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Post by Aleksandra Krum on Jun 4, 2007 18:52:17 GMT -5
Aleksandra laughed. All this girl could do was call names. " Aw, that hurt so bad." She said in a sad voice." The only f**king Bitch I see is you." Aleksandra yelled. Unfortunately right when the songs where changing. Now everyone knew they were in a fight, but no one began chanting 'fight, fight, fight. No everyone stayed away. She guessed they knew it was better to stay away when to girls where fighting. Aleksandra decided to stand there and wait to see if the girl was gonna bitch slap her again.
Insults... that's all that was being thrown now.
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Post by Marco Krum on Jun 4, 2007 22:19:54 GMT -5
Tanner lifted a hand to his cheek and squinted his eyes for a moment, feeling the welt that was appearing. His poor face. Did people he loved just insist on mutating it? He most certainly didn't not a mutated face. His olive skin; now scared. He was quick positive Jake may have done internal damage and taken his kidneys out as he slept or something, and now the welt. Gawsh, people. He trailed after Marco and Aleksandra, watching the midst of the slut Marco had been dancing with come at and totally snap at Aleksandra, his love. The blonde slut was, like, 'OH NUH UH' and Aleksandra was all like, 'OH YEAH HUH,' And then there were punches and bitch slaps and cussing and insults. Why so much fighting? Tanner had to ponder on this for a moment. Had he and Jake set a trend? How wonderful! He felt like calling out at the moment, 'JAKEY, WE'RE TRENDY!' with a large smile upon his gorgeous face, but he most certainly did not. He just nudged Marco, who was watching beside him, in the hip and nodded to the girls, "Ey, should we stop them?" he asked, worried at tad. Girls could get fiesty you know. Their small fists could literally murder each other.
Marco felt horrible. He hadn't been there at all for his sister. His heart was clenching and he felt...well, like he'd let her down, to speak simply. Poor boy was lecturing himself over this in his mind. You idiot, Marco. You're supposed to be there for her always. She was about to get raped by some drunken guy and you didn't know until last minute! You're such a horrible brother! You should be ashamed of yourself! You'd seriously let your sister get raped and most likely killed or traumatized by some swurvy guy at a party? Horrible. He had been thinking, up until he felt something nudge his side. Then it occured to him that Tanner was beside him and the girls had been fighting all along. He hesitated for a moment, watching the girls throw slaps and punchs and insults at each other, then looking to Tanner, "Most likely, before they rip each other apart with their miniscule fists," he said quietly, stepping up in between the girls and raising a hands up to both of them, "Really, now, why in the world are you fighting? You don't even know each other's names," he said, sounding a bit weary and exhuasted. Poor, poor, Marco. Second fight-stopper in a week.
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Post by Molly Smith on Jun 4, 2007 22:37:33 GMT -5
Jake watched as his best friends got slapped, then felt himself get an equal slap to the cheek. Ow, d**n, Aleksandra had a good arm. He liked that, y'know? Yeah, you know. Then, she strutted away, and began to like, drink and stuff and be cool. And then, suddenly that stupid slut girl Marissa waltzed up to her, like, flicking hair over her shoulder and stuff and being the slut she is, and slapped her. OH NOES ALEKSANDRAS PRETTY, PRETTY FACE!
Jake fallowed along, slightly hesitant to interfere. But, you know, Marco had already dashed up and attempted to break up the fight, fallowed by Jake, and Tanner.
"Hey, uhm, yeah!" Jake agreed, running a hand over his hair and eying the two females with a slightly shocked look. Well, it seemed Aleksandra had punched this Marissa chick, and then Marissa had like, bitch slapped her a few times. Aleksandra: 10000000, 'cause again, she seemed to have a good arm. Marissa: 1000; bitch slaps don't make a fight, babe, just a really prissy one.
