DON’T STOP FOR ANYONE, SITE WIDE - - EAST HAMPTON

[Acacia Masen]

WELCOME TO ACACIA’S CORNER OF PARADISE

SITE – WIDE PARTY AT THE MASEN MANSION!
WATERFRONT AT GEORGICA BEACH.
COCKTAIL/CASUAL ATTIRE. EVERYONE INVITED
8 PM till WHENEVER.

[Acacia Masen]

[DON’T STOP FOR ANYONE]
we’re plastic but we still have fun!

Acacia slapped her cards down on the table. Straight flush. Her dark eyes glinted in the dim light of the room, a smirk playing on her lips as the red blood across the dining table from her had to remove his jeans. She laughed when he carelessly chucked them in the corner, knowing the squad of maids would have some work cut out for them tomorrow. The six, seven, eight, nine and ten of spades seemed to glow in the moonlight. Being taught poker by your Russian nanny as a kid was fantastic for nights such as this. In only a pair of boxers and wife beater the human boy sat down again, staring Acacia down like she was a particularly nice car in a sales lot. Unable to help herself, Acacia pretended to brush an imaginary stray hair from her collarbone, highlighting the fact she was sitting there in only her undergarments and a pair of heels. And so the cards were dealt again, the dealer making her way around the twelve or so people playing strip poker at the table.

Tonight was a fabulous, a Hollywood worthy June night. Graduation was behind the senior class of Duchesne and school was now a thing of the past. At least until September, for those like Acacia who still painfully attended Duchesne. Summer meant parties and late nights and who better to kick off the season with an outrageous bash than Acacia Masen? Her parents and brother Alaric were still holed up in the city, finishing off work and school, locking up the penthouse. A full week or two ahead of her family, the young blue blood had escaped to their summer home in the Hamptons, determined to party her pretty little head off. The mansion was in an exclusive neighborhood in East Hampton overlooking not only Georgica Beach but the Pond as well. It was sprawling, and decorated in ultra-sleek modern designs. The foyer alone was entirely made of glass. Maybe not the greatest place to party, but Acacia had personally replaced all the furniture in house with the disposable variety so nothing would get damaged.

Now the residence was a luxurious home accommodating the younger generation of New York City’s rich and famous. The forty foot granite bar was one of the few things remaining that the Masens actually used every summer but today it was sporting more alcohol than it had in a very long time. The hired bartenders constantly had their hands full with all the people and were paid enough to not question working at a party hosted by a seventeen year old girl and mostly inhabited by minors. Lady Gaga’s Paparazzi blasted from the superb sound system and the mansion was full to the brim with partying youth, thrashing to the seductive beats of the music or playing up the naughty in corners. Through the next room the imported French doors led onto the patio were the party continued towards the ridiculous infinity pool and adjacent hot tub. But by far the greatest aspect of the night was the fact that nearly everyone knew everyone else and it was the epitome of release. They were free of ridicule and responsibility.

Acacia picked up her newly dealt cars and smiled. She didn’t have the greatest hand, but slipping off another article of clothing wouldn’t be a problem when you were as fabulous as she was. The perfect hostess she was looking a vision tonight, even in just her undergarments and turquoise Versace stilettos. Raven hair cascaded in loose curls over her shoulders and soon the vampire would be slipping back into her transcendent yet simple Marc Jacobs Voile summer dress. After all, she couldn’t play poker all night, there were guests to attend to and real partying to be done. Vegas style, the vampire lifted her martini glass with one hand while still clutching her cards in the other. “A toast to the true start of summer!” Laughing, the beauty clinked glasses with people around the table and even a few passing by, celebrating not only the season but also herself as the vodka slipped down her throat.

[Aspen Rain Bianchi]

"Mother!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, she may be a small little thing, but the voice inside of her would make you think otherwise. "Mother! You are such a bit*c!" She curses her mother. Her mother was too pre-occupied to worry about what her daughter had just said, or why her daughter has even said it. Aspen ran through her large home in mere miliseconds, grabbing her keys from the ash tray on the wooden desk in her father's office on her way towards her room. She had been grounded, not eally, but her father had enough of Aspen and her disturbing attitude, but he has no back-bone when it comes to his daughter. He doesn't do much enforcing of anything when it comes to Aspen or little brother. They get whatever they want and whenever they want it.

Aspen slipped her phone out of her back-pocket as she closed her bedroom door. She had precisely 72 new text messages and its' only been, what, twenty minutes since she last checked it? Aspen chuckles to herself, "My poor little minions, what do they want?" She asked herself in a superior tone while she scanned through the texts, most of them were rather nsubstantial "Heys!" or from guys, "Whatsup, sexy, hit me up." Aspen chuckled as read through those, "as if," she told her phone. She stopped at one of the texts from one of her lackeys, "Aspen, real rager going dwn. But it wn't b as awsme if u dn't show," she sighs as she read it, "Of course it wouldn't," she said outloud. "When and where darling?" She texted back. Within 40 seconds she recieved a response. "Masen Mansion, abt an hr," she read. "Not that you need that long," She recieved yet another text right aftwe the one prior. She sighed, "Of course I don't." She slid her phone shut and sped through her closet. She stopped nearly five seconds afterward, standing in front of her ceiling to floor length mirrors, she didn't like it, at least not for this occasion. A small gush of wind trailed behind the fast-moving Aspen. After the first three, she was getting rather irritated. Maybe the fourth outfit will be a winner. She runs through her enormous closet and throws on a Zucca Accordion Pleat Lace Detail Dress, and NICOLE BRUNDAGE - ANKLE STRAPPY OPEN TOE PUMPS. She smiles at herself in the mirror, "I look ah-mazing!" She squeals at herself.

She makes for her dresser mirror, the one that takes up an entire wall in her room. It houses items from combs, to underwear, all completely organzed. She grabs her bangs up and braids them into a frenchbraid across her head, and grabs her dark brown hair into a simple pony-tail.

She dabs an eyeshadow stick into the black compact and smooths it along her eyelids. She grabs her MAC mascera, and runs it along her thick eyelashes, she's going for a dramatic effect. She loves the way she looks, and she slips a diamond stud into her nose piercing, and puckers her lips to apply some gloss. She sighs at the way she looks, "Perfection," She says to her reflection, she smiles at herself and makes for the door. "Father, Im out," She calls out to him, she grabs her black leather jacket from the coat closet and her black prada bag as well. "Bye!" And she is gone and in her already started car. She rather not show up to a teen-party with a driver, she likes to sport her new expensive car from daddy, her baby she personally calls, Sputnik, though it really has nothing to do with space or Russia, she thought of the name when she saw and she stuck with it. She pulls out of her rather large drive-way and speeds the rest of the way to the Masen mansion.

She is fashionably late as she tosses the keys to the valet boy, "Scratch it, I kill you," She tells him in a very serious tone, but quickly smiles at him, though her eyes still show just how serious she is. She walks through the huge doors, and is probably about the fiftieth person there. "So, this is how Acacia rolls these days," She says, looking up all around her house. She can't lie, she is rather impressed by it, but she feels her summer home is much more marvelous. "Acacia," She says in a low voice as she walks toward the table that Acacia is currently occupying. She looks at the table, humans. "Is this all you do while you have party guests of great importance, is play around with pesky good-for-nothing redbloods?" She says as she places a hand on Acacia's shoulder, she pats it, and walks off toward one of the seats currently occupied by a male and female redblood. "MOVE," she says in a superior tone, "NOW", the redbloods look at her frightened by the authorative tone in her voise and quickly scurry for their tops and bottoms. "Filthy," She says as she talks a seat. "I'm in," she says in a nonchalant way.

