I'm Not Excited [DISCONTINUED; REBOOTED]

Morgan

"... Morgan?"

Illyana's lips parted, as another redhead stood in front of her; her sister, Morgan.

"Hello, 'yana." The young girl placed her bags on the floor and wrapped her arms around her sister. "What? You've seen a ghost?" She chuckled, stepping back.

Illyana wrapped her arms around her sister, still processing her presence.

"N-no... You just look different. You have changed slightly."

Illyana eyed her sister, who she hadn't seen in four years, the last time being her father's funeral. "How are you, Morgy?"

Morgan smiled, picking up her bags. "Good, actually. It's good to be back home."

Illyana opened up the door widely, motioning for her to go in. "W-we need to catch up, Morgy."
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[ Madrid's Finest Winehouse ]

"Weeee!" Ezra skipped around the room, spinning and laughing. "I'm a fukken hobbit!"

CT cackled, clapping fast, while Baio laid on the floor, hugging his glass.

"Y-you're dru-nk, E-ez... S-stop," CT slurred the words.

Ezra frowned. "You're d-drunk, you stupid head!"

"Stop fighting!" Baio cried, nuzzling his bottle. "You're making m-my ears hurt."

Ezra pouted, lowering himself and crawling towards Baio. "T-tell him t-to get o-off my asssss."

Rostam sat near a box, looking exasperated. "It's a great advantage not to drink among not hard drinking people," he sighed, rubbing his forehead.

Ezra looked up. "H-hey Ros - *BURP*"

"Ezra."

"Sorry," Ezra chuckled, laying down with Baio, who kept making weird, barely audible noises.

"Alcohol may be man's worst enemy, but the bible says love your enemy," CT said, grabbing his bottle of wine and chugging it down.

Rostam frowned.

"H-hey, Ros?"

"Yes, Christopher?"

"Hm?" Baio looked up.

"Not you, Baio. CT," Rostam said.

"Oh." Baio shrugged, laying back down.

"E-Ezra's drunk. Tell him! He ain't gonna believe me!" CT said.

"All of you are drunk, CT. All of you."

He paused, turning to Baio. "Although I think Baio already acts like this..."

Ezra looked up, squinting his eyes. "Whatcha talking 'bout, Rostam? M-mah al-ka-hole levels are as high as Heisenberg's clients."

Baio started crying, hugging his bottle tighter. "I miss Breaking Bad."

Ezra ran a hand down Baio's face. "Shh, it's okay, Chris." He planted a kiss on the man's forehead before looking back at Rostam. "See what chu cause?"
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[ SoHo ]

"Mom doesn't know I'm here," Morgan shrugged, looking down at her cup of hot cocoa. "It's not like if she'd care, right? She's the one who sent me there; not papa."

Illyana furrowed her brow. "She's changed, trust me. She regrets sending you away."

Morgan shrugged again. "So you've talked to her, 'yana?"

"Yeah, actually. She met my boyfriend a few days a-"

"Woah, boyfriend?" Morgan chuckled, looking amused. "You skipped that part."

Illyana blushed, running her finger through the rim of the cup. "Mhm."

Morgan frowned. "Talk, woman!"

"H-his name's Ezra. There."

"From Pretty Little Liars?" Morgan asked.

"W-what? N-no! From Vampire Weekend," Illyana replied.

Morgan paused for a moment. "W-wait, aren't they the A-Punk and Jonathan Low guys?"

"Heh..." Illyana rubbed the crook of her neck, looking at her sister innocently. "He might be."

Morgan giggled, smiling softly. "It's been a long time since we've been like this, y'know?"

Illyana smiled, nodding. "Too long, Morgy. Way too long. I..."

Illyana trailed off, looking away. "If only I could done much more to have spared you from all that time in that boarding school, I would have."

"It's not that bad of a place. You meet people who are a lot like you; that can't be too bad, right?"

"I'll call mom later to tell her you're here, m'kay? I've gotta pack up a few things for my trip."

"Trip? I didn't know you were leaving."

Illyana shrugged. "Next week. I'm interviewing Jake Bugg for Rolling Stone in England."

Morgan jumped off the couch and yelled. "Jake Bugg?! I- I love Jake Bugg! 'yana, I've gotta meet Jake Bugg, please, oh my god, please!"

Illyana chuckled, shaking her head. "No can do, Morgan. But... I'll try to get an autograph for you."
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"A-agh..." Ezra's eyes were tightly shut, as he twisted and turned around the bed. Slowly, he opened them up, albeit with effort. It wasn't daylight anymore, thank god, because his eyes were burning.

"W-what the fuck?" He turned to the mirror, seeing his hair looking like a jet black mess. He looked at an alarm clock in the bedside nightstand - 8:17.

How long was I asleep for?

He scratched his head, scolding himself internally for drinking while knowing that his alcohol levels weren't... Epic.

"I'm sticking to architectural design tourism next time."