So, Jake watched intently for a moment, moving up beside Aleksandra to cheer her on if this really got dirty. Oh em gee. What if they ended up, like, ripping at each other's clothe? Jake had witnessed this once, and it was so awkward. But, it would be hot with Aleksandra; however, he would force himself not to watch. Psh, that's what he gets for being in love with a feisty girl. Woe is Jake, the trendy best friend of trendy Tanner boot.
-x-
Aubrey was suddenly pulled to her feet, just as quickly as she had been pulled down atop Andre. Then she was pulled away from her beloved bean bag chairs, and into the crowd of people, just briefly being able to witness the kitty cat claws. Oh well, thought Aubrey to herself, head turned back in attempt on seeing the two girls fight. But, all she managed to see was a blonde getting in between them. A hawt blonde, at that. But not as hot as grinding against Andre, and as the music began to play again, she was attacked by grinds by a number of males, almost being separated by Andre. Oh noes! Where of where could her Andre-kins be? Oh where oh where could he be?
"Annnndre?" She called, forcing her hips and pelvic to the beat of the music.
ooc;;
-Does homework- I couldn't include Molly, or Erwin </3
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Post by Aleksandra Krum on Jun 4, 2007 22:47:13 GMT -5
Aleksandra sighed. The fight was over. Since when had she ever listened to her little brother anyways. She was supposed to stay away from Jake, but she and him were still friends. She looked at him, thinking You should know why we were fighting, but he didn't know. She knew she would have to explain it. She turned and walked around to where she was standing between Jake and Tanner. She sighed and began to explain." Well I was sitting in a bean bag chair drinking my punch and she walks over, jerks me out of my chair and slaps me, After saying a few things. So, I throw whats left of my punch in her face and say a few insults and then I punched her. She said a few more insults and then I said a few more insults. Then you walked over here." Aleksandra said.
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Post by Tanner Boot on Jun 6, 2007 21:49:30 GMT -5
Marco sighed with an exhuasted look upon his face. His sister was such a tough cookie to snap that it was a pain in the ass. Though he was used to it, he found it more tiring now at the party. And a tad emabressing, too, since his big sister was beating up on some slut girl. He felt like saying, 'C'mon, Sandi. She's not work all the energy,' but he didn't. Poor Marissa was actually a fine dance upon the dancefloor, and Aleksandra really didn't have a right to totally break her face. But Marissa didn't have the right to totally stomp up to Aleksandra and start it. But Sandra, the instigator, was now in the fight and hurrying it on. Sometimes he wanted to glue her mouth shut, but he kept that contained. Annoyance came along with all siblings, did it not? Yes, but Marco still loved his sister more than most siblings would lvoe their's. With a pat of his hair, he sighed and looked to Jake and Tanner, "I need alcohol, you guys?" He asked like with a smile on his gorgeous face as he patted down a few curls atop his head. Yes, alcohol. The punch was currently running low, thus they needed to conjure up some vodka or tequila or something that would easily get them wasted and make them go play strip poker in the Forbidden Forest.
Tanner watched Aleksandra for the moment, then looked at Jake and Marco, his trendy besties. Of course alcohol sounded good right now. Alcohol. Yep. Have them get wasted and go play strip poker in the morning, only to wake up their without clothes all together with hangovers in the next hours of daylight? Duh. That's what was happening at this party. He looked at Aleksandra again for a bit, hoping the fight would end so they could party on like normal teens with welts on their faces. But whatever. He'd stop this fight in his own way. Taking out his wand, the gorgeous boy gave if a flick and fluttered his eyes closed, saying something in his mind. In front of him appeared a table with all kinds of alcohol. He opened his eyes and let out an exhale of relief, matching the one of Marco beside him. He took a Smirnoff bottle in his hand and attempted to scream over the music, "SHOOTERS, ANYONE?"
