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[oliver dante lefebvre]

coming here was a mistake. a big mistake. greece was amazing, with its perfect weather, gorgeous beaches and even more gorgeous women. ollie found himself not wanting to leave at all, the thought of returning to school was repulsive. why would anyone go back there when there was this? ollie mused over this as he slowly made his way to the big bonfire, or at least one of the big bonfires. this week had truly been amazing and filled with party after party, all with entertaining themes or little twists to them that made them more fun than just getting drunk with your friends from school. although ollie was always up for that too. and somebody had told him that he absolutely had to be there tonight for a big bonfire and he wasn't one to pass up an opportunity for a good party which was why his legs were carrying him in the direction of the mass of people and the already blazing bonfire that had taken up a place on the beach shore. they were hard to miss and the party was obviously already in full swing with people all around, red plastic cups present in just about everyone's hand.

and one of those cups was the first thing ollie grabbed as he came into the crush of people that had made their place on the shore. some guy who he faintly recognized handed him the cup full of beer and he brought it to his lips, taking a good look around as he swallowed the alcohol. it shot down his throat with a small warming sensation that was so familiar to the boy. last year he had had more than his fair share of booze and he wasn't planning on stopping that trend this year. ollie was smart enough to never get himself super trashed, usually just mildly. there were a few close calls, a few mornings where he woke up somewhere unfamiliar and truly could not remember what happened the night before. but then he'd just call maryse, his sister, and get her to come pick him up. like the rest of his family cared. his parents were never home and he had so many siblings that the few nannies they still had could barely keep a handle on half of them. that meant that ollie could slip in and out of the house unnoticed, which was both pleasing and disappointing. but it certainly allowed his partying lifestyle to continue to thrive, so he had yet to complain. not that anyone would notice if he did. only once ahd he been caught, when he drunkenly brought a girl home to their house and ended up screwing her in his parents room. not on their bed - they didn't quite make it there. but they both fell asleep only to be awoken by his mother coming home. he had found it so ironic, the one time his mother decides to show up, he needed her gone. but even then she hadn't been that angry and had just told them to get out so she could sleep. ollie had been expecting some repercussions from his mother but instead had just been told to respect his parents' room and practice safe sex. what a role model she was.

the memory of that night and a bunch of others flooded his mind as he strolled away from the large mass of people that surrounded the bonfire. plenty of people recognized him and he said his hellos and such, but really his mind was elsewhere. absentmindedly his blue eyes scanned the crowd, looking for someone to entertain himself with that night. he had been in greece for about five nights and was finding that right around now he was running out of new or interesting people to hang out with. that was the only downfall of the vacation, the setting was gorgeous, but it was still the same people. the same guys he was buddies with, the same girls he had slept with. sure there were a few natives who had joined the crowd, but ollie had already gotten plenty friendly with them, or at least the ones worth getting to know. and as far as he was concerned, nobody there really called for a report performance or an encore. which meant, he realized with annoyance, that it meant he might be the only one in his bed tonight. nah, that wasn't going to happen. he wouldn't let it, or so he told himself as he sat down on a long log that had been placed on the beach as a form of seating. there were a few people milling around him but ollie took little note of them as he took another swig of his beer. now all he had to do was wait for things to get interesting.

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[brigitte freja austerlitz]

it was brigitte's first bonfire, her first event as a part of santa croce, and she really was rather excited about the whole thing. after all, how long had she been waiting for this? four years, at least, ever since lillian had started, then every year her siblings left for school, bringing all their stories and gossip home with them. well, aaliyah had started this year too, but bri hardly counted her as family. she was embarrassing, honestly; if she didn't look so much like the rest of them, bri would have sworn she was some sort of illegitimate child. still, tonight wasn't about her. the past few days had been all about the austerlitz's, all about preparing for this party. brigitte had been busy enjoying the parent free freedom of her hotel suite, enjoying the local luxury and trailing around after lillian whilst she organised things. this was a big night for her oldest sister. she was in her final year, and she wanted it to be memorable. bri definitely understood that, even if certain other family members didn't.

so far the evening had been filled with all sorts of interesting people, but strangers, that she knew nothing about. lots of them flocked over to her sister, fawning about the party and generally being suck ups, whilst others had a lot more grace about it. once the party started, brigitte didn't stick around her sister for long - that would make both of them look like losers. instead she wandered off, occasionally talking to people who either remembered her from some long ago and vaguely familar family function, or recognised the characteristic looks and family resemblance that all the austerlitz's carried. so she made some small talk with them, all the while taking in the atmosphere of the gathering. similarly to her sisters, she had opted for a white dress, which wrapped around her thin torso nicely. she'd gotten the dress slightly too small, so she had the incentive to fit into it when she realised she didn't fit into it. but it was an incentive she didn't really need.

