never let her smile drop.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>28-01-2018, 21:07:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/0d/bf/43/0dbf43b373a342d626d1bd4089266698--marlon-teixeira-candies.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> "Danny" Dannings (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13854701#msg13854701)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as pictured with dark brown dress shoes<br><strong>Location:</strong> Heading into Hilton Hotel Ballroom (name tag station -&gt; Buffet -&gt; ?) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sierra, Open<br><br><hr><br>Danny was relieved to see that his puppy dog eyes still seemed to have some sort of an effect. That, or maybe Sierra was just taking pity on him. Though the line about his weakened sense of depth perception and field of focus stuff sounded like bullshit, it wasn’t. In fact, it came up so infrequently in conversation, that he often forgot to preface it with a warning about how bogus he knew it sounded. Thankfully, this time, he remembered. <br><br>He didn’t think it had anything to do with his eyes, unless astigmatism was to blame. Apparently he had a very slight variation of it which just meant he couldn’t see as sharply as others could, but it never really impacted him negatively throughout his life. At least, it was nothing that he couldn’t laugh off later. Which was basically his constant state of being in high school. <br><br>Although she seemed somewhat skeptical about it, Sierra took the name tag in her hands and carefully lined it up, then pressed it against his chest, even smoothing it out to make sure that it had adhered properly. “Thanks!” Danny bellowed, giving her a thumbs up sign. “Way better than I could’ve done, that’s for sure.” He was smiling again, though it seemed like smiling was his default. <br><br>When they turned toward the rest of the ballroom, humming softly to himself, his head bobbed along to the beat of the song, and his hands idly went to his pockets, resting there as he propositioned her about food and drinks, which she denied, claiming he didn’t need to trouble himself for her. “It’s no trouble at all. I was gonna get something to drink anyway. Probably just a Sprite. Maybe champagne. Y’know, since they’re so similar.” He chuckled.<br><br>Sierra stated she would wait to eat until dinner, then encouraged him to fetch himself whatever he may have wanted. “I wouldn’t have offered if it was any sort of trouble.” Leaning in a little further, his voice dropped slightly. “I’m not paying for any of it, don’t forget.” Leaning back away again, he grinned broadly, then gestured to the bar. “Tell you what, I’ll just go grab a plate full of stuff and a couple waters, and bring them back.” <br><br>He nodded to her, as if encouraging her to agree. “You just have to pick a spot for us to occupy before I get back. Ready? Set… Go!” And with that, Danny was off, rushing to the bar in the corner for two waters and then dashing to the buffet, where he quite literally piled on item after item. Once he made his way around the entirety of the table, he lapped around the bar and collected the two water bottles, then started making his way back to Sierra, who hopefully had enough time to find a place for them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PervCelebre</strong> on <strong>29-01-2018, 15:26:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/15/e1/12/15e11212fa555f1d50dfae30deab69ff--amazing-people-beautiful-people.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Phil Deckland (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847174#msg13847174)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tailored Hug Boss suit with a dark gray pinstripe, white shirt with Seville Row tie and black shiny shoes that dazzle. (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/55/08/1d/55081da1b1fae6eac63f56f77ee1e21b--beautiful-men-beautiful-people.jpg)<br><strong>Location:Bar, Buffet </strong><br><strong>Tagging:Baylee (open) </strong><br><hr> <br>Phil’s mind was flooding back with memories as well. <br>&nbsp;<br><em>The basement of the Westwood Public Library where Phil had tutored Bay for a bit. They had gotten along, laughed a lot. She was nice and cute as hell. It was the most interaction Phil had had with a girl and he was really starting to like her. But, of course, he was awkward. So, as he looked at an assignment from dumb Mrs. Carter about a book no one cared about, he helped her the best he could. He was in the middle of that when he saw her cleavage, down her shirt to her black, lacy bra, clinging to her breasts, making him immediately ache and harden so he had to hide as his mouth with instantly dry and he tried to form words and hide his stares.</em><br>&nbsp;<br>“I’ve been good. I’m a writer. Books, screenplays, some online stuff. I kind of hop back and forth between the coasts wherever they need me. Getting out of Westwood was good for me. But...I’ll be honest...you were always a regret. I just don’t remember what happened.”<br>&nbsp;<br>Phil realized he was clinging onto her purse for dear life, like it was the buoy to which he wouldn’t sink under his own bullshit, his own baggage from high school. It was in these moments he felt like the chubby loser, the one who felt he was better than all of them only because he wasn’t. Yes he looked good. But, inside it was like he was 100 pounds heavier.<br>&nbsp;<br>“Oh, sorry. Here you go,” Phil handed the purse back to her as they moved off to the side. “You look amazing too. What have you been up to,” he asked.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>29-01-2018, 15:28:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www2.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Jessica+Rothe+Viacom+TCA+Summer+2016+WkBds0ZX6zcl.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">GM Post</span></strong><br><br>The time is now 5:00 in the evening, and dinner is about to commence. <br><br>Wait staff file into the ballroom, clearing away the remaining trays and platters of appetizer items, replacing them with an abundance of dinner dishes. <br><br><em>(Note: Please refer to the first post (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281641.msg13848069#msg13848069) for descriptions and images of the food.)</em><br><br>Juliet Rhodes made her way over to the podium, tapping a finger against the microphone as softly as possible, to be sure that it was working. <br><br>"Hello, class of 2008!" She cheered, smiling brightly and broadly as the room turned to focus on her. <br><br>"I just want to thank everyone for coming, and I guess it's also time for me to announce that dinner is served!" Her arms raised, aimed at the display, as if she were Vanna White.<br><br>"The bar is still open, and dinner will be available until 6, at which time dessert will be served. So, help yourselves! But, make sure to save enough room for dancing afterward!"<br><br>With that, she raised her nonalcoholic glass high into the air. "Let's make this a night to remember, Westwood Wildcats! Cheers!" <br><br>A chorus of half enthused and half droning "Cheers" was echoed back at her, before Juliet stepped away from the podium.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>29-01-2018, 15:29:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.u2mtv.com/files/actor/9/7/97f4b8ceb7d493913b51f5c63b8d03e9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Juliet Rhodes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847695#msg13847695)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Navy mini-dress and taupe, strappy heels (http://www3.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Viacom+TCA+Summer+2016+azEUeWS62uXx.jpg) (wearing name tag)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom -&gt; Snack Bar -&gt; Table<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Richard, Open!<br><br><hr><br>Before she had the chance to walk off, Richard gently grabbed hold of her wrist and met her gaze with his, as he sincerely thanked her for hosting the reunion, expressing genuine appreciation for all that she had put into making the night possible. Juliet beamed back at him as he released her wrist. “No need to thank me.” She murmured back, still grinning broadly as she turned with a gesture behind her, toward the food. <br><br>As she meandered over to the buffet table, she thought about what he had said. About how he wouldn’t know what to do with himself even if he had a babysitter, how he wasn’t seeing anyone and had no friends nearby. She had tried to keep the frown off of her face when he revealed as much, but was sure that it shone through her countenance anyway. So much of his life was dedicated to Elisabeth, and now that she was gone, he had to start all over, with a broken family.<br><br>She couldn’t help feeling bad for him, no matter how much he disliked the pity of others. He was dealt a rough hand, that much was for certain. Now, if he was looking to start anew, he came with what some might consider baggage. Juliet preferred to think of it like he was a package deal; three for the price of one. Yet, if she were serious about it, could she really envision herself as the step-mother to twins? <br><br>Not that she was picturing a future with Richard - her cheeks flushed as that thought worked its way out of her mind - but, it was a scenario she had to picture.<br><br>After all, even Tanner had an ex-wife. He had been married before, while Juliet had only ever been engaged. Not that it was a competition about who was able to settle down first. That was hardly the concern. What was concerning was the harsh reality that she may never get the perfect future she had always dreamed of. Perhaps it was a pipe dream, after all. In this day and age, she supposed, maybe her expectations were too high and she was anticipating an unrealistic future.<br><br>As she took a plate from the buffet table and started to collect a few of the items she had wanted to sample, Juliet noticed the time after glancing at the clock on the wall. “Oh, shoot.” She murmured, then hurried to take the rest of what she wanted to try, and set her plate aside, making sure the waiters knew not to discard it as they came closer. It was time to announce dinner, so Juliet hopped to it, reaching the podium and speaking smoothly and clearly for her former classmates to hear. <br><br>Once that was handled, she stepped down and retrieved her plate, then made her way back to Richard. Unfortunately, their conversation had strayed slightly at the timing of it all. When she returned to the table they had been speaking at, Juliet set her plate down, then her drink, and pulled the chair out for herself. “Would you care to sit? Of course, if you had planned on eating with someone else, I don’t want to tie you down.” Double meanings were largely lost on Juliet, who was almost too innocent seeming to catch them.<br><br>After she sat herself down, Juliet started snacking on some sushi rolls, gesturing to her plate for Richard to share some with her, if he wanted. “So, I’m not sure that any real estate agents I know will be able to provide you with a babysitter and wine along with the house,” she giggled, reminded of how he had backtracked after saying that, admitting it sounded wrong. “But, I have a few contacts and all of their business cards. Just, not with me.” She inwardly scolded herself for not bringing her book of contacts. “I left it at home, but I’m more than happy to refer you to someone, if you just reach out to me.” She smiled quaintly, taking a long sip of her beverage.<br><br>“Oh, and you asked if I saw pictures of them.” She shook her head as she recalled their previous conversation, before they were essentially interrupted by the shift in time. “Not recently.” The last time she had seen them was at the wake, but she didn’t want to bring that fact up. “They’re two now, right? I bet they’re looking more like you every day.” She remarked, unsure if Richard was about to whip out a photo album of them, or not. A tilt of her head as she took another sushi roll into her mouth was the only indicator that she was struck with a certain thought, before she randomly shared. <br><br>“I’m pretty good with kids. They seem to like me.” She shrugged a shoulder, obviously not trying to inflate her own ego, but rather, sharing a factoid about herself that Richard may have not known. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangeflower</strong> on <strong>29-01-2018, 16:08:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://pixel.nymag.com/imgs/daily/vulture/2014/10/20/20-ryan-phillippe-cruel-intentions.w529.h529.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Richard Toomes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13851750#msg13851750)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Suit with red shirt. (https://images.hugoboss.com/is/image/boss/hbeu50297076_001_10?$re_fullPageZoom$&amp;wid=1500&amp;hei=2275) (Along with his tag)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hotel Ballroom -&gt; Table -&gt; Buffet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Juliet, Open<br><hr><br>Richard cheered along with everyone else when Juliet announced that it was time for dinner. But he waited for her to return to him before seating himself. "No I hand't thought that far ahead." He admitted when she asked him if he had planned on sitting somewhere else. And with that he pulled out the chair to Juliet's right and sat down. <br><br>He had just seated himself when he realized that he hadn't gotten any food from the buffet. He still had his half full glass of champagne so when Juliet offered him some of the sushi on her plate he accepted. He smiled at her giggle. It was cute and he had to wonder if she had always been that or if she had changed that much in the years since high school. "Well like I said. I would really appreciate the help. That would be great. And I could always call you to get the info, or maybe come over tomorrow before I head back home." He suggested. Richard never thought about how it could be misinterpreted to invite himself to her place. To him he was simply getting some help from a friend. It really didn't matter that the friend was a beautiful young woman. <br><br>Richard took a sushi roll and put it in his mouth. The rich flavor of the wasabi and the fish was delicious and Richard suddenly remembered that he was hungry. He hadn't eaten since breakfast, and breakfast with two year old kids was at 6 PM at the latest. "Hmmm. That's good." He said and sipped a little of his wine. <br><br>"Yes they are turned two last month. It's almost unreal how much Tracy looks like Elisabeth. And Trevor. Well I have to say that he's a whole lot cuter than I ever was at that age." He said with a big grin. "I'll show you some pictures later if you are interested." He told her and gestured to the table, "Not while eating." He had his phone full of pictures of both the kids. But he always thought it a bit rude when people took out their phones during dinner. He raised an eyebrow at Juliet's remark but he didn't respond right away. He wondered if she was suggesting something and he was struggling to understand what it was. Did she offer herself as a babysitter? Or something else? He really didn't know. So instead of commenting he took another sushi roll and put in his mouth. <br><br>The roll was just as delicious as the first. This one was with salmon and the fatty fish was complimented so well by the topping. Having swallowed the food he smiled at Juliet, "I guess I'm going to get some more food or I'll eat all what you collected. I'll be right back in a hurry. Is there anything you need?" He asked as he began to get up. He waited for her response before moving to the buffet. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangeflower</strong> on <strong>29-01-2018, 20:06:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://skats.us/wp-content/uploads/2018/01/hair-style-ruby-rose-long-with-hairruby-remarkable-image-inspirations.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Natalie Osmond (http://URL TO CS)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Leather jacket, loose white t-shirt, tight leather pants and five inch spike heels. (http://www.cosas.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/23.jpg) (wearing name tag)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving at the ballroom, the bar -&gt; Heading for Table #3<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <strong>Nate</strong>, mentioning - <em>Juliet, Richard, Sierra, Danny, Chrissa, Lemar</em> (did I forget someone?),&nbsp; <strong>OPEN!<br></strong><br><hr><br>Natalie saw the blonde head towards the podium. She knew her. She had been that popular girl back in high school. The same that had arranged this reunion. Juliet something. She was a face in the crowd that she remembered. There were lots of other names and faces that she didn't remember. Or more precisely, she remembered a lot of faces but didn't have a name to put to them. It was amazing how little most had changed. Though they most likely thought they had changed a lot, almost all of them looked the same if only a little more mature. For instance the guy that Juliet had been chatting with still had that baby face of his, but where was that girl he always hung around? Elisabeth. The two of them were joined at the hip and she was already planing her marriage back in high school when Natalie dreaded the exact same thing. <br><br>But Natalie kept scanning the crowd as they all cheered to the speech that Juliet gave. Her eyes landed on someone she knew. That was Sierra. Natalie lit up in a smile. That girl had been the closest thing to a friend that Natalie had had back in high school. Sierra had helped saving her ass more than once when Natalie was struggling with homework and it was thanks to her that Natalie ever graduated. She had lost contact with most of her old class after her marriage and hadn't heard from anyone until she discovered Facebook some seven years ago. She had followed Sierra from a distance. It looked like Sierra was having a good time with that guy with the face that Natalie knew but couldn't place. She tried to get the other woman's attention with a smile. She would love to catch up with her at some point if the face guy would leave her alone. <br><br>Natalie was still hanging in the bar when everyone started to head towards the tables. She downed her whiskey and signaled the bartender to fill it again. "And get me a beer!" She said, adding, "Brooklyn IPA." Brooklyn... yeah why not drink your favorite local beer? And it reminded her of the reason she had gotten the invitation after all. Lemar. She had met him a few months ago at a party and recognized him. They'd hit off and had talked a lot. The man was very different from what she remembered from high school though she had to admit that her opinion of him back then had been tainted by her father's extreme racism and hatred for colored people.<br><br>She noticed that Chrissa excused herself and left her cavalier alone at the bar. So Natalie went to Nate, with a beer in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other, she looked after the retreating Chrissa and then back at Nate, "I hope it wasn't something I said." She said with a shrug and continued, "I'm Natalie by the way. I don't remember your name....." she looked at his name tag, "... Nate?" And with a smile she added, "Would you care to join me at the table? We can always hold a seat for girlfriend." <br><br>No matter if he would join her or not, she made her way towards one of the tables and placed the glass and the bottle on the table and sat down. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Szandor</strong> on <strong>30-01-2018, 01:00:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/bc/26/de/bc26deca6a1fb6a93eadb16180f0898f--chris-pine-chris-delia.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tanner McCloud (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847272#msg13847272)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Outfit (https://www.thefashionisto.