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Post by Molly Smith on Jun 6, 2007 22:59:12 GMT -5
Jake's attention was suddenly taken away from Aleksandra and the fight, and placed upon Tanner, Marco and the table. "OHMYGOSH SHOOTERS!" The boy exclaimed, jumping at the table with such force that it seemed he was about to, possibly, molest it. But he didn't, instead he only delicately let his fingers entwine close to his chest as he eyed the drinks in awe. Why yes, Jake did love shooters, and yes, he did like strip poker, and yes, he was ready to drop everything and start chugging.
So, Jake lifted a short bottle of something-or-rather, and began to sip at it. Again, Jake didn't need much to get waisted, as they say. or was that for drugs? Whatever, he just wanted to get nude.
-x-
Erwin laughed at the small, cute bratty Chang girl that was insistent on bothering her sister. Watching Rory get intimate with a male? Not Sarah, or Erwin's cup of tea. Erwin was not one of those boys who adored sex, and everything to do with sex, and would grope a girl to get revenge for putting a empty trash can on his head; however, Stripey is madly in love with that kind of boy. But, nope, Erwin was the loud, happy-go-lucky, sad, emo boy who just did his best.
AT the shout of "SHOOTERS, ANYONE?" he jumped. Yes, it was loud, but that was just shocking. A grin slowing pulling up his cheeks, Erwin looked from Marie-Sarah to Rory insistently. Woah! Now he had a little sister, Sarah, and this hawt babe with him! So, even if he hardly knew them, and wasn't actually related to either, he un-cupped their hands and grabbed them in his own, skipping along and shouting, "LETS GO GET DRUNK!"
-x-
Aubrey, who had super-fantastic hearing, got rather excited, rather quickly at this. Shooters? As in, random alcohol drinks? In cool cups? Well, she and Andre would have no choice but to join in on the action.
Grabbing Andra from behind, arms locked around his neck, Aubrey pushed him playfully toward the table, despite his attempts to get free. Bwahhaaa, now Aubrey had the chance to get sexed by Andre when he was drunk!
-x-
Molly, Molly, Molly. I do take a liking to her name, thanks. She had got word of a party down at the Room of Requirement, and had totally gone for the goal at getting to meet new people. You know, other then just her siblings, and that Tanner kid. So now she was quietly pacing the halls as students entered and left and entered again after a private make-out session, awaiting to get in, her mind still contemplating if it was really such a good idea.
1) She could get raped. 2) She could meet the love of her life. 3) She could get drunk. 4) She could have a nice romantic dance. 5) Hell, she doesn't care, she just wants to party.
Molly heaved a sigh, the door appearing for her as she thought a moment, paced another three times and was granted entry. It was probably the worst thing you could hear when going to the first party of you're life. The words: Shooters, anyone? And it didn't help that she knew that beautiful voice that was Tanner. Either way, Oracle Molly Smith proceeded threw the crowd, until popping beside tanner's side, with no trace of anyone seeing her appear there.
"Hello," She said, rather loudly, attempting to get over the music. Even when her voice is loud, she is all, SOFT.
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Post by Autumn Smith on Jun 8, 2007 0:18:47 GMT -5
Aleksandra rolled her eyes. " Your to young, Marco." She said and smiled. He was to young, but then again so was she. She sighed. She walked over to the table and was there long enough for Tanner to yell," Shooters anyone?" She covered her ears and said," Tanner, I'm right here and your louder than the music." She sounded annoyed, but she was smiling. She picked up a glass off the table and sipped it. She spit it out and sat the cup on the table," Tanner what is this?" She said and conjured up a bottle of Tequila(sp?). She opened the bottle and poured half of it into some glasses. She then took a drink from the bottle. " Yall have fun." She said and disappeared into the crowd. She walked over to the other side of the room and drank her alcohol.
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Post by Admin on Jun 11, 2007 18:44:17 GMT -5
Marissa of course, was still standing there, glaring at the floor where Aleksandra's feet had been planted moments before. Her face was starting to hurt an awful lot, come to think of it. Now, she wondered dreadfully why. Well, of course it was from the Krum girl's arm - rather nice arm she had, actually, come to think of it - but what was now wrong? Was her nose broken? Or her jaw? OH MY GOSH, HER POOR FACE.
