"I suppose that's where we draw our lines in agreement. Though I wouldn't say it's a bad thing. In fact, I think having a friend like you is quite handy."

Her glass, whichever number it is, was finished, set to the side to be swept up and cleaned by the bartender. Summer gazed across the lounge, where a number of bodies mingled and danced with drinks in hand.

Never a moment of silence, even though it wasn't nearly as loud as the bars she and her brother attended.

Looking back as Elisabeth extended her hand, Summer looked down at it as she contemplated. Of course, it was a tease. She couldn't help but give her a hard time before accepting the hand given to her, rising to meet her.

"Of course, Miss Fiorelli. By all means."

Elisabeth Fiorelli

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Of course Summer Atreides knew these doors. The room. The hallway.

Everything was familiar. She had been fierce, dangerous, deadly in this place before. Blood had tainted her hands as she waved over her prey, holding up their head as she pulled information out of their spewing lips.

But she couldn't fathom why they were there now. Not after going to eat. It was already growing late, and she was sure her father would have wanted to rest so his work was productive tomorrow. She knew him well, and this was out of the ordinary.

"Father, what is going on down here? I thought we were going to go home, not come down here," Summer said, almost complaining like a child who whined to go to a park.

Her eyes narrowed, brows furrowing in confusion as she approached. Through the glass, she spotted him. Uncontrollably, her eyes widened, her blood running cold through her veins as she felt goosebumps travel down her arms. Sweat threatened to build on her as she spoke to her father.

"Why is Ollie captured?"

knox prescott

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As quickly as they could make it to the puny stone home, Summer felt like she could get a tiny bit of warmth back in her bones. She shivered, her breath coming out in small little puffs as she listened to Remiel speak.

And the more he explained, the more Summer's face paled. Even the rosiness on her cheeks seemed to dim in comparison to before. She swallowed, feeling like it was loud enough for anyone to hear miles away as she let go of his hand since the moment they got to this dimension.

"So you don't know what it is entirely. It uses illusions. It's from Galar. It's here. And we're going to be torn apart by our fears and emotions. I got all of that right, didn't I?"

She had to make sure that she wasn't going insane in that moment. Because she knew exactly what Goetia would target on her.

Never properly admitting her love for Casey and never being a good sister to Knox. Her father, continuing his rule as a tyrant and forcing her hand on who knew what...

Summer took a moment, departing from his side and sitting down in one of the chairs in the home. It was hard, made of wood and finished with iron to keep it sturdy, and it was cold. But it brought her to reality.

"Is there anything you know we can do to attack it? Or is there a way back home...?"

She tried to hide the desperation in her voice, rising in pitch. Her eyes looked at him once before looking to the floor once more.

Remiel Calcifet

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The scoff was enough indication of his belief before he spoke. Summer couldn't help a small amused smile from hovering on her mouth, though she attempted to hide it from her partner as they continued their trek through the woods.

"I don't think that there's a spirit lurking, waiting to murder us... but I'm not overly fond of ghost-types. Something about them send chills down my spine."

She looked at his outstretched hand, tempted to ignore it out of spite but taking it just in case she fell. Though she did release her hand from his with a sweet smile just to tease him.

"But thank you for the offer, Mr. Stone."

Belial Stone

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"Thank you. I pay for only the best," Summer said.

Though any train of thought she had quickly left her mind as she turned, spotting Felix taking slow steps toward her. Summer's lips curled into a smile, pressing her back against the wall as he finally stopped in front of her.

Looming and tall. Very handsome, especially to her intoxicated brain. She reached forward to brush her fingers up his arms, trailing up to his shoulders as she leaned into the touch against her cheek. However, she found her head lolling down, where Felix's hand dropped to her chin.

Her eyes opened, expectant and almost questioning as to where he went. Except, he brought her head up. And then she knew.

However, whereas Felix kissed her softly, after a moment of sweet and gentle exchanges, Summer let her own hunger be know, pressing forward for more. She tiptoed on the line of aggression, hinting at her permission for him to go on.

Felix Gallagher

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Summer brought her shoulders up, releasing them as she shrugged. Her own people... dare she categorize herself with people that Andres saw her as?

"Many of them think the same. Have the same thoughts and opinions. It's all rather boring when you're trying to find fun. And who cares about money when you have all you need in the world at your finger tips?"

It wasn't anything most people could say, but it was something she understood well. It was her life. And she found that the more interesting people to have fun with were those outside her social class.

Like andres buenaventura.

"Of course I know dancing. I was classically trained in the art," Summer said with a quick air of annoyance.

Did he dare doubt her ability?

Yet she was expected to entertain, dance with those rich men to entice them into spending money or agreeing to deals. It relaxed them, her father always said, to spend time with a beautiful woman like Summer.

"I'm fine with anything... unless you'd rather go for a change of pace?" Summer said suggestively, a smirk growing on her lips.

andres buenaventura

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Her gaze, having rested on the alcohol that wet the tip of her heel, slowly cut back up to Knox, giving a daggered glare at his comment.