She waits for things to get real crazy before she decides to grace the dancefloor with her presence. "Let's play a lovegame, play a lovegame, if you want love or you want fame, are you in the game.." Blares through the speakers, Lady Gaga.

[Meghan Alcott]

Meghan looked out her window balefully. There seemed to be some sort of a party going on at one of the houses in the distance. She squinted, looking at the newer architecture. Oh, damn, that was the Masen's house. Translation: Acacia, the slut, was throwing a blowout party. It wasn't even July yet, for crying out loud! She bit her lip and then debated. On one hand, it looked like it was going to be an awesome party, but on the other hand, she'd be stuck with facing Acacia. Not that she minded so much, but if she upset the pixie-sized whore, her brother would most likely be annoyed with her again.

Meghan made her decision: to go steal the scene of Acacia's party. Nobody had really seen her out and about since that run-in with Acacia, and it had been far too long since she'd had a good party. Which lead to the important question: what the hell was she going to wear?! She flounced over to her closet, cursing herself for not bringing some of her more edgy, revealing clothes with her. You never know when you'll need the edgy clothes.

After digging through her closet, Meghan went with a red dress so low cut and so short that it should've been illegal, a pair of black heels, and a little bling in her ears. Her hair got pulled up into a low messy updo that she secured with a pile of bobby pins. After ringing her eyes with some eyeliner, adding lipstick and just a touch of gloss, and the requisite splash of perfume, she was good to go. She didn't say a word to her family, merely breezed past them and out to her car, a silky black porsche suv. She stepped into it, shut the door, and sped down to Acacia's party.

When she got there, she checked her mirror one more time, ensuring that she looked perfect. She sllid out of her car, locked it, and made a beeline for the open door. The first thing she saw was the granite bar, and so she downed a few drinks: a shot of tequila, some grey goose, and then grabbed a cosmo to drag around with her as she mingled. Meghan could already see people starting to talk about who she was, what she was doing here. Good. She was here to see if she could handle this scene again, and at this point, she was sure she could. She said hello to a few people, did the pointless blather, and moved on.

From the sound of things, the dining room was the source of some excitement. Strip poker? Of course. Meghan rolled her eyes, and smiled. She drank the rest of her cosmo, then walked up behind Acacia and set it down on the table in front of the other girl. Then she used her red-fingernailed hand to pick up Acacia's glass of vodka and tossed it back, then leaned down and whispered, "Hello, darling," Meghan smiled deviously. "Strip poker? Small stakes, girl, although that's probably all you can handle, right? How's that hand working for you?" She smirked, then added in a normal voice but pitched to carry to everyone in the room, "Hmm. I probably shouldn't have drank out of your glass, Acacia, I'm good without your latest round of STD's." There was a round of guffaws and 'oooh's' that went through those present. "Nice party, though. So who have you fucked already? So that I know that they'll settle for you, versus holding out for someone who knows what they're doing." she asked. The point of this was to embarrass and piss off the hostess enough for Meghan to get her to take on a bet. And Meghan needed to be drinking more so Acacia would underestimate her. So she plucked three glasses of vodka off a passing waiter's tray, put one back in front of Acacia, and downed one immediately. The other one took up residence in her hand, and she started thinking about how much more alcohol she could consume tonight.

((OOC: to Anna: green hair? or no? I think we should. Bahahaha!))

[Acacia Masen]

[DON’T STOP FOR ANYONE]
we’re plastic but we still have fun!

Her hand as poor as the trash on the lower west side, Acacia watched the players around the table simultaneously fold or raise the bet. The pot in the middle of the table was ridiculous; the Masen heiress didn’t want to even count how much money was in there. Not to mention that besides cash there was also a good number of non-prescription drugs. This caused a slight frown to taint her angelic features. A pity how a night like this could bleed of garbage like that. Drugs were not a vice of choice for blue bloods. Acacia sat at the chandelier lit table, crossing her legs and gazing out across the room. Playing poker with one half of her mind and watching the unraveling events of the party with the other. Blinking, the brunette’s dark eyes focused back on the table just in time for her turn. She merely had a double and judging by the rest of the cards in play she’d have to remove another article of clothing. Now what first, bra, panties or heels? It would be dramatic to leave the stilettos until the end and Acacia was all about putting on a show. However, just as she was about to lay her red backed cards down and slink out of the straps of her bra, an unexpected figure emerged at the table.

The irritatingly perky staccato beats of this particular set of heels should have been some warning to her, after all, there were only a handful of people Acacia knew to walk in such a way that was determined yet nearly psychotic in its incessantness. Rolling her head around at an angle and tilting it towards her shoulder, the blue blood peered at Aspen Bianchi and a small, amused smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “Aspen darling, since when are you out in this neck of the woods so early?” She addressed the girl, condescendingly, in that all too familiar way that read ‘I’m being kind to you for impression’s sake but don’t get fooled into thinking I don’t hate you’.

Some people simply don’t learn. No matter how hard certain individuals try to teach them all it amounts to is metaphorically banging your head against the wall, over and over again. Aspen Bianchi was a rival, but nonetheless not a very bright one. Acacia couldn’t stand the girl; she was a constant little, almost undetectable threat on her tight rein of Duchesne. She spoke freely and got what she wanted, qualities Acacia would normally have admired under different circumstances. But when you try to steal something that was hers, physically take away her control, well, that was when the claws came out. Apparently though Aspen didn’t realized that humans weren’t quite as dull as she made them out to be and her voice was dangerously loud to be speaking about the guests as ‘red-bloods’. “If you consider yourself a VIP, well, I’m sorry but I didn’t noticed you had arrived. And these fine people are not worthless. You should learn to not be quite so rude.” Another toxic smile. Her cunning black eyes followed her fellow blue blood as the girl walked around the table, removing a couple from a shared chair on the other end a little forcefully. “Filthy, but soon enough your dress will be in the same corner. Unless however you’ve improved at poker overnight.” The vixen shrugged nonchalantly and slapped her cards on the table face-down. She wouldn’t need those blasted numbers, with another player the dealer would have to start over. A bitter expression took hold of Acacia’s flawless face as she gazed blankly into the background out towards her pool.

They played a few hands, but depressingly Acacia wasn’t able to shimmy out of anything. The pot was growing, even though both of the blue bloods playing had claimed prize after prize. The hostess wasn’t about to let some pesky annoyance like Miss. Bianchi ruin her evening so she pointedly ignored her except for a few cool stares when it was the other fallen angel’s turn to reveal her cards. Other than that, Acacia’s gaze mostly lingered on the men at the table as they slowly lost more and more clothing. Her eyes were treated when a few blue blooded boys from her class in the upper form of Duchesne showed up at the table. It appeared however they were pointedly playing their worst so they could strip for two immortal girls at the table. The more superior had to admit she liked what she was seeing in the blue blooded boys, the body of a vampire was always attractive, even if the person never worked out a day in their lives.

The brunette couldn’t deny that she was having fun, laughing at people’s expressions as they removed garments, drinking martini after martini, and even perching on a few guys laps for replacement bets since they hadn’t come prepared with enough money. So when an empty glass was slammed down in front of her, Acacia sighed. Who now? Hopefully it would be someone she was looking forward to seeing like Amelia, Jared or Caleb. Unfortunately it was the latter’s sister. She hadn’t laid eyes on Meghan Alcott since their little speed bump in the St. Regis Bar the week before the spring formals. Apparently the girl was still holed up in her house, readying herself for the public eye after returning from some celebrity rehab clinic. So apart from that once incident over cosmos, Acacia had had a relatively un-eventful month, but it appeared the cat fights had returned. She couldn’t say she was disappointed. It was just a shame Caleb wasn’t here to choose her side, if he still would after what happened at the formals.