It was actually kind of sad, really, that she had now been abandoned. After all, Marissa was rarely ever seen alone. Well, alone yes, but never alone while upset. Nope. Marissa being upset meant that she would need several people to vent out at, that none of them would mind being, possibly, yelled at. Not that Marissa ever yelled unless absolutely necessary.
Absolutely necessary? Now she would only have to decide whether going over to tell Aleksandra she was going to need to f**k off was worth getting into a fuss over. She'd have to pass the large group of still-grinding people (gosh, did they run off of an unexpireable battery?) and then by the group of first and second years running around. Say, why were those kids there?
Hm... Deciding that she'd rather just get herself drunk and join the mass of people, she made her way over to the table where of course they'd conjured the shooters. She met Marco's gaze with a hard stare (OH MY GOSH, A HARD STARE?) before making her way back through the crowd. Oh well. There were other people, she didn't need to care about just one in particular.
-x-
"Um... I'm not getting drunk." Nope. Her mother would kill her... her father would probably never find out - hell, she wondered if he even remembered her name anymore, what with all that was happening... and then of course, there was the fact that Marie-Sarah didn't feel like completely wasting herself that day, thank you very much. Actually, she never did feel like wasting herself... hm... The teenage mind was so very, very interesting to Sarah. Yes, indeed.
She could have some amazing science experiment or other, about how confusing the teenage mind was, and why older sisters insisted upon being... just weird in general, she assumed. Or, better yet, it could be over how teenage minds were before and after alcohol. After all, she was sure not everyone slumped around slurring their speech every day of the week. Well, except for those alcoholics that she knew (or didn't know) of...
"SO I REFUSE TO BE DRAGGED AROUND TO GET DRUNK BY THE GUY MY SISTER APPARENTLY LIKES JUST TO GET DRUNK." Come on, Rory, geez... Obvious much? Honestly. Ooh, there was an idea. Teenage girls' minds and how they react to crushes. Hm...
-x-
Andre turned around, blinking several times as he was dragged out of the crowd (of hawt girls, yes), by - say, who was it? "Aubrey dearest, whatever are you doing?" Shooters? Shooters? Heck yes. Andre, being the little rave-boy that he was, loved shooters. And grinding. And girls. And Aubrey. Well, perhaps not when she was dragging him around by the neck demanding that he get drunk with her silently (ooh, that was skill, alright), but he had to admit.
Was she raping him? Oh dear. No, she just wanted to get him drunk. THEN WHAT? Oh, all the possibilities... Was he driving himself insane? Why was he talking to himself? Hm. He may never know. But this seemed like something Aubrey did around the clock, he decided, allowing himself to be pulled. By the neck, however? No, that wouldn't do. She could strangle him. Huh, how did he even know that she didn't want to strangle him?
Oh my gosh, paranoid thoughts much? However, it did seem at this point that he could very well choke in the next several minutes, and so he took her hand from around his neck, allowing himself now to be dragged by the hand. Well, at least he was able to breathe now, hm?
-x-
Who was this? Latecomer to the party? On the way to showing Michael and Jason to the door (psh, idiots, if they couldn't find a door, honestly) Hailie had spotted someone new enter, seemingly unable to decide whether or not she should be there, as she called 'hello'. "Change of plans, Michael, whatever-the-Malfoy-kid's-name-is, you're staying!" If there were people arriving now, she was not allowing them to be boring and leave.
Gosh, they were like the Slytherin rejects. There were Slytherins all over the place, and here they were acting as if they'd never been to a party in their life. Oh my gosh, had they ever been to a party in their lives? She knew for a fact that Michael had - she'd made sure of that, whether or not he'd enjoyed it. But the poor, poor Malfoy child. Such a social outcast if he'd never before been to a rave. "Malfoy-kid, whatever-your-name-is, you're staying and you /will/ get drunk and have fun with everyone else!"