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/Esquire_UK_May_2013_Page_088.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom -&gt; Buffet -&gt; Table<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Juliet, Evion, Richard, Ruben -<strong> Open</strong><br><hr><br>Tanner smirked to Juliet, and licked his lips subconsciously. “Yeah. Course, we can figure it all out later.” He was about to mention that he had ordered a room and taken his things up hours before, but maybe that was a little too forward. He did like to think she was staying in the Hotel as well… and maybe he’d offer to get her a drink after all. Didn’t want her getting up from her table too much, right?<br><br>The man made his way to the buffet, and put on his plate some nice looking salads, and finally some pasta. He didn’t like to deviate too much from what he ate normally, which was the most average food one could find in the United states; Salad, pasta, and maybe a bit of Vanilla ice cream. The Tanner that made artisan pastries at the Cafe and wouldn’t shut up about his business was a little different to the Tanner that he really was. He liked being home, and he liked routine.<br><br>When he took his seat beside Juliet, she was talking to Richard. She said she was good with kids, and Tanner huffed to himself. He didn’t want to interrupt them, not when they appeared to be talking about children. People were very protective of those. <br><br>Taner started on his salad, then watched as a man - definitely gay - interrupted Richard and Juliet’s conversation. The man winked at him, and Tanner felt his cheeks going red. He couldn’t care less who people fell in love with in the world, but flirting was flirting. All of it made him just a little hot under the collar when he didn’t start it. Tanner returned to his food and kept his head down. Once again, he didn't care who anyone went to bed with. Just that he had eyes for only one person tonight, and he thought he remembered Ruben from somewhere. He couldn't quite place it, but he knew they had spoken. He knew Ruben was in with the 'cool' crowd, though. Never bothered by anyone. Lucky bastard.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Szandor</strong> on <strong>30-01-2018, 01:02:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/0c/0e/38/0c0e385f5fee5d16727ce84dde9adeaf--zachary-quinto-pies.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ruben McKenzie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13861538#msg13861538)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Outfit (https://media.gq.com/photos/570d7849c256dbf232d2e93a/master/w_1483/wtwt-gq-april-6.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom: Open Bar -&gt; Table <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Xander, Katie, Juliet, Tanner(I know, roleplaying with myself. Eugh.) - <strong>Open!</strong><br><hr><br>Xander approached them, and Ruben smiled warmly. “Oh, you should have.” He said, then looked to his own. Ruben looked the man up and down - just so he could see if he recognised him, of course - and shrugged. “Mine is fine. I suppose I like mine a little fruitier, but if you want to be giggly after a glass, this is your meal ticket.”<br><br>Ruben chuckled at Katie’s promise, and bumped shoulders playfully with her. She was fun, and he definitely wanted to be seated next to her when the buffet was underway. Which, ironically enough, was just about to be. Ruben watched Juliet - he needed to catch up with her! - make her little speech, then people started to walk over to their tables. Ruben wasn’t overly hungry. In fact, this would be the first time he had eaten something other than Chicken and Vegetables for months. He had been on a strict meal plan - set by himself - when he was in shows and out in the public. Tonight he could indulge. It was like a Cheat Day.<br><br>“Is that a promise, Miss Matchmaker?” He giggled, then sipped on his wine. “Suppose we should find somewhere to sit before we get moved to the kiddies table.” Ruben said. He spotted Juliet moving from the buffet table to her seat, then put a hand on Katie’s shoulder and spoke again to her. He glanced to Xander and winked as he did so.<br><br>“Save me a seat next to you, yeah? I need to go say hello to Queen Bee.” Ruben said. Before he went though, the man smirked to Katie and put his wine glass down on the bar next to her. “Guard this with your life. I’m not going to make a fool of myself over there, so I’m entrusting it to you.”<br><br>Ruben grinned to Katie, then parted from her and walked through the crowd to Juliet. She was sat next to a man he didn’t know, until he remembered who the guy’s girlfriend was in high school. Ruben put a hand on Juliet’s shoulder, and winked to the other man on Juliet’s left. Ruben thought for a second that it might have been a Jock, but then he realised. Ah. The guy who got bullied. One of Evion’s friends. “Girl, I think you’re having more luck with the men here than I am. Tell me your secrets.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZionVI</strong> on <strong>30-01-2018, 02:17:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/2920a153723ecb0839325321967508c3/tumblr_oplvw8Nk7Y1w6bn9yo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Evion Raymond (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847475#msg13847475)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White suit as pictured (https://78.media.tumblr.com/2920a153723ecb0839325321967508c3/tumblr_oplvw8Nk7Y1w6bn9yo1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Npc, Open<br><hr><br>Evion raises an eyebrow and barely spares a glance at the man sauntering over to them and chatting up Juliet. She attracts them like flies; high school reputation, event co-ordinators curse, or natural witchcraft? He silently gives his condolences to her. Juliet`ll be chatted up all night. A sweet lady, deserved a breather. <br>His phone buzzes again and Evion excuses himself in the direction of the buffet table. The importance of food is never, ever valued enough. Free food? Free food is the stuff of kings. <br>Evion opens the text. Weaving through the crowd and grinning (https://68.media.tumblr.com/92d9c9ee61a58efcab8d0e16d209bd7a/tumblr_oguenwWMxo1sfgseyo1_r2_500.gif). Like a fool some would say, as if he`d won the lottery others would claim, embodying a love struck dolt onlookers would see.<br><br><hr>(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c7/Chat.png)<br><span class="bbc_u">Chess</span><br>(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/91/69/03/9169034ce5f5ec844a11356adfd6b18d.jpg)<br>I would totally be there but I've got a hot date ;)<br><br>(https://78.media.tumblr.com/c018474d5a62990362d7da338965d2fe/tumblr_inline_oip1ctK7K91rsjy69_540.jpg)<br>My god. He's HIDEOUS.<br><hr><br>Pink tongue sticks out at the screen. Of course any other color of tongue would be highly irregular, likely dangerous and most definitely contagious. Evions normal, safe and completely fine tongue stays out in a silly grin, pokes between his teeth in the dorkiest way. He silently laughs to himself.&nbsp; <br><br><hr>(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c7/Chat.png)<br><span class="bbc_u">To; Chess</span><br>thats what u get. shopping second hand.<br>bitch I taught u better.<br><hr> <br><br>Evion, phone in one hand, attention distracted, plate in the other, helps himself to a heaping of dinner. Thank god these are labelled. Evion doesn`t know what half these dishes are, wouldn`t put it past Juliet that the ingredients are imported. The buffet is longer than his bedroom. He squints. Okay, barely longer. There`s about two steps difference. <br>Evion wishes his glasses weren`t three floors up. He has trouble telling the differences between what`s coated, has a thin sauce or was cooked a real fancy way. Texture spotting, a hobby <em>obviously</em> known far and wide. He`s going to the championships this year, snag a spot on the podium, make his momma proud.<br>Evion grabs a scoop of some dish in French that melts his mouth with just a look and makes his way back.<br><br>Evion skirts around the bundles of people lining up for dinner and places his plate at a table. Inhabitants; one. He smiles a greeting at her, tough and claiming two glasses of liquor. No doubt sharing wasn`t in the books. Or the rough drafts. <br>Evion looks back over at Tanner and gives a little wave. His friend, a furniture ocean apart. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>30-01-2018, 02:19:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/TkNo2mb.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ashleigh Slater (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13854315#msg13854315)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> (as pictured)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Ballroom (Window, away form Bar) =&gt; room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Katie, open to anyone at table 3, mentioning Chrissa <br><br><hr><br>Ashleigh had finished her drink, eaten a pot brownie, and had enough time for her pills to kick in. She was much more evened out now. And in need of another drink. And worried she hadn't packed enough underwear. But one of those problems had an easily solution and it was to go have dinner downstairs.<br><br>A few moments later she was getting out of the elevator and and she froze in her tracks! There was Chrissa! Chrissa who she needed to apologize to for spreading that nasty rumor about her when she wouldn't let her kiss her in the library! Okay, okay. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes to steady her nerves and opened them to - not see her anymore. She whirled about and saw the elevator closing on the pretty blonde. Dammit! Alright, that one got away. Next time!<br><br>She walked into the dining area a bit nervously, not sure who she might run into but - "KATIE!" She squealed and prance-ran over to her friend formerly known as Harry. She rushed up to the woman and threw her arms about her hugging her tight. "Oh my god I didn't realize you should have just told me, you know I suck at subtle! Oh my god, girl! You look amazing!" She gushed, taking in her figure and the dress again. "Was this why you stopped talking to me? Oh sweetie I would have been in your corner!" She hugged her again close this time, her considerable muscles making themselves felt.<br><br>"Oh, sorry." She winced and pulled back. "Sorry, sorry, I'm trying to be less grabby, it's- uh, well, long story, oh my god sit with me!" Completely contradicting what she just said she grabbed Katie's hands and started attempting to pull her to the nearby table. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Szandor</strong> on <strong>30-01-2018, 02:26:58</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Chester (NPC)<br><strong>Location:</strong> A Bar near Evion's house<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Evion - <strong>Closed</strong><br><br><hr><hr>(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c7/Chat.png)<br><span class="bbc_u">Chess</span><br><br>(https://data.whicdn.com/images/303229848/superthumb.jpg)<br>Invite Evion's friend out for drinks, I said.<br>It'd be fun, I said...<br>Your friend is flirting with the barmaid...<br>They have nice ash trays here...<del><em> swiped.</em></del><br><hr><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZionVI</strong> on <strong>30-01-2018, 02:38:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/2920a153723ecb0839325321967508c3/tumblr_oplvw8Nk7Y1w6bn9yo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Evion Raymond (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847475#msg13847475)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White suit as pictured (https://78.media.tumblr.com/2920a153723ecb0839325321967508c3/tumblr_oplvw8Nk7Y1w6bn9yo1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chess (NPC)<br><hr><br><hr><hr>(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c7/Chat.png)<br><span class="bbc_u">To; Chess</span><br><br>lmaoo.<br>lesson learned babe.<br>don’t take your advice next time. too bad jacks the one getting laid tonight. <br><hr><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Szandor</strong> on <strong>30-01-2018, 02:58:06</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Chester (NPC)<br><strong>Location:</strong> A Bar near Evion's house<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Evion - <strong>Closed</strong><br><br><hr><hr>(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c7/Chat.png)<br><span class="bbc_u">Chess</span><br><br>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/7f/16/9e/7f169e4d29c3482820958dd4bda5a5f9.jpg)<br>I would put in an audio file of 'All By Myself',<br>but that's not exactly party music for a High <br>School Reunion. How would I know, though?<br>I never went to school! ;D<br>Suck on that, babe!<br><hr><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZionVI</strong> on <strong>30-01-2018, 07:51:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/2920a153723ecb0839325321967508c3/tumblr_oplvw8Nk7Y1w6bn9yo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Evion Raymond (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847475#msg13847475)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White suit as pictured (https://78.media.tumblr.com/2920a153723ecb0839325321967508c3/tumblr_oplvw8Nk7Y1w6bn9yo1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chess (NPC)<br><hr><br><hr><hr>(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c7/Chat.png)<br><span class="bbc_u">To; Chess</span><br><br>Lucky lucky me. westwood alumni...<br>expected everyone 2b fatter. this. is. bullshit. (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻<br><hr><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>30-01-2018, 14:29:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.u2mtv.com/files/actor/9/7/97f4b8ceb7d493913b51f5c63b8d03e9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Juliet Rhodes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847695#msg13847695)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Navy mini-dress and taupe, strappy heels (http://www3.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Viacom+TCA+Summer+2016+azEUeWS62uXx.jpg) (wearing name tag)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom -&gt; Table<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Richard, Ruben, Tanner, Open!<br><br><hr><br>Juliet was delighted when Richard sat down beside her and shared some of the sushi she had offered on a paper plate. As they steered their way back to their conversation, he mentioned that he would really appreciate the help, then suggested that he could potentially stop by her place to pick up the information before travelling back home. <br><br>Surely her features had shifted at his bold proposition. Though, even she couldn’t be sure if he meant it in any other way than literally. Then again, when all it would take was a simple phone call, why bother suggesting a visit? “Yeah,” she replied somewhat timidly. “I’m sure we can figure it out.” <br><br>Though she intended on making memories tonight, it was not Juliet’s goal to lead anyone astray. Part of her may have been hopeful for a rebound - just to get it out of her system post breakup. But she could never do that with someone who had expected more from her than just sex. Richard fit into the category of ‘a serious future,’ in her mind. Tanner, on the other hand… <br><br>Richard complimented the sushi and snapped Juliet back into the moment, though her cheeks had gently flushed at her stray thoughts. “Isn’t it? I really wanted to make sure that we had authentic sushi. So, I ordered from my favorite place and they even gave me a discount, since I’m such a frequent customer.” <br><br>She chuckled to herself, with a shake of her head. “Who would have thought that getting a discount for eating somewhere all the time would be a highlight of my adult life?” The question was a musing, mostly rhetorical one. But, it could have hinted at how little she accomplished in the past ten years; how she had expected more of herself, only to fall short.<br><br>As the topic switched back to his kids, Juliet smiled and just watched as Richard spoke about them. Giggling at his comment about how his son was much cuter than he was at two, she was tempted to ask him for proof, but stopped herself short in time for Richard to intercede. He didn’t want to share pictures during dinner, it seemed. “Okay,” she nodded, wondering if he had a rule about no electronics at the table, back home. <br><br>After a short while, Richard must have thought that he was taking more than a small portion of the food she had collected on her plate, and decided to gather himself some dinner. “Not if I eat it all first!” She joked, then shook her head at his offer. “No, no, I’m fine. I’ll get myself dinner in a little while. But, thank you.” It was around then that she felt someone rather close, on her opposite side. <br><br>As Richard left to attend to his task, Juliet turned, just as Ruben placed his hand against her shoulder. The pivot in her seat also alerted Juliet to another presence - Tanner, silent and eating, beside her. She blinked at him as her cheeks fumed, all while Ruben gave her a delightful greeting. “Ah- Ruben!” She exclaimed, shifting from her seat and rising into a stand, to pull him in for a hug. “It’s so good to see you, thank you for coming,” she smirked as she let him go, his comment not helping to minimize her blush.<br><br>“As for my secret,” she dropped her voice, a little hopeful that Tanner wouldn’t hear. “No panties. Works every time.” Juliet couldn’t keep a straight face with that line, though. She broke immediately and started laughing, shaking her head deliberately. “Kidding, kidding! Besides, I’m sure that by the end of the night, you’ll have had more luck than me. You look fabulous!” <br><br>Reaching out for Ruben’s hand, she took a hold of it faintly, before looking over her shoulder at the others all congregating around the buffet table or selecting their seats. “I’d hate to hold you hostage during dinner, but come find me later, okay? We need to catch up!” <br><br>Once that was done, Juliet took a moment to steady her breathing, then returned to her seat, this time facing Tanner. “You know, I’ve been greeting everyone with a hug, but when you swooped in like you did, I think I got too flustered to give you one.” Idly, she bit at her lower lip, though a warm grin was ever present on her face. Was she flirting with him? Was that the thing that was happening? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangeflower</strong> on <strong>30-01-2018, 20:32:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C6E65K8UoAEtAgc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katie Reynolds (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847310#msg13847310)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Knee length dress, showing almost an outrageous amount of cleavage, 4 inch spike leather boots. (https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C6E65K8UoAEtAgc.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom, the bar<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ruben, Ashleigh, open to everyone at table #2 <strong>Open</strong>! <br><hr><br>Katie grinned at Ruben's question. "I wish." But deep down she knew that while she did attract her fair share of guys, quite a lot of them backed down when they learned what she did for a living. "But if I find someone that doesn't meet my standards I'll remember to send him along." She smiled at him and looked in the direction of the tables. "I guess you are right. And my lawyer would have a heart attack if I was put at the kiddies table." She said, "I'll get a chair for you, don't worry Ruben."<br><br>Katie walked towards the tables. As she walked she contemplated. It had so far been a success coming to the reunion. She hadn't imagined that she'd hit off so well with the others and that they accepted her like everything was normal. Of course it was so far only Ruben that she had told that she did porn and then she knew that Chrissa knew. But she didn't know if Chrissa had told anyone yet. It wasn't like she wanted to be known as the porn star of the class but she wasn't ashamed of what she did and wouldn't hide it.