“Oh thanks for draining that for me, Meghan, you know after seven I really don’t understand why I got another poured.” Sarcasm clung to her words like lint on a wool suit and Acacia’s eyes narrowed as she still looked off into the distance. “Would you like to see?” the hostess flashed her cards at the pest behind her, revealing a queen from every house. “Rather ironic isn’t it.” She laughed the sound like wind chimes. Rolling her eyes at Miss. Alcott’s latest verbal punch, too bad Megan didn’t know vampires didn’t get STD’s or that the supernatural existed at all. “Silly girl, you can’t get those from sharing drinks, but what you should worry about is that anything I have, your baby brother has as well. Good thing for him, I’m clean.” She smirked, knowing full well that this was one of her former friend’s buttons. Of course there had been nothing like that between Acacia and Caleb, but Meghan didn’t know that. “Who have I fucked? Hmm, seeing as how my boyfriend isn’t here, no one. But he,” she pointed a manicured finger at one of the especially hot vampire boys that had joined the game, “is too hot to bear and is inches away from having me jump him.” She laughed again, a beautiful smile towards the grinning boy as a chaser. The younger brunette shifted her gaze back to the more problematic rival beside her and even though she had promised herself nothing could ruin her night, the ignorant girl was getting on her nerves.

“Oh Meghan, I’m sure all you’d have to do is ask someone to have sex with you. I’m afraid it’s a lost cause if you intend on waiting.” Her voice was still offhand, but Acacia’s obsidian eyes were still narrowed and the nails of her left hand were drumming on the table in annoyance. As the Alcott girl turned to snatch at a waiter’s tray, the vampire snatched a few tables of colorful ecstasy from the pile of bets in the center of the table. Drugs were filthy, but for this occasion Acacia needed them for something other than getting high. Meghan slammed another vodka tonic down inches from the blue blood’s fingertips and downed two herself. “You should really have learned your lesson is rehab, too much of a good thing equals disaster. But if you intend on returning down the road of destruction, take these for the night.” She flicked the tablets at her enemy with a quick twirl of her fingers and was satisfied to see one smack the girl’s bare throat before plopping into one of her empty glasses. “Aspen, you know Meghan Alcott, yes?” the hostess smirked, hoisting her glass up to take a sip of the Grey Goose infused drink as she daringly introduced her rivals.

[Aspen Rain Bianchi]

“If you consider yourself a VIP, well, I’m sorry but I didn’t noticed you had arrived. And these fine people are not worthless. You should learn to not be quite so rude.”Aspen chuckled as the two humans raced away from her. "I can say what I please, just know that half these people won't even remember where they were in the morning," Aspen says in her giddy, but angelic voice, a voice sounding similar to that of a lullaby. “Filthy, but soon enough your dress will be in the same corner. Unless however you’ve improved at poker overnight.” Acacia tells her, Aspen laughs and then responds to the rather annoying blue blood, "Sorry my dear but, I won't go as far as you," She tells her in a polite tone, meant to nibble a bit on the already irritated Acacia.

Aspen chuckles as she sees two rather-gorgeous looking blue-blooded vampires take a seat, one to the right of her, and one across from her. She rather not get involved with other blue-bloods, at least not now, she isn't ready, they're always looking for something more, a relationship is not something Aspen wants right now. Aspen can tell theat Acacia is threatened, if not enough to have Aspen thrown from her reigns as co-ruler of Duchesne, than enough to be irritated with her. "You're not threatened, are you dahling?" She asks in a very sophisticated manner, as she throws in a few hundreds into the pile of rubble growing in the center of the table. "Shit, one four, and two fives, a three," she sighs as she takes off an earing. She smiles at the young blue-blood across the table, she gives him a flirtacious eye and runs her high-heeled foot up and down his leg. The boy chuckles, and leans closer into the table. "Hello Aspen," He tells her, She sighs and looks away, completely ignoring him, "Too easy," She said under her breath. The boy got this pissed off look on his face and started giving the immortal girls a try. "Cough-don't waste your time-cough," Aspen told the girls as she was about to rise from the table, she wasn't enjoying herself much.

She sighs as the blue blood to her right began lifting his shirt, she rolls her eyes in annoyance. "Why do you bother?" She asks him in a quieted tone. He just smiles and shrugs, "Its just too easy, why not?" He tells her, she lifts an eyebrow and watches as his shirt lifts exposing his steaming-hot body. "Well, have fun with that," She says. “Aspen, you know Meghan Alcott, yes?” She hears Acacia ask her. "Why, no I don't believe I have," She says walking over towards the two girls, one who is clearly a red-blood, 'Is this seriously all she does, is toy with humans,' she thinks to herself. She rather not add wood to the fire, at least not yet. Aspen eyes the girl up and down, from her rather riskay dress, to her black pumps. "The pleasure is all hers I assume," she says in a tone that really means, "No, who the hell is she, she is no one". She sighs and smiles a forced smile at the girl, "Miss Alcott," She says in a tone that implied the insignificance of their meeting.

[Meghan Alcott]

Meghan smiled sweetly, although it was laced through and through with arsenic. Acacia couldn't help but drag Caleb into it, as if she knew that he was Meghan's weakness, and Acacia was no idiot. Unfortunately. "Oh, well, in that case, remind me to tell him to make sure that you two use condoms next time." She said, laughter in her voice. She wasn't about to let Acacia's little barbs get to her. She was looking for a confrontation tonight, for once in her life. "Oh, your boyfriend isn't here? What a shock. Nobody's seen Jared for a while…what did you do, suck the life out of him? Or just his dick? Oh, wait, that was probably what he expected, right?" She smirked, and added, "Also, having a boyfriend hasn't stopped you before, you're just sneakier about it."

"Oh, that's okay. I only sleep with guys that actually like me for something other than what's between my legs. Which, of course, means that I won't be getting any tonight because that's all you want in a guy. And I would feel bad taking someone from you who clearly has the lowest standards in the world." Meghan rocked back on her heels as she finished, feeling a little better. Until the tablets of ecstasy hit her throat and her empty glass. Oh, fuck no she didn't. Meghan thought, eyes narrowing as she glared at Acacia. She simply smashed the glass with the tablet in it against the table, and the answering tinkle of breaking glass resounded through the house. "Aaw, thanks, doll, but I think I can live without it. I've been surviving for this long, and all." She smiled and brushed the glass pieces off the table into her hand, then dumped it into Acacia's nearly full glass of vodka when the other girl set her drink back down. "You should try the ecstasy though, it'd probably make you less of a bitch. Although it probably wouldn't make you any less of a whore, but mostly because that's not possible." Meghan spat, pissed beyond belief.

Meghan allowed Acacia's introduction to distract her for a second. "Aaw, how cute. You're an Acacia wannabe. Aspen and Acacia are both types of trees, and you're both bitches based on what I've seen of you tonight. Only difference is that I like Acacia. She's nicer than you are, and that's saying something." She dismissed the other girl with that, and turned her attention back to the slut queen.

"All right, Acacia. You clearly don't want me here, but it's not exactly like I care. But I'll give you a shot to get what you want," she said, smirking. "If you win this little game, you get access to Caleb, I'll leave you the hell alone tonight, and you can keep your little queen bee status for as long as you can hold it before Little Miss Tree over there tries to hold a coup. You can also say whatever you'd like about me and I'll take it." Meghan smiled. "But if I win…I get to stay tonight, I get to annoy you as much as I damn well feel like, and you stop playing with my brother. Either go out with him, tell him you're not into him that way and want to be friends, or leave him the hell alone if you can't stand either of the first two options." She could see the look on Acacia's face: what Meghan had offered was tempting. "One game of pool. Basic Billiards rules, all that jazz. No cheating. Bank to break."

