. lives found, loves lost

[rosie de la cruz]

ROSIE

Rosie's happy to laugh, shoulders drifting up and down in a shrug. “Still might not be after all,” she admits, scrunching her nose at the memory of what had led her here. A relatively uneventful weekend until the past hour, still reeling from the height of the show, the harsh of Beni's words and the hesitance of Tate's. It'll be a lot to process later, forcing herself to stay present as she nods. “I know." Because he likely does mean it, would drop things in a heartbeat if she said the right things, had the right question to ask. But he had someone else now and she had to respect it, heart simultaneously full and broken as he gathers her in his arms. It felt like saying goodbye all over again.“Yeah, just have him text me?” It's a bit humorous that they're discussing Freddie when he's so close, but Tate is a careful shield between her and his current life, the fact that he was moving on now fully displayed in front of her. She has to look away from them again, feeling the heaviness of the realization. “Take care, Tate.”

[jane ridley]

JANE

Olivia Hamilton must be a literal saint. Or just incredibly naive, Jane's eyes still roving the conversing pair that honestly wasn't even that far from them? Had it not been literal festival grounds it likely would have been easy to hear, Jane trying to parse the conversation direction through body language or changing features. Much to her annoyance she realized his infamous ex girlfriend gave just as much away as he did, watching her face flicker to various emotions before steeling once again. “Yeah but he chose to talk to her,” Jane snaps in justice of the reality, only easing as Olivia dragged her and Cora to the nearest location for drinks. She tries to catch the taller blonde's eyes but Cora remains out of reach, fingers tapping quickly at her keys. It was one of those annoying, apathetic moments that rich people tended to exist in, Jane straightening herself out as they flashed their passes and were steered to the front. At least she could continue to reap the benefits, another spritz cool in her palm as she takes a big swig. “Anyways. Where are we going after that's over? SZA?”

[freddie beaumont]

FREDDIE

Jane joins the group and though he's on his celibacy journey, Freddie's eyes enjoy taking the sight of the brunette in. She looked great, tan and tempting. All of the things that scared Freddie for this weekend. Olivia and Jane embrace, Freddie watching as her eyes zone in on Tate and the ex he allowed her to have access too. Her tone is harsh and Freddie wants to laugh, thinking of the conversation that they had while in Malibu. She wanted to defend her friend, but Freddie knew that the entire thing was harmless, Tate wouldn't do anything stupid. Liv drags Jane away from front row of the scene, to the nearest drink stand. He follows behind like a lost puppy, tucking his hands into his short pockets as he decides what he'll have to drink. Each of the girls order drinks and before anyone else can pull out a card, he hands the bartender his. Adding his order in before she submits their drinks. "Hello Jane, about to torment my friend, are you?" He hands the girls their respective drinks and taking a sip of his own. If he had to guess, the conversation between Tate and Rosie was wrapping up, Tate looked a little uncomfortable about that entire thing. "I'm along for the ride," he adds to her suggestion of SZA, letting the group decide where would be the next destination.

[tate mccarthy]

TATE

Rosie is being incredibly magnanimous but rather than finding comfort in her kindness, it's hitting him like another break up. The finality of what has happened is suddenly more apparent to him than it ever had been before, even when they first split, even when they last spoke. He feels profoundly sad as he lets go of her, taking a second to fully pull away. "Will do. Give us some time for these edibles to calm down," he says, glancing back at Freddie and seeing that the girls have gone for drinks. "It was good seeing you. I really meant what I said, I'm always here." He glances up, seeing Nora approaching with two drinks. "I'll see you around. Try to have fun." He returns to Freddie's side, letting out a heavy sigh as he slips an arm around his best friend's broad shoulders. He gives him a squeeze before pulling him into a headlock, laughing. "Owe you big time, bud. Want a drink?"

