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True. When she looked to the fabric again realistically speaking it was probably a pretty easy fix. But Nari was the one who spotted it in the first place wasn't she? "Don't think it's that kind of party— She laughed, silently thanking with a nod before taking her offered arm. "Yet. The usual suspects seem boo'd up and on their best behavior." Herself included in there, but where her plus one was mingling, or wherever she'd plenty of time to herself to snuff out a little adrenaline boost that she now snuck to fit snug enough in her bra through one of the many holes.

"I actually do, yeah," she said with a quick smile, leaning forward to see the spot that Sav was talking about. "All it would take is a couple of quick stitches to make it a little more sturdy. Thankfully with the kind of fabric that you're working with, a hole isn't really going to look out of the ordinary," but Nari could make sure that it didn't stretch and end up getting worse, anyway. Sometimes, that was the least that she could do. "I feel like running butt naked up and down the deck of the ship might not be too off brand for this town, though," she grinned, offering her arm to Sav to lead her out to where her kit was. "But no reason it needs to be you, I like this look on you."

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"That's exactly what I'm saying." Not that she had that much, keys, ID, some cash...really that was it. Kicking herself now for not shoving a pack of cigarettes in her bikini line, (On a no cigs kick — at least around Lou and Archie). "Could've been Caroline." The sarcasm ever present when she rolled her eyes at his attempt to latch onto that one particular detail, Sav put elbows on the railing behind, sipping at her champagne, "Uh, actually. A big house. You in the market? Okay not big — size of this things propeller. On the coast, killer location. Only have to deal with weekly calls from project management companies but seems manageable enough."

Raising both brows as Sav said that the dress would be the easiest choice, Ryder had about a thousand responses right on the tip of his tongue, and was so close to loosing any and all of them before he let out a laugh, "so she's your purse, is what you're saying?" Where Sav didn't have any pockets, he had seen Lou wandering around, knew that she could probably hold any little things that Sav might have needed. Which... what did one bring with them to a gala? He had his wallet and keys, that was about it. "Okay, okay, fine, you can be propeller guy," he let out a forlorn sigh before turning to rest against the rail more fully and taking a sip of the wine again. "Do-- Dory? Wait, was her name Dory? I know it wasn't Dobey, probably," he screwed up his face, and then let out a laugh, "but also no. What's new with you, besides this big boat?"

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Somewhere out there she'd snagged on well who the fuck knows what, Sav had found a giver equally in need of an uplift and just as she went for one of the few stalls in a bathroom (she'd found less populated, near the bow)— catching Nari's eye in the mirror. She'd zeroed in on a hole in her own fabric that was substantially larger than it should be, "Yeah? You think you can save that? One more tear and my ass is out there for the whole ship to see."

WHO: nari & open!

WHERE: summer gala

WHEN: august 16, 2025

"Do you need any help with that?" Nari asked, gesturing towards the person that they were approaching. She kept her expression polite, friendly, not wanting to seem like she had been secretly watching them from across the ship, but... maybe she had a little bit. Sixth sense or what not. "I have a small sewing kit with me, all sorts of little tools that can take care of it!"

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She had been more than absent tonight, at least where what tonight was supposed to be — out of character and excited even just a couple weeks back to get dressed up (her bane). Be with Lou. Something different for them. New-ish (as a them). But here she was, watching a propeller, debating walking off the ship, calling Lou from Anchors and just...get fucked up alone. "That's my girl," She mused, easily leaning into Lou. Still, her heart sped up to her touch. But she knew what she was doing, she knew she should've pulled that exit plan band-aid twenty minutes ago. "I look like I'm meeting a billionaire in Ibiza." And when she filtered her fingers through Lou's at her waist, "Works though, you kind of look my pimp."

Where: Summer Gala 2025 When: August 16th Who: @savstone-rp

She found her by the stern, where the propellers were turning the surface water into soft white foam. Lou was purposeful with her steps, loud enough to be heard. She stopped just behind Sav, pressing a kiss to her shoulder and then tugging her close. The gala alone couldn't erase the stress of life, but she was determined to cheer Sav up. "I just poured my drink all over someone," she confessed. "They were talking my ear off about fucking lobster. Tried to make it all accidental." She kissed the side of Sav's neck. "You look stunning."