Now, who was this new person? She was a Hufflepuff, Hailie knew, perhaps a year or two younger than the Pucey twins themselves actually. Ooh yay, another lovely little Hufflepuff housemate of Hailie's! (Say, where were all the other Hufflepuffs...? She did so wonder...) "Hello!" she called back, still over the music, although not nearly as soft-spoken as the girl had initially been. [/size]
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Post by Tanner Boot on Jun 21, 2007 22:31:28 GMT -5
Tanner, upon hearing a familiar soft voice, lowered his arms that were loaded with alcohol bottles and averted his eyes down to his side, coming in contact with the gorgeous blonde. She seemed to light up the room with just her presence. It was the blonde he had met in the Greenhouses a while back, sweet and lovely as can be. They'd talked since then, and become friends. Not best friends, but friends with an attraction that was hard not to notice. Tanner had to contain himself from hugging her the first few seconds he saw her beside him, fore he didn't really want to clonk her in the head with multiple bottles of alcohol and have her go unconscious. No, that would be terrible. See, Tanner felt for this girl. From the day they met, he had wanted to get to know her better. She was just so angelic and it made him feel warm inside. He loved being around her for the beauty and kindness were such a difference from the seductive and rough Aleksandra. The past few days, he had noticed that his liking for Aleksandra as a significant other had been lowered. His concentration was now set of lovely Molly Smith, the girl beside him that made him feel so...Oh, a mixture of all different feelings. The butterflies in his stomach would rave at the mere sight of the beauty. With glowsticks and everything. The gorgeous boy set the alcohol down on the table that held the contents from everything from liqour to margarita mix, then turned back to Molly Smith, the blonde girl he seemed to fancy. He placed a smile on his face that he only have Molly; this gorgeous thing that seemed to only come out for her. It was a side-grin that was amazingly sexy. He ran a hand over his smooth hair and gave Molly a hug-type-thing, then patted her softly on the shoulder, "You've been here all along?" he asked over the music, eyes on her.
Poor Marissa. Poor, poor Marissa. This had to be the first time he was truly angry at his sister. She just ahd to go aorund starting shitt, didn't she? She had to walk around like she owned the place and do whatever she wanted? Stupid Aleksandra. She couldn't just piss off a girl like that and start a huge fight. But she was Aleksandra Krum, 'Hufflepuff Princess' and Quidditch Captain, as well as Prefect. Goodness, she could do almost anything, couldn't she? Yes, he loved his sister more than a lot of things, but he was starting to feel the annoyance. So, Marco. The boy with the curly blonde hair, big and full of personality. Those green eyes seemed to be so clear and calm, soothing as he turned them to you. He was muscular, but slim. He was truly a gorgeous boy. And that gorgeous boy was walking towards Marissa with a Seabreeze in his hand. He patted his hair with his free hand and placed it on the girl's shoulder. No, her face wasn't wrecked up too badly. Poor thing. He'd just met her, but he could't help but feel attracted and slightly sorry for this girl. She was assertive, but had gotten beaten up by his older sister because she was trying to stand up for him. If a girl would do that after just dancing with you, then he was up to learn more about said girl. And that girl was Marissa Wood. "Hey," he said, offering up a handsome smile and the Seabreeze in his hand.
"SHOOTERS?" Nikki said, and looked up with interest. Finally. She'd been awaiting this part. The part where they all got slightly drunk and then continued dancing more. Well, at least /she/ didn't intend on getting completely wasted. Too bad she was going to either way and go play strip poker with everyone in the Forbidden Forest. "Shooters, shooters!" she exclaimed, brigth blue eyes turning to her best friends, Charlie Ashwood and Eliot Potter. The two gay boys she adored too much for words. She tugged the two on the sleeve and smiled, grabbing and arm each, "C'MON!" And with that, she proceeded to drag them over to the table of alcohol and taking two full shooter glasses and handing one to Charlie and Elliot each, then one for herself. "One, two, THREE!" And with that she downed the alcohol that burned her throat. The blonde was having a wonderous time. She had danced with a crapload of people, and was now having a joyous time of drinking alcohol. It had to be the best party ever. Seriously.