[freddie beaumont]

FREDDIE

Freddie's pulled back a little bit from the girls. Letting them do their thing, adding his suggestions occasionally and sipping his drink. He's being the observant one this time - noticing how Jane's eyes can't stop from glaring a time or two, as Olivia tries her best to look anywhere but there and Cora vibing just as she always did. Tate was still speaking with Rosie, and he's just about to glance back over to see how it was looking when Tate returns. A long sigh leaving his lips and Freddie gives him a small smile, knowing and wondering sort of emotions just resurfaced for him. Tate's arm wraps around Freddie's head and the pair laugh when they come apart. "I think that you, my friend, are in desperate need of a shot of some sort," Freddie murmurs, nodding his head in the direction of the bar. Though Tate offered and insisted he bought the round, he couldn't allow it. "Well. That was something, you're one lucky bastard too. Olivia doesn't seem to be too bothered," he trails off, eyes flickering to the girls standing closely together presumably taking what looks to be a picture. "But Jane is on a war path, just giving you a heads up. Telling Liv you chose to talk to Rosie or whatever. Be prepared."

[jane ridley]

JANE

It's obvious that her friend is more bothered than she lets on, Olivia's sweet eyes darting everywhere but the ex-couple's direction. Never a fun situation to be in, complicated more by a long history and recently cut ties, Jane trying to draw up what she knew from her mental rolodex before another freeze of her drink sent it all scattering. Not like she could just spit it all out right now anyway, choosing her friend's sanity over picking at wounds just to be petty. It's hard to hold her tongue though when Tate finally returns, her dark eyes giving him a pointed once over as she twirled the straw between her lips. “Look who's decided to rejoin us,” Jane says, a hint of sarcasm dripping from her tone. She watches the girls walk off behind his shoulder before her attention peaks back to the current group, suddenly wishing it was just her, Liv and Stassi again. Way less tension and stilted secrets. “SZA, everyone?”

[tate mccarthy]

TATE

He slips back into the group, shaking his recent interaction off or, more accurately, suppressing any thoughts or feelings about it for a more suitable time. Tate had that knack, an ability to completely disengage when it felt advantageous to do so. "God yes," he says to a shot, falling into step with Freddie as they go to rejoin the group. "Why would she be bothered?" Surely it would have been weird for him to ignore his ex, wouldn't have have seemed off? He knew better than to ever badmouth an ex to a woman, knew it was an ick at best and an outright red flag at worst, so what was he supposed to do? In any case he's done something, as Freddie warns him, and he feels a twinge of irritation. "Jane should mind her own business for once," he says, not too quietly. He slips his arms around Olivia's waist from behind placing a kiss on her cheek and ignoring both of Jane's inputs. "Hey gorgeous," he murmurs in her ear, squeezing. "Sorry about that. Missed you."

[olivia hamilton]

LIV

A new tequila and soda with lime is placed in her hands and she hums while taking a sip. Appreciating the cold drink on a moment where it felt like the sun was shining fiercely down on them. Olivia's stopped feeling so curious as she's surrounded by her friends and listening to music, the edible fully kicking in and the matter of confidence she felt in herself. Swaying her hips a little, sucking on her straw as they stood around debating which artist would be next. Jane sarcastically announces Tate's return and she welcomes the feel of Tate's arms around her. A giggle falling from her lips as he kisses her cheek. She notices his partner in crime has joined them again too, Freddie's arm slipped around Cora's shoulder. "Missed you too," she spins around into his arms, a bit of her drink spilling onto her forearm. "Don't worry about it. You okay?" She murmurs low enough for just the two of them to hear, knowing Tate well enough that he won't want to speak about it but letting him hear her genuine concern. Olivia lightly brushes her lips on his, before turning back to face the group. "I'm good with SZA, let's head there now?"

[jane ridley]

JANE

Every once in a while, Jane is reminded that when people are unfathomably rich, nothing is wrong. People never get hurt, things never fall through, the world is great and nothing matters. If it does, there's someone else to fix it or a way to sweep it under the rug, never to see it again. She, wildly at times, is one of those resources, whether it be something at Delilah she can help solve or a connection she might make. She felt useful, in those moments. In times like these, when this inevitably wouldn't lead to sex in an amazing hotel suite and the group was just enjoying each other's company, she felt useless. Barely even clipped by Tate's clearly audible comment, eyes flicking darkly over him before trailing away to the trampled grounds in front of them. Reaching down she quickly texts Stassi, text me after you get that notch on the bedpost, need to have more fun, finally perking up with Liv takes the lead. Something she did so naturally and so seamlessly, barely even needing to yell to command attention. No wonder she'd gotten famous on the internet. Jane smirks and takes one of Liv's elbows, reminding everyone that this was her best friend as they walked. “This way.”