she didn't 'party' much; the few she'd been to had been rather demure, and she wasn't one who found much enjoyment in the whole scene. the fact that once you were drunk you were no longer in control of yourself freaked out miss control-freak austerlitz, and as a result she hardly drank much, save for a couple of glasses of champagne at whatever lavish family event was on. so it was easy to say that she was a bit of a light weight when it came to alcohol. typically, she hadn't realised how much she'd had until she'd gotten tipsy. there was those couple of glasses of champagne back at the hotel before the party; then those interestingly fruity, sugary cocktail concoctions that were far too easy to drink. the fact she was drinking on an empty stomach made it worse.

right now, bri was wandering down the beach and wondering why she was finding it so difficult to walk. she was good at walking in heels, even in the sand, but for some reason now she was having more difficulty. obviously she was getting quite a lot drunker than she realised. she pushed her way through the crowd of people on the shore around the bonfire, getting seriously disorientated in the process. she got pushed around, groped a couple of times, it was too close and she was just generally freaking out. brigitte wasn't used to this. someone pushed a plastic cup into her hands, but she finally managed to make her way through the crowd and into empty space where she could breathe again.

brigitte cautiously sipped her drink, realising it was beer. her head was spinning and all she wanted to do was sit down before she fell over or something. she made her way unsteadily over to the log that had been set up for seating, and thankfully there weren't that many people around. bri sat down carefully, looking at her drink for a moment before carefully settling it on the ground. she then proceeded to pull her shoes off, carelessly tossing the four hundred dollar heels on the sand. like she cared; everything was replaceable anyway. now she was out here she felt slightly better, but she put her head on her knees, long hair tumbling down over her legs, still trying to steady herself.

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[oliver dante lefebvre]

the austerlitzes had really outdone themselves this time. all the big old money families took turns throwing the back to school/end of summer bash and this time it was the austerlitz's turn. it hadn't been the lefebvre's turn for a couple of years, he vaguely remembered his mom mentioning that it was their job to host it next year. well that ought to be good, seeing as how his mother would have all these grand ideas for it and start all these projects but never finish anything. and then his siblings, the older ones, would come in and fix things. put it all right. that was at least how things usually ended up happening, or so ollie had realized. this thought alone was enough to depress him slightly so he brought that plastic cup back up to his lips and took a large swallow. he needed the liquid to work its magic, loosen him up and put his mind at ease. most people saw him as this big playboy ass, but that wasn't really ollie. it wasn't all a lie, he was like that. but only parts of him. only problem was that he had to amplify those parts if he wanted to be known as anything besides "one of the lefebvres." it wasn't quite that he needed to constantly be in the spotlight or to be some infamous person. he just wanted not to be overshadowed by his siblings and be completely unknown and unrecognized. and thus far he felt as though he had done a decent enough job of that.

the fresh and cool breeze from the sea blew onto him and woke him up slightly from his mildly depressed stupor. god, he had to shake this off. he was at an amazing party with a ton of people. granted most of the girls he had already slept with. but hey, that's what encores were for, right? yeah, he told himself, that was a good idea. but it just didn't seem to sit well on his mind. he wanted more than something he had already had. what he needed was fresh meat. there was something about that thrill of the chase that was more intoxicating than most drugs or alcohol. that was a lot of what ollie enjoyed about women. i mean, there was the whole physical aspect of it, which was incredibly enticing as well. but there was something about figuring out what attracted a girl, because they were all different. maybe not incredibly different, but what worked for some didn't for others. so ollie enjoyed figuring out which role to play in order to get that girl in his room. sometimes it wasn't too terribly difficult and that took a lot of the fun out of it. he was still a very hormonal teenage boy, so he always enjoyed it. but sometimes he needed the mental as well as the physical stimulation.

alright, really. he needed to get his ass up and back to the party. he was being lame and a total downer, sitting there on a log and drinking by himself. he turned his head to look out towards the beach, his blue eyes searching for something. he wasn't quite sure what, but he felt certain he would realize it when he found it. his eyes did settle on a pair out on the shore, a girl and a guy, their figures clearly defined against the dark of the night. slowly he recognized the guy, it was his old friend, alessio. that kid just had one of those airs about him that was so distinct you could tell who he was from far away. but the girl, this blonde chick, he didn't recognize her. but he noticed the puff of smoke coming from their lips and his nose automatically wrinkled in disgust. he didn't mind people who smoked that much, if they wanted to slowly kill themselves, they could. but he had no personal taste for it. especially when girls smoked and then tried to make out with him. just gross. it felt like he was kissing an ash tray and that was enough to make any chase unpleasant.