Meghan smiled, then added, "Oh, and whoever loses has to dye their hair green. Electric, lime green. And they have to maintain the green, no dying it back to their natural color until September." It was an extremely unflattering color on her, and she guessed that it would be just as bad on the other girl. "So?"


((OOC: I got my muse back. XD I hope it's not too soon to bring in the pool challenge, if it is, tell me, and I'll edit it.))

[Acacia Masen]

[DON’T STOP FOR ANYONE]
we’re plastic but we still have fun!

The fact that she was comfortable in her own home prevented Acacia from getting too riled up. Had she been somewhere else where not every single person in the room had come for her she would have angered quicker. But as the situation was, no matter what mud Meghan could sling at her the votes were unanimous. Acacia Masen was still Queen B and everyone knew it. How else could she have pulled off a party this early in the season with such high numbers? The house was jam packed and the blue blood even swore she saw a few of the latest starlets chatting by the infinity pool. So she casually sat sipping her drink, staring Miss. Alcott down, not yet revealing the annoyance brewing under her skin. “I can’t argue with the facts, Meghan.” The beauty snickered as her rival brought up the fact that the vampire was a cheater. It wasn’t even worth a word in objection, Acacia was hard to tie down, she did as she pleased and her relationship with Jared would sadly be no different. Yes, she was loyal to him now, but that could only last so long. “And Jared’s probably not even on Long Island, being on this side of the DJ table was never his cup of tea.” Tilting her head to the side, Acacia frowned, letting it be known how this displeased her.

“I’m sure that’s hard to find, isn’t it? Someone who likes you for you. Oh dear, that has to be one in a million, you don’t give men much to go on, darling.” Poison cut through her words as she looked up at Meghan through thick black lashes, her eyes dancing with mirth. With look of superiority, the cunning little blue blood tossed a handful of ecstasy tablets at the former addict. Before remembering Aspen’s presence and introducing the two catty girls as she went back to her drink. She didn’t even blink when one of her father’s imported crystal tumblers smashed not three inches away from her. “Oh now daddy won’t have a full set.” Acacia cackled, sarcasm all too clear in her words again. She couldn’t help but mock all the daddy’s girls out there, mainly Aspen, who had just rudely dismissed Meghan. “Aspen, I’m quite threatened if you’re insulting my guests, no matter how insignificant. But no matter, Miss. Alcott here is easy to miss in a crowd, save for tonight and that simply scandalous dress. Oh wait, I shouldn’t talk should I? I’m still not wearing one.” Another peal of laughter rose to her lips and quick as a jackrabbit; Acacia was out of her chair, choosing to ignore how splinters of glass had been poured into her drink.

The hostess brushed a few stray crumbs of expensive crystal off her left hand where she had been holding her drink. Picking up her lovely white dress from the back of her chair, Acacia slipped it over her head, sliding into the garment and smoothing out the folds of ivory fabric before buttoning up the front with manicured nails. Poker would have to wait until later. “I’m sure it would make me a little bearable to be around, but then again, where’s the fun in that? You know you live for these little arguments.” A slick smile spread across her glossed lips and moved towards the patio, quickly snatching up another drink from the bar on her way. Acacia twirled the lemon peel around in the pink cosmopolitan and took a perfectly conducted sip. She was sure the other girls would follow so she didn’t bother glancing over her perfectly defined shoulder. After all, she was the same as Meghan; she lived for speed bumps like this.

The red blood’s words floated into her ears as Acacia reached the sparkling pool in the spacious backyard. Oh that was definitely going to set something off in the Bianchi girl. The vixen had collected enough knowledge over the years to realize that when someone identified Aspen as a follower she wasn’t a very happy camper. Especially when they stated she was mimicking Acacia. Sure enough Acacia heard Meghan state all this and more, letting the other blue blood know that in some twisted way she thought Miss. Masen was nicer. The hostess chucked from her perch outside. She began to pick up a rather boring conversation with one of the starlets about the renovations at Barneys in the city but her attention still held on the pair of bitches inside.

Just as Acacia was lowering her eyes and taking another gracious sip of her colorful cosmo, Meghan approached and addressed her again. Her tone made the vampire curious. "All right, Acacia. You clearly don't want me here, but it's not exactly like I care. But I'll give you a shot to get what you want," The younger brunette looked up with a small smile and wrathful, questioning eyes. “Oh really? Now what do you think I want?” Apparently she already knew. The Masen heiress couldn’t help but let surprise color her visage, she hadn’t given Meghan enough credit and maybe the girl paid more attention that she originally thought. “Absolutely anything I like? Would that include contacting your rehab clinic and letting them know you pose a danger to society and have them call everyone you interact with?” She could imagine the possibilities now. “But Caleb has his own mind, and after the Duchesne formals I doubt he’d ever want to see me again.” She wouldn’t give Meghan the satisfaction of her distress so she smirked it off like it was completely ridiculous.

Now came the opposition, what would happen if the Alcott girl won. “Oh but playing with him is so fun.” A pout condensed on her lips though looking at her eyes one could tell Acacia really didn’t feel it. Everything the red blood said was tempting. Now what did she really have to lose? Even if she lost to the girl, tonight would be a snap, Acacia could ignore Meghan, and Caleb would be easy. She had Jared and her friend had backed off completely no texts or anything since the night of the formals. Even if she really wanted him that much it would be simply to use the call and make him her familiar. Not that she would ever do that to him. This would be a cakewalk. Acacia found herself already getting arrogant as she downed the rest of her drink and set it on the railing around the patio.

Unfortunately her happiness hadn’t even lasted a full minute when Miss. Alcott shoved another little detail in. Anger clouded over Acacia’s delicate features like a hurricane over the morning sun.“September. Until school?! Lime green?” One of her hands shook with a mixture of anger and surprise. Her hair was one of those things that couldn’t be messed with. She had to have it perfect at all times and tended to it like all Upper East Side princesses – like it was her own child. On the other hand backing out now would be a sign of weakness, something she really did not want to deal with, not now, not ever. There was only one thing to say to this preposition of a billiard game. “I’m in. You hideous little bitch.” She spit the words at her foe and stomped across the patio back to the French doors. “Follow me then,” The vampire sighed as she stepped through the threshold, her dress flowing behind her as she walked dejectedly towards the game room on the other end of the house that looked over the sprawling Georgica beach. When she approached the massive black mahogany pool table she snatched a cue from the rack and tried her hardest not to break it in two.

[Aspen Rain Bianchi]

“Oh now daddy won’t have a full set.” She heard the immensley annoying voice of Acacia ring off in her ears. Aspen through an icy glare at Acacia, but her mockery is minor in comparison to what she could really do, and Aspen so badly wanted to test that well-controlled part of Acacia. Sure, the girl could throw around words like a potter can clay, but as for action, Aspen's seen nothing.

“Aspen, I’m quite threatened if you’re insulting my guests, no matter how insignificant. But no matter, Miss. Alcott here is easy to miss in a crowd, save for tonight and that simply scandalous dress. Oh wait, I shouldn’t talk should I? I’m still not wearing one.” Aspen spoke quickly and distinctly, "Threatened? Oh sweetheart, If I knew it was that easy, I would have taken your crown long ago, but, I've got my own now though, so don't feel threatened," She says with a playful smile that if read more into would be hinting at the dethroning of miss Acacia, self-proclaimed queen bitch of Duchesne. Aspen chuckled a bit as this Alcott girl decided she was important enough to speak to Aspen without fear.

