[OPEN] Tonight is the night, we’ll fight 'til it’s over

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Date & Time: Saturday 31st, starting at 9:00 pm o'clock
Location: THE PARTY WAREHOUSE
Characters: ERRBODY
Summary: Ella throws a party. It is awesome. Get your asses in here people. With subthreads for maximum OCDness.
Warnings: Drunk people, loud music, teenage drama! Nothing bad overall though.

[ It was seriously happening.

Food? Check.
Drinks? Check.
Lights? Check.
Music? Check.
DJ ClaudsterRedhead? Check.

There was no time for yet another complete check up, it was now or never. Ella fought the urge of making it a "never" and decided that whatever happened was already out of her control. Best intentions and all, whether it turned to be a great party or not depended on the people that would come. All she hoped was that the guests didn't destroy the place; she was kind of thinking about a future party to come and finding one good spot had been difficult enough.

But enough dillydallying, it was party time! ]]

((OOC: PLEASE WAIT WHILE I PUT THE SUBTHREADS UP. GO GO GO))

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[5055034455]

[She should've pulled away. He was hoping she would, because then he'd have at least taken the hint and gone home.

But no, now he's standing there in the middle of the sidewalk, in the cold, wet air, with Stephanie in his arms and a plan forming in his liquor-laden brain that involves literally never letting her go.

He mumbles something unintelligible against the fabric of her blazer. It's probably another apology, but there's no way to tell. Then again, maybe the way he's squeezing her says it all.]

[controlledvariable]

[For a little while, she doesn't do anything at all, just keeps breathing and letting Saul hold her while she tries to think of some way to fix any of this. But there's no solution to be picked out of the air, only this decision that she has to make over and over again, whether to stay or walk away.]

Saul.

[Gentler, now, but there's a request in it, an unspoken let me go, as she gently tries to ease his arms away from her.]

[5055034455]

[Saul shuts his eyes when she says his name and nods, almost imperceptibly. He knows. He needs to let her go back to the party and to Ellie. And he will.

But first he kisses her cheek, lingering a little longer than he probably should. This isn't making it any easier for either of them, but —

But what? But nothing. He has no excuse other than his own lovesick selfishness.

Abruptly, he drops his arms to his sides and mumbles a faint "bye" against her skin. Then he pulls back completely, steps away, and turns to walk... wherever it is he's going. The apartments and the Hold are the other way.]

[controlledvariable]

[It's not fair, him doing that, nevermind that probably wasn't fair for her to kiss his brow in the first place. She doesn't have any room to talk, so all he does is try to take some comfort in the affection before he inevitably pulls away.

She should head back inside right now, but she can hear which direction he's walking and knows that there's nothing there.]

Where are you going?

[She hasn't turned to look at him, but she can't just let him walk off. What if something happens?]

[5055034455]

[He stops, but he doesn't turn back around.]

For a walk.

[controlledvariable]

[Goddamnit, Saul.]

Are you gonna be okay?

[With everything they've just said, or maybe she just means him walking alone in the dark.]

[5055034455]

[A shrug.]

I'll know in the morning.

[You know, when he's puking his guts out.]

[controlledvariable]

[That's the opposite of reassuring.]

Please be careful.

[5055034455]

[Saul would turn and say, with a smile, something like I'm always careful for some stupid cinematic effect, but all he does instead is nod and start walking again.]

[controlledvariable]

[She goes back inside before some stupid melodramatic music can start up in the background, just to complete the entire cliche that was those last few minutes.

Fuck everything.]