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ohdittoh
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|| MOOD: getting a little girl drunk ||
|| LOCATION: kordei's place ||
|| OUTFIT: he wears socks, but this fit right here ||
|| INTERACTIONS: ronnie ||
|| MENTIONS: n/a ||
|| TAGS:
hery
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|| LOCATION: kordei's place ||
|| OUTFIT: he wears socks, but this fit right here ||
|| INTERACTIONS: ronnie ||
|| MENTIONS: n/a ||
|| TAGS:
hery
||MICHAEL REID
Mike, as he watched the kiddish girl cough and gag at the liquor, held back laughter from behind a hand cupped over his mouth. For a girl who was at nearly every party, she did a bad job at downing liquor.
Upon being offered the bottle, Mike chuckled and took the thing from Ronnie. "Wow," he said, coughing to disguise his laughter as he grabbed himself a cup, "really getting it started, Veronica." He poured his cup half full. "You not gonna finish your cup?" he asked, holding his cup up to his mouth. "That ain't the spirit."
As he took a long drink from his cup, his eyebrows furrowed.
He'd just remembered that he'd driven himself here.
Shit. Looked like he'd need a DD-- he wasn't about to wreck his car again.
He lowered his cup, grinning, and he moved to put an arm around Ronnie, though he quickly decided against it and instead put it behind his own head. "Ronnie, who did come here with? Or did you drive yourself?"
Thank God that he had the liquor in him-- when it started to work, he would surely need it, because, at this rate, his vague flirtation/vague conversations with Ronnie were going to make her think that he actually liked her or something.
He leaned against a wall. "I figured that more people would be here," he said, looking about himself, "but, you know, I'd be great if it were just you and me." He looked her over.
Okay, no, he couldn't say that and act like it was genuine. She inflated his ego, but that was the only thing about him that became inflated due to her, and even her ego-inflation made him annoyed. She was such a bugger. Kinda like a gnat, but one who scared off all of the girls in his vicinity just by its presence.
He was tempted to do the same thing that he'd pulled when Ronnie first began to bug him-- the whole I have a skin condition that means that people with your texture of skin can't get within five feet of me without making me break out-- but that had bugged what little conscience he had too much, and he'd had to say that oh, I was miraculously cured!, and he felt like she would be at least slightly suspicious if he went back on his miraculous cure excuse.
Instead, he cleared his throat and changed the subject back to alcohol. "Drinking's always the best way to get things started. Things seem kinda dull right now, but in thirty max? We'll all be loose." He pointed to his drink and grinned. "You know, people around you confess things that they wouldn't otherwise. Ya hear all kindsa things that you wouldn't otherwise." He gave her a wink. "Finish your drink, babe. You'll wanna be loosened up when everyone else is. It's never fun to be the sober one of the bunch."
In hopes that it would help her believe him, he finally put his arm around her and grinned down at her. "Ya know, maybe you'll even get a kiss or som'n tonight." He winked at her. "Or a lil' more, if you ask nice enough."
Okay, this was too much. The irritation in him was fueled by his flirting-against-his-will-for-the-greater-good-of-getting-this-simp-off-his-back, and it was all that he could do to drop everything that he was holding, walk out, drive home, and get to punching the punching bag that the landlord kept near the dumpers of his apartment.
To help himself bear it, with his free hand, he tilted his cup back up to his lips and downed the rest of it.
At this rate, Ronnie wasn't going to be the only one utterly wasted-- though, unlike her, he could handle his liquor, so he'd need a lot more to do the trick.
Upon being offered the bottle, Mike chuckled and took the thing from Ronnie. "Wow," he said, coughing to disguise his laughter as he grabbed himself a cup, "really getting it started, Veronica." He poured his cup half full. "You not gonna finish your cup?" he asked, holding his cup up to his mouth. "That ain't the spirit."
As he took a long drink from his cup, his eyebrows furrowed.
He'd just remembered that he'd driven himself here.
Shit. Looked like he'd need a DD-- he wasn't about to wreck his car again.
He lowered his cup, grinning, and he moved to put an arm around Ronnie, though he quickly decided against it and instead put it behind his own head. "Ronnie, who did come here with? Or did you drive yourself?"
Thank God that he had the liquor in him-- when it started to work, he would surely need it, because, at this rate, his vague flirtation/vague conversations with Ronnie were going to make her think that he actually liked her or something.
