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Gemma froze when she realized it was Simon's sister in the kitchen and not him. No big deal of course, she just wished she'd put on pants first. "Right right," she nodded. "He is really fast so that's fine honestly." She smiled at Mae once she turned around, having moved to hide her bare legs behind the counter. "Yeah sure. Thank you."

"He went for a run," Mae explained as she heard the footsteps approaching the kitchen. "I told him he should wait til you wake up so you weren't in bed alone but he said he would be like the Flash and he had goals to meet." She shook her head and laughed. She finished putting sugar in her coffee before turning back to finally look at Gemma. "You want coffee?" @pitifulgerald

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While Vaughn shuffled them towards the diving boards she tried to side step the opposite direction, even if she knew it was no use. "Please don't say we're going to die, that's just really unnecessary and dramatic." Her shoulders relaxed, not one to ever put up too much of a fight, about anything. And she was easily peer pressured. "You have to go first, or maybe we do it at the same time, waiiiit. Like synchronized swimming. We need a routine."

"Boo! Tomatoes, tomatoes!" Vaughn advanced on Gemma, using his significant height advantage to envelop her in a bear hug. Not that he expected to get very far, but he still started shuffling her toward the diving platform. It was one of those moments where it became clear that he was certainly his fathers' son. "Come on, if we die at least we'll die young and sexy."

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"Really?" Gemma thought she was about as nimble as a polar bear but she managed to make it up. Once she felt secure enough she smiled against his lips then turned ever so slightly, settling into his side. For as self-conscious of a person as she was, a lot of that noise faded to the background when she was with Simon. That wasn't to say she she didn't get embarrassed ever- but they could make out in broad daylight without much regard for anyone else. "There's a sauna here? I feel like that'd be fine, or even just smoking in there would probably be awesome. We should do that."

"I mean of course. I'm really liking our chances of survival here." Simon held onto her tightly, doing his best to keep the floatie steady as she climbed up. "Woah, you're kind of a pro at this," he told her, moving his arm to lay across her waist so he could stop her from slipping off. "Sup," he told her with a laugh before leaning in to kiss her. "Much better." Simon was always used to having a good time but somehow with Gemma the good time had gotten impossibly better. "Alright, so snowed in, pool full of sharks, what's next? Do you think there are like bad affects to hot boxing a sauna? I wonder if I'd pass out or not."

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"It happens all the time around here, doesn't it. You think we'd learn." She chuckled at the sound he made, grin stretching across her face as he complimented her. "And we'd have to huddle for warmth of course." Cautiously she took his hand, sure there was no way to gracefully join him, and pursed her lips as she considered her best approach. "We can try..." Gemma hesitated a moment longer before she scrambled up the float, figuring it was better to get up quickly than risk throwing it off balance. She ended up sort of on top of him, not straddling exactly. "Okay," she laughed as she looked down at him. "Hey."

"Woah, snowed in at the pool. Kind of a mind fuck. One crack of glass, boom," he said, making a sound as if the roof was gonna fall in on them. "Freaky. Feel like we could melt it somehow. You definitely could with how hot you look in that bathing suit. One stare," he told her and pulled his best blue steel face, "and you'd save us all." He let out a dreamy sigh before reaching out for her hand. "You wanna get up here? I feel like we could do it without flipping over."

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"The fish would love a field trip, they so deserve that." She flipped over from floating on her back and waded closer to him, chin resting on the edge of his floatie. "That's like Hunger Games level stuff. With everyone gathered here too... Actually, and I don't even wanna put this into the universe, but imagine getting snowed in here."

"I'm just saying, this place is big enough they gotta bring fish from the aquarium for a field trip here, right? Like imagine how fucking fun that would be for them." Simon turned to look at her from where he had been lying on a large floaties. "Imagine they just drop the sharks in here for shits and giggles." @pitifulgerald

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"I'm gonna go with probably... not?" Gemma eyed him quizzically, as as if trying to climb into that little head of his. Once he nodded towards the diving boards she followed his gaze then immediately shook her head. "Oh no you have fun with that. I'll watch, y'know, from way down here, but I'm getting solo mission vibes, for sure."

"Should we?" Vaughn asked without clarifying what he was asking about, though his smirk made it clear enough that liquid courage was setting in and giving him ideas. Eventually he cocked his head toward the diving platforms. "Top, obviously," he said, already beginning to stand, "no point half assing it in front of everyone."

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"Have we?," he countered, brows furrowed teasingly. After he'd straightened his shorts out, he stood up straight again. "Steve Harv-," he laughed then shook his head. "Um, Rupaul, in But I'm A Cheerleader? If you've seen it?"

"We've all been there," Lip attempted to be comforting as Gerald scrambled for the hem of his shorts, which thankfully still seemed to be attached to his body if only wedged in his lower colon. "Prepare for trouble," he purred the first line of Team Rocket's greeting, affirming the guess on his costume. "And you are..." he narrowed his eyes, locking in. "Sexy Steve Harvey?"

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"Or exit lights... maybe." He smiled back at Dev, already trying to convince himself the whole interaction was funnier than it was embarrassing. "Short," he finished his thought for him with a nod. "Ohh I don't think I'd go that far. No pitting queens against each other, et cetera. But, thank you. Are you....? Sorry you're gonna have to help me out here."

"Yeah I kind of feel like they should have given us night vision goggles." Dev smiled as he reached out his hands to make sure Gerald was steady. "Wow, those shorts are," Dev cut himself off as he looked Gerald over. "Happy Halloween, you look great. Not even Rupaul looked that good."