<br><br>She was lost in her own thoughts when suddenly out of nowhere Ashleigh appeared and pulled Katie into a fierce hug. Katie hugged her back and then looked at her old friend with a smile and pulled a little back. "You found out!" She said with a big smile. That made it a whole lot easier. "Well. I'm sorry I cut you out of my life back then. In our senior year I got hold of my first batch of hormones that might not have been entirely legal. But I was walking around in a constant state of mood swings and bad temper. To say I was unreasonable and bitchy would put it mildly." She said forcing a smile. Katie had regretted many times over what she did to her friends back in high school. Her constant PMS had become a huge problem until she began to see a doctor about the hormones. Katie forced herself not to start crying out of happiness when Ashleigh told her that she'd have been on her side. "Thank you girl. I love you. You are the best." She said visibly moved. <br><br>When Ashleigh apologized for being grabby,&nbsp; Katie laughed. "Oh girl. You are not grabby, at least not by my standards." And with that she put her arm around Ashleigh's waist. "I will so much sit with you. How about over there..." She pointed at a table, "I promised Ruben to save a seat for him."<br><br>And with her arm around Ashleigh's waist, and their hips touching she started her way towards the table. They matched in height with their heels and as they walked it almost looked as a competition of who could reveal most skin - and it seemed like Ashleigh was winning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Szandor</strong> on <strong>31-01-2018, 03:07:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/0c/0e/38/0c0e385f5fee5d16727ce84dde9adeaf--zachary-quinto-pies.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ruben McKenzie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13861538#msg13861538)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Outfit (https://media.gq.com/photos/570d7849c256dbf232d2e93a/master/w_1483/wtwt-gq-april-6.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom: Juliet's Table -&gt;&nbsp; Ruben's Table<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Evion, Juliet, Tanner, Katie - <strong>Open!</strong><br><hr><br>Ruben grinned to Juliet, and pulled her into a tight, big hug that ended with him looking her up and down and whistling at her response. "Wow. You look gorgeous, and so does everyone else! Shouldn't there be one failure here? One fat, bald guy that used to be everyone's favorite jock?" Ruben joked, then opened his mouth in mock surprise as Juliet's slightly scandalous joke. "Oh, you! That doesn't help <em>me</em>, you know." He paused for effect, then shrugged. "I'm wearing panties that are too nice to take off."<br><br>Ruben giggled, then looked over Juliet's shoulder to Tanner. He recognized the man as who he was now... and he remembered how shy and bullied he was in High School. Now, Ruben was a man who loved to think of the positives before the negatives. So, perhaps the experience of High School had structured him well and he was now a respectful and caring man(and oof, that outfit!). But on the flip side perhaps he was insensitive to other's feelings, just like they had been to his so long ago. Ruben wanted to believe the first bit, but because Juliet was sitting next to him Ruben couldn't help but be a little protective.<br><br>The man smirked, and nodded to Juliet's last statement. "Of course. I'll come find you after we've both bloated from all this gorgeous food." He smirked, then held her hand a little more firmly and lowered his voice. "But you tell me if any blue-eyed man isn't treating you right, okay? Because you know how I can shake him up if he's harassing my girl." He said, then cast another glance to Tanner. The guy was a gem to look at, so it'd be a shame if it came down to Ruben having to tell him to fuck off, or god forbid get physical.<br><br>Once he had said his peace, he let go of Juliet and held his hands up in mock surrender. "Look at me, being the overbearing mom-friend once again!" He said, then giggled and waved his goodbyes to Juliet. As he walked past, he ruffled Tanner's hair and grinned to him. "Still got nice cheekbones, McCloud."<br><br>Ruben went to get food - an array of different things he hadn't tried before and some things he just couldn't resist, even if they were carb-heavy - and made his way back to his table. Once he had sat down between Evion and Katie he let out a sigh of relief. "Is it just me, or does the food here all look like it's been made by Gordon Ramsey?" The man exclaimed. He smirked, then looked to Ruben. "Hey there," He playfully punched Evion's arm - not nearly any sort of force to it - and stuck out his tongue. "How's the guy in your life?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Szandor</strong> on <strong>31-01-2018, 03:29:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/bc/26/de/bc26deca6a1fb6a93eadb16180f0898f--chris-pine-chris-delia.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tanner McCloud (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847272#msg13847272)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Outfit (https://www.thefashionisto.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/Esquire_UK_May_2013_Page_088.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom: Seated at Table<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Juliet, Evion, Ruben - <strong>Open!</strong><br><hr><br>In his spaced-out haze, Tanner barely caught the gaze of Evion from across the room. When they locked eyes though, he was glad for the little bit of solace that the wave offered. He could hear Juliet and Ruben talking&nbsp; (not hearing the panties comment because of Evion's wave taking up his attention) but he wasn't taking anything in as he waved back to the mint-haired man. He subtly gestured to Juliet and Ruben talking then made a face that said 'I'm uncomfortable but amused at the same time!' and shrugged his shoulders. When the onversation got louder, however, Tanner averted his attention from Evion back to Juliet and Ruben.<br><br>As Tanner listened to the two speak he glanced up to watch their movements. He liked to watch people like that. Not that he was a perv or anything, but he simply liked people's physical reactions; the way their hands gestured, their eyebrows raising, even when they bit their bottom lip in conversation. Ruben definitely did all of those things. The guy was like a big, out-and-proud ball of energy sweeping through the place. Tanner had known the guy in High School, but never really interacted with him save for the one pep-talk he received from him. <em>Nice cheekbones</em>, that's what Tanner had taken away from that conversation. The gayest guy in High School thought little Tanner McCloud had nice cheekbones. He had taken that as very high praise, and hearing it again as his hair was ruffled caused Tanner to laugh at the memory.<br><br>He called out after the man as he left, grinning at his new-found cheekiness. "Still a walking stereotype, McKenzie!"<br><br>Tanner received a wink in response to that comment, and as he looked back to Juliet he smiled to her. She spoke to him, and Tanner wanted to take in every word as if it were a gem he had to cherish. He chuckled, and shrugged his shoulders. "What can I say? I just run into the best people... literally." He said, then ate a strand of pasta and tilted his head. "Sorry if I made all the blood rush to your head with that dip, by the way. I um... I didn't mean to be that clumsy when I met you again."<br><br>Tanner huffed through his nose, then turned in his seat to face Juliet fully. "You know, I'm a little anxious to say this but uh," He smirked shyly, and shrugged his shoulders. "I might have been clumsy because it was the first time I had seen you since High School. I had a crush on you that was a mile long." He confessed, then smiled wide and shook his head. "Maybe past tense 'had' isn't the right word, though."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>31-01-2018, 14:20:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/sMfQPm0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Xander Madar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847336#msg13847336)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured + black converses.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom | Bar -&gt; Tables<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ruben, Katie, Ashleigh, Evion, Open<br><br><hr><br>Ruben confirmed to Xander he should've gotten some wine as well, before informing him that his drink was fine, feeling content about his choice, although it could've been a tad better. <em>No wine is perfect,</em> Xander thought, suddenly realizing that could've been a terrible but great pun. <br><br>Juliet then went over the microphone on the podium and asked for everyone's attention, informing them that dinner would soon be served, inviting the former Westwood students to seat themselves at the tables. She finished her speech by calling the crowd the 'Westwood Wildcats' and raising her glass to have a toast. <br><br>Xander cringed at the mention of the Wildcats, but cheered with everyone else for good measure. <em>Wildcats, get'cha head in the game,</em> he thought, amusing himself. Apparently, Katie was going to help Ruben find a partner of sorts, whigh brought a smirk on Xander's face as he realized much of these reunions were probably a good opportunity for matchmaking, indeed. Ruben suggested they find a place to sit, before speaking to Katie, winking at Xander in the process, telling her to save him a seat next to her, as he wanted to say hello to Queen Bee, whoever that was. <br><br><em>What?</em> Xander thought of the wink, a tad confused, wondering if Ruben was just like that, messing around, or if he was attempting to flirt. <br><br>Ruben gave her his glass of wine for her to take care of while he was gone, as Xander watched him walking through the crowd to Juliet. <em>Ah, she's Queen Bee, well makes sense,</em> Xander thought. <br><br>He then heard someone loudly calling Katie over, turning towards the noise only to see Ashleigh coming over and hugging Katie, starting to talk to her about something that went over Xander's head as he ignored the subject. Apparently they had stopped talking to each other after high school, but Ashleigh claimed she would have been there for Katie. <em>For what?</em> Xander thought, taking a sip of his drink, trying not to look too awkwardly out of place. Katie then went on to explain she had been on hormones, which only confused Xander more. Their overwhelming hug made Xander a tad uncomfortable, like he would be engulfed into taking part of it, something he definitely didn't want at the moment. <br><br>Ashleigh then dragged Katie towards the nearest table, Xander watching all of that unfold, almost invisible. <em>Someone that was close with Danger Ash?</em> Xander wondered, trying to remember who she hung out with. Instead, his eyes laid on Richard in the distance, noticing there was still no sign of Elisabeth. The most plausible explanation was that they weren't together anymore and they were avoiding each other, or she couldn't make it somehow. Shrugging to himself, Xander slowly made his way towards the tables. <br><br>He sat himself at the table where Katie, Ruben, Ashleigh, and Evion were, smiling at them as he put his drink next to his plate. He figured he'd let Tanner smooth Juliet out all evening, more curious about the people at his table. <br><br>"Hey you guys, at last we meet for the first time for the last time," he said, quoting Spaceballs. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZionVI</strong> on <strong>31-01-2018, 14:41:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/2920a153723ecb0839325321967508c3/tumblr_oplvw8Nk7Y1w6bn9yo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Evion Raymond (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847475#msg13847475)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White suit as pictured (https://78.media.tumblr.com/2920a153723ecb0839325321967508c3/tumblr_oplvw8Nk7Y1w6bn9yo1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ruben, Open<br><hr><br>Korean male, late twenties, proceeds with the monumental act of slipping a phone in his pocket. The light punch startles and jerks his attention up out of the digital world. He glances at who spoke to him and swallows the silly quip riding shotgun. <br><br>Evion cocks his head to the side and rests it on his palm, elbow on the table and abrupt surprise locked deep down. His eyes track over the man, handsome and clean cut. Stubble to die for and god knows this guy knows it. <br>Who is this? <br>Ruben. Ruben? <br>The tag won`t lie… he doesn`t know a Ruben. <br>Internal debate, age old dilemmas. Either you recognise them or act like it`s so. Or, pretend you knew all along and guess whether it`s mutual. Reunions bring all sorts from the woodwork. Put spontaneous acting to the test. <br>&nbsp;“I don`t know, the one back home or the one I`m looking at?” <br><br>Evion frowns. “Have, did we, we work together? Before? Is, have we worked together?” <br>Right hand gestures between them. An essence of a feeling creeps, like a shadow on the street, growing worry you left the oven on, not setting an alarm for that one night only special. Familiar faces, names, people. Days in and out the booth. Were they part of the same cast? It is uncommon to record the cast of a game or show together. Evion huffs out a breath and bites his lip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>31-01-2018, 20:52:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/TkNo2mb.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ashleigh Slater (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13854315#msg13854315)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> (as pictured)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Table<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Katie, Ruben, Xander, open to anyone else at the table, mentioning Sierra <br><br><hr><br>The two had walked arm in arm before of course, but it never felt as right as it did now. Both of them dressed to the nines, heels clicking in unison, hips swaying in time, gorgeous faces dazzling with beautiful smiles as they laughed and held each other as they walked - Katie the femme fatale in the elegant dark style and Ashleigh the ball of fitness sunshine showing off her tan, ripped curves. Ah, this was just so correct in Ashleigh's mind. In a way she was starting to realizing this was what they had been missing before. Maybe she could have seen it, but she was always so self centered in high school, only superficially interested in others but not in what lay under the surface. It was very nice to finally meet her real friend. Katie. A pretty name. Maybe later they could - <br><br>No, no, bad Ashleigh! She was here to make amends for previous shennigans not ad more of them! She force herself back into friend mode and the two were giggling sharing old stories as they sat down with each other.<br><br>"Oh, Ruben?" Ashleigh clearly had no memory at all of this person. "Is that your husband?" She glanced at the man as he sat down by Ashleigh. "Hi i'm Ashleigh." She extended a hand. "I knew Katie in high school." She explained. To the boy who had been there. And she clearly didn't remember. Or maybe had never noticed at all.<br><br>She glanced up at Xander as he sat down and she suddenly gasped and had a deer in headlights look.<br><br>"Oh my god." She commented, reaching out and putting a hand over his tenderly. "I'm so sorry. I- I didn't -" she was obviously flustered. "I'm sure she told you it was just - I mean - she's back on solid foods I hear..." she gulped, obviously referencing something horrible. "We can talk later Scott." She said glancing down with a blush as she withdrew her hand.<br><br>She hadn't recognized Xander either. She thought he was something else. She nervously pulled her hair behind her ears and glanced at Katie, squeezing her friend's hand for the emotional support she needed right now. <br><br>As if that wasn't enough she saw the crew gathering at the table next to them and spotted Sierra. Shit. Of all the people she really needed to apologize to she was probably number one. Why oh why had that girl had to be so pretty about being felt up inappropriately? She'd need to catch her and apologize. Later. After more drinks. Speaking of which...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>31-01-2018, 21:40:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/78/e8/1c/78e81c239dea1f3c6ffbfdb6187d4872.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Autumn Lanche (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13846241#msg13846241)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (https://i.imgur.com/PM9GIZX.jpg) (not wearing name tag)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom | Table<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ashleigh, and the others at the table... sort of (Open)<br><br><hr><br>It was the ideal time for a bit of an intermission. Autumn had finished strolling around the perimeter of the ballroom and tugging at all of the windows, only to find herself back at the main doors with an empty glass. As one of the waiters rushed over and nearly walked straight by, she suddenly and swiftly dumped her glass against the man’s chest, which caused him to reflexively twitch and catch the glass before it could fall and shatter. <br><br>“Um. Think fast..?” Autumn offered from over her shoulder as she had already started walking away. As the others remained to listen to Juliet’s speech, Autumn was already rolling her eyes and mocking little miss perfect. “Blah blah blah, look at me, I’m perfect!” She imitated, while strolling out the front doors of the hotel and heading back to her car. Once there, she popped the trunk open and took out a duffel bag which happened to filled with sex toys. <br><br>The choice to place her items into a bag was not made out of fear of being embarrassed at the contents, but rather, out of ease. And she would know, firsthand. Carrying multiple sex toys was no easy feat. However, there was one that she decided to take out and sink against the waistband of her skirt. It was small and discreet enough that it wouldn’t be noticeable there. But, it would definitely be noticeable when it was used. That thought placed a devilish sneer on her face.<br><br>Upon returning, she went to the front desk and requested, through a very strange conversation, that someone place her items in Ashleigh Slater’s room. She also made a request for a copy of her key card, but that was not something they were willing to do without Ashleigh’s express permission, for some stupid reason. Hopefully the bag found its way up to Ashleigh’s room, because Autumn hadn’t booked one, figuring she’d want to leave as quickly as possible, and definitely not spend the night. <br><br>Making her way back inside the ballroom, everyone was finding their tables and plates of food. So, Autumn awkwardly walked over to the buffet - thankfully without tripping on her heels - and filled her plate with mostly carbs. Garlic bread, cheesy pasta, mashed potatoes, and even some bruschetta. After her plate was heaping, she brought it to the table where she had spotted Ashleigh. The seat next to her was unoccupied, so Autumn naturally, without asking, sat down there. <br><br>Turning her head to smirk at Ashleigh, only to find that her former flame was busy in what seemed to be a rather serious conversation with others, Autumn pouted openly, then took a big swig of the drink in front of her. Wait - was that even hers? Oh well, fuck it. It was now. And whatever this fruity concoction was, it tasted delicious. Taking a long sip, she swiped her tongue against her lips afterward, then released a long, telltale sound, signaling how refreshing that beverage tasted. “Aaaaaah.