"Aaw, how cute. You're an Acacia wannabe. Aspen and Acacia are both types of trees, and you're both bitches based on what I've seen of you tonight. Only difference is that I like Acacia. She's nicer than you are, and that's saying something." Aspen grimaced as the girl began, "Acacia wannabe? Really? How false your assumptions are, but I do wonder what you say about yourself, here you are, trying to show Acacia up at her own party, hmmm, it sounds like someone is either threatened, well clearly, or obsessed," Aspen responds raising a perfectly shaped brow and with a tone drowning in spite and knowledge. She couldn't help herself from simply laughing out loud at the rest of what this stupid red-blood has said.

"Nicer... HAH," She chuckled turning to the table picking up her glass, and downing her bombay saphire in one swallow. She ran her bloodred nail polished finger along the perimeter of her lips, wiping away whatever drippage that may have occurred. "So, sweetie, don't think you can say anything you want to me, cause I can pretty much become one of your worst nightmares," She said, throwing a glance at Acacia, the girl may act tough, but we all now just how vulnerable blue-bloods are at this stage.

Aspen watched as the two rather obnoxious girls walk off toward the pool. Her blue-blood ears could hear very well from where she is. Listening in on their conversation, she laughed a bit as the girl came up with a stupid remark about her. She walked quickly over to the two of them, confiscating a vodka cranberry on her way. Sipping it little by little she approached the two. "But if I win…I get to stay tonight, I get to annoy you as much as I damn well feel like, and you stop playing with my brother. Either go out with him, tell him you're not into him that way and want to be friends, or leave him the hell alone if you can't stand either of the first two options." Aspen leaned in closer to this alcott girl, "Obsessed," She sing-songed into the girl's ear. She giggled, still too close to Meghan, but staying put anyhow. "Seriously? That's the best you got? Green hair?" She scoffs rather taken back at their handi-capped version of a good bet. She continued sipping on her alcohol, raising her brows, still mocking them for their inadequacy.

[Meghan Alcott]

Meghan watched Acacia exit the room, hips swaying dangerously in that white dress. She rolled her eyes. No matter what, she had to admit that the other girl had style. The little viper that she'd been left with decided to open her mouth and unleash yet another round of insults. Meghan smiled as her eyes darkened with anger. "Oh, Acacia and I have an understanding. I wear the slutty dress, but she does the slutty things. It's worked well for us far before you came along, sweetie," she said, treating the girl as though she was no more than an annoying six-year-old. "So trust me, I'm not trying to show her up because that's not possible. And trust me, I'm not threatened. Acacia reminds me of…me. As she should, considering that she was hand picked by me to be the next queen bee of Duchesne. Except she tends to behave better. Don't push me, doll, you'll regret it. Everyone else who's ever tried it has ended up wishing they hadn't. So eat your heart out." She snapped.

She turned on her heel, only to hear the voice speak again, dripping with poison. "Oh, I've already lived through my worst nightmare. And it was worse than I ever imagined, or than you probably have the mental capability to comprehend." Meghan spoke slowly, clearly insulting the other girl's intelligence, then her ability to play with the big girls. "The little girl's table is over there, if you want to go play with your Barbie dolls. If you keep trying to mess with me, you'll be stuck there for the rest of your existence, if not longer." There were a few of the crowd that remembered her from her Duchesne days, and remembered that no matter what: she was Meghan fucking Alcott. No one, no one, could get away with dissing her that much. People visibly paled and started to step back from the younger girl, realizing that it wouldn't be wise to throw their lot in with the wannabe. Whatever her name was, anyway. Aspen.

She spun on her heel and went after Acacia, leaving murmurs and whispers in her wake. Many had fear in their eyes, others admiration, and a few looked happy to see her back and ready for action. Tree girl seemed a little stunned that Meghan had that much fight in her, and always would be able to throw down at any time. Meghan told Acacia her proposal, then smiled at her reaction. She said nothing, merely looked at the other girl with her eyebrows raised. Acacia knew that it would be a sign of weakness to refuse, and that was unacceptable, of course. Acacia agreed, of course, pissed because of the corner she had been backed into.

And then Aspen showed her face again. She sighed, then said, "Look, tiny tree girl. If you don't back up, I swear to God that you will not like what happens. And what will happen involves me being very annoyed and breaking your face." Meghan hadn't been wasting her time for the last two years. She was a second-degree black belt, and working on getting her third degree. "And your lack of caring about the green hair shows how you are clearly not one of us. The royalty of the Upper East Side. Because if you were, you would know exactly how embarrassing and horrible it will be for whichever one of us loses. So which businessman has the misfortune of claming you as his bastard daughter?" She asked, didn't wait for an answer and sashayed off after Acacia. It had effectively shut up the bitchy girl.

Meghan found Acacia annoyed, holding a pool cue. "Oh, the hair goes green tonight, by the way. As in, we're going to the nearest drugstore and buying the dye, then coming back and doing it. So, shake on it. All of my terms and conditions are agreed to, correct?" She extended a hand, ignoring the crowd of people starting to surround the table. After Acacia shook, glaring, Meghan went over to the rack and took down a cue, then ran her hands over it. It wasn't quite balanced. She put it back, then repeated it a few times until she found a cue that was almost perfect. Right weight, length, and the balance was almost impeccable. She glanced at Acacia, who was visibly chafing at the delay. Good. She quickly racked the balls tightly, then lifted the triangle off and put it on the shelf. She took the cue ball and put it away from the triangle, then shot. It bounced off the rail on the opposite end of the table, then rolled back. "Damn," she whispered, praying for it to stop. Had she hit it just a tad too hard? No, for it stopped, leaving maybe a quarter of a centimeter of distance between the white ball and the red felt of the bank. "Beat it, Acacia. Or should I just break now?" There was no possible way for the other girl to get it any closer without hitting the near rail, which would involve Meghan breaking, no matter what. She smirked, pleased, then tried to judge just how intoxicated she was, after her five and a half drinks. She'd be just fine, for that was the equivalent of a warm up for her. Acacia had no idea what she was in for. Perfect. She looked at the other girl, waiting for a signal as to what was going to happen next.

921 Words ((OOC: Anna, is the small god mod-ing okay? I can edit if you want, but I figured for something as small as a handshake, it'd probably be okay. Let me know))

[Acacia Masen]

[DON’T STOP FOR ANYONE]
we’re plastic but we still have fun!

‘I’m still high, I’m sky high and I dare anybody to try and cut my wings…’ Page and Drake’s concoction of a song drifted from the sound system and in the billiards room of her summer mansion. Acacia wished precisely that, that no one had cut her wings. She hefted a pool cue in her claw of a right hand and she drifted around the room waiting for Meghan, looking like the picture of beauty, wealth and superiority as she waited. She wasn’t about to let one little red blood get to her. But the Alcott family was trouble, maybe because they were so closely associated with the Masens or maybe not. Aspen’s petty words still echoed in her diamond encrusted ears. “No one is about to steal my throne, not yet.” She smiled at her quiet comment, the poison evident in her low voice. She was hot and the city was in her control and she knew it. With her sensitive hearing the thorny queen caught her rivals’ entire stand off out in the other room. Hilarious, how Miss. Bianchi being around caused her and Meghan to warm up to each other. Then again, they were on top and bitches needed to stick together when insulted.