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She looked down at her dress full of holes and zero pockets — "I thought it'd be the easiest access." Which, could be looked at in multiple ways but Sav patted her waist where the black swimwear (which is what it was) underneath did actually hold a folded up ten dollar bill that she was able to pluck through one of the said holes. "Lou's full of pockets. I didn't really need to think too hard about it." Wish she had... "First Cal, now that guy? Please. I at least want to go with the actual star of the movie." Because wasn't he? Sav barely remembered who the hell Cal was, let alone the other guy. "Well if you had lived up to your name, trust me I could make this most cheery conversation ever. What else do you want to talk about? Glitter, starfish? Fucking Dobey the dumb fish following Nemo?"

"I… was going to ask if that even has pockets," and he shouldn't laugh at her, because women's fashion as so ridiculous that they apparently didn't stop to think that oh, hey, someone might want to carry something on their person, but. To be fair, given the theme she had gone with, there probably wasn't a lot of room for pockets, anyway. "Oh, the clunk guy?" Ryder asked with a wry grin, bringing his wine to his lips again, "I thought maybe you'd go with the guy who has the … thing dropped on him. The big, giant thing that just squishes the life out of him to add insult to injury once he's already fucking freezing in the water." He paused, glancing out over the edge again, "this is a really cheery conversation for a bunch of people on a boat, isn't it?"

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She didn't know what was the truth or what wasn't — it wasn't as if Sav knew Isabel. Not really. The very basics that if on any given normal day, Sav probably would struggle to recall. Outside soccer, of course. Mostly how it sculpted her arms...legs... It was physical and a first. And that (unfortunately) had left a scar. "He's — she's? We don't know, our very own OZ. Our sugar daddy." Sav said through as her eyes she could feel turn a bit glassy when she zoned out—memories were a funny thing as she recounted the first time Isabel had her hand between her legs and she felt her cheeks flush. Lucky to catch a waiter passing by, snatching a full glass. Replacing hers. "You probably didn't even remember me here, right? Like, when you decided to come back. It's okay, but you didn't did you?"

Embarassingly it took Isabel a moment to realise that Sav's initial quips were fuelled with anger rather than humour. It was a surprise, they had had a summer romance sure and Isabel may not have replied to Sav's messages after the fact but it was 10 years ago, Isabel had not expected her to be holding a grudge. In all honesty Isabel hadn't thought about Sav or the 'relationship' for years. It was now pretty clear that Sav wasn't happy, turns out that Isabel didn't just have one angry ex on board, she had two.

She had to bite back a retort as Sav incorrectly said the name of Isabel's team, a team that was basically her whole personality. The next comment hit Isabel more than she liked to admit, the assumption that she was posh. Isabel was born and raised in Chelsea, and a google search would lead you to believe that she was raised with money, but anyone that knew Isabel knew that that wasn't the upbringing that she had had, there were two sides to Chelsea. "No, not married and I have no idea who or what the Benefactor is," she commented. "Just retired and decided to go somewhere that has no assocation with football." It was the truth, but she wasn't sure it would be what Sav wanted to hear.

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She shot him a glare then rolled her eyes, taking a big failed inhale at her efforts and cocked her head to the side— what good were these art bro, richy rich bartenders if they didn't actually come prepared with the goods. "I've got someone for that, thanks though." She said, reaching for her pockets...pockets that didn't exist. And she let out a sigh mixed with a light laugh, of course. No cigs either and she looked around for anyone else that could indulge her, "Why am I Cal? No, no I'm that guy that does jump, gets his legs taken out by the propeller on the way down. You know the one."