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>31-01-2018, 22:17:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.u2mtv.com/files/actor/9/7/97f4b8ceb7d493913b51f5c63b8d03e9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Juliet Rhodes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847695#msg13847695)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Navy mini-dress and taupe, strappy heels (http://www3.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Viacom+TCA+Summer+2016+azEUeWS62uXx.jpg) (wearing name tag)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom -&gt; Table<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ruben (Before he leaves), Tanner, Open!<br><br><hr><br>Giggles wove between her words as she spoke with Ruben, who was someone she had always thoroughly enjoyed spending time with. He was like his own little rainbow, brightening up everything around him, paying no attention to the rain that may have been falling nearby. She had to glance around the room at his remark about not one fat, bald, slob making an appearance. “Well, that may be my fault. I did send out the ‘save the dates’ months ago. Maybe that gave everyone enough time for liposuction and hair restoration.” Another scandalous remark from Juliet, which caused even her to gasp at herself.<br><br>The comment about panties made Juliet cover her mouth as she laughed a little louder than before, her tone suggesting that she was plenty aware how naughty a joke it was. But, then again, Ruben tended to bring that out in people - he had a way of bringing down walls without really making it obvious. When he paused after pretending to admonish her, she knew to hold her breath and wait for the rest of his delivery. Which, when delivered, was enough to make her throw her head back with laughter. <br><br>He drew his gaze to the side, glancing at Tanner, which only brought Juliet’s attention back to the stud who chose to sit beside her. It was then that Ruben took a firm grasp of her hand and left her with some fatherly wisdom, as it were. “Yes, Papa Bear.” She murmured, without really making the connection. It wasn’t until Ruben began to walk off that she realized, and flushed deeply. “Oh, I didn’t mean- I don’t- ugh,” she sighed, shaking her head and chuckling at herself. She hadn’t meant to imply that he was a ‘Bear’ like how the definitions on Urban Dictionary defined them. Not that she knew!<br><br>By the time he walked off, it seemed as if all was well again, so she eased back into her seat and turned to focus on Tanner once more - a task that was only too easy to fulfill. Breaking the ice between them, relieved that she got him to chuckle, Juliet settled her vibrant emerald gaze onto Tanner. For the first time all evening, she had a chance to really watch him - in his element, it seemed, because he was as smooth as butter. “It wasn’t clumsy at all,” she replied thoughtfully. “Some may even say you quite literally swept me off of my feet.” <br><br>Chewing on her lower lip after addressing what she had considered to be the pink elephant between them - that being the fact that she didn’t hug him, but proceeded to hug everyone else along the way - Juliet was relieved to find that he held no ill will toward her for it. When Tanner carried on with their conversation, Juliet had already turned to take another bite of sushi. He mentioned being anxious to mention something, which caused her brow to perk in wonder, as she worked to swallow down the bite. <br><br>He revealed that his clumsiness may have been due to not having seen her for the past decade. Juliet was about to shrug it off, but then he went on to express that, back then, he had a huge crush on her. She was frozen in place, though a smile stretched across her lips as her sparkling eyes searched his. He proceeded to confess that past tense may have not been accurate. “Is that so?” Juliet was flustered and flattered all at once, the blush on her cheeks taking on brilliant hues. “I thought crushes were sort of reserved for the unattainable,” she sheepishly replied, more than implying that now, Tanner certainly could obtain Juliet. If he was after her, of course.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangeflower</strong> on <strong>01-02-2018, 00:51:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C6E65K8UoAEtAgc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katie Reynolds (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847310#msg13847310)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Knee length dress, showing almost an outrageous amount of cleavage, 4 inch spike leather boots. (https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C6E65K8UoAEtAgc.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom, the bar<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Xander, Ruben, Autumn, Ashleigh, and everyone at table #2, Sort of Open! <br><hr><br>Katie couldn't help giggling at Ashleigh's mistakes. That girl really never saw any of the cute guys in their class back then? But why would she ever. Thinking back, Ashleigh had been all over the girls - in a serious way. She remembered more scenes where Ashleigh had her tongue down the throat and her hands in the panties of some hapless girl. The two of them could have been the perfect friends, Katie.. or rather Henry back then was only into guys and Ashleigh was only into girls. There would never have been anything sexual tension between them and they'd never compete for the same people. But there was one problem, when Ashleigh started messing around with some of Katie's friends it put a serious strain on their friendship. <br><br>But Katie was happy to meet Ashleigh again. It was as if the years and the problems had been washed away. She couldn't help rolling her eyes at how oblivious Ashleigh still was to the guys. Though Katie wondered if with what her own body looked like now, if Ashleigh would find her sexually attractive. Vanity demanded that she hoped it - Katie loved that people found her sexually attractive. But once some part of her hoped that Ashleigh didn't .... <br><br>She sat down and smiled at Ashleigh, "No you dumb blonde." She said in a loving tone, "Ruben. Don't you remember Ruben? He was the gay guy in the school play. He was in our class. " And whispering to Ashleigh she added, "The one I was all messed up over in our junior year. I so wanted him to notice me, but never dared approaching him." Her voice returning to normal she continued, "And he's not my husband. Though he wouldn't be able to run around my bed many times I think I'm just one of the girls to him now."<br><br>She then looked at Xander, "And that.... that's Xander. He was in our class as well." She then looked surprised at Ashleigh, "But who the fuck is Scott and what the fuck have you done?" She asked, surprised but not condescending.&nbsp; <br><br>Then Katie looked at Ashleigh. The woman was clearly uncomfortable about something and the way she squeezed Katie's hand made it even more obvious. She scolded herself for not holding her tongue just seconds ago. Squeezing Ashleigh's hand back she looked at her friend. "I'm sorry. I didn't.... You don't have to answer that. Just.. tell me later if you want to."<br><br>It was about at that moment that Katie noticed Autumn. Now there was someone that Katie barely remembered. And had it not been for that time when she walked in on Ashleigh and Autumn together she most likely would have forgotten the strange girl. She had never told Ashleigh about that moment at the party, but that night Henry had seen far more naked girl flesh than he cared to. Of course that was a phase that Katie had long since gotten through. <br><br>The fact that Autumn had seated herself next to Ashleigh must have meant that she wasn't as adversely affected by Ashleigh as some of the other girls, at least according to the rumors back in school.<br><br>The table was filling quickly and Xander raised his glass and made a very odd toast. "What?" She asked looking puzzled. She had no knowledge of some thirty year old Mel Brooks movie. But never the less she raised her glass. "Well. It's nice to see you all again." She admitted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wandering Mind</strong> on <strong>01-02-2018, 22:17:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/44/8b/89/448b894ea5c9f7aabd1b839fc1e7819b.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jon Arc (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13850034#msg13850034)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Traveler's suit as pictured (http://CLOTHING URL)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Buffet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Danny, Open<hr><br>Jon washed his hands and splashed his face with some water.&nbsp; Feeling refreshed, he grabbed a paper towel from the automated dispenser and wiped his hands and face.&nbsp; He pushed open the door with his elbow as he threw away the wet paper into a trash bin.&nbsp; Jon looked over at one of the tables and noticed Autumn.&nbsp; He gave a goofy grin before walking off to another table since that one was full. <br>&nbsp;<br>“Where did I leave that plate?” He muttered to himself unaware that the staff had already cleared it for him.&nbsp; After a minute of fruitless searching, he gave up.<br>&nbsp;<br>He grabbed a new plate and started piling on the plate before looking for an empty table and putting the plate down.&nbsp; Rather than filling his stomach, he went and grabbed a second plate and filled it with foods he wasn't able to pack in the first plate.&nbsp; Noticing his best friend, he walked over and gave him a fist bump.<br><br>"Yo Danny!&nbsp; What's up?&nbsp; This is one weird run down memory lane.&nbsp; You run into anybody?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Szandor</strong> on <strong>02-02-2018, 05:01:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/0c/0e/38/0c0e385f5fee5d16727ce84dde9adeaf--zachary-quinto-pies.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ruben McKenzie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13861538#msg13861538)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Outfit (https://media.gq.com/photos/570d7849c256dbf232d2e93a/master/w_1483/wtwt-gq-april-6.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom: Seated at Table<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Xander, Evion, Ashleigh, Katie - <strong>Open!</strong><br><hr><br>Ruben laughed out loud when Ashleigh - of whom he had to think about before he remembered that she had been something of a bully to particular students in High School - insinuated that him and Katie were married. "Oh hun!" He said, then put his arm around Katie's shoulder. "If I ever marry a woman, even one as beautiful as this one, then please exorcise me." He looked to Katie as she explained who Ruben really was, then chuckled and nodded happily. "Correction; I was in every school play put on from my Freshman year onward except one, where I had Pneumonia when they were accepting auditions."<br><br>He smirked to Ashleigh, then looked back to Evion and smirked. "You, my mint haired friend, are the most forgetful person here." He teased playfully, then put both hands together underneath his chin to frame his face as he spoke. "You don't remember me? Ruben McKenzie, I was on your radio show a few months ago... probably more than a few now. We dated back in High School for a few months." He reminded Evion, then grinned and shrugged his shoulders. "I guess I just have one of those faces, huh? A man who can slip into a crowd and never be noticed."<br><br>Of course Ruben was joking. he knew that his extroverted nature set him apart from most people. This was the main reason why he had been singled out in theater castings; he was noticeable. People noticed his loud, feminine was of moving and describing things, and people noticed when he changed as he got into character. In any case, he was more than okay when Evion didn't remember him. In fact, the entire reason he had come here was not to be reognised after all.<br><br>Ruben took a sip of his wine, and glanced around the table. McKenzie had figured out a target of his affections for the night. Xander. He wouldn't relentlessly flirt with the guy - because who in this world wants to be harassed? - but when Xander sat down and made a toast Ruben giggled and decided that perhaps a few comments to test the water wouldn't hurt anyone. Right? And in worst case scenario is Xander didn't appreciate the advances, Ruben could simply apologize and offer to buy him a drink to make up for it. No big deal.<br><br><em>"Hey you guys, at last we meet for the first time for the last time,"</em><br><br>Ruben smiled wide, and tilted his head to one side. "I assume that's a quote from something you like. Do tell, what's the quote from?" The man asked, head resting on one hand while the other idly swished the wine around in his glass.&nbsp; He licked his bottom lip, and bit the corner of it as he waited for an answer.&nbsp; Ruben remembered hearing from the gossip-y girls in his friend-group that Xander might have been gay. One should never assume though, and so Ruben would go in as subtly as his outgoing and loud personality would allow him to,
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chasseybaby</strong> on <strong>02-02-2018, 05:09:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/lwTw3jW.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Baylee Rocywood (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13846596#msg13846596)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;A flowing black thin strapped dress, a pair of sandals heels and a large black handbag (https://i.imgur.com/KVBOPQX.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> At the buffet table <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Phi | Open<br><hr><br><em>Bay wasnt a fool to know Phi was checking out her lacy bra when they were studying. Though he didn't hide it very well. She caught him starting and started to laugh. <strong>"What? Ya make look like ya never seen boobs before, Phi."</strong> She dropped her pen and started to unbutton her top slowly. Her skin as tingling and she could feel her heart racing in her chest. The thrill of stripping for him and the chance they could get caught hiked her up. She shimmied out of her top and tossed it to the floor. She moved to sit on the table in front of him and raised an eyebrow. <strong>"Well?"</strong> When he didnt make a move she rolled her eyes and took his hands till they hovered over her chest. <strong>"Day dont bite, though day do like dat kinda attention..."</strong> She winked. </em><br><br>Bay cleared her throat and took a drink remembering how forward she had been with Phi years ago. She could feel the heat of her embarrassment creeping along her face. She gave a smile and nodded, <strong>"Wow writer... I could see that coming for you. You were always Mrs. Carter's favorite."</strong> She bit her lip to stop herself from lashing out at him. She a regret? For what not fucking her? For telling the whole school, she was a slut? That she put out for anyone? Bay looked down at her folded hands and tried to maintain a cool exterior to the hurt she was reliving from ten years ago. She wanted to tell him what happened but wanted to wait and see if he had truly changed. <strong>"It was a long time ago Phi, who know why we did what we did ten years ago."</strong> She turned in her seat and realized that dinner was being served.&nbsp; She raised her glass to Juliet and set it down seeing that it was already empty. 'Damn...' Phi had asked her how she was doing and nodded, <strong>"Good, really good. I ah moved back home to Nashville with my Uncle. We started uh music business, producing. Country mostly. I work part-time at a bar, Tooties. Its were I find most of the talent we pull in. But other den dat its been good."</strong> She didnt mention her father not wanting to sour the mood between them. But she could hide the pain of losing him from her eyes. She waved a waiter down and asked for a new drink and smiled a thank you. Turning back to Phi she brightened up, <strong>"But writing must be far more exciting then slinging beers all day. What have you written? Anything romantic and smutty? I could use a good book on the flight home"</strong> She asked memorizing the titles for later to pick up and see what stories Phi Deckland had etched in his head. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Szandor</strong> on <strong>02-02-2018, 05:31:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/bc/26/de/bc26deca6a1fb6a93eadb16180f0898f--chris-pine-chris-delia.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tanner McCloud (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847272#msg13847272)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Outfit (https://www.thefashionisto.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/Esquire_UK_May_2013_Page_088.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom: Seated at Table<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Juliet - <strong>Open!</strong><br><hr><hr><br>Tanner chuckled when Juliet mentioned him sweeping her off of her feet. Well... it hadn't been intentional. It would be a lie if Tanner said he never thought of doing some romantic gesture like that with her though, especially in High School. But that felt like it was an entire Age ago, like empires had fallen since he had graduated High School and become less of a wimpy nerd. Now he wore clothes that made him look good, instead of hiding him, and despite still having asthma he was not the nerd he once was. True, he did still play the odd video game or two, but he liked to think of himself as more of a suave man now.<br><br>Tanner took the slight pause in the conversation as a moment to eat some more oft he food on his plate. He had come here after a shift at his Cafe, so he was hungry not because he was doing strenuous work, but because he had been around delicious pastries and coffee grounds all day but not been able to take any of them. It was like torture. Scrumptious, delicious torture. Tanner looked up to Juliet when she spoke again though, and smiled when their eyes caught each other and she spoke of his crush on her in High School - and his remaining feelings even now. <br><br>With a nervous chuckle, Tanner reached behind his neck and rubbed there. It was a classic sign that he had to think of what to say before he said it. His brain was in something of a reboot. She had just insinuated that... what <em>had</em> she insinuated? That Tanner had a chance with her? The man smiled, and decided making her laugh would be the best choice of things to say in this situation. Who wouldn't want to see someone as charming and graceful as Juliet laugh? Tanner wanted front row seats to that show. "Unattainable was exactly what you were in High School. You had friends, and you were gorgeous, and you were nice. Yknow what I did every time someone in my friend group mentioned you, or if you walked past us?" Tanner smirked. "I'd go bright red, and I'd put my hand on my inhaler, and tell Evion or Xander that I <em>had</em> to talk to you. But every time I did I ended up looking like I was doing an impression of a fish out of water."<br><br>Tanner chuckled, then shook his head. "But... I like how we've both changed." He nodded to himself, and put his fork down as he began to talk a little more seriously. "I uh... I think we've both been through some post-High School stuff that makes it easier to talk to each other." he said. "And... I think if I had to choose someone in this room and only talk to them for the rest of the night, it'd be you. Without a doubt."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>02-02-2018, 15:21:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/0d/bf/43/0dbf43b373a342d626d1bd4089266698--marlon-teixeira-candies.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> "Danny" Dannings (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13854701#msg13854701)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as pictured with dark brown dress shoes<br><strong>Location:</strong> Heading into Hilton Hotel Ballroom (Buffet -&gt; ?) