life of the party / dale

[stephanie]

Stevi knew that Dale would come around eventually. She'd been the most constant woman in his life since he was twelve, and he always ran back to her no matter what. She wasn't sure what held him anchored to her. Their history or her vivacious personality? Stevi wanted to say her personality was flawless, but she knew that wasn't necessarily the case. Dale tolerated her because he had to. A friendship of eight years wasn't so easily forgotten. So what if he was dating Jolene at the moment? In three months, she would be out of the picture, and Dale would officially be hers for the weekends like old times. Stevi could easily find a man of her own to tie down, but her wild and carefree youth called most of her shots. Nineteen was too young to be serious about anyone. Tavin had proven that to her the other day when he had been lower than hell, moping about that Andrea girl who broke his heart. 

Stevi surveyed her closet. Her fame had come with an infinite allowance to spend on virtually anything she chose. The average girl bee-lined for the flashy, sequined ensembles with bedazzled shoes to match. Stevi Rae's closet was filled to the brim with fitted jeans, band t-shirts, and sneakers apart from the exclusive section dedicated to get-ups fit for premieres, parties, and wild nights out with Dale Beresford. She grinned. Her fingers tore threw the layers of cloth until she reached a blue minidress. Perfect! Stevi tore the dress from its hanger and strewn it over the footboard of her bed before she hopped into the shower. The gentle rumble of movie gun shots shook her home with the new speakers she'd gifted her dad. His new accessories induced a strange love for explosions which tickled Stevi pink. Her father was easy to please, and after knowing him for nineteen years, Stephanie knew exactly how to get away with anything she desired. 

For example, there was no way in hell he would let her sneak past him in her blue mini. That's why she topped off her look with a pair of her favorite sweatpants. The pants were adorned with a band that made them less atrocious, and paired with her blue mini, she looked perfect for the gym. Her golden clutch was stuffed with her make-up, a comb, and an emergency bottle of pepper spray just in case. Acting was in her blood, so she wasn't fazed by the various questions her mother had for her when she stepped into the foyer. Where are you going? Why do you have those heels? Who are you going with? The answers were as follows: the gym, they're for a friend, and Dale. Her mother's face exploded with color when Dale was mentioned. She thought they were dating or something. Honestly, Stevi stopped trying to understand her mom a long time ago, just as her mother stopped trying to figure out why Stevi did the things she did. Their relationship had never been healthier than it was then. Hopefully, Stevi could keep her mother in tow that way. 

"Don't say a thing, Beresford," she warned Dale as she climbed into his car. "Just drive." Stevi began shedding the sweatpants to reveal her newly-shaved, glistening legs. She threw her pants into the back seat and untied her ungodly ponytail. The city flew past them as Dale sped the way he did. She had a few minutes to perfect her hair and make-up before they arrived at whatever club Dale decided to take them to. Challenge accepted. Her comb achieved a moderate amount of volume, and smoky make-up accented the dark beads on her blue mini well. "I seriously need to get my own place," she complained, applying make-up in the drop-down mirror of Dale's car. 

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[rita4]

Dale had known Stevi for a very long time; I mean they lost their virginity to each other. I mean he looked back on it and felt like a dork, because back then he was a dork, he was a bad ass dork because he wanted to fit in, but he still have the dorky spike like hair and wore clothes with crosses and daggers on it, he remember his night with her a little, they were both drunk and they had known each other for about two years that this point. She always dealt with his weird ways, from him being set on being one of the best actors in the business, to the fact that he always had to have ranch dressing when he was eating pizza, no matter what pizza that was. They clicked and after losing his virginity to her, they started having sex more regularly, she was his first and they had hooked up on and off since then, when they were single and in the same area, he knew he could go and see her, hook up with her and still have his best friend afterwards. He knew that she was a little too young for him, he was the main reason she got into clubs when they were younger, he would sling his arm around her and just chat to the bouncer, tell him what he was doing, that he was an upcoming actor and they normally just let him and her in, it was great.

To be honest though, pretty much everything he had experienced came from Stevi, from different positions in the bedroom, to how to ‘woo’ a woman, he learnt it all from her, he had spent his own childhood with this woman, she taught him everything he knows, he loves it. He loved her parents, he would go over all of the time and her mother treated him like a king, she would cook him food and he would talk sports and business with him, then he would most likely go up to Stevi’s room and bang her, it was typical, he was a fun loving kind of guy and she was the same, they had a great partnership. As he parked outside of her parent’s house, he just sat back and listened to the radio while he waited, he obviously shot her a text to let her know that he was here. As he saw her coming down the drive, he grinned before laughing as she entered his car before lifting his hands up when she told him to not say anything. So he checked over his shoulder, put on his blinker and turned back into the road and started driving to the club. He obviously had told Jolene that he was going out tonight, she knew he was going with a good friend and nothing was going to happen, he definitely liked the girl for that, she trusted him, it was great.