Lips pursed, the hostess rolled her eyes as she caught one of the more interesting comments from the Alcott girl. “Oh, no one else stood a chance, Meghan, remember that little detail?” She snickered after her loud message was delivered to the red blood in regards to her queen B comments. Of course the raven haired heiress was truly pissed at the challenge presented before her, but she had to admit that Aspen and Meghan’s argument was rather amusing. Now she could fully enjoy the rest of her guests. The music was still thumping through the richly decorated house so Acacia laid her pool cue against the wall and started grinding up against a nearby boy. After a moment Acacia laughed, she hadn’t realized it until now but the certain red blood she had chosen to dance with was actually one of her human familiars. How ironic. She really did have too many to count.

“I’m still high, I’m sky high,” she sang seductively to the boy as she waited for her old friend to come for their billiard game, apparently Aspen was thoroughly tying her up. “Monumental disaster,” the Masen vixen called in accord with Meghan’s explanation as to what harm green hair would do to an Upper East Side Princess. She danced for a few more moments before the scandalously clad Miss. Alcott materialized at her side. “There’s a CVS on East High Street.” Acacia stated smugly with a slutty smirk as a chaser as she broke from her man candy of the moment. Acacia shook hands swiftly with her rival – or should we say shook claws? – and then with a glare the game was on.

The blue blood watched hand on attractive hip as the red blooded girl racked the balls up after taking her sweet time finding a pool cue. “Apparently we have to invest in a new set,” Acacia scoffed when Meghan went through more than two pool cues. Finally the human shot the cue, failing to break them. This brought a delighted laugh from Acacia’s flawless lips. “Oh easily.” Her wind chime voice ghosted into the air after Meghan challenged her to beat it. The ball was dangerously close to the rail, but with a vampire’s signature agility and flexibility, the hostess positioned herself around the corner of the table and poked at the ball with enough force for a direct shot. The colorful balls scattered. Aristocratic chin in the air the blue blood watched with arrogance as a striped sphere plopped into the corner pocket. Oh she didn’t have a doubt in the world that Meghan would by dyeing her hair green by the end of the night.

[Meghan Alcott]

Meghan smirked as Acacia broke. "Apparently, someone doesn't understand the concept of lag to break," she said, sauntering over to where the cue ball lay on the felt. "But that's okay. I don't particularly like having the rule book thrown at me, so I'll let it go. And I have solids if you've got stripes, Acacia, so move." She snapped. She picked up a cube of blue chalk, rubbed a bit of it on the tip of her cue, then smiled deviously. "Oh, by the way? That's the last time you'll shoot tonight, dollface." She took the cue in her steady hands, said clearly, "Red ball, corner pocket," and shot, landing the ball securely in the pocket. "Blue ball, left side pocket." And so it began, with Meghan sinking every single ball that she called out.

And then it was down to the eight ball, and she smiled. "Well, I'm feeling the need to have some fun with this one. So I'm going to ricochet it off this bank, and then into the corner pocket," she shot as soon as the last word left her mouth, and it did exactly what she wanted it to. Until it got to the pocket she'd designated and stopped right on the edge. "Damn," she sighed, a smidge disappointed. And then it fell into the pocket, landing on the other balls with a a solid clink. "AAH!" She squealed in delight. "Hey, Acacia, are you loving the bet right now? Cause I am!" She gloated, feeling completely at peace. Of course, she wasn't expecting Acacia to be happy about having to dye her hair green, but that wasn't her fault. "Your car or mine, darling? And do you want before and after pics?" She dissolved into laughter, then leaned against the edge of the table.

Meghan knew that it was bad to gloat, but there was no way she was letting this opportunity escape her. Sucked for Acacia. "Oh, you know what, we'll take my car, because then everyone can see us better. Everyone notices a black Porsche SUV. And they'll start talking already, which is better, right?" Later, she might feel bad for being this mean, but for now…she was good with how she was going. She grabbed the other girl's wrist and pulled her along behind, heading for the front door and her car. Oh, the fun they would have. She unlocked her car with a loud honk of the horn, then opened her own door and hopped up behind the wheel. "Get in, Acacia. It'll be over before you know it." She cranked the tunes playing - Lady Gaga - and rolled the windows down, feeling the car vibrate with the beats of the music. "Or are you backing out? Cause we shook on it, you know. So get in the fucking car before I get out and throw your ass in the car." She drummed her long nails on the wheel, staring down the other girl. She'd cave. She'd already lost, she wasn't going to back out of a deal because it'd be an even bigger show of weakness. "I'm getting older here," she snapped, impatient.

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[Acacia Masen]

[DON’T STOP FOR ANYONE]
we’re plastic but we still have fun!

The vixen’s eyes rolled like one of James Bond’s cars. She could care less what the rules of billiards were, this was the way her and Alaric played all the time. She just wanted to get this over with and out of the way. She knew she couldn’t possibly loose and she really wanted to sneak away to call Jared and whine at why he wasn’t present at her fabulous house party. “Whatever.” She snapped, the barbs hardly audible in her voice, this really wasn’t proving to be something to hold Acacia’s attention for long. “Gladly,” came another one word answer from the blue blood’s glossed pout at Meghan’s rude version of ‘excuse me’. She stepped away from the pool table and leaned against the adjacent wall, an indifferent, lip-pursing expression sprawled across her visage. “Again, I say whatever.” She replied to another one of Meghan’s smarmy comments. Unfortunately the horrid red blood was correct and slowly her immortal opposition’s expression morphed into a look of utter rage.

It felt like her insides were on fire, the burning was so intense Acacia’s vision clouded momentarily as Meghan started a little rant as to how she would expertly sink the eight ball. “Fucking cow.” The vampire muttered, raising her chin in the air, prepared to loose with arrogance. Then the ball teetered on the edge of the pocket and Acacia moved forward for her supposed second shot of the game, as if that shiny menace would fall, not on her watch. Apparently, Miss. Masen’s watch needed new batteries. She heard the clink before her eyes registered that the sphere had fallen in. But then a stream of profanities snaked out of the pretty little mouth and the younger brunette had to again strongly resist snapping the pool cue in two.

“Oh aren’t you just on cloud nine.” Acacia shot her venom coated words at the girl wrapped in sarcasm and hatred. “Get off your high horse, you’re lucky I’m even going to follow through.” Her words caused a grimace to dawn on her lips, as if she had just fully realized the consequences of loosing. “Especially the Caleb aspect… Why do you Alcotts make everything so damn difficult?” The Masen heiress had had just about enough of the entire situation. Yes, she was going to ride with Meghan to the CVS and buy some hair dye. Yes, she was going to come back home and let the bitch torture her. Oh, and then she was going to put her Mutatio to use and only switch to green when the elder Alcott was around. Who cared if she heard anything from people, seeing was believing after all. Abusing her powers for personal gain was Acacia’s specialty.

“So I’m assuming no one would notice a Cayman S?” This brought Acacia’s eyes around in another roll. Meghan was so silly sometimes it was a wonder she ever thought of her as a friend. Wait, hello? No, no. The blue bloo9d assured herself, Meghan was not a friend. Anyone who forced lime green hair on another – especially the face of the Upper East Side – was nothing short of an enemy. The topic of torture hardly felt the red blood’s vice grip on her tiny wrist as she was tugged along towards the front entrance again. Spotting one of her blue blooded friends Acacia spoke up for the first time since the billiard room. “Make sure no one wrecks anything, won’t you?” she asked in a highly exasperated tone of voice. Seeing a confident nod from the trusted blonde, Acacia snatched her hand back, determined to leave her own party with some dignity.