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jon, Open<br><br><hr><br>Just as Danny was making his way back over toward the tables, he paused mid-stride to search for Sierra. His tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth as he only then realized that she’d be hard to pick out from a crowd, what with her being so petite. His lids narrowed as his head turned and he continued to scan the overcrowded room. <br><br><em>‘Should have put a bell on her or something,’</em> he jokingly thought to himself, which caused him to grin and then chuckle. There was an image many might remember from high school - Danny, just chuckling to himself. It was like that every day, a decade ago. Now, when he chuckled to himself, it wasn’t because he was stoned. Though that may have been harder for his classmates to believe.<br><br>Then, the flock of waiters started to file in, collecting appetizers and replacing them with dinner courses. Danny cocked his head as he considered trying to carry a second plate back to the table - whichever one Sierra was seated at. From out of nowhere, Jon sprang into his view, approaching him with a fist out. “Hey, man!” Danny enthusiastically offered, extending his arm to bump fists with his old friend.<br><br>“Yeah, it’s fucking weird, isn’t it?” Danny glanced around momentarily, wondering if there was anyone else here to recognize or talk to. “I haven’t really had time to look around. But I ran into Sierra outside. You remember Sierra Lonnegan?” He surprised even himself that he could still recall her last name. <br><br>“She looks just as cute.” He murmured, a little quietly. “What about you? Who have you run into?” His brows furrowed as he then interjected, wanting to suggest something before he forgot to. “Oh, are you sitting anywhere yet? You can come sit with us if you want.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>03-02-2018, 00:07:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/13/2a/4c/132a4c20df60f8421cea6e7640be0e74.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sierra Lonnegan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13854605#msg13854605)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom -&gt; Table 3 -&gt; Buffet -&gt; Outside<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Danny, Jon, Open<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Ashleigh<br><br><hr><br>Danny seemed happy of the result, after Sierra had applied his name tag on his shirt for him, or maybe he was just always this jovial, she couldn't tell. Either way, he amusingly gave her a thumbs up as 'reward' which made Sierra laugh. He claimed it was no trouble for him to get her something to eat or drink, informing her he was going to get himself something to drink, joking he was thinking of sprite or champagne as they were obviously similar. She chuckled, nodding with her head. <br><br>"Of course," she said, smiling playfully. "One's a bit more expensive though for some reason..."<br><br>He then reiterated that it wasn't a problem at all for him to get her something, that he wasn't paying for any of it. <br><br>"You think it's an open bar?" Sierra asked, surprised by Juliet's generosity and means if it was the case. <br><br>He gestured over at the bar and told her he'd get some food and waters for them, suggesting that in the meantime she get them seats at a table. Before she could say anything, he was gone. Sierra bit her lower lip, not used to being around someone like Danny, but thought his spontaneity and <em>joie de vivre</em> was contagious. <br><br>She went on with Danny's suggestion, or command, and attempted to find a table that wasn't occupied by large groups of friends already. She reached the a table that only had two guests seated, thinking that was a good way for Danny to spot her. She politely smiled at them, before sitting down and admiring the quality of the cutlery and high end plates. She wouldn't want to drop and break one of those, that's for sure. Looking around timidly, she noticed Ashleigh on the table next to hers, and quickly avoided eye contact, her heart suddenly beating fast. <em>Why is she here?</em> she wondered anxiously, knowing fully well she had as much reason to be here as Sierra herself. Her hands were shaking, while her body was slightly trembling. She could feel drops of sweat threatening to fall on her forehead and under her arms, while she suddenly started to breath more heavily. <em>I have to leave,</em> she realized, glancing one more time at Ashleigh, before standing up and moving quickly towards the ballroom's exit. Passing in front of the buffet, she noticed Danny who was talking with a familiar face, but she had no time to recognize Jon. She stopped in front of Danny, looked at him with imploring eyes, her throat suddenly dry and words unable to escape her slightly opened mouth. She glanced back towards the table where she had seen Ashleigh with a distressed expression, before jogging away outside the ballroom. She only stopped when she was outside, feeling the fresh air, seeing the reddened sky, the sun ready to set. Taking more deep breaths, she tried to calm herself down. She hadn't had a panic attack like that since college. Putting a hand on her belly, she gulped loudly, looking at the traffic on the boulevard trying to distract her mind away from the bad memories. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>03-02-2018, 01:09:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/sMfQPm0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Xander Madar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847336#msg13847336)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured + black converses.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom | Tables<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ruben, Katie, Ashleigh, Evion, Open<br><br><hr><br>People didn't seem to get his movie reference, which didn't bother Xander much since people rarely did. Ruben was the only one who didn't and seemed somewhat interested. <em>Good man,</em> Xander thought, thankful. <br><br><em>I assume that's a quote from something you like. Do tell, what's the quote from?</em><br><br>Xander had a quick chuckle, glancing at the dark-haired man. <br><br>"Spaceballs," he informed Ruben, shrugging. "I mean, it's a terrible movie, and it was meant to be terrible, but it has some quotable lines."<br><br>Ashleigh suddenly noticed him and looked at him as if he was some kind of monster or at least so it seemed, as she was shocked. She suddenly let out a 'oh my god' and put a hand on his left hand, like he had just lost someone in his family and she was being compassionate. He stared down at her hand touching his, wondering what was up with people touching other people so casually, remembering how Juliet had hugged him earlier. <em>Pfft, humans,</em> he thought, listening to her nonsense. She apologized nervously, for what, Xander had no idea. She then talked about some woman in confusion, mentioning she heard 'she was back on solid foods', prompting Xander to squint his eyes in suspicion as he looked back up at her. <em>What the fuck?</em> She then withdrew her hand and glanced down, after telling him they could talk later, calling him Scott. He remembered a Scott, vaguely; he could see the resemblance, if your vision was blurry enough. <br><br>Katie intervened to correct her friend, revealing his name was actually Xander and he was in their class, before asking about Scott and what Ashleigh had done to him and whoever she was referring to earlier. Xander's eyes got distracted by a silhouette moving in his peripheral vision, before moving behind his back. The silhouette he immediately recognized as Autumn arrived without any ceremony, sitting down between him and Ashleigh. She took the nearest drink on the table without caring who it belonged to, almost drinking it all in one sip, making sure to show everyone how refreshing it was. Xander then noticed a blonde woman walking in a hurry behind Ashleigh, his eyes following her for a moment, before laying back down on Autumn. <br><br>"Yo," he greeted her, taking a sip of his drink. He would need an other one soon enough. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>03-02-2018, 04:06:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.u2mtv.com/files/actor/9/7/97f4b8ceb7d493913b51f5c63b8d03e9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Juliet Rhodes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847695#msg13847695)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Navy mini-dress and taupe, strappy heels (http://www3.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Viacom+TCA+Summer+2016+azEUeWS62uXx.jpg) (wearing name tag)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom -&gt; Table<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tanner, Open!<br><br><hr><br>Intentional or not, Juliet had certainly not begun her day thinking that Tanner would be the one to sweep her off of her feet - literally, or figuratively, for that matter. Who he was in high school was a far cry from who he had become, at least as far as appearances went. It just cemented the idea that a lot could, and often did, change in ten years. <br><br>She briefly thought back to their sporadic and seldom interactions during high school, how whenever he approached her, it was with wide eyes and a red face, his speech often altered and his breaths always wheezy. As she smiled at the memories, Juliet paused to take another bite of food, then swallowed it down with her half empty Shirley Temple. <br><br>The apples of her cheeks were rosy, she could tell because they had started to burn ever so slightly. A tilt of her head gifted her with a look from Tanner, causing their gazes to align just before he shared his thoughts on the matter and responded to the hint that she had dropped. What he said, however, was not exactly what she had been anticipating.<br><br>Tanner informed Juliet that she was the definition of unattainable back then. Her teeth sank against her lower lip as she felt her head drop slightly, her gaze drifting away in flitting embarrassment. He went on to express what it was like for him whenever they passed each other in the halls, how he convinced his friends that he would speak to her. <br><br>Juliet’s emeralds linked with Tanner’s sapphires again a moment later, a nearly apologetic look on her features. “You know, I recall hearing a rumor that you had a crush on me. But, I just thought you needed help getting to the nurse’s office.” She released a chuckle, one that seemed self deprecating. “I’m sorry for not paying closer attention.” <br><br>She supposed he was right, just the same. To someone like him - in high school - maybe she was unattainable. However, to someone like him - now - well, that was a different story. <br><br>“Me too,” she concurred with a gentle nod of her head, after he mentioned that he liked how much they had changed since then. He remarked that they had both been through a great deal, and who hadn’t after ten years? But, perhaps all of that helped to lead them to the here and now. “A lot happens in a decade,” she breezily replied. <br><br>Yet, their conversation seemed to shift gears when Tanner concluded his statement by admitting that he wouldn’t mind only speaking to her for the rest of the night. Juliet’s grin widened as her cheeks flushed another degree brighter. She giggled out a melodic tone, clearly flattered by the compliment. <br><br>“Well, then I guess we’d better get to work on that conversation. I would hate to bore you, after all.” Something about her voice seemed to tease, ever so slightly, as she reached out for the centerpiece at their table. It was a transparent vase, which held several small notes inside of it, all folded up on pieces of purple and gold stationary paper.<br><br>“Icebreakers,” she informed him, before seizing one slip of paper between two digits, tugging it out gingerly, and leaning back in her seat to unfold it secretly. “Ooh, this is a good one.” She twisted slightly in her seat, so that she faced him a little better. “If you could have any three wishes granted, what would they be? And just for the sake of a more interesting answer, let’s say you can’t wish for more wishes or eternal life.” <br><br>Setting the slip of paper down beside him so that he could read it for himself if he wanted to, she folded her hands within her lap and sat back, intently watching him as he thought about his answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wandering Mind</strong> on <strong>03-02-2018, 04:38:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/44/8b/89/448b894ea5c9f7aabd1b839fc1e7819b.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jon Arc (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13850034#msg13850034)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Traveler's suit as pictured (http://CLOTHING URL)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Buffet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Danny, Sierra, Open<hr><br>“Yeah.&nbsp; I saw Kacie,” He scratched his head as he looked around, “You’re never gonna believe how different she is.&nbsp; Where did she go?&nbsp; Well anyway, if you see her, you can feel free to tell her about the old crush I had on her.&nbsp; I won’t even burn your stash,” He laughed, “Yeah, I’ll joined you two.&nbsp; Now Sierra, that’s a name I haven’t hear in awhile.&nbsp; Cute, huh?”<br><br>He pondered on Sierra as he packed on additional food onto his plate.&nbsp; It had been awhile since he thought about her.&nbsp; When the person in question ran past Jon, he didn’t notice since he was distracted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>03-02-2018, 04:56:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/0d/bf/43/0dbf43b373a342d626d1bd4089266698--marlon-teixeira-candies.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> "Danny" Dannings (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13854701#msg13854701)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as pictured with dark brown dress shoes<br><strong>Location:</strong> Heading into Hilton Hotel Ballroom (Buffet -&gt; Outside) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jon, Sierra, Open<br><br><hr><br>Danny followed Jon to the buffet, picking up a few new food items to pile onto the plate he intended on sharing with Sierra. If she wanted some, that was. He set the two water bottles down after the plate landed on the counter a little clumsily, then had to wonder how he was able to hold all that much at one time. With a simple shrug, he turned back to Jon, smirking as he mentioned his old crush - Kacie. <br><br>“Why am I not surprised,” he said in a knowing tone of voice. “You would bump into her first,” he chuckled raspily. <br><br>“Yeah? I can tell her all about the dreams you had of her? You sure you really want me to do that, buddy?” Danny grinned even wider, probably making Jon wonder if he really recalled any specific, humiliating memories from way back then. Spoiler alert: He didn’t. But, it was hard to tell when he was bluffing, because he always looked so mellow. And no, it wasn’t from being high as a kite. At least, not anymore.<br><br>“What stash?” Danny questioned with a perk of his brow, only connecting the dots a minute too late. <br><br>Just then, Sierra came into sight. Jon was talking about her while Danny happened to notice her walking over. “Yeah, speaking of-” he started, but noticed that she didn’t look quite right. She was pale and out of breath. Where was she going? “Uh, I have to…” he mumbled, then grabbed the two water bottles from the counter and tapped Jon’s shoulder as he left. “I’ll be back - save us some seats!” He called out, then hurried to the front doors and outside. <br><br>He only stopped when he got outside to whip his head left and right in search of Sierra. Thankfully here, with almost no one else around, she was easy to spot. “Hey,” Danny approached her slowly and carefully, not wanting to spook her. As such, his voice was velvety and smooth - soft and calm. “What’s going on? Did something happen?” Unsure if he should give her space to calm her breaths or if she needed a hand for support, Danny stood by her side, his head bent to the side to try and get a decent look at her. <br><br>“Just breathe, okay? In, and out.” He instructed, his voice dropping to that of a whisper. “I’m right here. And if you’d rather be alone, I can go. But for now, just breathe. In, and out.” Danny lowered the water bottles onto a nearby bench, then joined Sierra’s side again, gently bringing a hand toward her back and letting it hover just above her for a moment, before ever so lightly, pressing his hand against her back. Silently, waiting for her breaths to regulate, his hand slid along her back, upward, then downward, in small motions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>03-02-2018, 06:59:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/TkNo2mb.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ashleigh Slater (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13854315#msg13854315)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> (as pictured)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Table<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Autumn, Katie, Ruben, "Scott" (Xander), open to anyone else at the table, mentioning Sierra<br><br><hr><br>As Ashleigh listened with a pleasant enough, although rather forced, smile as those around her spoke she felt her phone buzz in her purse. She opened it up and saw the hotel's app was saying the service needed access to her room. She shrugged, nice of them to ask she supposed, quickly swiped to give them permission, and dropped her phone back down in her purse just in time to look up and see Sierra dashing off.<br><br>"Fuck." She muttered. It was going to be awfully hard if everyone kept running away from her to apologize to them! First Tabitha, then Chrissa, now Sierra! Well damn. At least she'd apologized to Autumn...who hadn't really accepted it or even acknowledged that it was needed. Well, what a disaster this was turning out to be. Good thing she was already tipsy or she might be upset. <br><br>Speaking of the devil, she couldn't help but grin as the girl slid down into the seat next to her. "Hey!" She said, happily, forcing Autumn into a hug. "You all remember my sexbot Autumn, right?" She said to the table happily, pulling Autumn in close just because she knew how much it annoyed her. She laughed and let her go, all in a way that they could have just been good friends teasing each other...but probably were more.<br><br>She listened as Ruben explained her was a student, and then got an attitude with her about being in a school play. Ashleigh couldn't help but chuckle nervously and glance away at the awkwardness of someone bragging about being in a school play ten years ago. She gave Autumn a sympathetic look. The girl's attitude towards her fellow students, hell human beings in general, was starting to make a lot of sense to her. <br><br>"Sorry Ruben. I'm sure they were...fun?" She said simply in response to the boy, forcing her smile back on her face. He was Katie's friend. She was going to be polite if it killed her.<br><br>She laughed more easily at Katie's comments. "Oh fuck!" She slumped her shoulders a little and glanced at 'Scott' realizing he had made no effort to correct her. "Well nice to meet you, <em>Xander</em>" she said with a mock-menacing glare shaking her head with a smile as she looked back at Katie. "You know junior year was when you stopped talking to me you impossibly sexy minx." She laughed, reaching over and pulling a stray strand of hair off of the girl's shoulders just because she could. "And uh." She blushed a bit and glanced about nervously. "Let's uh, oh hey a toast!" Saved by the bell she didn't have to answer the question about Sarah. Poor Sarah. It was really her fault though if she hadn't - oh hey a toast!<br><br>Ashleigh raised her glass, picking up empty air before she sighed and snatched her glass back from Autumn to raise - and joined the toast, happily finishing what little remained of her drink and flagging down a passing waiter for a few more for her and her new and old and changed friends!