"Yo you need to get your eyes checked or something, back it up." Eve motioned to a couple of guests standing dangerously close to one of the sculptures at her gallery. "You know how the saying goes, look but don't touch-- except for you beautiful. You just do whatever you want, but seriously, don't touch the art, thankyouu."

Mollie was a band geek in high school which was a specific brand of nerd. She’d gone through a few metamorphoses since her first rebrand as Rosewood Academy’s Most Prominent Harlot. Her current status was more traditional nerd as she’d started her first year of veterinary school at Ravenwood. She was enjoying a drink on a well-earned night off at the bar when, unprovoked, some clown made a loud, dirty joke at her expense. "Good one,” Mollie responded, deadpan. “I’ve never heard that one before. So creative.” She rolled her eyes before smiling woefully at the person next to her. “I guess five years isn’t long enough to forget anything around here.”

“I had to be a mermaid in another life or something man, I’m in my fucking bag, this lake is so dope, I love this shit.” Rob said after re-surfacing from underneath the water. They were pretty sure they’d been in there for hours now, and honestly didn’t see themselves getting out anytime soon, but they did hop on a giant spiderman shaped water float. Suddenly, they realized something, and looked around briefly “Oh shit, I might have lost my wave runner.” 

"I mean this has to like, be a scam, right?" Beckett spoke out loud as he looked at a flyer advertising free matches and blind dates for Valentine's Day. "I mean I've never had a Valentine but how is knowing my favorite color or favorite food gonna help someone get matched? That can't be all there is, right?" Considering he had never been on a date before he didn't actually know but he was willing to find out. "Think it's worth the risk?"

"Are you serious? I thought this shit was over," Cam sighed, glancing over the letter he'd picked up from his mailbox. He'd assumed since it was addressed to 'The Tenant' that it was garbage, but reading the full letter he realised it was an eviction notice. For Miguel, at least. It seemed like someone in the building had snitched that their 'dog' wasn't exactly one of the canine variety.

"That- can't be good." Gemma carefully stepped over the mess that was the Chadwells' carpet, more concerned with their alcohol-soaked flammable curtains than the actual spill on the floor. Maybe she was paranoid, and any of the Chadwells would definitely spit in her face if given the opportunity, but the last thing anyone needed was the party going up in flames, literally. Once she'd stripped the curtains off the window she didn't actually know what her next step was so and so she just stood there, fabric awkwardly crumpled up in her arms. "I was worried they'd catch fire," she explained. "I don't really wanna be a witness to like the great Chadwell housefire, y'know."

"It almost feels dumb, working a gig literally surrounded by artists one day and never really considering there's a reason you like being there, numb nuts and it ain't for the love of administration work. I don't know, I always just thought of art as like one thing, painting shit, drawing shit you know? That's what artists do but all it took was one hell of a break up and a co-worker takin' me to an art thing that wasn't richies walkin' with their hands behind their backs, nodding and suckin' each other's farts. Honestly didn't even know what I was doing was art for real, more like fuckin' adult arts and crafts, I don't know. Truth be told I only submitted anything because my best friends told me I'd be a pussy if I didn't. Next thing I know, my submissions are accepted and I'm standing next to my shit tellin' people like you about it my work." Even explaining it, Sid had no idea how she'd landed herself in an art show, but she was just seeing where it could go, she didn't consider herself an actual artist or anything, hell she hadn't even heard of mixed media until she was talking to the same friend that took her to the art exhibit that sparked her interest and that friend let her know it was a legitimate form of art. "Anyway, this is my shit. I'm 'sposed to stand here and answer any questions you have and I've been standin' here for 2 hours already so the more interesting the better because I'm getting antsy."

Though Adeline lived in a few places by herself at this point, this was the first she'd stayed in long enough to really decorate and make her own. She tried moving back into the Chadwell mansion but if her family wanted her in Rosewood that just wouldn't work out, she needed room to express herself -and to put up her own Christmas tree. "What are your thoughts on mixing silver and gold?," she asked as she held up two rolls of garland, going total maximalist in the craft aisle.

Grace was having a great day so far. Music playing in the background, swimming in the lake, drinks flowing, there was nothing to complain about. The day went on like that but as the sun started to set a few people around her started to get messy. She was sitting in a small group of her friends when suddenly something cold splashed the person next to her, some drops hitting her along with their body as they jerked into her. “Shit, you good?” Her eyes flicked to them and then to the person who caused the disruption. She didn’t want to fight someone but she would if she had to.

"What, you never seen a fuckin' elf before?" Stradlin kicked off from where they'd been leaning on the wall outside Magnolia's, very clearly having escaped from the Santa photo setup in the mall. Yeah, they looked stupid, but money was money at the end of the day. "Everyone's got a side hustle."

"Shit, hey- Sorry, she's friendly. Clearly." A few months ago Kit helped Tahani get a dog for Zara, which since had become his responsibility. Not that he had a problem with that, he liked the dog- the dog just happened to be the size of a small horse. "Just doesn't know how fuckin' big she is."

“Hey are you gonna be around the main stage at 2? I hear LBL Raph is performing and it’s gonna be sick. I also heard it’s technically his first real life performance you know outside of battle rap circles or whatever it’s gonna be iconic one day...” Could it be seen as a desperate move to promote his own show as if he himself weren’t the aforementioned LBL Raph? Technically, but Raph saw it more as just another way to grind and and put in hard work for his new dream/career path to become the best rapper to come out of Rosewood since the G.O.A.T himself, Kid Grantwood.

“Hi, do you mind—” Louise had began to say before the person she’d been asking just so happened to breeze by her without so much as a second glance. “thanks for your help, asshole.” The woman had her hands full with binders, binders which so happened to be filled with pictures of archival De La Renta looks she believed would work as great as inspiration for this years collection. The brunette attempted open the door once– failing at doing do, but luckily for her, someone else was coming around. “Hey, if you could find it in your heart to open this door for me, I’d forever grateful.” 

"Ok, this is kind of cute, right?" Rhiannon, who loved Christmas so much she was already trying to start decorating her apartment, held up a lego Christmas tree box and gave it a little rattle. "It's basically a 3D puzzle," she attempted to rationalise to herself, trying not to toe the line of doing geeky shit too much though she knew a few people who would be endlessly entertained by it.

"Do you uh..mind if I borrow that paint?" In an attempt to expand his social life, Beckett has decided to attend some community event where people were painting and carving pumpkins that were still left from all of the patches around town. He felt kind of silly and had almost turned around as soon as he got to the community center but then he saw the set up and smelled so much pumpkin pie in the air it was hard for him not to stay. He was a sucker for all things Fall related and with Christmas around the corner he knew the baked goods ans warmth would just start getting better and better. "I've actually never done this before so I'm not sure how this is gonna turn out but this uh, red paint is really speaking to me. Your pumpkin looks awesome." He cringed at his words a bit, not sure if he sounded nerdy but he was trying.

“Yeah, I just got back in, literally yesterday. This like really co—” Yves was letting the person in front of him know, before he was shoved by one of their more inebriated peers. The contents of his cup flying all over the person he’d been speaking to. “I am so sorry, oh my god. I’m going to get you some napkins.”