It took a solid minute before the vampire steeled the pride to jump in the passenger seat of Meghan’s SUV. She’d run from things like this before, even things that meant more than just being humiliated socially at her folly. “Oh fuck you, I’m in. I’m sure if I backed out now I would never hear the end of it. Unless of course I fled the country. Besides, you’d never be able to chuck me in this hunk of metal, it would be hilarious to see you try.” Then another thought even more tragic shimmied into her mind. Caleb. “Oh! What am I going to say to Jared?!” she screeched as they pulled up in front of the CVS. Since she hadn’t even put her seatbelt on, Acacia merely sat there in self pity for a moment before she slid out of the car, determined to face the beast that was hair color.

[Meghan Alcott]

Meghan smiled evily as she heard the sudden stream of cussing slide out of Acacia's mouth. The profanities didn't really bother her, but she couldn't help herself; she had to make another dig. "Aaw, Acacia, do you want me to buy some soap when we're getting the dye? That way, we can wash out your mouth after your hair is all perfectly lime green." She didn't even laugh, and somehow, her eyes stayed perfectly serious. For about five seconds. Then she chortled with glee. "You are just so excited, aren't you?" She pushed it. Acacia would freak sooner or later; wait for it.

"We Alcotts make everything difficult because we can. And you're one to complain, dollface," she said sweetly before adding, "I think more people would say that you've made life just a lot worse than 'difficult' before. So suck it up." Meghan was in no mood for Acacia's self-pitying. Once upon a time, she'd have accepted this complaint, but not tonight. "And it'll be good for you to get over yourself. So perhaps you should stop acting like you're on your fucking arabian stallion and be nice. At least my high horse is a shetland pony when compared to yours," Meghan stated with a stifled laugh.

"No, they'd notice it. And they'd know it was yours, and know that I was riding along. Mine...they'll know it's mine, and for some odd reason, the Princess Acacia Masen of has-lots-of-sex-land, is riding in a car that is not hers." She ignored the insinuation that she was stupid. She was better at thinking it through than Acacia. "So yeah, we're taking my car. It'll stand out better against your green hair, love." She smiled sweetly and kept pulling her towards the doorway.

"Don't push me, Acacia. And yeah, I can, and might throw you in my SUV." She took a second and patted the steering wheel lovingly before saying, "You're not a hunk of junk, baby," to the car. "Mostly, all I'd have to watch out for are your super long talons. Which, by the way, how does Jared hide the wounds and the scars from you two fucking all night? Cause I'm guessing that those leave a lot of marks. But then again, they're probably a point of pride...a visible sign that the person with the scars got lucky with Acacia Masen. Wow." She smirked. That had quite likely been way out of line, but at the moment, she didn't care. She revved the engine before Acacia jumped in and she squealed the tires as she headed to the CVS.

On arrival, Acacia finally realized that her 'boyfriend' might have a problem with the hair color. "Honestly, I don't really care what you're going to say to Jared to explain this one. But can I be there to see his face?" She choked out as she started laughing. She slid out of her car, closely followed by Acacia and she hit the lock button and the car gave a loud honk to signal that it was locked up nice and tight. Once inside the CVS, she headed for the haircare part of the store. There were rows on rows of dye, and she started browsing through the brightly colored dye. When she found one that said it had everything and was permanent (until it faded out, of course) she grabbed two boxes. Just in case Acacia thought it might work to throw a box out of the window.

She glanced at the line for the checkout, then at the ceiling and walls. What, they were too lazy to install security cameras? Meghan was sorely tempted to just take them and walk out, but she couldn't afford any more crap from the cops. Then she saw another light flick on, showing that there was another line open now. She pulled Acacia along behind her to the line, showed the cashier the two boxes of dye, and threw a fifty dollar bill at the girl and walked out. Good. They had the dye. "Ready for your makeover, Acacia? Are you sure you don't want before and after pictures? Cause I'm thinking it would be a good idea." She pulled out her camera phone and snapped a picture of the Masen heiress in front of the CVS with a pissed off pout on her face. "Gorgeous!" She exclaimed as she unlocked her car. Then she opened the passenger side door and picked up Acacia and dumped her in unceremoniously. "Yeah, like I said, I can throw your ass in my car," she pointed out happily and slammed the door.

Meghan slid herself into the driver's seat and hit the lock button for all the doors and windows. So close...she wasn't about to let Acacia escape the green hair now. She sped back to the mansion and unlocked the car, allowing the other girl to escape. "Lead me to your bathroom. Or rather, I suppose any sink will do. But a bathroom might be better than a kitchen sink, less people walking in on you and stuff." She wasn't about to let Acacia out of this bet, but she would be nice and not try to completely embarass her before the color had even set. And it would be better to have Acacia somewhere where she couldn't escape easily. Or, if this got ugly when it got down to it, somewhere that not everyone would be gawking at the show.

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[Acacia Masen]

[DON’T STOP FOR ANYONE]
we’re plastic but we still have fun!

“I swear to god if a bar of soap comes within inches of my face I’ll slit your throat.” Her gaze was as dark as the inside of a casket buried six feet into the earth. She could almost literally kill with her eyes alone. “Grumbling a few more profanities for good measure as a way to release the steam building in her head. “Your lucky I’m letting you do this to me. Far luckier that you could even imagine.” The immortal turned her nose up at the dark parking lot through the tinted window of the lit SUV and one of her lithe hands flicked out to pop the solid black door open. “Oh dear, do you fall under that category?” She suddenly questioned with a devilish smile that leaked enough poison to kill an army. “Have I made your life worse?” These words were followed with a sickly falsified pout and look of utter, heart wrenching devastation. Angel of Deception, for sure. And then the heavenly presence ignored Meghan’s four legged mammal comment and slipped from the vehicle, the picture of stomach-turning grace.

Her stilettos clacked briefly on the pavement as she exited but that small sound was eclipsed by the shrill sound of the pixie figure slamming the car door as the red blood voiced that the almighty vampire shouldn’t push her. Unfortunately Acacia still heard that horrifying voice through the SUV, even as she stood in the warm summer night. The blue blood had been leaning against the slick black paint job of her rival’s ride so she had time to reflect on their petty conversation, remembering what the human had stated about Jared. She twirled around and flung the heavy door back open to stare Meghan down. “You’re sick, you really are. Accusations of me being twisted and diabolical are certainly considered ludicrous now aren’t they? When compared to you, at least. My, oh my you should hear yourself.” Like shiny obsidian fire her eyes flamed in their famed way. And then she slammed the door shut again. Meghan could go to hell, she’d probably fit in much better there in her skanky red dress than here outside a CVS.

Pumps snapping on the concrete, the unlikely pair made their way into the drug store, drawing the few visages present to peer at them curiously. High society never shopped in drug stores. In the unlikely even they needed something from one, they sent the staff. The vixen, unable to walk any farther into the hideous place halted her finessed walk of pride at the front entryway, pretending to be insanely fascinated with the decaying ceiling tiles all the while completely ignoring Meghan Alcott. It was as if she hadn’t even come into the damned store with her. Sadly, her Upper East Side Manhattan air of sophistication ended there as the red blooded hands of her enemy dragged her in line behind her. Oh, if only she could show the girl who she was truly messing with. Then the vice grip on her immortal wrists would seem like the tension of a blade of grass. However even Calixte knew the consequences of killing a human, she told herself that was why she wouldn’t do it, but really she simply wouldn’t be able to harm Miss. Alcott with her full strength on a sickening, fond level. Acacia wanted to vomit.