<br><br>As the toast went on she leaned into Autumn and whispered to her quickly, explaining the situation with Henry becoming Katie, and sharing a few profound insights into how impossibly hot she was now, as if Autumn couldn't glance over and see it herself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangeflower</strong> on <strong>03-02-2018, 16:23:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://skats.us/wp-content/uploads/2018/01/hair-style-ruby-rose-long-with-hairruby-remarkable-image-inspirations.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Natalie Osmond (http://URL TO CS)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Leather jacket, loose white t-shirt, tight leather pants and five inch spike heels. (http://www.cosas.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/23.jpg) (wearing name tag)<br><strong>Location:</strong> the bar -&gt; Table #3 -&gt; outside<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nate, Sierra,&nbsp; <strong>OPEN!<br></strong><br><hr><br>It appeared that Nate was more interested in the leaving blonde than in Natalie. She shrugged, <em>that was his loss</em>, she thought to herself. Then she turned towards the tables. She wondered what table to sit at. But when she saw Sierra she made up her mind. She'd want to sit with her and maybe rekindle their relationship. <br><br>Natalie headed towards the table where Sierra was seating herself. She tried to catch the eyes of the other woman but it seemed like Sierra had seen someone. Natalie had no way of knowing who Sierra was looking at, but it seemed like she got awfully scared or something. At least she got up with a look of a hunted animal and walked away quickly. The blonde seemed to stop to say something to a guy, before heading outside. <br><br><em>Oh no young lady. I won't let you get away. </em>She thought to herself. She'd want to talk with Sierra before she'd let the woman leave this party. So she emptied her whiskey and put it down at the table where Sierra had sat just minutes ago and then she headed outside to see if she could help the visibly distressed woman. <br><br>Once outside she looked around to finally locate Sierra. She walked over to the woman, knowing fully that she looked nothing like she had done ten years ago when they saw each other last. She remembered telling Sierra that her parents was planing the wedding and fighting to keep the tears at bay. She hadn't told anyone else how her parents controlled her life, but it had been good to have at least a little place for an outlet. <br><br>Natalie walked over to Sierra and put a hand on the woman's shoulder. Sierra looked unwell but she hoped some comfort was what she needed. "Hey there girl. I hope you weren't running from me." She said joking, "I don't know if you remember me. But I'm Natalie. Natalie Osmond. You were like the only one I ever spoke to back in high school." She said and looked closer at Sierra, noticing that the other woman looked ill, "Are you alright girl?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>04-02-2018, 22:13:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/78/e8/1c/78e81c239dea1f3c6ffbfdb6187d4872.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Autumn Lanche (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13846241#msg13846241)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (https://i.imgur.com/PM9GIZX.jpg) (not wearing name tag)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom | Table<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ashleigh, and the others at the table... mostly (Open)<br><br><hr><br>Autumn gave a powerful side eye to Ashleigh as she drew attention to her, after slipping into the empty seat beside her. “Greetings,” she droned out in a monotonous, alien voice, about to mention something about coming in peace before Ashleigh pulled her in for a hug against her will. <br><br>“Uugh, ew,” her cheek pressed against Ashleigh’s by sheer force of the stronger girl’s arm. She was introduced as Ashleigh’s sexbot, which made her suddenly want to shift into her best impression of one for the rest of the night. With her body still forcefully pressed against Ashleigh’s, Autumn raised a hand to pry herself away, her hand grasping a handful of Ashleigh’s boob before she pulled free. <br><br>Some other chatter was going on, chatter that Autumn wasn’t paying attention to because she wasn’t a part of it. At least, she would remain out of it, until there was a perfect moment to interject with something delightfully weird. Ashleigh finished some conversation from before Autumn had arrived, and a guy who she thought had just made a toast, was looking at her. <br><br>Autumn, surprisingly, and not Ashleigh. <br><br>“Yo, yo.” She responded, as Katie - from back at the bar - filled Ashleigh in on the fact that his name was Xander, not Scott. Or whoever she had mistaken him for. “How rude of you,” she scoffed at her friend beside her, eyeing her with wide eyes as she took back her drink. “The rudeness knows no bounds.” She spoke in mock horror. <br><br>A waiter came by shortly thereafter, bending down to ask Autumn if she wanted anything to drink. “Um, yeah can I have some Virgin Blood, please?” Her face remained perfectly straight as she ordered it, but the man gaping at her blinked several dozen times. “Uh, do you mean… A Bloody Mary?” He asked innocently, to which Autumn waved a hand with an unimpressed sigh. “Yeah, whatever.” <br><br>Ashleigh leaned closer yet again, but this time Autumn was suspicious, and immediately leaned in the other direction to avoid her. But, when it seemed safe enough, she neared her to hear the whisper about Henry becoming Katie, then glanced at the object of the whisper afterward. “Wow,” she spoke with zero inflection. “I’d have never guessed. Not that I really remember what Henry looked like.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZionVI</strong> on <strong>05-02-2018, 10:48:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/2920a153723ecb0839325321967508c3/tumblr_oplvw8Nk7Y1w6bn9yo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Evion Raymond (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847475#msg13847475)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White suit as pictured (https://78.media.tumblr.com/2920a153723ecb0839325321967508c3/tumblr_oplvw8Nk7Y1w6bn9yo1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Xander, Ruben, Open<br><hr><br>Evion takes a sip of his drink. Bland. Pitifully so. Unmistakably H20, good old tap variety. The table buzzes with conversation and people. Arriving, reuniting, meeting. Awkwardly from the tail ends he catches. Rubens exclamation still spins around in his head. Like a cinematic at the climax of a video game, memories slowly dust themselves off and align like floating puzzle pieces on a wall`s tapestry. At the corner of conscious thought is a niggling recollection of the interview, a full and proper two hours worth of interaction. In defence it was followed by quick and effective surrender to sleep. <br>Dreams can muddle you like god knows what. <br><br>Evion blushes and mutters something Rubens way before Ruben turns his attention to Xander, one of the few good friends Evion was lucky to have throughout the Dark Years. He too hoped to catch up later on. <br>He chuckles to himself, laughs away the embarrassment. Of course the man he forgot he invited on air was the one boyfriend he had in high school. Their fight, details remiss, was one for the history books. Whatever it was about? Evion`s sure it was juvenile and utterly unimportant. Neither seemed to remember anyways. The clarity that suddenly recalls that mix tape, sappy, angry, ansty and all forms of music in between, that Evion made and listened to for weeks afterwards is startling. Desire to bury it back heightens tenfold. <br>The first time he`s at a party and forgets someone he shouldn`t? No. <br>The most important? He`ll never admit to not recognising the director and head producer he worked with for a number of years, after not seeing each other for six months.<br>The last? Not a chance. <br><br>Meets a lot of people each day every day. He tells himself that. <br><br>“Bring someone tonight Xan?” He strikes up. “You-you`ve gone ghost on us. Social media too current for you? Not, not that I have, did check, I`ve checked. Much. Check much. I didn`t… Good to see you`re st-still alive.” He raises a glass for that. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PervCelebre</strong> on <strong>05-02-2018, 15:26:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/15/e1/12/15e11212fa555f1d50dfae30deab69ff--amazing-people-beautiful-people.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Phil Deckland (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847174#msg13847174)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tailored Hug Boss suit with a dark gray pinstripe, white shirt with Seville Row tie and black shiny shoes that dazzle. (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/55/08/1d/55081da1b1fae6eac63f56f77ee1e21b--beautiful-men-beautiful-people.jpg)<br><strong>Location:Ballroom, BEST TABLE </strong><br><strong>Tagging:Baylee, Kat, BEST TABLE </strong><br><hr> <br>Phil lit up when Baylee spoke of Nashville.<br><br>“I love Tooties! It’s a must-stop whenever I’m in town, especially since the Buckwild closed down. I’m sorry we missed each other, but who knows if you’d recognize me without the nametag. They have tons of independent bookstores so I end up doing signings and stuff when I’m in town. I need to talk to you about bartending sometime. I’ve tried to put a bartender in my new book, but she’s coming off as boring and flat.”<br><br>Baylee, Phil thought, was the exact opposite of that. Not boring. And certainly couldn’t be considered flat in any situation.<br><br>“And producing music! That’s fantastic. I know that getting studio and stage time is hard in a place as crowded as Nashville.”<br><br>The announcement came from Juliet that dinner was getting ready and Phil gave Bay the implicit offer of sitting together as they walked to Table #2. <br><br>“Writing isn’t that great. It’s a lot of time alone. With your thoughts. As far as romance and smut…” Phil looked up and sorted through a rolodex&nbsp; of books in his mind. “Hey! Yes. I just got a new copy to read in advance of what’s supposed to be the new Fifty Shades. I’ve got it in my bag upstairs. Hopefully, I can get it to you before I leave. You can read it for me and tell me what I should say to the publisher.”<br><br>Perusing the Table, he waved to Katie, still intrigued by her, wanting to talk to her more at some point. But, he was frighteningly aware of how little he knew about the other people he was about to dine with. He hoped that some of them would introduce themselves or that Bay could be a bit of an envoy for him. It was the overwhelmed feeling that had made him not want to come to the reunion at all: he didn’t know who he was to these people and that terrified him as he sat with his drink, next to the girl he used to ogle and tutor, surrounded by other people he didn’t entirely know.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Szandor</strong> on <strong>05-02-2018, 15:29:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/0c/0e/38/0c0e385f5fee5d16727ce84dde9adeaf--zachary-quinto-pies.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ruben McKenzie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13861538#msg13861538)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Outfit (https://media.gq.com/photos/570d7849c256dbf232d2e93a/master/w_1483/wtwt-gq-april-6.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom: Seated at Table<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Evion, Xander - <strong>Open!</strong><br><hr><br>Spaceballs. Ruben had never heard of it. But thank God Xander didn’t ask him if he knew about it, and moved on to someone else, because otherwise Ruben would have to admit to not having seen something. He hated having to do that, given the industry he was in. True, theatre and movies were very different, but somehow people still expected him to be a whizz at both. It was odd.<br><br>Ruben turned his attention back to Evion as the man spoke to Xander. Through the stuttering Evion asks Xander where the man has been, and at the toast Ruben hums his approval. “Hear, hear.” Ruben said in agreement, he lifted his wine glass as well, and smirks to Evion.<br><br>With a smirk that said Ruben had missed Evion, in the purely platonic sense, Ruben nudges the guy with his shoulder and gestures all around them. “Why didn’t you bring the man here?” He asked, referencing Evion’s boyfriend, whom they had briefly mentioned during the live radio show and after it, in more depth of course.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Szandor</strong> on <strong>05-02-2018, 15:44:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/bc/26/de/bc26deca6a1fb6a93eadb16180f0898f--chris-pine-chris-delia.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tanner McCloud (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847272#msg13847272)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Outfit (https://www.thefashionisto.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/Esquire_UK_May_2013_Page_088.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom: Seated at Table<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Juliet, Evion(mentioning) - <strong>Open!</strong><br><hr><hr><br>She recalled there being a rumor that Tanner had a crush on her. Ha. Tanner chuckled to himself, then shrugged his shoulders. High School was but a bad memory to him, it was nothing personal. The bullies had insecurities, and as much as he could have wished at the time that he could have blamed everyone else for his misfortunes; all that there was to blame for his ‘weak nerd’ status was his own self-esteem.<br><br>If he had of been just that little bit more confident, less coddled by his mother possibly, then he would have been fine. Bit he wasn’t and that was the end of it. No use crying over spilled milk, especially when something as insignificant as High School was brought up. So when Juliet apologised to Tanner the man waved a hand and smiled wide. <br><br>“Hey, none of that! I will not have any regrets at this table, and anything you thought about me was probably true at the time.” Tanner said, only half-way joking. He smirked to her confession that she too was glad that they had changed a little. He liked that they now agreed to much on so many things. They just seemed to click. Was it fate that brought them together like this and had Evion bump into Tanner so Tanner could dip Juliet like that? All that fate stuff was nonsense to Tanner, but the thought flitted across his mind like a moth past a light source.<br><br>Juliet mentioned icebreakers, and Tanner smirked as he waited for the question. Three wishes. Hm. That one was tough. Tanner thought on it for a moment or two, then grinned as he replied. “Well, I’m afraid my answer just might be a little too logical, since I’m a boring adult now.” He chuckled, then listed his three things. “I’d want a steady stream of loyal customers to my business, a beautiful wife - inside and out, and… hm. The third would have to be a good book collection. The types of books that make people want to touch the book, but only ever-so-slightly, those types of books that are rare but not in some crazy untranslated language or about something boring and classical.” He said, then shrugged. “Back at you, though! What three wishes would you have granted?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZionVI</strong> on <strong>05-02-2018, 16:48:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/2920a153723ecb0839325321967508c3/tumblr_oplvw8Nk7Y1w6bn9yo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Evion Raymond (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847475#msg13847475)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White suit as pictured (https://78.media.tumblr.com/2920a153723ecb0839325321967508c3/tumblr_oplvw8Nk7Y1w6bn9yo1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom: Best Table<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ruben, Open<br><hr><br>“That`s, you, Y`know how it is,”<br>Evion smirks and splays his hands palms up on the table. “I`m here,” He lifts one hand, “Career`s here.” The other closes. <br>“But the, uh, l-long distance thing? That. That works, very, pretty, it`s good.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “Schedules and that. Love the guy but hey. If I`m nocturnal, a-you know I am, he`s well… al-also know that. We`d see each other the same amoo-amount.”<br><br>Included in the package deal is free reign in what gifts are sent, postage service complying with reasonable rates, to Chester. Evion`s often made a joke of sending Chess his own dvds or cds over the holidays. <br>Of course Evion would love to see his boyfriend everyday. But the limited human contact, ability to stay inside and flexibility of contact during this day an age wins out. It`s mutual. <br><br>Evion jokingly nudges Ruben, “ `Sides, can`t have him seeing better options. Or worse,” he lowers his voice to a light hearted conspiratorial whisper, “Learn how much of a catch I used to be.”<br>Evion, star nerd and chairman of the gloomy, quiet, loser club. <br>By now Chester has most definitely heard the stories. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangeflower</strong> on <strong>05-02-2018, 17:11:58</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C6E65K8UoAEtAgc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katie Reynolds (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847310#msg13847310)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Knee length dress, showing almost an outrageous amount of cleavage, 4 inch spike leather boots. (https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C6E65K8UoAEtAgc.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom, the bar<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone at table #2, Sort of Open! <br><hr><br>Katie chuckled at Ashleigh's comment about her being a <em>sexy minx</em>. She didn't mind being called that one bit. But it was funny hearing it coming from Ashleigh's mouth. All through the years in high school the girl had never referred to her in any way remotely sexual. But Katie wasn't surprised. Ashleigh had never been one to hide what she felt about hot women. Katie wondered how much Ashleigh had found out. Did she know that Katie was pre op? Another smile came upon her lips as she realized that, that could be a fun conversation to start during dinner - but she wasn't Autumn after all...<br><br>However Katie didn't let the comment about her stopping talking to Ashleigh, get to her. Had it come a few years back she might have bitten back, but she had come to terms with the fact that they had grown apart in high school, Ashleigh absorbed in her sexual conquests and Katie too self loathing and confused to even recognize that the girl had been her friend. <br><br>When Autumn arrived Katie smiled at her. She nodded when Ashleigh asked if they remembered her <em>sex bot</em>. Katie was about to comment on that but decided not to be a bitch tonight. She really wanted to rekindle some friendships and connect to the life she had before. It wouldn't be the best thing to start by antagonizing one of the few people she had called friend back in high school. So she smiled at Autumn, "Good to see you Autumn. You look great tonight."