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"What?" He couldn't hide the horror on his face as he looked down, and though he hadn't totally lost his shorts, they seemed to ride up so far they'd practically disappeared which wasn't much better. Quickly he unrolled them back down, giving Lip a sheepish smile once he looked up. "Thank you, I, uh, yeah. Pokemon?," he motioned to his outfit, the R on his top and color of his hair giving Team Rocket if they slayed.. but maybe he had that wrong.

As much as it was a common occurrence for him to lose Aria in the bustle of a party, he couldn't say it wasn't his own fault. He had the attention span of a gnat, constantly drawn to the next shiny thing– in that case, a glowing light disappearing down a terrifyingly dark hallway. "Oh Jesus! Are you-" he paused, looking Gerald over because he didn't seem like someone trying to cause trouble, "have you lost your pants?"

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Gerald could feel his shorts riding up throughout the night, to which he was constantly tugging back down. How the likes of Paul Mescal lived like this he had no clue. As he rounded a tight corner of the Addams house he got caught on some of their furniture, awkwardly stumbling back to ensure he didn't accidentally pants himself. "Oh shit sorry," he apologized as he bumped into someone, "Dark house."

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gerald as rupaul in but i'm a cheerleader.

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He nodded, "Make sense." Blowing your nose felt like kind of a private thing so Gerald didn't know if he should go or not, and instead ended up standing there awkwardly as he used his handkerchief. "Oh yeah, don't mention it. Don't think I'm much of a hanky guy. You're kidding." His face fell for a second, feigning his surprise, before it gave way to a smile again and he shrugged. "I.. try not to go to all of those. One or two a year's probably enough for me."

"I think? I don't know. I'm not a plant expert. I just know my mom has them and they don't have what makes people sneeze." His mother had probably gone over her various plant species at some point, but the information, as most information did with Patton, went through one ear and out the other. "Oh, thanks." Patton gave the other a quick bashful grin and wiped his nose before returning to his companion. "A nice hanky to remember you by. Didn't think I'd get a souvenir like that tonight. Well, shit dude you're in the wrong town then if you're not into the whole black tie thing. I swear there's an event once a month."

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"Venus fly-trap, are those hypoallergenic?" He'd never considered it before but it made sense and was maybe good to know? As a fellow sufferer of seasonal allergies himself. Gerald paused for a second then pulled the handkerchief from his breast pocket that he wasn't really sure was working for him anyway and offered it out to the guy. "Here. Don't worry about messing it up or anything, I'm not really doing the whole black tie thing that often."

"Who thought it would be a great idea to have a flower-themed gala," Patton miserably said in between sniffles. He was used to dead flowers or exotic plants his mother liked to keep around. The abundance of roses was causing his allergies to act up. How was one to have fun when they were sneezing to death? "Why couldn't this have been a Venus fly-trap gala or like not a rose gala."

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"Where else would I be," he posed as more of a statement of fact than a question, smiling when Dev found him. "Oh, yeah, dancing's... totalllly my thing. -In that I'll do that, not that I'm any good at it. Important distinction."

"I was hoping you'd be here," Dev admitted as he stumbled upon Gerald in the crowd. "You seemed like you were having fun with your friends but I was hoping you'd want to dance. Or is dancing not your thing?" @pitifulgerald

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Big grin across his face, Gerald nodded with him, feeling like he'd forgotten something. "Oh, yeah. I love you too." He knocked his elbow against Tom's, not nearly as articulate in his emotions as the most of the guys were. They knew how much they meant to him though, and he liked to think that gratitude came across in other ways. "Bumpin' that bumpin' that-," he pointed to Tom to keep up and sing along.

"I did, didn't I?" Tom nodded, as he came to the realization but he wasn't at all embarassed he'd repeated himself. In fact, his statement beared repeating. He really was so thankful for the guys, they truly were his soulmates. And the fact that they together, looked great and were having a great time, he couldn't be happier. "Well, I do." Tom laughed, nodding along to the music he knew to be Charli xcx's as BRAT was currently the number one album in their apartment.

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Gerald usually just stuck to weed- he knew how he reacted to it, that he could smoke and have a few drinks and generally feel normal, quote-on-quote. Everything else felt like too big a gamble but it was pride so he made an exception- he had to, he was told. "Uh-huh, you said that," he giggled back at Tom.

"I-I love you," Tom let his friends know, just overflowing with love in that moment. Well that, several shots handed to him by a sickening Sea Witch, a mixed drink or three and perhaps he might have indulged in some other drugs. But when in Rome or well, in their case, Atlantis. "No, seriously. I love you, g-guys." ( @nathan-rhee @chuck-diaz @pitifulgerald @knoxiousoverman )

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“That’s fair,” she laughed. “I think I’d have been the annoying one anyway, like the little sister you’re just a little embarrassed to be seen out with. My dad would be all, ‘please can you take Gemma with you.’ Maybe a dolphin with some little butterflies around it?” It was kind of a comical set up for what was essentially an airbrush tattoo, Gemma chuckling to herself as he took her hand. “Those are options. Ed like Hardy?" She watched the tattoo artist, if you could call them that, get to work on his stingray and tried to think of some names. "Does that tickle or is it.. cold? It looks like it'd be cold."

He thought about it for a moment, "Yeah, I can totally see the vibe. You totally give me 'i didn't have to deal with a sibling annoying me growing up' vibes," he told her with a laugh as he thought about it. "Ohhh, a beret! That's genius. Very sophisticated. What if you combine them? Butterfly riding a dolphin. Or the other way around, that would be something. Alright, let's do it." He gently got her back to her feet before he laid down on his stomach for the tattoo artist and told them what he wanted. It was a fake tattoo so he doubt it was actually gonna hurt but as he lay there, he still reached out for Gemma's hand. "I think I'll name the stingray Ed, or Sal or Stacey. Or something else."