ollie's thoughts were gladly interrupted by a blonde figure somewhat staggering towards him. as she approached ollie realized he didn't quite recognize her but it was easy to tell she was one of the austerlitzes. that family had such clear physical traits, that blonde hair and their soft yet somehow striking faces. you could spot one in a crowd easily, and somehow ollie felt sure that would please the adult austerlitzes. but he forgot about them as he focused on the girl who seemed, to be honest, to be having quite some trouble walking. well, it was possibly the fact that she was walking in sand in rather high heels. or it could be because, and ollie suspected this accounted for most of it, she looked rather sloshed. not completely drunk, but easily on her way there. and she looked young too, a bit younger than him, maybe by a year or two.

she sat down on the log he was on, a few feet away from where he was sitting and promptly tossed off her heels and sunk her head down to her knees. well, a damsel in distress. good thing ollie was your modern day prince fucking charming. he scooted over so he was next to her and gently bumped her with his shoulder, taking care not to push too hard as to dislodge her, and said in a mildly sincere voice,

you alright there?



thanks for taking the thread :)

[brigitte freja austerlitz]

this was ridiculous. next time she was definitely paying attention to how much she was drinking, because she really wasn't used to it. she wasn't even overly drunk, but right now she couldn't see why anyone ever got themselves so completely blind wasted when she felt so crappy even at this stage. well, she guessed it was easy to forget, considering what was happening to her right now. so she was quite content to wallow in her self pity, until somebody moved next to her, bumping her with their shoulder. brigitte scowled and sat up quickly, head spinning again but settling quickly as she turned her head, looking at the male next to her.

she narrowed her eyes at him, deciding against giving him a mouthful because he was pretty young, but she was still wary. she didn't really know anyone here, and she wasn't too sure of being zeroed in on by random, probably drunk, predatory type guys. there was, after all, enough sluts around the place to keep them all happy, at least in brigitte's opinion. "i'm fine, thanks," was all she offered, half polite as usual but still rather snappy. she flipped her hair away from her face, doing her best to smooth it all back into place again, before retrieving her drink from the sand. she pulled a face at the bitter taste of the beer - all she really wanted was a glass of water, but she doubted she'd be able to find that. brigitte knew she probably shouldn't be drinking it in the first place. every rule for parties was that you didn't drink stuff you didn't see poured, even she knew that, but right now she wasn't even thinking about that.

after a moment she realised that her companion probably wasn't going to leave yet, and she might as well talk to him as opposed to sitting here like some loser who didn't know anyone. bri looked across at the boy. he wasn't that much older, probably only a couple of years ahead of her, and he seemed awfully familiar for some reason. perhaps he was from one of the other old money families; she'd met plenty of the children from the other families before, but she didn't really remember. normally you could place them according to looks, but she couldn't put him anywhere. some of the families were awfully mixed, though. not like in her family where one undeniably looked like an austerlitz, and if they didn't? well then obviously someone had been having some fun on the side.

"do i know you?" brigitte asked rather abruptly, deciding to just solve her own mystery. observing the boy she had to admit he was rather cute, but she immediately scolded herself for that thought. how stupid. it must have been the alcohol. drinking really did make you do stupid things.

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s'ok ^^ sorry it's so short. i'm really tired.

[oliver dante lefebvre]

the girl's reaction was not quite what he had expected. ollie didn't have a big enough ego to think that everybody was happy to see him all the time, but he did like to think most people were, especially drunk teenage girls. those were the ones who were really rather fond of him. although ollie sometimes wasn't too fond of them. yeah, they let their guard down and were easy, but sometimes that negated the fun of it all. and plus, there was always the possibility of them throwing up or plain just passing out. and neither of those were at all attractive, no matter what the girl looked like. that was all why ollie preferred a nice buzz. several beers and maybe a shot or two were just what he needed to get him feeling good and happy, but not completely out of control. lucky for him the lefebvre's were a family of drinkers and the boy had built up a high tolerance for the stuff from a young age. on occasion, especially last year, ollie would feel the need to go get properly drunk, and he would. but the results of the morning afterward were usually enough from him doing it repeatedly. everyone thought of him as some big partier, and he was, he was just smart about it. while half that party, or two-thirds, would wake up tomorrow afternoon and have to recollection of what had happened, ollie would. however, casting a glance at the girl, he was skeptical if she would.

