Blow [ATTN: May, Nolan, Sari, any troublemakers]

[Bree Marcus]

Tyler's confused look softened Bree and she took his hand and patted it. "That's sweet of you Tyler. Under it all you have wonderful tendencies. I just wish you would decide on one girl and make her life a fantasy world. Well... I say that, but I know when it happens I will be very sad that it wasn't me. She smiled at someone passing just to smile. She felt on the verge of tears and she really didn't want that gossip going around. Tyler making her cry at her brunch just after an engagement announcement would be too juicy not to be spread.If only... but Bree knew that if only's never came true for her. Fairy tales were for other girls, she only got the horror films.

[Tyler Durnham]

“Wonderful tendencies? Bree, we’re in public, can you keep it down? Wouldn’t want people thinking I’m actually a nice guy.” he grinned teasingly, that only somewhat true. But he was also glad that Bree thought of him so well, despite her having previously made it obvious how much she disapproved of his womanising ways. She may disapprove, but she seemed to accept that was part of who he was, and hadn’t harped on to him about changing, like a few women in his life had. He appreciated that.

Her mention of being sad that she wouldn’t be the woman he settled down with caught him by surprise though, and for that brief moment, he honestly hoped she didn’t mean what he believed she did. But it was too simple for him to confuse the meaning. Bree cared about him, more than he knew was wise. Tyler wondered if that was the cause of her dating Mew, it was very sudden after all. He wondered how to proceed now that he knew this, and eventually decided to do nothing. She wasn’t trying to hide her feelings, and he knew that if he tried for a relationship, to please his friend, his ways would only get the better of him and he would end up hurting her. No, things were good just as they were now, so he would keep them that way.

“Maybe one day Bree, a long, long time from now, I’ll settle down. But for now, I’m far too young to think about that.” Tyler grinned. Sensing her growing sorrow, he took her hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it. “Besides, I quite like the image of an elderly me, hooning around toon with my walking stick, giving whatever man lucky enough to marry you hell while I attempt to steal away his wife.” Laughing, he kept his hand linked in hers, letting them both fall to his side. “Why don’t we go and mingle?”

Wrapped for Tyler

[Maysan Paghishetsi]

"Yes, yes it does." May agreed, her voice shaking with anger. Was Sloane truly attempting to rationalize this? It couldn't be because she thought either Nolan or May would be persuaded; just trying to make herself feel better, then.

At least Sloane was smart enough to realize there was no possible way they could continue on as before. She had, however, accomplished the task she claimed to have wanted to -- May had gotten over her fear of allowing people to know she liked girls. She'd admitted it to herself already, but she hadn't said anything to her friends. She'd wanted to come out by just showing up with Sloane, but that of course wasn't going to happen now. But she could still let Bree know, even if she wasn't terribly certain how the other girl would take the knowledge that May had wanted to date a mutual friend.

At the moment, however, she didn't want to go back inside. She wanted to go home and cry into her pillow. Unfortunately, she felt obligated to stay in support of Bree. Argh, why did Sloane have to be such a bitch and show up with that guy at Bree's party? Couldn't she have outed herself as a cheater at some other venue, one where May wouldn't have cared whether or not the host needed her there?

She took a fortifying breath, then realized she had nothing to say and so turned around and flounced back inside. The seat she had been occupying had been reclaimed by someone else, so she had to look around to find another spot. As long as nobody tried to engage her in conversation she figured she wouldn't break down.

(I think this is pretty much a wrap for May then)

[Sloane Taylor]

If Sloane could get a penny everytime someone thought she was a bitch, her great grand daughter's legacy can retire in peace at the age of one. Sloane of course deserved the title after all she's done to poor innocent girls like May. Some might say she was just completely heartless. Which could be true. Wouldn't surprise her, that one's for sure.

And as she looked at May as she tried not to cry, Sloane wondered why she had a slight tinge of guilt. Was it really because she was scared that Bree's event would be ruined because of this blow out? Or was it something deeper? Had she grown to care about May? Or Nolan for that matter?

Before this, she would have smiled and patted the girl (or boy) on their shoulder and sent them on their way without any regard. Maybe it was because it's happening at a mutual friend's shindig that Sloane was feeling the dig. The look on their faces; Bree, Tyler, May...Nolan...they hurt. Why was that?

When May walked back inside, Sloane released the breath she didn't even realise she was holding and wiped her eyebrow. Her hands were shaking and she felt a sudden urge to throw something. This didn't bode well for the dark haired girl. She couldn't remember when she last felt this way. She needed to get away. She needed to scratch her itch. Badly.

With a last look at the hotel, Sloane made her way to the main road and flagged down a cab to go home.

[wrap for Sloane too ]