Charlie laughed at his best friend, Nikki Bones, who was just passed him a shooter. He ran a hand through his hair and shook it out of his bright blue eyes, the black clashing amazingly well with his pale skin. He looked at the glass with a smile, then let it go down his throat on three, head tipped back slightly. Once the contents of the glass was down safely, he looked back at his besties with an exhale, throat burning, "ANOTHER!" he said, slamming the glass down on the table in order of an refill. He looked to the side at the love of his life, Elliot Potter. This boy made him swell with feelings. Lust, love, wanting. Not only were they secret lovers, but best friends. Who wouldn't want a relationship like that? Not able to contain his lover anymore, Charlie pressed himself against Elliot's side and wrapped his arms around the boy's waist. He planted a kiss on the boy's lips and pulled away, smile on his face. He loved this boy. He didn't care who saw the public display of love between to hot boys at the moment. "Good, love?" he asked, batting the black eyelashes that surrounded his amazing blue eyes.
Rory was having doubts about this. She took her arm back and attempted to scooch away from Erwin for the time being, humiliated by her younger sister enough already. She let out a small sigh and looked up, smoothing down her hair even more-so. She wasn't about to get drunk, either. Alcohol had calories, didn't it? She could get from that, couldn't she? Liquid made the stomach bloated. But she had burned a lot of calories {of which hadn't been there} as she danced, right? A drink couldn't hurt. She hadn't drank before, but it was alright to try something new, wasn't it? She was near tears when a stranger forced her a drink, vodka mixed with orange and cranberry juice; called a Seabreeze, but decided to suck it up. She took a sip and let it burn her throat, nibbling on her bottom lip afterwards, then taking another small sip. Sweet, but not so bad. She'd just have to do extra sit ups that night {even though she was already amazingly thin}. The model ran a hand through her straight, dark brown hair, the choppy bangs falling in her face, only to be pushed away by small fingers, revealing the large brown eyes cleanly eyed with black liner. Amazlingly pretty, she was. But she was a model, what did you expect?
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Post by Erwin Weasley on Jul 5, 2007 17:34:42 GMT -5
Molly gave her perfectly angelic little smile, lips lightly resting on each other, not a tooth showing, not a full pink lip out of place. She and Tanner had indeed gotten closer over the time since their Green House meeting, and had fallen even more over their head for the other being. Molly had learned that pretty-boy Tanner seemed to become more then just a simple crush, and she actually knew things about him now' He bad Jake Creevey had taken a number of swings at each other, Tanner was madly (but fading), in love with Aleksandra, and of course they had taught each other all that they knew about Herboligy. Now, Molly had the feeling her butterfly's were at a rave (as Bee puts it), just setting her eyes on Tanners gorgeous smile; that, mind you, was all to herself.
"Not the whole time," she said, turned to look at the assortment of drinks and goblets and such. Molly wasn't much of a drinker, though, she could at least try one. What could it hurt? "Tanner? Which one is... The least alcoholic?" Her voice asked softly; think, with a voice so beautiful when she spoke, Imagen how it could sound in song.
Ooh, Andre. My god, such a beautiful name, to suit such a beautiful boy. A beautiful raving, Aubrey-crazed (she hoped) boy, at that. And one who was going to get drunk with Aubrey even if he didn't want to. Ho ho ho, Aubrey is so very sneaky, eh?
"Andre-dear!" The beautiful Burnett exclaimed, clutching his hand and making him spin (once again) with her as they walked. Maybe they could start a new dance. Aubrey would call it Jabber Walky Dance 007.93 1/2, but Andre would make it all French and pizazz-full. Anyways, "Come on, faster, hurry!" Pfft, faster. Aubrey snickered when she said that; the poor perverted little girl. They had arrived at the table, now crowded and full of drunkards, drinking. Durr. Aubrey scooped up two random bottles, and handed one to Andre, taking a swig of her own and laughing. Oh, what fun? No, Aubrey is just a freak. Cough.