<br><br>It did indeed seem like Ashleigh and Autumn the sex-bot had gotten reacquainted - or perhaps they had been seeing each other all along since high school. She didn't know but would have to ask Ashleigh later. <br><br>When Phil and Baylee arrived, Katie greeted them. She remembered meeting Phil earlier, but the woman by his side, she didn't recognize her. But from the way that Phil acted around her she assumed that the two of them had some kind of history. She raised her glass and smiled at Baylee, "Good to see you. I'm Katie." She said and then sat back a little to observe the gathered people at the table. <br><br>She most certainly didn't remember all of them. But most of the faces were somewhat familiar. She had kept herself in a rather tight group back in high school and it really wasn't surprising that she remembered so few. She actually enjoyed observing her former class mates, the way that Ruben almost too obvious started to roll out all of his charm to the two guys. And she loved seeing how Ashleigh was fighting herself to keep her hands off Autumn. And the strange girl.... whatever happened in her head was a mystery to Katie. Katie smiled to herself. It was rare for her to be at a social gathering where she wasn't the center of attraction, she decided that she'd enjoy it for now. But she couldn't help but wonder if someone would find out, or knew already. Who she was and what she did. Not that she would mind, the thing that she minded most was that she suspected that anyone that would recognize would be hesitant to say so in public. It was the 21st century, but still there were some jobs that were just barely socially acceptable and Katie knew that she was even less so that if she had just been an ordinary porn star... like Chrissa.<br><br>But regret wasn't something that Katie would dwell on. She loved her job and the fame, she loved how her body had turned out and she wasn't going to be ashamed of the way she lived her life. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>06-02-2018, 13:56:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.u2mtv.com/files/actor/9/7/97f4b8ceb7d493913b51f5c63b8d03e9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Juliet Rhodes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847695#msg13847695)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Navy mini-dress and taupe, strappy heels (http://www3.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Viacom+TCA+Summer+2016+azEUeWS62uXx.jpg) (wearing name tag)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom -&gt; Table<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tanner, Open!<br><br><hr><br>Before she was granted enough time to wallow in the memories of the past, Tanner corrected her, encouraging her that there should be no regrets at their table. That caused her to smile broadly, a sigh of alleviation flitting between her lips as she regarded him with dazzling eyes. Juliet was a big believer in fate; everything happened for a reason. So, needless to say, when he reiterated a similar belief, she couldn’t help but to feel as if it may have been a sign.<br><br>“You’re right, no regrets.” She concurred easily, nodding at him and chuckling when he mentioned that whatever she thought about him back then was probably actuality. Honestly, she couldn’t recall thinking anything negative about him, it was just that she had been too caught up in the world of high school, the social bubble she was fit into, to properly devote enough attention to him, beyond that of escorting him to the nurse’s office a couple of times.<br><br>Switching the conversation into one that promised more depth, Juliet guided his attention over to the vase filled with icebreaker questions and pulled one out, then addressed the question to him. She tilted her head to the side and watched him, perhaps without realizing it, as he thought of his answers to the three wishes question. <br><br>The confession that followed made her giggle. “Logical answers are completely acceptable. After all, we’re not kids anymore. I’d expect your answers to be different than they would have been in high school.” It wasn’t long before he came up with his reply, stating that he’d wish for success for his business, a beautiful wife and an avid book collection. After sharing, Tanner shrugged, which made her wonder if he was second guessing his decisions. <br><br>“I think those are all wonderful choices,” she acknowledged, unable to keep from grinning at the fact that her icebreaker question helped to reveal something fairly deep about Tanner, something she wanted to know but would have normally felt was too bold to ask; that being whether he wanted marriage or not. When it was her turn, she sucked on her lower lip for a moment, her sapphire gaze flicking away. “Well,” she sighed the word out.<br><br>“Hm. I think… I would want one wish to be for others. Maybe I’d wish to eradicate cancer, or to end world hunger.” She thought somberly about that, then deemed it too difficult to choose then and there between the two epidemics. “Then I would use the others for myself. I’d wish for a happy marriage to a husband who I would love and would love me back, until the end of our days.” Her cheeks started to flush at how sappy that sounded. “And, I’d also wish for a family. Maybe two kids; a boy and a girl. That sounds pretty perfect.”<br><br>They may have seemed like simple wishes, but then again, they were things that had been impossible for Juliet to attain during her lifetime. At least, thus far. After a second, her gaze found his again. “Looks like we have one wish in common,” she mentioned, as casually as she could, her smile wavering between playfulness and nervousness. Juliet suddenly felt parched, which was what prompted her to take another long sip of her nonalcoholic drink. After licking her lips, she gestured to the vase. “Well? Your turn!” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>08-02-2018, 14:17:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/13/2a/4c/132a4c20df60f8421cea6e7640be0e74.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sierra Lonnegan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13854605#msg13854605)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel - Outside<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Danny, Natalie, Open<br><br><hr><br>Danny suddenly appeared, approaching from the entrance, asking her what was going on and if something happened. He stood next to her, then advising her to breathe, telling her softly that he was there, but if she wanted him to leave, he would. He repeated she should breathe, before slowly putting a hand on her back and moving his palm over in order to reassure her. <br><br>"I- I just... I saw..." she started, hesitating with each breath. "I'm sorry."<br><br><em>I just need to think of other things,</em> Sierra thought, thankful that Danny had come outside. She felt pathetic and weak, knowing that he was seeing her like that. <em>Haven't I grown up from high school or college?</em> she wondered, now thoughts of Matthew's father emerging in her mind. Fortunately, the thoughts were gone quickly when someone else arrived next to her and Danny, a woman with short hair and tattoos she didn't recognize. Sierra glanced at Natalie as she put a hand on her shoulder, her eyes watery, while she breathed in and out as Danny had instructed. <br><br>She introduced herself after joking she hoped Sierra wasn't running away from her. <em>Natalie Osmond?</em> Sierra repeated in her mind, looking closely at the woman's face. Sierra suddenly straightened up and opened her mouth slightly as she started to recognize her friend back in high school, her eyebrows raised in surprise. She ignored her question of concern, and started breathing normally again, like her worries a minute ago had disappeared. <br><br>"Natalie?" she asked, taken aback, looking her up and down. "You've changed so much! Wow, I'm happy to see you," she added, throwing herself in the girl's arms and hugging her. <br><br>She then backed off and smiled hesitantly, before pointing towards Danny with an opened hand. <br><br>"This is Danny, you remember him?" she presented him, suddenly realizing she didn't know his family name. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>08-02-2018, 15:18:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/sMfQPm0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Xander Madar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847336#msg13847336)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured + black converses.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom | Tables<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ruben, Katie, Ashleigh, Evion, Autumn, Phil, Baylee, Open<br><br><hr><br>Ashleigh had a sudden change of heart on Xander when Katie correct her mistaken identity error, telling him it was nice to meet him with a weird mocking glare. <br><br>"Right," Xander said, smiling, unimpressed.<br><br>As Katie inquired on what had happened, Ashleigh looked nervous, but Xander's attention was on Evion, who asked him if he brought anyone tonight. <br><br>"Nah, she didn't want to come," he simply said, referring to his partner Fanny.&nbsp; <br><br>Evion then pointed out how Xander went missing after high school, adding he was glad he was still alive, raising a glass to toast. <br><br>Ashleigh welcomed the toast as it seemed to save her from having to explain herself, and the others all joined in. <br><br>"To Scott, wherever he is, and to all those who couldn't make it tonight or simply didn't want to come," Xander toasted, his glass raised, smirking at Ashleigh, before looking back at Evion. "And to us for being alive." <br><br>He then finished his whiskey sour and waved at the waiter who had just taken Autumn's bloody order to come over. <br><br>"Hey, hmm, can you get me a glass of some Chardonnay, preferably from Chile? Thanks," he said, before turning back his attention to the people around the table, noticing two new additions had been made. <br><br>Baylee Roycewood and Phil Deckland sat down at the table, with Phil waving at Katie. Xander didn't really know them well, but he inclined his head ever slightly to greet them with a forced smile. <br><br>He turned his attention again to Evion, making sure to answer him properly about his earlier comments about him going missing on them and staying out of social media. <br><br>"Didn't we all lose contact after high school?" he asked, with a light shrug, remembering how Evion and Tanner didn't seem to have recognize each other despite frequenting the same places. "And here we are catching up, so tell me, what have you been up to? You look like a celebrity, man."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangeflower</strong> on <strong>08-02-2018, 22:32:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://skats.us/wp-content/uploads/2018/01/hair-style-ruby-rose-long-with-hairruby-remarkable-image-inspirations.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Natalie Osmond (http://URL TO CS)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Leather jacket, loose white t-shirt, tight leather pants and five inch spike heels. (http://www.cosas.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/23.jpg) (wearing name tag)<br><strong>Location:</strong> outside<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Danny, Sierra,&nbsp; <strong>OPEN!<br></strong><br><hr><br>It was good to see someone was already taking care of Sierra. Was it a boyfriend or a husband perhaps? At least it wasn't someone that Natalie recognized right away. Likewise she wasn't really sure if Sierra would recognize her. But of course she expected at least her name to jog the woman's memory. <br><br>But she hadn't expected the wonderful hug she got from Sierra. She put her arms around the other woman and hugged her back. As they pulled away from each other she smiled at Sierra. "Thank you." Not indicating what she was thanking Sierra for - recognizing her, telling her she had changed or perhaps just for being happy to see her. More likely it was for all of those. "I'm so happy to see you as well. You look amazing tonight girl." She told her and then her attention was focused on the guy that had helped Sierra. <br><br>Natalie slowly shook her head, "Danny? No, sorry. It doesn't ring a bell." She shrugged, "But really. It wasn't like I was the most sociably type back in high school." She said with a grin. That might have been the understatement of the year but Natalie had not come to the reunion to wallow in bad memories. She was here to create new good memories of her high school and the people she had spend the years there with. She smiled at Danny, "Sorry I don't remember you. I'm Natalie." She said and offered her hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>09-02-2018, 14:33:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/0d/bf/43/0dbf43b373a342d626d1bd4089266698--marlon-teixeira-candies.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> "Danny" Dannings (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13854701#msg13854701)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as pictured with dark brown dress shoes<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel (Outside) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sierra, Natalie, Open<br><br><hr><br>Danny shook his head promptly after Sierra cut herself off from explanation and apologized. “No, no apologies.” He spoke gently, reassuringly. After a few breaths, Sierra seemed to calm down, but when another person encroached on the scene, Danny paused to swivel his head and regard the woman. Thankfully, she was someone who knew Sierra. Even better was the reaction she had caused after reminding Sierra of her name. <br><br>Withdrawing his hand, Danny took a small step backward to give the women some space as they embraced in a familiar way. Briefly, he overheard the exchange and caught that the two were friends in high school. When it seemed that Sierra’s spirits had been lifted, though he was not the cause, Danny smiled just the same. However, soon enough he became aware of how he had become the third wheel in the conversation - not that he really minded, but he also didn’t want to interrupt a trip down memory lane.<br><br>Sierra turned to gesture toward him, prompting the woman - Natalie - with his name to see if she’d remember him. He shook his head as well, chuckling faintly. “Dannings,” he filled in the brief pause that Sierra left for his last name. “Yeah, I was usually too high to pay much attention back then,” he spoke in an apologetic tone, taking the woman’s extended hand just the same, gently, but firmly at the same time. “Nice to see you though, Natalie.” <br><br>Once their hands parted, Danny glanced back to Sierra and then retreated to the bench, grabbing hold of the two water bottles he had carried outside with him. “Here,” he gave the first to Sierra, then offered the second to Natalie. “Would you care for some water?” If she didn’t take it, then Danny would just keep it for himself. Either way, he’d back away from them a moment later and retreat to the smoking section in the corner - beside the receptacle where his half-finished cigarette from earlier had been stowed away. <br><br>“Tell you what - why don’t I leave you two to catch up, and I’ll finish up this short from earlier.” He suggested, waiting for some sort of indication before gripping the remaining bit of his smoke and lighting it up. It may have been a bit awkward that he was just a few short feet away from them, somewhat restricted due to laws about smoking at least fifteen feet away from doors to buildings, as well as the ‘smoking section’ signs that essentially tethered him to the receptacle in front of him. <br><br>He turned as he stood, as if that would help to give the two some more space, while he inhaled a long drag and sighed out the steady stream of clouds.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>10-02-2018, 05:14:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/13/2a/4c/132a4c20df60f8421cea6e7640be0e74.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sierra Lonnegan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13854605#msg13854605)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel - Outside<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Danny, Natalie, Open<br><br><hr><br>Sierra smiled when Natalie expressed how she also was happy to see her and complimented her looks. The new Natalie looked nothing like the old Natalie, leather pants and jacket, she looked like Sandy in Grease in the 'You're the one that I want' song, minus the blonde hair and perm of course. She looked really cool, but it was such a contrast from back in high school that Sierra couldn't help but look at her. <em>I got chills, they're multiplyin',</em> she started in her head, after she presented her to Danny, who informed her his family name was Dannings. Danny Dannings? It sounded awkward for some reason. <br><br>Natalie didn't know who he was, which made sense, as she explained herself. Danny didn't seem to know Natalie either, but they shook hands nevertheless. He then went over to the bench and fetched two bottles of water, handing one to Sierra, who took hold of it, before offering the other to Natalie. <br><br>"Oh, thanks!" she said, remembering his quest for drinks earlier. <br><br>He then moved away to the smokers' corner, Sierra following his movement with her eyes. <br><br><em>Why don’t I leave you two to catch up, and I’ll finish up this short from earlier.</em><br><br>"Well, you don't have- I mean- it's not like you can't catch up with us either," Sierra said, hesitating with a few glances at Natalie, not wanting to exclude Danny who had been so nice to her ever since she arrived. <br><br>He started to smoke nevertheless, intent on finishing his short in the meantime. Seeing that she turned towards Natalie and had a pause, looking at her shoes, before daring to look up at the girl. <br><br>"If- If you don't mind me asking... You- You didn't marry <em>that</em> guy after all?" she asked in a cautious tone, almost whispering, referring to the pastor she was betrothed to by her crazy parents. Judging from her appearance, it was almost impossible she was the wife of a pastor, even though there was still the possibility. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>10-02-2018, 09:02:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/TkNo2mb.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ashleigh Slater (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13854315#msg13854315)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> (as pictured)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Table<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Autumn, Katie, open to anyone else at the table,<br><hr><br>Ashleigh let out a startled little yelp, muffled but still noticeable to those around her, as Autumn grabbed a handful of boob as the two hugged. Well, more accurately Ashleigh hugged and Autumn was forced to hug, and retaliated with that familiar squeeze. Ah, but that was Autumn. Give her a hug, she'll squeeze, give her a squeeze she'll smack, give her a smack she'll...well, there would be time for that later, Ashleigh reflected happily as she chewed lightly on her lip and grinned at her friend as she ordered blood. "Oh I missed you." She said with a laugh.<br><br>She glanced back and forth between Katie and Autumn. "This is so nice. I get to see both of you finally dressed as the girls you really are for the first time!" She beamed at them. It was fun how she could compliment and respect Katie with the same words she used to disrespect and playfully poke fun at Autumn. "You know if you'd told me in high school that I would see you two at the reunion and it would be weirder to see Autumn in heels I'd - " she paused, cocking her head to the side and raising her eyebrows as if realizing that on actually thinking about it - "yeah actually I'd completely believe that." She laughed and turned back to Katie.<br><br>"So girl catch me up!" She said, reaching for her vodka on the rocks and taking a rather brazen sip, "What have you been doing since high school what does Katie do? I've like, missed these past ten years for you!" She didn't volunteer her own history so quickly as she wasn't so proud of it, but surely her old friend had blossomed and had much to brag of!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chasseybaby</strong> on <strong>10-02-2018, 19:18:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/lwTw3jW.