Some Kind of Serendipity

"(I Can't) Forget About You" R5

Irish Rose (@rosieposie)

I almost die of alcohol poisoning and you don't even get laid? @DorianII worst friend ever

Dorian Grey II (@DorianII)

Great party at #ClubDeccord but now everyone in this flat is sexually frustrated #horny #needtogetlaid

Zachary Tenesco (@MakesAPorno)

@DorianII need a helping hand with that ;)

Dorian Grey II (@DorianII)

@MakesAPorno you'd have to find me first but right now I'd even do a chick

Kacey Simpson (@butterflykisses_99)

@DorianII yes please

Breaking Fourth's Blowout Homecoming

Only a day after returning to London after a three month North American tour, the four Brit popstars said hello by partying it up with pals until three in the morning at posh London Club Deccord. Micah Cross was seen catching up with sister, Emma Cross, attending university nearby as well as "canoodling" with longtime girlfriend, Jocelyn Penderghast, a London socialite and on-the-rise designer. Benji Irving, meanwhile, was spotted trying out his raunchier dance moves with "UK's Kesha" singer/songwriter and well-known party girl, Ani Tiernan. Dominic Kinsey, according to patrons, spent most of the night drinking and chatting up girls before being escorted home in the wee hours of the morning by friend and bandmate, Cris Emerson. And speaking of the sexy youngest member, he was his usual flirty self, getting cozy with supermodel, Lavonne, while chatting with close friend and Lancashire singer/songwriter, Soren Reid. It seems, though, that both Lavonne and Cris disappeared a few hours into the party and only Cris returned to the party nearly an hour later appearing "hot and bothered" say sources. Oh, Cris, what are you getting up to now? Guess we'll have to wait and see.

Cris Emerson (@Cris_Emerson)

Keep on a straight line, I don't believe I can. Trying to find a needle in a haystack. Chilly wind you're piercing like a dagger.

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"So you didn't sleep with him?" Rosie inquired for about the hundredth time in the last fifteen minutes, no longer even pretending to type her short story on her laptop despite the fact that it was due in her professor's inbox in less than forty-five minutes. It hardly mattered, though; Rosie was that annoying bitch who could get away with procrastinating, turning in absolute shit last minute, and being rewarded with a sparkling A plus. 

Irial almost wished she still had a hangover. At least that way, she'd still be lounging in bed cursing the world and ordering Harry to bring her chamomile tea and Advil. 

Speaking of Harry, he looked up from the textbook open across his lap and blinked at Rosie, shaking his head, "He already said that." 

"Yeah, I know," Rosie snapped, "I'm just still caught on the 'why?'" 

"Because I'm not a slut?" Irial offered, highlighting a line in his textbook and blindly reaching out to grasp his mug. 

Rosie pursed her lips and cocked her head in his direction, studying him, "No, that's not it." 

Irial huffed and flipped her the bird. Rosie laughed and turned back to her short story while Irial looked up and met Harry's curious, searching gaze, "What Potter?" 

Harry shrugged and looked back down at his notebook. Irial scowled and poked Harry's shoulder with his toe. Rolling his eyes, Harry swatted Irial foot away from him, but Irial countered by hitting his friend's head with the instep of his foot. Rosie curled up her lip in disgust, and Irial cackled, sticking his tongue out at her. Harry sighed and scooted across the floor away from the couch and Irial's feet, "Irial, I think I'm proud of you. For not sleeping with mystery guy I mean."