I think we’re definitely lucky if this is supposed to be punishment. It’s just… different, but not necessarily better or worse if you ask me. I do think some people are gonna miss the luxury of the resort, though.
I mean, I’ll definitely miss the beach. But no more judgemental bar tenders! The place looks amazing though. Super fun. And did I mention the whole bed to ourselves thing?!
Oh my god. When I found out we had a bed all to ourselves? I fucking screamed in excitement. FINALLY. It’s the best thing ever. I think I’m gonna come and find you… I mean… isolation? I wanna check this out… guess it’ll make us all behave a bit more and not be tempted to break the rules. I mean, fuck.
Me too! No more sharing a bed with someone who gets pissed off when you get a bit handsy. Well that’s definitely one reason to use the bars. But of course! Come along!
“Welllll, I’m guessing you don’t like Emma?” Kristen questions with a quirk of her brow before breaking out into a laugh. “We can do, I mean, there’s a shit ton of dogs around, like she’s gonna know which one did it,”
“She just seems like an entitled brat.” Imogen shrugged and screwed her face up before giving the other a big smile.”Exactly! Come on.” The blonde grabbed her hand and skipped out the door.
I thought it’d be way worse to, from what people said about the old house, Immy. Having beds to ourselves is a major perk, though how are we suppose to have sex on single beds? They’ll be lining up to use the shag pad. Can I come check out those bars with you? I’m interested in seeing where I don’t want to be.
>Me too! See, that was my first thought. It just means we’ll have to do it in public. See how Big likes that one. Hell yeah you can come with! Got to check out the weak points for future reference.
This place is nowhere near as bad as I imagined when I heard it was because of misbehaving! I wish I was bad sooner. I mean, a bed all to myself? Sure, my pulling tactics will need adjusting but completely worth it. If anyone needs me, I’ll be checking out those steel bars in isolation. What? I said my pulling tactics needed adjusting!
Question. Why does everyone automatically assume just because I’m looking for Bradley that I came for Bradley. And you’re trying to tell me if someone’s looking for a bar they’re miserable?.. Or that everyone likes him here.
Because… You obviously did? I mean you came to this resort for what other reason than for Bradley? I’m telling you if someone’s ex wife comes in here looking like they’ve cried the whole flight, asked for Bradley and a bar in the same sentence… It screams crazy.
It’s like none of you have any respect for each other or your bodies in this place. All I ever saw was you kids drinking yourself silly or sleeping around. It’s no wonder my daughter won’t leave this place, you’re all just as bad as she is. Do you parents watch the show? Do they know what goes on around here? It’s a wonder any of them can even look you in the eye after seeing some of the carrying on around here.
If you ever talk about my parents again, you won’t be able to talk again. Got it? Your poor daughter having you as a father. No wonder she doesn’t want to leave. Cunt.
Evan he was stood staring off into the distance, he’d been here once before and decided to come back. He had his half brother Ashton her still he thought, so that could make for more bonding time. Evan hears someone approach and then turns to them. “What do you want? I’m not up for talking…” Evan he wasn’t his usual chipper self these days, Emma Roberts had ruined him.
“I heard you’re back and of course I had to come see you, Mr. Cheery.” Imogen teased, stepping in the room and sighing. It had to be something to do with that Emma Roberts. They only had a brief encounter but Imogen was set on making her public enemy number one. “Come on, grumps. Let’s get a beer and talk shit about your ex.”
As much as I tried to neglect this invite to be Troi’s guest in this place, you all know Troian and she is nothing if not determined and persuasive, so here I am. Not really sure what I’m supposed to do here, but I did hear that there are some other familiar faces hiding around here.
You’re supposed to strip and cook bacon sandwiches. I read the rules.
Overwhelmed was a complete understatement to how Norman felt right now. When he’d woken up that morning, the actor had expected to find his cat waiting for him. That’s who he requested when he was told he could have a guest after all. Not because he didn’t want to see his son, but because he feared Mingus wouldn’t be well enough to make the trip and it wouldn’t be fair to ask him to either. However, it seemed his little mischief maker had other plans, appearing out of the blue as a surprise just in time for Father’s Day. Arms held Mingus in a tight hug and Norman blinked back the tears of happiness that threatened to fall, hoping to hide them before someone saw. He had a reputation to uphold around here. ‘God. Look at you, you little shit. You’re fucking taller than me!’ Exclaim came in a slightly broken voice, hands cupping the smaller male’s cheeks for a moment before turning to introduce his son to the first person passing. ‘Hey. Hey, this is Mingus. My son.’ It was impossible to hide just how proud he was to make that statement. Norman could be a complete asshole, but being a father always brought out the best in him.