Elliot had been very much enjoying the chuggage of shooters between his besites, but still, he enjoyed a kiss from Charlie just as much. yeah, everyone would be too drunk to remember them swapping saliva, right? Right. "Very good." Agreed Elliot Potter, wrapping his arms around Charlie's neck, and slipping a glance at Nikki from around Charlie. The poor girl, alone and drinking. But she was never alone. She had Elliot. But Elliot wanted Charlie. And Nikki wanted Elliot. And Charlie wanted Elliot. And Elliot's whoreish cousin wanted Elliot. And the Skittles rainbow wanted Elliot. And the happy clouds wanted Elliot, and, well, you get the point. Everyone wanted Elliot; for he was cute, shy, and a total uke. And a Slytherin, which automatically made him hot. Elliot pressed his lips onto Charlie's, hoping for a snog, then to fell on the floor and under the table and get Charlie inside of him, but he knew it wouldn't happen. Then he wouldn't be able to go play strip poker in the Forbidden Forest with everyone, but he didn't know how to play, anyways. So, Elly settled with kissing, and occasionally looking at Nikki with a smile. Yey.
And Jake was to not-important to be in this post.
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Post by Admin on Jul 5, 2007 19:45:11 GMT -5
La de da. Parties were so much fun, weren't they? Well, perhaps not the having your face smashed in part (although that appeared to be only Marissa, come to think of it), but... Who really cared at this point? Like, seriously. She was about to go get drunk along with everybody else - no one would be sober enough to notice her face. Nothing a touch of make-up couldn't fix tomorrow, of course.
Oh, lookie. It was Marco. Back again. You see, Marissa really did get more or less everything she wanted. Perhaps a bit late, but at the very least she had gotten it. "Hey...?" Even Marissa, being the confident (or you could save the extra syllable and just say bitchy) girl that she was, was surprised that he had come over. Wasn't he the one that was just a little more attached to his sister than necessary? Oh well. He was hawt, and just overall a nice guy - although, most of the time, that never really mattered to Marissa; which was all that mattered, right?
Aleksandra had to back off. -x- We should now just say that Aubrey was not the only poor gutter-minded person in the room at the moment. About five heads or so had turned at this particular statement. As well as Andre's, seeing as he'd been staring across the room at... he forgot, but he'd been staring across the room. For some strange reason. Hm. Andre was just crazy.
Which was why he and Aubrey were so well-matched and all; it was all in the fact that they were both gutter-minded, crazy, drunk, grinding teenagers. Psh, what the hell? He had to stop thinking. F**k. He was supposed to be getting drunk off his ass here. Duh. You're not very bright. Pfft.