Furious expression still in place on her gleaming red pout, Acacia stared blankly at the air before her. She ignored – with some stressed difficulty – Meghan’s next words and only looked up at the girl with her black fire when a camera phone was snapped in her flawless face. “Ridiculous.” Was the only sound reverberating from the heiress’s angelic mouth as they exited the building and ghosted across the lot back to the SUV. “Hah!” Acacia voiced rather loudly as she was dumped spontaneously into the passenger seat. Now she was furious, little Miss. Hot Shit wasn’t going to get away with that. As the intolerable girl made her way over to the driver’s side – disgusting boxes of dye in hand – the brunette minx brought her tiny hand down roughly on the dash board sound system control center, cracking the Bose emblem as well as the whole contraption. That was going to be expensive to fix.

Smirking, Miss. Masen debated throwing her headrest through the front windshield. No, that would cause far too much trouble for one night. Not that the crafty vixen was against a conflict, it was just the Meghan was unfortunately her ride home and there was no way she was going to use her velox to run back to her family mansion in this heat. As subject of torment, Acacia remained uncharacteristically quiet over the drive back to the luxurious beach house, mentally preparing herself to not go completely bat-shit when her hair miraculously turned color within the next hour. As a vampire she could throw a serious tantrum. Her personality didn’t help, and there were too many red bloods at her little party to risk that kind of exposure, not to mention the millions upon millions of dollars in damage she would inflict on her own Hampton home.

As they pulled back into the circular drive of the Masen place, the immortal girl exited the cage of a vehicle smoothly, erasing all emotion from her face. As if she was attending her own funeral. Following her tormenter into the spacious home, Acacia took the lead with little more than a “Fuck you Meghan Alcott,” scowling as she slithered through the airy home and into a guest bathroom on the first floor behind the kitchen. “Alaric’s room is on the second floor, third door on the left. Go get one of his shirts so I don’t get your green poison on my dress.” She ordered the red blood, twirling around and perching on the edge of the claw-foot porcelain bathtub. Ceremoniously, the vixen ran her thin fingers through her magnificent, shimmering raven locks, separating the ringlets into perfect mahogany locks. It was as if she were sending her only child off to war. Meghan had already left, flitting happily to find one of the older Masen’s garments so Acacia was safe to sulk in private for now. Wait, She thought, an idea forming in her mind. What if she used her powers of deception to fool Meghan into thinking she had already died the mix’s hair? No, that wouldn’t work; it would take too much effort to cover her ass that fast never mind the simple task of trashing the boxes of hair color. The vampire was chanting mentally to herself that she’d deal with all of this later when Meghan returned.

(OOC: 1, 118 words. Don't blame me for being proud =) Ace's muse is back!)

[Meghan Alcott]

Meghan chose to ignore Acacia's rude words of insults as the two made their way inside and out of the store. She would need to save her energy for the battle she knew she faced later. Getting Acacia to dye the hair would most certainly be a time consuming and unpleasant task. She didn't even flinch at the cracked sound system. "Darn. Well, I have been wanting a new car. I don't really think my odds of getting the smell of skank out of that seat are good. Daddy will just let me do it so I'll stop annoying him and leave him to do his work." She shrugged her slender shoulders elegantly, refusing to let Acacia's pettiness get to her.

Meghan smiled sweetly as the curse slid out of Acacia's slick mouth. "Aaw, really, you want to fuck me? I'd say that I'm touched, but I'd rather not be by you. Your brother, on the other hand...Well, that's a series of stories not meant for those of us who aren't legally adults yet. Talk to me in a year or two and I'll consider letting you hear about it." Meghan and Alaric hadn't done so much lately, but there were a few nights in their past where things had been absolutely exquisite. There were nights in his apartment, both of them intoxicated beyond belief, laying on twisted, sweat-soaked sheets as his hands traced her skin and made her moan his name. There were days in the back of vehicles with darkly tinted windows, praying that nobody would notice the cries coming from the vehicle. Or at the very least, that nobody would come over to check things out. And there were a few instances of outrunning the cops as a result of some indecent exposure and disturbing the peace. "I have no idea how your brother ended up with you for his sister. He's much nicer. And probably better in bed," she said, "although I don't want to find out for certain if that's all right with you." They had made their way to the bathroom as she spoke, and she then made her way to Alaric's bedroom.

Opening one of the closets, she pulled out a white shirt on a hanger. She pressed it to her nose and noted that it still smelled like him. God, who was acting like a lovestruck girl now? One Meghan Alcott, guilty as charged.After further thought, she grabbed one for herself. If Acacia decided to put up a fight, she'd rather not ruin this dress, she actually liked it. She forced herself to shut the door and return quickly to the bathroom, where she flung one of the shirts at Acacia. "Sooner we get it over with, the sooner you can go back to your normal life. And hiding your hair under hats for the rest of the summer," Meghan pointed out. Her fingers quickly did up the buttons on her own shirt, and then she caught the look Acacia gave her. "Oh, yeah, I decided it might not be a bad idea if you decided to put up a fight about this. But that's okay, right? I mean, only one of us needs green hair here, and it's not me."

She opened one of the boxes, pulling out the gloves that came with it and reading the directions. She opened the peroxide bottle and said, "Come here. I'll try to keep it off of your scalp. Having peroxide burns sucks," she said. She knew it from experience; once she'd bleached her hair to a lighter brown, but it had taken a very long time, and she'd been in a great deal of pain. She gently poured some of the peroxide into her gloves, then applied it go Acacia's hair in sections, attempting to keep it from getting too close to her scalp. She was being a bit of a bitch with this, the least she could do was try to make it as painless for the other girl as possible. How remarkably...kind...for Meghan, anyways.

[Acacia Masen]

Terror streaked through the dark depths of the vampire’s eyes as Meghan Alcott’s slim frame shimmied in through the open bathroom door again. Fuck, this was it. Her beautiful hair… Acacia absently reached out to stroke one ebony ringlet, the lock curling smoothly around itself in a loose fashion. This was it, in the next half hour that same bunch of hair that sat atop her stunning visage would be a brilliant green, or rather, an atrocious green. The chanting had gone silent in her head, there was no more time for self assurances, and this was it. Oh if her pride were only a tad less, she would be able to shamefully run out of the room and never be seen by Meghan’s mousy eyes ever again. Fuck it. This was what Mutatio was really for, when it came down to it.

The shirt was just about to smack Acacia’s pretty little nose when her left hand swiped out and caught it mid-flight. Standing from her perch on the edge of the claw-footed tub, the vixen slid the old white T-shirt over her head and pulled it over her light summer dress, smelling the maid’s favourite brand of laundry detergent and the musky cologne smell of Alaric’s closet. “Who says I’ll even be out to do the hiding?” Acacia mumbled, a curse trailing the end of her sentence off.

As the wretched Alcott girl buttoned one of Alaric’s shirts onto her own frame, her blue blooded enemy allowed one dark eyebrow to rise curiously. Unfortunately Meghan’s explanation wasn’t as elaborate and outrageous as she expected. “Darling, that’s the closest you’re getting to Alaric and you know it. You’re probably just revelling in the moment.” Acacia sniffed her words, the syllables drifting off her lips like noxious gas. A comment such as that required an icy stare, not to mention eye contact, but the Masen heiress couldn’t exactly muster that feat at the moment when a box of hair dye was being opened right before her eyes. Sighing for the umpteenth time that evening, the beauty moved her depressed form onto the floor so she could kneel with her back to the tub. Another awful word was shot in Meghan’s direction as the blue blood gathered her luscious hair in her hand for the last time before tossing it over the edge of the bathtub, arching her back so her locks were stroking the porcelain bottom of the tub. “I swear your making me die a little inside you fucking bitch.” Even that insult was mumbled in miserable soprano vocals.

Acacia Masen closed her eyes and pictured herself dying as the wench’s hands trickled through her hair, applying the vile serum. Twenty minutes later and she was rinsed, unwilling to remove her slender neck from resting on the edge of the bath.