He leaned against a wall. "I figured that more people would be here," he said, looking about himself, "but, you know, I'd be great if it were just you and me." He looked her over.
Okay, no, he couldn't say that and act like it was genuine. She inflated his ego, but that was the only thing about him that became inflated due to her, and even her ego-inflation made him annoyed. She was such a bugger. Kinda like a gnat, but one who scared off all of the girls in his vicinity just by its presence.
He was tempted to do the same thing that he'd pulled when Ronnie first began to bug him-- the whole I have a skin condition that means that people with your texture of skin can't get within five feet of me without making me break out-- but that had bugged what little conscience he had too much, and he'd had to say that oh, I was miraculously cured!, and he felt like she would be at least slightly suspicious if he went back on his miraculous cure excuse.
Instead, he cleared his throat and changed the subject back to alcohol. "Drinking's always the best way to get things started. Things seem kinda dull right now, but in thirty max? We'll all be loose." He pointed to his drink and grinned. "You know, people around you confess things that they wouldn't otherwise. Ya hear all kindsa things that you wouldn't otherwise." He gave her a wink. "Finish your drink, babe. You'll wanna be loosened up when everyone else is. It's never fun to be the sober one of the bunch."
In hopes that it would help her believe him, he finally put his arm around her and grinned down at her. "Ya know, maybe you'll even get a kiss or som'n tonight." He winked at her. "Or a lil' more, if you ask nice enough."
Okay, this was too much. The irritation in him was fueled by his flirting-against-his-will-for-the-greater-good-of-getting-this-simp-off-his-back, and it was all that he could do to drop everything that he was holding, walk out, drive home, and get to punching the punching bag that the landlord kept near the dumpers of his apartment.
To help himself bear it, with his free hand, he tilted his cup back up to his lips and downed the rest of it.
At this rate, Ronnie wasn't going to be the only one utterly wasted-- though, unlike her, he could handle his liquor, so he'd need a lot more to do the trick.
code by ditto (head empty go bonk)
geminiy
v tired
Charlie finished pulling on her shoes just as Trevor made his appearance, tote slung over his arm and all. Straightening up her posture, the faintest of smiles crawled onto her lips as Lin cracked the joke about Trevor looking like a Karen. To be fair, he wasn’t wrong with his assessment. Ash joined in on the laughter, the giggles bubbling from her despite her efforts to stop them.
With Trevor leading the way, Charlie waited for everyone else to leave the apartment before locking the door firmly shut, giving the handle a little jiggle for security before following the crew down the stairs and out into the parking lot. After Trevor finished looking over his precious Rachel, Charlie swung the door open and hopped inside. Normally, she would have participated in the bicker for a few cheap laughs and a distraction until they got to the party. Instead, Charlie focused on the gentle thumping of the music playing just under the voices of Lin and Trevor, her fingers tapping careful rhythms on the steering wheel.
It was almost relieving to pull into one of the few empty parking spots by Kordei’s apartment, the van hissing to a halt. Before the engine seemed to be fully off, Lin was taking off like a bullet with Ash trailing close behind. Zeph and Trevor exited next, leaving Charlie alone in the car. It was quiet, the noise of the outside world muffled by the layers of glass and metal that sat between Charlie and the exterior of the van. For a moment, she paused, hands gripping the steering wheel with iron security. For a moment, just a single moment, Charlie allowed herself to breathe. She had a job to do and it was time to do it.
Stepping out of the van and locking the doors, Charlie shoved the keys into the pockets of her jeans and pulled a slanted smile onto her face as she walked over to beside Trevor. It was then that Zeph spoke with some rather… tasteful finger guns. Charlie nodded and threw the finger guns right back.
“I might just hold you to that, Zeph.” Charlie said sweetly, nodding him to the door. “Go have fun.”
Alone once again with Trevor, Charlie tucked her hands in her front pocket and let a hefty sigh fall from her chest. She didn’t have to lie or keep any walls up with Trev, nor did she have to say anything in his presence. There always seemed to be a general understanding that if the one or the other wanted to talk, they would. That sort of silent comfort reminded Charlie of her brothers, all three of whom she desperately wanted to see after the night she had just had. Charlie just stood quietly for a moment, leaning up against the car and taking in the cooling night air.