Imogen didn’t have any guests since she just recently rejoined and in all honesty she hated there was ‘guests’ at all. The amount of people at the resort was almost suffocating without the extra carbon dioxide tanks. But passing Norman talking to someone, she knew better than to interrupt until he turned to talk to her. She stopped in her tracks and looked at the boy standing next to him. “Jesus Christ, this isn’t Mingus.” She took a step forward and brushed the hair out of the sons face and looked at him. “How do you look as old as me?!” Turning to Norman, she lay a hand on his shoulder. “The fruit of your loin is a handsome man, Norman. You must be so proud.”
I seemed to have misplaced my ex-husband. You haven’t seen him have you? Though honestly, I don’t know why I’m surprised, it’s not like I could find him any easier when we were married. But no matter.. I hear there’s a free open bar here, and I plan to use it wisely. Kindly point me in the direction, darling?
Question. Why the hell did you come for your ex husband? You’re obviously miserable and we already like him.
“Ok… ok… so, this is my guest seen as Suzie came for my birthday not too long ago. Guys, meet Cole. My youngest pup. I’m gonna warn you, as you can tell, she’s fucking crazy,” Kristen giggles, nuzzling her not so little black pup close to her who was wriggling in her arms fighting to get free and explore.
“Well she’s bloody adorable.” Imogen bent down to stroke the dogs face. “Let’s guide her to Emma Roberts’ room. She looks like she could do with a good chew toy or… shoes.”
It had been over a week since Imogen had arrived at the resort one again. She loved the place, she really did. But sometimes even the perfect reality which she was pretty much in, needed a bit of an escape. An outlet. She loved the people in the resort, even if she sort of couldn’t stand some of them. Her head was always a much more fun place to live in anyway. Always had been. But she knew what kind of trouble she would be in if she were to get caught, so she just would be as sneaky as she could to not get caught.
Imogen hovered at the door to her cabin, hand on her lips to press them against her teeth as she scanned around outside the cabin and again inside to make sure nobody was lingering about. That being said, nobody looked at suspicious as her at that moment. The blonde finally slid into her room and headed straight for her still unpacked suitcase. Socks? Nope. Make-up bag? No. ‘Pill box’? Bingo. She wasn’t a complete liar. There were some pills in there. Unfortunately, it wasn’t exactly a paracetamol she was looking for.
She took a small plastic tip lock bag and pushed it into her hoody pocket and made for the door quickly. Her hands found their way to her lips again, picking at the dry skin as she walked quickly passed some occupied housemates. Immy kept her eyes in front hoping to not cause attention to herself, left the common area’s and headed for the beach just hoping nobody was kicking around there too.
Finally, she settled on a shaded patch of sand underneath a palm tree and sat down, taking her bag out of her pocket. She began rolling a cigarette and adding come weed to it, glancing around as she did to make sure nobody could see her. She was sure she was out of sight of the cameras too. Once happy with it, she leaned back against the tree and lit the cigarette, slowly inhaling the first drag.
She let her mind wander, knowing she would be completely lost in her own head for hours. Making up scenarios, imagining conversations and fantasising about alternate lives. She imagined herself winning awards, starting a family, moving to Italy, taking classes, falling in love. It all was a pretty picture that was so much prettier than real life.
She took another drag of her special cigarette before feeling a presence beside her. Her eyes flew open and her stomach dropped as she looked at the other. “Fucking hell. You scared the shit out of me.” she laughed, stroking her free hand through her unbrushed blonde main. “You, uh. You don’t mind do you?” She gestured to the joint, biting a hole in the inside of her cheek. “We can share if you like?”
I will have to see what I can do, see if Emma Stone can convince him to come in. I’m amazed, you’ll never stop till you get what you want? That I love and admire. You too, Imogen. Oh your flatterer, thank you for making me blush.
Maybe I can tie her up and hold her for ransom until he gets here. People seem to thrive on fear. Well thank you very much! That’s what everyone says until I’m in their life for longer than a few days then i’m just controlling and obsessive. But I’ll take it! Well shouldn’t a pretty boy like you be blushing all the time from compliments? I think so.
Uh, wow. That was a lot to take in all at once. I wasn’t here the last time you were here I don’t think so this is my first time meeting you. It’s a pleasure Imogen, I’m Danny. Welcome back!
I know. I don’t need as much oxygen to talk as most people. I’ve worked hard to get where I am. Pleasure’s all mine, Danny. Thank you! So what gossip have you got to give me then since we never met before I left?