He looked over every once in a while to see what she was doing before he pulled into a parking lot that was close to a club that he really liked before turning the car off and she was still applying her make up before he looked over and out of the windows to see what the crowd was doing tonight ”you nearly ready amigo?” he grinned as he looked over to her before finally he exited the car and moved to her side, opened the door and smiled as he held out his hand for her. He liked treating her like a princess, she was his best friend and she was always going to be that to him. ”You do need to get your own place. I would offer to be your roomie, but I have a small feeling my balls will get ripped off by Jolene if I do” he grinned before winking at her. He placed his hand on the small of her back before leading her through the doors of the club and the bass, the music, the buzz was all a good feeling for him, he was ready for a great night out with his best friend, this night was going to be epic.

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STEVI RAE! | CLOTHES!

[stephanie]

If the gym excuse ever wore out, Stevi could always fall back on yoga classes or dance lessons. Her parents rarely signed the checks for anything Stevi decided to pursue in her free time. After all, nineteen was one year up from adulthood, though her behaviors didn't always demonstrate as so. She often fell back on teenage excuses and motives. Last month, she climbed out her window and jumped off the roof in order to see her friends at a club on Hollywood Boulevard. Her parents believed she was past the childish games. Meanwhile, Stevi Rae was constantly attending college parties, drinking under the age constraints, and barely skating by Los Angeles authority. If her parents expected her to behave during these years of her life, she might as well pack her bags and hit the road. They insisted that they only wanted what was best for her, which Stephanie tried to understand. The spotlight sought out stars like Dale. Nickelodeon kids like her had to haul ass in order to "Make It Shine".

Dale obeyed her specific commands to stay quiet, and Stevi threw herself in overdrive to be ready for the scene. Monastery, huh? Stevi pursed her lips. She never doubted Dale's selections. After all, he frequented clubs more often than she could ever at her current state and age. Europe was a different story altogether. Twenty-one wasn't the age requirement back there. Whenever she visited, arriving at her hotel room at five in the morning was practically guaranteed. "You nearly ready, amigo?" Dale asked. He was obviously eager to party. Stevi grinned and nodded. "Baby, I was born ready," she cooed, patiently waiting for Dale to thrust open her door. She always insisted there was no need for his chivalry, but he decided to follow through anyways. She had long since accepted chivalry was assassinated. It was about time for feminism to rule the world. At a club, there was no such thing because everyone was hypnotized by the music. "Buying a drink" was a tactic to seduce, and asking for the "honor for this dance" basically meant the same exact thing.

Whenever Stevi left with someone, her house was rarely an option. Her parents were major homebodies, especially with the national shootings spooking everyone in paranoia. Stevi, in contrast, was a social butterfly. Staying at home alone had detrimental effects, so she made sure her contact list was always full and ready in a moment's notice. Dale, Tavin, and Malo were on speed-dial for a great time, and the list slowly trickled down to the rest of them. Jolene seemed like a sweet gal, but she was so high-maintenance. This was the first time Stevi and Dale were able to go out together in a long time. Seeing as she really wasn't in any mood to think about Dale's mistress, Dale actually mentioning her did a number. "Hey, bros before hoes, buddy," Stevi joked, looping her arm around Dale. "I don't need her telling me I can't live with you. If I did, you'd have an excuse to make me clean up after you."

Luckily, the paps hadn't followed them to their night-time getaway. Stevi had long since grown confident around the muscular bouncers admitting people through the doors. All Dale had to do was grin and they were given full access to all the booze in the world. Stevi brought her pristine fake I.D. just in case, however. There was always that jackass bouncer who was impervious to Dale's good-looking charm, so Stevi came prepared. A lot of bars were carding everyone who planned on buying booze these days, too. It was the sad, sad truth. People were dying because of drunk driving was their logic. Standing in the middle of a booming club next to her babe-worthy best friend, the consequences of driving under the influence were far from Stevi's mind. She strut into the crowds, proud, and leaned into Dale's ear. "Drinks, yeah?" she asked.

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