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Baylee Rocywood (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13846596#msg13846596)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;A flowing black thin strapped dress, a pair of sandals heels and a large black handbag (https://i.imgur.com/KVBOPQX.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Best Table<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Phi | Open<br><hr><br>Baylee was a bit taken back when he mentioned that he knew her bar. It got her excited to know he sat on her counter and order a drink, and maybe she had served him. She could honestly never think she seen Phi drink let alone come to any of her parties. So to see him in a bar was unthinkable. But Tooties was a fun place to let loose without being judged. <em>'People change Bay..'</em> She could see Phi had definitely changed. He seemed to make a name for himself, doing what he did best, writing. She gave a smile and stared at him as he spoke about his book and how he wanted to talk to her about a bartender character. She couldn't stop the giggle that came from her as the waiter brought her another long island ice tea. <strong>"Thank ya..."</strong> She took a sip and winked at Phil,<strong> "Well if ya take any of my advice I'm sure she won't be flat and boring for sure. She may end up like me sad and lonely..."</strong> She shook her head with a grin leaning into the table a bit. <strong>"It's alright. I mean, I scout for talent and sign them up with our company..."</strong> She shook her head and sighed, <strong>"Den I play secretary to my Uncle. He can neva seem to keep his ducks in a row less I'm dere..."</strong> She sat up and fidgeted with her hands, <strong>"But all and all I enjoy it....</strong>" she admitted.<br><br>She looked up as people started to gather to there table and Bay felt a bit off around people she barely knew let alone if they knew who she was. She gave polite smiles and turned back to Phil. She listened to him and still found his voice soothing and nice to listen too ten years later. It tending to lull her into a sense of calm that she hadn't felt since her daddy died. She blinked when what he had said registered, <strong>"You want me to review a book for you?" </strong>She laughed, <strong>"I doubt id be able too... I mean I bare passed Mrs. Carter's English class with a C-."</strong> Her face was burning up and she hoping the lighting in the room would hide it. She reached for her drink to cool her down and give her hands something to do. <br><br>Bay watched under her lashes as Phil waved to a very lovely girl across the table and bit her lip. She used to be so nervous or out of place. She would usually be the life of the party but for some reason, Phil had her second-guessing herself and how she should act. Unable to take the growing tension between them. She set her drink down and removed a slip of paper from the bowl and turned to Phil with a cheeky smile. <strong>"Well, let's play,"</strong> She unfolded the paper and read it herself. Her heart stopped and a cold chill ran through her veins. She licked her lips and looked up at Phil then back at the paper. In a hushed tone, she tried to find her voice as she asked, <strong>"What was one ding ya regret in high school..."</strong> Her brown eyes flashed up into his as she passed him the slip of paper. She wondered if he felt sorry for what he did in the library if she was just a stepping stone to build himself higher with the other guys. Her heart was in her throat as she waited for his answer. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangeflower</strong> on <strong>12-02-2018, 10:06:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://skats.us/wp-content/uploads/2018/01/hair-style-ruby-rose-long-with-hairruby-remarkable-image-inspirations.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Natalie Osmond (http://URL TO CS)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Leather jacket, loose white t-shirt, tight leather pants and five inch spike heels. (http://www.cosas.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/23.jpg) (wearing name tag)<br><strong>Location:</strong> outside<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Danny, Sierra,&nbsp; <strong>OPEN!<br></strong><br><hr><br>Natalie shrugged and gave Danny a smile as he took her hand. "Well you weren't the only one not paying attention. But it's nice to finally meet you too Danny Dannings." <br><br>Seeing how his presence had had a calming effect on Sierra, Natalie echoed her old friend's words. "Yeah. Totally don't leave. We should all catch up together. I came here today to get to know all the people I ignored in high school."&nbsp; That and he behaved himself like a total gentleman with Sierra.&nbsp; And that was something Natalie wouldn't ignore. <br><br>Then Sierra turned to Natalie and asked the question that Natalie knew would come tonight. She had prepared for it but still it made her uncomfortable. Her smile faltered a little and she could feel the heat leave her cheeks. Though it was almost a decade ago she was still plagued by the bad memories of what her ex-husband had done to her.<br><br>She drew a deep breath and then looked at Sierra. "Well.... I did get married." She said, "He ... he..." She could feel the tears threatening to burst forth. The shame of what had happened was still in the back of her mind. Even though she had been through years of therapy she still sometimes though that it was her fault that it had happened. But she wouldn't take the blame. Not tonight. <br><br>Her eyes got more determined as she looked at Sierra. "Our marriage wasn't the perfect fairy tale marriage. On the good days he only beat me up." She paused for a few moments to let it sink in, "He ended up in prison and I got a divorce." With a sigh she adddd, "I haven't seen my parents since then.."<br><br>She sighed in relief. It was good to tell the story to someone that had known her. She knew that it would get easier to talk about from now on.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangeflower</strong> on <strong>12-02-2018, 11:30:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C6E65K8UoAEtAgc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katie Reynolds (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847310#msg13847310)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Knee length dress, showing almost an outrageous amount of cleavage, 4 inch spike leather boots. (https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C6E65K8UoAEtAgc.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom, the bar<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone at table #2, Sort of Open! <br><hr><br>Katie laughed at Ashleigh's comment about seeing the both of them as the girls they were. But it wasn't a wholeheartedly laugh. She had no doubt that Ashleigh was complimenting her, but there was something in her tone towards Autumn that Katie couldn't shake. It was the same thing that had been a factor in driving them apart back then. So she discreetly elbowed Ashleigh and whispered, "<em>be nice</em>"<br><br>Katie emptied her glass and as Xander asked for a glass of wine she said, "Why not make it a bottle or two?" As she pointed at her own empty glass, "And some water." She added.<br><br>And then Ashleigh asked her the question she knew was to come. Truthfully her vocation wasn't something that most found comfortable discussing in public, but Katie shrugged. She wasn't ashamed of her path in life so she said. "Well! As you might have guessed a lot have happened. During our senior year I finally came to the realisation that I wasn't meant to be a guy. So Henry stopped existing shortly after graduation." She could feel the goosebumps on her arm. Talking about her life before had never been easy. "But I really had no plans about what to do with my life. But I got an offer that was just too good to turn down." She said with a smile, og course she had gotten the offer based on the web cam shows she had already done, but Katie saw no reason to go into too much detail at the moment. <br><br>"So that was how I ended up being a pre-op transsexual porn actress." She paused for a few seconds to let it sink in, "It pays well and it have allowed me to have the body I always knew I wanted. Another thing that is cool about this job is that I've had time to get a degree in business administration last year."<br><br>Katie reached for her empty glass only to realize it had somehow been filled during her conversation. She sipped the wine and leaned back. "So how about you girl? What have you been up to?" She asked curiously. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>14-02-2018, 14:12:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/78/e8/1c/78e81c239dea1f3c6ffbfdb6187d4872.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Autumn Lanche (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13846241#msg13846241)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (https://i.imgur.com/PM9GIZX.jpg) (not wearing name tag)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel Ballroom | Table -&gt; Bar<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ashleigh, and the others at the table... mostly (Open)<br><br><hr><br>The haphazard toast being made was completely and utterly lost on Autumn, who no longer had a drink to raise after Ashleigh took hers back. Who was speaking and what was being said barely registered with the robotic girl, who had only been paying a lick of attention to begin with. Quite frankly, the cause of her distraction shifted from Ashleigh to the guy that Katie introduced as Xander. Like he was a shy boy incapable of introducing himself. <br><br>After her order was placed, Ashleigh quipped about how much she had missed her, making Autumn smirk darkly. “Just be grateful that I didn’t ask for Orphan Tears this time. That may just get me kicked out of here. Oh, wait. I should order that.” Her head spun side to side as she looked around for a waiter. <br><br>Before long, Katie and Ashleigh got to catching up and - as per usual - Ashleigh was getting touchy. The alcohol was hardly to blame; that was just how Ashleigh was. Autumn happened to enjoy it more often than not, but what robot wouldn’t enjoy getting their buttons twisted and primed? “Wish I could say the same about you being fully dressed,” Autumn responded to Ashleigh’s words about she and Katie both being dressed up like the girls they were. <br><br>Even though it was very clear that neither Ashleigh nor Autumn embarrassed easily, the unspoken game between them seemed to be a test to see who would eventually get embarrassed first. When she turned to more closely regard Katie, Autumn’s drink was plopped down in front of her, the waiter looking a lot less cheerful than when he’d first asked for her drink order. Instead of saying a thank you, Autumn made a hissing sort of sound, as if to shoo the guy away. <br><br>Picking up her drink, she took a long sip and then stood up from her seat. “It’s a little crowded here,” she murmured, her voice probably only amplified enough for Ashleigh to hear, as she took her drink in hand. With her free hand, she retrieved the very small vibrator clip from her skirt’s waistband and discreetly placed it in Ashleigh’s lap. Bending down to whisper to her, she informed the platinum haired girl of its purpose. “See if you can get this in place and I’ll control its vibrations for the rest of the night.” <br><br>A small ring was on her right ring finger, the button that looked nothing like a crystal was shining at its center - able to be pressed and make the thing vibrate. Bending backward and rising to full height once again, she eyed up the man across the table - Xander. He was in conversation with someone else, but if his eyes looked up at hers, he’d notice a look of undeniable intrigue, just before she turned away from the table and headed over to the bar. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>14-02-2018, 14:34:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/0d/bf/43/0dbf43b373a342d626d1bd4089266698--marlon-teixeira-candies.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> "Danny" Dannings (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13854701#msg13854701)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as pictured with dark brown dress shoes<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hilton Hotel (Outside) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sierra, Natalie, Open<br><br><hr><br>To Sierra’s gratitude, Danny just smiled his lopsided smile and nodded his head in a silent expression of appreciation. Natalie didn’t seem interested in the water bottle, which was largely ignored when he offered it to her. So, instead of holding onto it, he leaned to the side and rested it on the same bench as before. “That’s probably true,” he murmured to her comment about not being the only one to not pay attention in high school. With a shrug and a chuckle, Danny retreated to the smoker’s section.<br><br>As he moved away, the others were insisting that he not stray too far, that they should all catch up. “I’ll be right here, you two go ahead.” He reassured them, just before lighting up and taking a drag. Before long, the pair started to actually converse and although Danny could hear every word, he felt the gravity of those words, and turned away to give them a bit more space. Or, tried to, anyway. <br><br>It was clear that their conversation was getting pretty heavy - that Natalie was struggling to keep her composure and no doubt, though she had distracted Sierra from whatever had upset her earlier, he still didn’t know what had caused her near panic attack. Danny continued puffing away at his short, until the thing was gone. Afterward, he pulled the pack of gum out of his pocket once again, and popped a piece into his mouth. <br><br>“Hey,” he slowly approached, yet maintained a small distance between them and him. “Is anyone feeling hungry? Because I heard the dinner’s free. May as well enjoy it while it’s still hot, right?” He tried to casually lead them back inside with his words, but if they weren’t quite ready yet, he’d more than understand. It was just… he had Jon inside waiting for him, too. And, well, quite frankly, he was pretty hungry. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>16-02-2018, 03:57:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/TkNo2mb.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ashleigh Slater (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13854315#msg13854315)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> (as pictured)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Table<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Autumn, Katie, open to anyone else at the table,<br><hr><br>Ashleigh couldn't help but giggle as Katie told her to be nice. She didn't quite understand the dynamic between herself and Autumn it would seem, or how easily they'd picked up right where they left off even though it had been years. The insults and cattiness were just part of their jam. Or at least Ashleigh hoped they were. They sure that felt way. But still she mouthed back <em>Okayyyy</em> in a very slightly mocking 'yes <em>mom</em>' sort of way.<br><br>She nodded along happily to Katie's story, but the conclusion caught her in a frozen mid-nod as the words 'pre op transexual porn actress' came out of her mouth.<br><br>"Bluh?" Ashleigh managed after a moment of frantic blinking trying to process that. "Pre op?" She whispered far more quietly than Katie had said. "That means..." she glanced down, eyes widening. "Porn..." she repeated, still quietly. "That means.." Her eyes widened as she realized that the thing she couldn't see any hint of between Katie's legs must be...and the rest of her... and "Oh damn." She said, setting her drink down and looking like she might faint for a second.<br><br>The thing about being addicted to sex is that you don't watch a lot of porn. No reason to watch it when you're always going after it, and when you looked like Ashleigh and were more than willing to improperly pressure pretty things to your way then it was very easy to get laid and you never needed to watch other people do it. So she was caught completely off guard by this revelation and the possibilities, the many, many, possibilities were frazzling her poor brain even worse than the booze and the thoughts of Autumn and Old Faithful were. "Damn." She repeated.<br><br>"Uhhh me?" She said finally realizing there had been a question after that bombshell. "Oh uh, I uh," She blushed a little, she had been prepared to say all this but was so thrown off balance that she was suddenly nervous again and whispered barely loud enough for the girls next to her and those just beyond them to hear, "You know uh, got kicked out of the army and went to prison and now I'm a stuntwoman and trying to make amends to those my sex addiction has harmed." She spoke very fast like it was all no big deal, although the lady clearly did protest too much as she quickly took a deep gulp of vodka to avoid talking more.<br><br>She recovered enough to give Autumn a pouty glare for her comments but clearly wasn't actually offended. "Yeah like you really want to see me in a tent." She teased, wiggling her shoulders to show off what was showed off, and then gulped again and quickly covered what was dropped into her lip. <br><br>She leaned into Autumn and whispered. "You could just stay you know, having you next to me does the same thing..." she grinned hopefully invitingly, but not enough, anti-social Autumn was already off. "Damn." She whispered, watching her go.<br><br>"Hrmmm." She turned back to the table, her drink in one hand, the little clip hidden in the other. "Well now you've all gone and been so social you scared off my robot. Hope you're all proud of yourselves." She laughed at the collected group. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Reunited: Westwood High Class Of 2008 [IC - Hilton Ballroom]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wandering Mind</strong> on <strong>16-02-2018, 05:09:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/44/8b/89/448b894ea5c9f7aabd1b839fc1e7819b.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jon Arc (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13850034#msg13850034)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Traveler's suit as pictured (http://CLOTHING URL)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Just sat down at table #1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Juliet, Tanner, Open<hr><br>Jon had been sitting at a table and chatting up a few of old friends and being his general loud self.&nbsp; He took off his name tag and wrote on it with a pen so it read ‘Jon Factor,’ an old nickname that he kept since his elementary school days.<br>&nbsp;<br>“Thanks for the tip.&nbsp; Facebook stalk for gift ideas.&nbsp; Any of you Facebook friends with RT?&nbsp; Unless his interests out are there in the public, I can’t exactly snoop.&nbsp; We’ll there are other ways but that takes way longer.”<br>&nbsp;<br>After ten minutes of catching up, getting ideas, and Facebook stalking through someone else’s phone, it occurred to Jon that he should look for Danny.&nbsp; In his excitement over reconnecting, he had forgotten about his best buddy.&nbsp; The table was already full and it seemed a little rude to leave him high and dry.<br>&nbsp;<br>“Hey.&nbsp; I gonna find Danny and see how he’s holding up.&nbsp; It was great hanging out with you guys again.&nbsp; Anytime you’re out my way, give me a ring.”<br>&nbsp;<br>Jon picked up his plate and drink.&nbsp; He spent a few minutes walking around looking for Danny.&nbsp; Where was he?&nbsp; He must have circled the room twice looking for the guy.&nbsp; As walked around, he noticed Julie and some guy at a table with plenty of seats.&nbsp; He put his things down on an open seat.<br>&nbsp;<br>“Yo, what would you use as an icebreaker?&nbsp; I was thinking about the Titanic,” He plopped down into the seat with a grin and popped a sushi roll into his mouth, "What's up?"<br><br>His greeting was slightly muffled by the food he was chewing.
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