"Deeply," he replied with a heave of a sigh, though the grin on his face said otherwise. Once she mentioned the propeller, he glanced over the edge of the ship again and nodded his head. "Right, propeller, thanks Cal Hockley." After all, Sav was too cool to be Jack, but that did lead to another grin as he shrugged one shoulder, "if you want me to spit in your face later, let me know." If they were going to roll with the whole Titanic joke, anyway. Snorting a laugh, he reached for the wine glass with a nod of thanks and lifted it to his lips, taking a long swig. "Cigarettes in my glove box, back... there," he pointed to the parking lot way off in the distance. "Otherwise, nope. I'm afraid you'll have to lift your spirits with my presence."

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She let out a stifled laugh, filling herself with another sip from the almost empty glass. Sav looked at it, made a face. Annoyed in the possibility of standing here next to Isabel again and suffering through without the tangy taste and steady sobering that that could mean. Something she had no intentions of becoming. Not tonight. Definitely not right now. Her timing it seemed beyond poor. "— why?"Merrock's no Kelsea." She knew the real name, in fact to this day, with the Anchor's regulars that lived, breathed, died by soccer (football), Sav cringed, mentally made note to support any defending team no matter - what they didn't know though it hit a little too close to home, even maybe in the smallest degree. Sav though was never good at not holding onto a grudge. No matter how one sided it was or not. She was however surprised. "Lot less hoity toity. Don't think we have any piddles and paddywonkers anywhere either. So am I close? 36 and newly minted trophy wife? Don't tell me it's the Benefactor..."

Isabel wasn't having the best time, but not the worst either. This kind of event was one she would've loved when she was part of a team, surrounded by her favourite people, being able to joke with them. Now she was feeling pretty lonely. She had made a few friends in town but all those people had a much closer group to stick with at a party of this scale. She'd flitted around talking to different people but she'd also spent the whole time looking over her shoulder to try and avoid Elena.

She felt a tap on her arm and turned to see a face that she had not been expecting. She was wrong to be surprised though, given that it was her who had randomly turned up in the others town. She smiled in recognition before her mouth fell open in mock shock. "How dare you, I played for my country, won a few trophies and now I'm retired at the grand ol age of 36. I'm not just summering here this time though, fully moved in."

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"Aw, you depressed?" She made a frowning face, entirely not serious as it seemed to click with him as well right after he'd said it, and Sav met him against the railing. She took a sip from the champagne that went straight to her head after the second or third and pointed out below, "Propeller." She said, matching his sarcasm. "Ha. I just saw you rocking with the waves over here and assumed you were taking the piss." Literally. "And no one wants to see any of that." Though, she passed off the wine if he wanted. Maybe Ryder, of all people, could remedy the double fisting situation. "You don't have anything else on you, do you?" Worth a shot.

Straightening back up when he heard someone behind him, he was relieved to see that it was just Sav, and maybe a little amused to realize that she had two drinks in hand. One in each. Good girl. "I was pulling a Rose, you know in Titanic?" He paused, remembering that Rose had been considering jumping into the water, not really what he had in mind. "I just wanted to see if this thing had a propellor or something." Turning to lean against the rail, instead, he raised a brow. "But thank you for not shoving me overboard, you're a true pal. Hitting up the bathrooms a lot because you have to piss like a racehorse, double fisting drinks like that?"

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Who: @isabelmulligan Where: Inside in/around the bar and bands When: Gala; after 9 pm

She hadn't meant to stare. For all intents and purposes, she was having a decent time. The food was good, not that she ate much of it. The drinks were better, switching from the sweet cocktails sometime when the band started up. Sav's first thought as Isabel not ten feet away was, damn. She looks good. Like really good... the same. Actually Sav hadn't really been able to sit with any kind of thoughts tonight, scatterbrained with her interactions and that antsy sensation to do and to move. Isabel's presence bringing her back to earth (at least for the moment) and back to a brief moment in time when her insecurities raged, and to the person she hadn't wanted to feel like again. "Hey..." Somewhere in there, Sav was reaching out to tap at her arm, "Thought you looked familiar. So the soccer thing didn't pan out? You bag a Wall Street hottie, summering up here in Merrock? Again?"