words came out of her lips but ollie was more struck by the tone than the words themselves. it was as if she was restraining herself from being a bitch to him. interesting. he was curious about two things. one, why she felt like being a bitch. well, that could be explained by the alcohol. and the fact that maybe she felt like he was trying to take advantage of her. and he was - sort of. and two, why she had bitten her tongue and held back. did she recognize him? the lefebvre's weren't as easy to recognize as the montagues or the austerlitzes, so he would not be surprised if this was the case. and while nearly everybody at santa croce knew who he was, she looked pretty young, so it could be that she was an incoming ninth year. yeah, come to think of it, he was pretty sure she was. she certainly wasn't a year above him and he would have known her if she was in her year. he settled that and then decided to nod in response to her words and reply back in his smooth tone, with a hint of sarcasm,

yes, you seem to be handling the alcohol just fine.

a smile crossed onto his lips that was both friendly and amused. this girl was new to this whole party experience, wasn't she? well then who better to show her around than oliver lefebvre? his blue eyes sparkled with amusement as she picked up the cup and took a sip. her face expressed displeasure while she did it and ollie almost chuckled. she definitely was new to this. oh, there were so many things he could show her. like the inside of his hotel room. but enough of that, instead he cast his eyes on her, raising a brow and spoke once again,

i know it's none of my business and you'll probably bite my head off, but are you sure you should be drinking that? i'm fairly certain they spiked it with something stronger.

in his mind he was certain she was going to get all upset at him for that and say that she could handle herself, et cetera. still, she seemed pretty decent and nobody really deserved the hangover she was headed for if she kept that up. he sat there on the log and dug his toes into the cool sand - he had ditched his shoes earlier. he had learned that there was no point of wearing shoes on the beach especially because if he did, he would never come with them. he sat there and she spoke again, this time asking if she knew him. he shrugged and said,

you look familiar. austerlitz, yeah? i'm ollie lefebvre.


no worries, i totally understand

[brigitte freja austerlitz]

brigitte was never really happy to see anyone. or at least she never appeared to be. even as a child, she had never been really affectionate, or loving. it just wasn't the way things were in her family, and the way she'd be raised. so mostly her excitement was internal, but still, it took a lot for anything to actually make her happy. there were certain standards people had to meet before she looked forward to seeing them, but even then, she still wasn't that friendly. a good example was with her sisters (especially aaliyah) and the fact that she had always been close with lillian mainly, but still acted like a cold bitch to her most of the time. she acted like an ice queen to pretty much everyone all the time, and earning her respect was difficult. sure, maybe it was sad that she was like this, and had been this way for a long time, but she hardly knew any better. rather, she thought she was better because of it.

everything bri had ever understood about boys and boyfriends and love was that men, especially teenagers, were out for one thing and one thing only: sex. so she'd come to understand that sex was bad because all they wanted to do was get in your pants and take advantage of you then leave you all humiliated and rejected, with some naked pictures or video footage of the whole incident as a long lasting reminder. it wasn't as if her father set a good example, either. bri wasn't stupid. like everyone in her family, and other families, and her mother, she knew about her father's womanizing. but it was embarrassing, and old money families tended not to discuss or raise issues that they found embarrassing. it was all about keeping up appearances, and keeping her father happy. so what if the rest of them weren't? that was just the way the world worked, for all she knew.

"i'm not drunk," she said indignantly, scowling at ollie. bri kept frowning at him, not particularly amused when he smiled. "what are you smirking at, arschloch?" .she normally wouldn't have sworn at some random guy she'd just met, or really at anyone at all, but she felt it was suitable in this occasion. maybe because she actually was half drunk. still, she didn't trust him; not his stylishly tousled brown hair, not his pretty blue eyes, nor his undoubtedly excellent body. nope, there was nothing good about him at all. and she never thought about boys like that. nope.

at his next comment, brigitte quickly replied with "you're right, it is none of you business." she leaned back with more caution than she usually would apply, stretching out her ridiculously long legs (a family trait, of course) out in from of her. she liked the beach but she hated the fact that sand got everywhere, and it drove her crazy if it got in to her clothes or bedroom because she had to clean it out. then, just to spite him, she had another mouthful from the cup, finding the taste not so harsh this time. she knew he was right, but she was just a stubborn girl who didn't like being told what to do by anyone who wasn't one of her parents.

"ollie. ah, a lefebvre, of course. i should have known." they were very mixed, and bri had always kind of figured that their mother was much the same as her own father when it came to the concept of fidelity. "ja, i'm an austerlitz. brigitte. i'm the youngest. the actual youngest, even though people seem to think the family stops at aaliyah for some reason." it was hardly a good final impression, at least in brigitte's opinion. then she crossed her arms, glaring again at ollie. "so do you want something? besides sex, because i'm not going to have sex with you," she stated rather bluntly, not really in the mood for bullshitting around. "no matter how charming and wonderful you think you are. so learn to handle a little bit of rejection in your life."