"Everyone fucks you because you're easy, Blue. You have no will to hold back and stop to think about your own safety. You're a slut, you know that? Even your own boyfriend doesn't want to be around you," she shot in retaliation, shoving him back with an elbow.

Summer decided that she wasn't sober enough to deal him in the state he was in. Fucked up by drugs, alcohol, and horniess. The combination was a mess, and she had to deal with it daily. Her fingers were deft in snatching another glass as a tray came back around.

"Besides. I know plenty of these fools want me. I just don't give in so willingly, unlike your sorry ass."

A sharp smirk grew as she chuckled into the champagne. However, her brows furrowed for a moment when Knox brought up jayden cross.

"You do not need to interact with Cross. He is off limits to you. Stay in your weird horny circle with your stupid fuck boy boyfriend."

knox prescott

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"Kiss me."

Summer laughed, low yet light, as she heard their banter come to an end. But she was more than okay with that. With her hand that touched Ana's cheek, she turned her head closer so that she could lean in, close enough that their lips barely touched as she spoke.

"Anything for you, my princess," she spoke softly before closing any remaining gaps.

Mauville and Rustboro could wait. Tonight, Summer would explore ANA STONE.

ANA STONE

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At the comparison of Elisabeth to an ARIADOS, Summer couldn't help the amused chuckle escaping her mouth.

"I wouldn't have gone to the extent to compare you to such a creature, but... I find it fitting. A good analogy for something I believe in myself."

Though perhaps Summer's own CUTIEFLIES were more known and public that Miss Fiorelli's.

"Heartbreaking is easy when you know the feeling yourself, I find," she answered truthfully with a shrug.

However, she refused to elaborate further.

Elisabeth asked if she had ever gone to a club anonymously. And truly? She hadn't. The thought of no one knowing who she was, not knowing her name, brought a small sensation of fear to Summer. Because what if someone didn't treat her how she should be treated?

At least, in her mind, she believed that she should be worshipped and praised for just breathing.

"I haven't. I'm not sure if I'd like falling into the category as a nobody. The attention and the recognition is almost too good to give up."

Elisabeth Fiorelli

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Mars's silence brought Summer down a peg, a sigh leaving her lips as she rolled her shoulders tiredly. However, as she opened her mouth to attempt to elaborate, it seemed to ring with him what she meant.

"I knew I could trust you, del Mar. My savior," she said with a small giggle, hiding her mouth with a hand.

Hot tub... that sounded nice. She could definitely float in a hot tub, right?

Right?

"Hot tub it is. Let's go, let's go," Summer chirped, grabbing at his arm to drag him anywhere but out of the kitchen.

Martín del Mar

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"Experience with someone, hmm?"

Summer contemplated Ana's statement, sipping from her glass. She then set it down on the table in front of her, allowing a smile to crawl on her lips.

"Perhaps you're right. The reason I don't appreciate the city is because I live there, alone, not counting my family. So... why don't you make the experience all the more exciting with me?"

She leaned closer, her fingers that had been resting on Ana's shoulder coming to gently touch her cheek.

ANA STONE

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Summer, in contrast to her brother, seemed determined not to bring a date or escort. Whatever Ollie's case may be...

She appeared dignified, dressed to the nines in an elegant gown and makeup to match. Her hair was curled in gentle waves, falling over her shoulders.

Everyone would see and rave about Summer Atreides, the heiress of the Prescott name and business. Everyone would be craving a chance to speak to her, dance with her, just have a second of her time...

Summer stood to the side, sipping from a glass properly as her rather intoxicated and equally as obnoxious sibling jostled into her. She spared him a scowl, huffing as the drink sloshed onto the ground.

"Watch it, moron," she hissed, narrowing piercing red eyes at him.

"You've taken enough for the both of us. Someone needs to remain dignified."

knox prescott

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Summer wouldn't mind challenging the notion. She smiled, almost as if she knew, before speaking.

"Do you? I feel as though you'd be with your suitor instead of with me should you have one, Miss Fiorelli. My apologies for sounding harsh," she said with a chuckle.

"I mean no ill intent, though. I think it's not worth the time or effort. Man or woman, love is worth nothing compared to the work and aspirations of the world. Love serves to hurt the heart rather than heal it."

She spoke the words almost bitterly, staring away, ahead, as she thought about Casey again. Her eyes closed for a moment, humming monotonously before looking back.

"You have a point. It's rather fun doing the heart breaking rather than having a broken heart."

Summer gazed at the drink that was delivered to her, trailing her sharp gaze to the table of men they had been discussing not too long ago. It seemed that whichever sent it, they were not afraid to stare back. She smiled, showing glinting white teeth as she turned back to the drink.

"They are nothing more than life sucking businessmen. I have no time or patience for them. Take it away, please," she said, waving her hand.

That caused a stir, as the men noticed the bartender taking away the rejected drink. Of course, they had thought they had won, with her all knowing smile and dazzling charm. But Summer Prescott wasn't going to play easy.

"Please, Miss Elisabeth, I'd rather stay here and chat than be in the company of those men discussing whatever finances they will talk about when I show up. They know who my father is. It's all a ploy to get closer to the goal of becoming powerful."

Elisabeth Fiorelli

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