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Who: @owenryder Where: Ship deck When: Gala; sometime between 9 and 10 pm

She was double fisting it right now; the wine and champagne this gala's quick hit beverage of choice. (Didn't hurt it was the expensive shit and the hangover manageable no doubt) and when she wandered out on the deck somewhere near the bow, she saw Owen doing....something over on the edge. "You don't know how bad I had to fight my intrusive thoughts just now. Lucky for you, you being Jaws'd would probably ruin my night." She took a sip off one glass, "The bathrooms aren't that bad in there — actually pretty fucking nice."

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Sav's summer gala (less than apropo attire, but that's also on brand for her so) look: netting *and listen I couldn't decide so she is in either and all, mood depending Attending with Lucie Newman

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Sav nodded, mock thrill behind her eyes, "Well. No." She held the tequila shot to her lips to take a small sip, "I don't make promises. Not that I can't keep at least." When she cocked a glance in his direction, there was a tight laugh there though. "But good luck and all that, in your comedy career." When she swallowed, she started to speak before going down all the way, "I will bring the tomatoes. That always seems fun." It was only a couple seconds worth where the salon apartment, her rent (expensive rent) and Clara came to mind. Technically, those thoughts were more on the trivial side. She knew Clara would be more than okay taking over her portion. Didn't mean she wasn't going to miss it. She'd really buckled the last couple months to afford it — now, realistically, there wasn't that incentive. "Yeah...you should want that commission. Tequila's making you soft." She finally said, eyes trained on the rim of her shot glass she was tracing with the tip of her finger, "I won't. Sell it." More assuredly, no jest. And really that was all she could say. Because she did care. About Sissy. Robbie. Her brother, the memories sure, sometimes the bad outweighing the good in that house but then there was Lou now, Archie... it was all just, a lot. "Yet." "I gotta go outside," she said, reaching in her pockets for her cigarettes. It was abrupt, sure. But when Sav let herself think on it all for longer than necessary and her main questions answered, the buzz of the drink making things feel all that more chaotic, she didn't want to stick around too much longer when the sentimental was rearing its ugly head. "We're all set here right?"

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Sav nodded, mock thrill behind her eyes, "Well. No." She held the tequila shot to her lips to take a small sip, "I don't make promises. Not that I can't keep at least." When she cocked a glance in his direction, there was a tight laugh there though. "But good luck and all that, in your comedy career." When she swallowed, she started to speak before going down all the way, "I will bring the tomatoes. That always seems fun." It was only a couple seconds worth where the salon apartment, her rent (expensive rent) and Clara came to mind. Technically, those thoughts were more on the trivial side. She knew Clara would be more than okay taking over her portion. Didn't mean she wasn't going to miss it. She'd really buckled the last couple months to afford it — now, realistically, there wasn't that incentive. "Yeah...you should want that commission. Tequila's making you soft." She finally said, eyes trained on the rim of her shot glass she was tracing with the tip of her finger, "I won't. Sell it." More assuredly, no jest. And really that was all she could say. Because she did care. About Sissy. Robbie. Her brother, the memories sure, sometimes the bad outweighing the good in that house but then there was Lou now, Archie... it was all just, a lot. "Yet." "I gotta go outside," she said, reaching in her pockets for her cigarettes. It was abrupt, sure. But when Sav let herself think on it all for longer than necessary and her main questions answered, the buzz of the drink making things feel all that more chaotic, she didn't want to stick around too much longer when the sentimental was rearing its ugly head. "We're all set here right?"

"You're going to be my only fan when I launch my comedy career, yes," he assured her, nodding his head, "which means that I'll get you front row seats to every show, as long as you promise to laugh louder than the silence from everyone else." God, how far would he have to fall to step away from law and move into a comedy routine, probably at Bonne Merde or The Mirage? No, he was pretty sur he'd be alright. Hopefully.

