Oliver Sykes | The Musician
While there were ulterior motives for attending this party, Oliver was never one to turn one down. He knew that the sole purpose of being here, other than to just have a fucking good time and enjoy himself, was to get Josh back with his bird, or at least to get the two to bloody talk, however he was definitely going to do the latter of the two. He didn't know the girls all that well, and he wondered how many of the people in attendance that evening they actually knew themselves, however that wasn't about to stop him.
After a while, things got to be a bit too much for his liking, and so, after grabbing himself a drink, the tattooed man headed upstairs where he was certain things would be a bit quieter. He was certain the guys wouldn't leave without him, however, if they did leave without him, he knew how to get back to the hotel anyway. He had a feeling they were going to be here for a while though. Josh was one of his good friends, but he could be so fucking hardheaded and stubborn sometimes, and from the few times he'd spoken to Viola, she seemed to be the same exact way, so he highly doubted anyone would be going anywhere any time soon.
It was kind of funny when he really thought about it. Someone with a profession like his should be used to the crowds and being in the spotlight, however that wasn't always the case. In fact, Oliver was a very different person off stage. It was almost like he was a completely different person altogether, and he was certain that that came as a shock to a lot of people. No one expected the frontman of a band to be soft spoken at times, but that was precisely who he was. And, with that, came enjoying peace and quiet which was precisely what he hoped to find upstairs. He wasn't really sure if he was supposed to be up there, though he was fairly certain someone would have told him off as he approached the stairs if they'd actually cared enough to do so.
And so, that was how he found himself walking into one of the small storage rooms. He was rather surprised to find that he wasn't the only one who'd had the idea to make their escape up the stairs, however he wouldn't be surprised if there were quite a few people here who weren't the biggest partiers or who had been dragged there by a friend against their own will or something of the sort. Figuring he'd attempt to make small conversation, he approached the bay window where the blonde was seated, seemingly staring out at the city and just taking in the view. "Beautiful isn't it?" He commented, sipping his drink. He waited for a response, but it never came. He was certain he'd waited an ample amount of time for her to respond, and she just didn't. "I've always liked it here. One of my favorite places in the States, I reckon." He continued on. And, yet again, no response. He was almost starting to get offended. Almost. Was she purposely not answering him? Was she ignoring him? He had no idea, but he kind of wanted to find out, and so he continued. "I don't really know the girls who own this place. One of 'em used to date one of my mates. That's why 'm here right now, to be honest. Trying to get them two back together, I guess." He chuckled slightly. He shouldn't have been surprised, but for whatever reason he was, when she didn't say anything to him again.
Viola Baudlair | The One That Got Away
There wasn't a day that went by without Viola thinking back to that night. The fight was no different than any other one they'd gotten into. The thing was, they were all over something meaningless and stupid, and, realistically, none of them should have really happened. Well, maybe they should have, but maybe the lack in severity should have made working things out a lot easier than it was. While they always forgave each other, clearly they never really sorted out any of their actual issues as a couple. And maybe that was why Viola had left. Maybe she was fed up with it all. She honestly couldn't tell you what possessed her to leave that night. Maybe she was finally giving up. She didn't really know, but what she did know was that, despite how things had been to the bitter end, she missed Josh terribly.
A little less than a year had passed since Viola just up and left in the middle of the night. It was hard to say what her stance was on the whole thing now. While there was a part of her, whether she was willing to admit it or not, who truly did miss Josh, there was a part of her that had known that she'd done what was for the best for both of them. Things just clearly weren't working out between them. Sure, maybe she shouldn't have just up and left like that without even leaving him a note, but she didn't know what else she was supposed to do. If she'd stayed, he probably would have convinced her, yet again, that they were going to be okay and that they could work this out. If she'd left a note, well, it would just make things all the more difficult for her in her eyes. Just leaving was a clean break for her. Sure, maybe it was slightly impulsive as well, but that was a completely different story altogether. The fact of the matter was, she'd had her reasons for leaving, and no matter how much she might regret it now, it was what it was. She couldn't go back and change the past and that was that.
Her friends very easily saw a change in her the last year, and it certainly wasn't for the better. No matter how much they'd fought with each other until the end, it was quite clear just how happy Josh had made Viola. And they were fed up with seeing her unhappy. Needless to say, they were going to try and be good friends and help her out if they could. So, they'd called up a few of Josh's friends, who were also tired of how moody and sulky their friend had become as of late, and they had devised a plan. You Me At Six had a show in the Miami area. It just so happened that Viola had been staying with a few of her friends there since the breakup.
"Isn't this more fun than eating ice cream and binge-watching How I Met Your Mother?" Her friend asked over the loud music pounding throughout their apartment. Her friends had decided to throw a party this weekend, something that Viola hadn't been all that pleased to discover, but there wasn't much she could do other than hide out in her room. Her friends had been adamant on her enjoying herself that night. So far, she was far to sober to even remotely be enjoying herself and, now that her friend mentioned it, ice cream and How I met Your Mother seemed rather appealing right about now. Before she could say anything on the subject, her friend cut her off. It almost seemed as though she'd spotted someone she knew or something. "Crap, I think I left my phone in the bathroom...can you go check to see if it's there?" Viola should have seen right through her friend's odd behavior right then and there, but for whatever reason she didn't. Maybe she just saw this as an excuse to escape for a little while. She knew she couldn't stay upstairs for long, but it would be enough for her for the time being. "Why would you leave it...never mind...I'll be right back." She shook her head slightly before pushing through the crowd of people so that she could get to the stairs.
"Jesus Christ, who worries about leaving their bloody phone in their own bathroom." She mumbled to herself, currently down on the ground on her hands and knees in search of her friend's phone. And that was where her attention was focused until she heard the click of the lock on the bathroom door. Looking up, her eyes widened in shock at who she saw standing there. He was the last person she expected to see standing there. What was he doing here? Who had invited him to the party? That's when she heard Max's voice through the door. Instead of saying anything to Josh, she went straight to the door, banging on it with her fist. "Max, this isn't bloody funny! Open the damn door!"
"No can do, Vi. You two need to talk this out, and you're not going anywhere until you do."[Your start was fine!]