Downing... whatever was inside the bottle he'd been handed, Andre wondered vaguely whether he was being poisoned. You know, there were a good number of people that would probably want him dead. Er... He couldn't think of any at the moment, but there sure as heck were. -x- Hailie&Michael&Jason&whoever else I brought into this and then forgot stood there like idiots. Plznthnx. [/size]
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Post by Orion Smith on Jul 5, 2007 20:13:40 GMT -5
You see, he and Molly play this game. It started one day when they bumped in to each other in the Greenhouses yet again. It was the game that trigger their friendship and love even more so. Tanner had suggested a game as they sat there together in silence with the plants all around them, allowing them selves to enjoy the silence that was so unlikely now adays. They'd started off with a word game. He's allowed Molly to pick the topic, of which she chose food. Whatever the last letter of the food someone said was, you'd have to say a word beginning with that letter. Say Molly said spaghetti. Tanner would have to say something like ice burg lettuce. Of course, at the time, he lost due to the fact he couldn't think of one. But a few days later, he walked by her in the hallway with that sexy smile he only gave her and said, "Ice burg lettuce," Another day went by and they met in the Greenhouses again. This time they played a different game; Truth. You ask questions and they tell the truth about everything and anything you ask. And if they don't, they lose. And since Tanner was rather competitive... Thus, the game got them to the close friends and near-lovers they were. Yeah, the love he had for Aleksandra just seemed stupid to him now. What had he been doing all these years, chasing after her along side Jake? Jake deserved her, the poor guy. But with the discovery of Molly Smith, all fancy of Aleksandra Krum was a part of the past, or like a tumbleweed rolling by. His heart was slowly being taken by Molly Smith. Indeed, this girl made him smile. She made him feel warm inside :]. Yes, Tanner had fallen for Molly since the day they met. Dear Booty here was in love. And it was indeed Friday. {That song by The Cure; Friday I'm In Love} "Ha. Alcohol content shouldn't matter right now, Mol," Tanner said with a smile, wrapping his arm around her shoulder in a friendly way, not seductive just yet. "Try the tequila. It makes the evil twin come out of everyone. Quite amusing, actually," Sexy lop-sided grin; a mound of girls stopped to glare at Molly.
He curled her fingers around the drink he'd offered up to her and smiled, patting his mop of curly blonde hair; a trait both the Krum siblings shared. Lucky no one was playing 'Stick Crap in Marco's Hair' today. Otherwise he'd be grinding in a flood of females with quills in his hair and such. Not very attractive, but guys made up the stupidest things for amusment, didn't they? With a Marco smile, he placed a hand softly on Marissa's shoulder. "How's your face?" he asked, leaning in slightly to see the damage, but to also show he was indeed interested. It may turn out to be a drunken hook-up or a long-term relationship. You never know. He allowed his amazing green eyes to take a quick swipe of her face, "No. Still gorgeous," he said, patting her shoulder and smiling again. That's what he needed. Marco Krum had always been scared of taking risks and being in relationships. He wanted to prove to himself he wasn't such of a wuss and that he could, indeed, have a heated fling with a pretty girl during this party. Plus, Marissa was pretty and pretty steamed. She would work. Wonderously. So, Marco set himself in seductive mode, which wasn't hard at all, really.
Goodness, goodness, Elliot. Everyone seemed to want that little boy. They should shove him in a leopard print man thong and take pictures of him. Elliot Potter, the porn star. That way everyone could get a taste, from the comfort of their own home. But no, no. Only Charlie got to see such the sexual Elliot. Why? Because they were lovers. Yep. Steamy night in the bathroom, anal much? Duhrr. The boys had done it quite a bit since, but today was the first time they exposed their love to the sweaty, drunken public of Hogwarts School was Witchcraft and Wizardry. Charlie held Elliot, pecking his lips ever so often, hands on the small of the other boy's back. Charlie had wanted this boy so badly, and here he had him. But he lacked the knowledge that nearly everyone around him, even the rainbows and pretty clouds, wanted his Elliot. In his eyes, only he would butt-sex, marry, and adopt children with Elliot Potter. All in San Francisco. He leaned over to the table a bit, taking a bottle of some red, fruity substance and downing a large gulp. He shoved it in to Elliot's hand and smiled. Alcohol, friends, Elliot, and a soon to come game of strip poker in the Forbidden Forest? Fuuck yes.
Nikki was currently busying herself with a conversation with some seventh year. Heck, her besties were too busy making it. Ignoring the smiles Elliot occasionally gave her, she ran a hand through her hair and turned her back to them. Since the two had gotten together, she'd bene placed as the rusty third wheel. It was just kind of uncomfortable when her two best friends started making out right there as they hung out, or like now in public. She couldn't blame them, though. Love was love. Even though she was part of that d**n wanting circle. Dammit. Jealousy was such a terrible thing, wasn't it? She curled her fingers around the vodka bottle the seventh year male was holding and took a sip, already feeling such making her a bit dizzy. She smiled, though. Strip poker was to come.
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