"Don't sell it," he advised her with a small smile. "If you want my opinion, I mean -- my personal opinion. My realtor opinion is that if you want to sell the house, absolutely call me and I will get it on the market and help you stage it and set it up and yes, it will sell in a heartbeat but," he paused, popping a bite into his mouth and chewing thoughtfully, wanting to choose his words carefully. He knew that sometimes those deep moments were the ones that were harder to share. "If she means as much to you as I think that she does, you'll keep the house. Otherwise, you'll always wonder who's living in it, if they're taking care of it the same way, and you'll wish you had that connection to the family you care about," his smile was a bit lopsided then, as he lifted his hand to get another shot, "but I've also had a lot of tequila and am about to have more, so maybe don't take me too seriously."

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10 Griffins' Lane, Merrock, ME. ~ Coast & Pier ~

Late summer 2025: Sissy Stone's Cottage style home - built by her father (Roy Stone) in 1920. Sissy's longtime plan of retiring down in Florida has finally come to fruition in true Stone fashion, out of the blue. Never any intention of selling the house, she's signed the property over to Sav.

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"Is that me? Am I the only one to appreciate your funny?" It was rhetorical; she was teasing. Though she imagined given circumstances, his humor went unnoticed more often than not. It was a weird feeling, she'd felt like an expert at this point. Her elephant always in the room - Robbie, made it so she was never really an enigma where the police, fire department were concerned. Hell, binging any of those legal shows over the years held no cards. Today it felt like none of that history mattered much. She was blind with a lot of uncertainties. So, somewhere in there another shot was in front of her that she didn't remember ordering again but she took it. At least a 30% relief washed over her, Sissy made sure to set up with someone that cared - hopefully, it was true. What he said. The liquor helped though to throw in her trust in his words. Also to veer into less realistic territory, anything to evade the subject of Robbie, "Maybe I'll just sell it. Lots of New Yorkers looking to flip and raise the property value." Sav said a moment of pause later. Laughing lightly, she wouldn't. Sissy would kill her. "Am I drinking alone? You need another one..."

"Yes, quite, it's not very often that I get the chance to be the funny one," he said. Which wasn't entirely true -- nor was it entirely false. He did have a good sense of humor, it was just that being the boss in the office often meant that people didn't really expect it of him, either. "And it's nice to have someone appreciate that about me," he dipped his head, as though he had just been given the world's most important compliment, not... well, told he was a little bit funny. Or something along those lines.

"They always do. And I understand it, they go into these situations feeling a sense of entitlement, and when they find out that they're not actually entitled to it, there can be some... fireworks," or normally, more accurately, a legal battle between the parties involved. But Rafael would do his best to make sure that nothing like that happened, and if it did, he represented Sav and her grandmother to the best of his ability, and then some. He felt a strange need to protect those who were local to the town that had welcomed him so readily, after all. "Yes. If it comes to that, we can absolutely work with the law enforcement in town to make sure that happens."

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"Okaaay, okay. Explains the weed." And a lot of it, last time they were together they practically ran through the stash she had acquired by a local up in the mountains for the benefactors retreat. "Alright, gotta ask—" as she'd fully committed zero information if he'd ever mentioned before to memory, "are you some reclusive rock star? Got a decent indie following? What's the deal there?" Maybe she felt a little bad, she'd never shown all that much interest in Alec's life outside hanging out, but then she didn't do much of that as is. Party friends were just that. "The new Beanie Babies. Apparently there's the fakes. No doubt what that one is." If it wasn't well, she'd just given up the latest trend. "Laugh-fufu or something. Worth pennies."

"More like years and years of entertaining the masses. And sleeping in a bunk," Alec immediately corrected her with the very real pain he experienced as a result of his years touring. From hauling equipment around, getting up to all sorts of physically demanding antics on stage in the name of stage presence, and a variety of more than uncomfortable sleeping arrangements over the years, it was no secret he now dealt with chronic pain.

When Sav handed him a little doll, creature thing she had won, his brow furrowed in confusion. He looked at it in the packaging, not knowing if it was some valuable bullshit or not. Clearly, this was some sort of trend or something he had missed and he wasn't sure he cared enough to find out more. "The thing looks demented."