“I suppose we should go make sure Lin and Ash don’t go into liver failure, huh?” Charlie asked, pushing her body off the car with a swing of her arms. Making her way up the stairs, Charlie faltered for a moment outside of Dei’s apartment. People were already inside, she could hear their voices through the door. Was she supposed to knock? Fuck it. Charlie pushed the door open and made her way inside.
The apartment was much classier than Charlie had expected, far more organized and almost poetic in a modern sense. Of course, it felt like a through and through bachelor pad, but at least there wasn’t trash strewn haphazardly across the floor and mysterious stains on the wall. That’s all Charlie could ask for.
Spotting Amy across the room with Dei, Charlie took a step to approach them but instantly stopped dead in her tracks. She looked busy with Dei, why would she go and interrupt them? Noticing a few other familiar faces, the anxiety that had been bubbling in her chest began to raise again. Charlie really wanted to go home, she had a bad feeling about the stupid party. But what kind of loser would she be if she disappeared after getting rightfully reamed online, abandoning her friends for her own self pity?
Charlie made a wise decision and found the quietest, least inhabited corner to become her home for the evening. Maybe she could slip out during the party and wait in the van until everyone was done with their partying. She was really only there to make sure everyone got home safely anyways. Mindlessly, Charlie found herself surveying the ever growing crowd. People were carrying on, laughing and downing shots as if they were water. It seemed, even if just for a fleeting second, that nothing had happened.
Somewhere in the party, Charlie and Lin would be fighting out their shot battle. Trevor would probably smoke some weed and then join in for fun. And Zeph. Well, Charlie was certain she wouldn’t see him for the rest of the night. More people would arrive and begin dancing and drinking, causing white noise that Charlie could get lost in. She simply had to wait until then. She could make it until then. She had to make it until then.
location
dei's apartment
mood
lowkey numb but otherwise okay
outfit
chill, dude
tags
lin/trevor
ohdittoh
ash/zephyr
Winona
coded by natasha.
Zatanna
Born Again
BRIAR ROSE WESTYNSON
Outfit
Kordei's apartment
Tags:
natsukashii
,
ohdittoh
,
hery
This night was going well so far. Hunter gave her a nice hug, even touching her lower back. He was obviously interested in her. Briar couldn't help but grin as Mikey came to talk to her. He was smoother in person than over Twitter. Wasn't half bad looking either. The girl smiled and laughed along with him, even touching his chest for good measure. Then he looked away and his whole demeanor changed. Looking towards the door she saw Ronnie. The crazy red headed girl. Then just as quickly as he came in, Mikey was walking away. He left his bottle with her though, which was a fatal mistake. Taking a long pull of the bottle, Briar wiped her mouth. Didn't even burn. Felt like water going down. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of the alcohol slowly going into her blood stream. She was going to get absolutely hammered.
Nickie was being a bitch but Briar paid her no mind. It's sad really... Nickie is all over Hunter. I'm sure he probably does have feelings for her but he also doesn't want to be exclusive. And she is all over him. It shows how low her self esteem is. That's also why she's such a massive bitch, I'm guessing. I don't even feel threatened by her... Just sad. With those big blue eyes. Aw I could cry. But I won't. Why would I be threatened by a bitchy little munchkin? Briar thought to herself before coming back to her senses. Hunter was back talking to Nickie with a bottle of Whiskey, offering shots. Then he turned his attention back to her. Taking a few steps closer she grinned.
"Aww I'm sorry for hugging and running! Next time we can hug as long as you want. But I've already got it handled. Alcohol is pretty easy to come by when you're a pretty girl but I would love to take a shot with you two!" The brunette said tossing her hair over her shoulder. Taking a shot glass from Hunter, she shot the whiskey her face not changing at all. Looking over at Nickie who made a repulsed face, she couldn't help but giggle.
"What's wrong Nickie? Can't shoot whiskey?" She asked, raising her eyebrow a little bit. Then Nickie started getting all touchy with Hunter, whispering something in his ear. Briar rolled her eyes, letting Nickie have her moment. Grabbing ahold of Hunters arm she gave him a warm smile.
"Three's a crowd. I'm gonna go mingle but uh... Come find me later." She said looking Nickie up and down one last time before looking back at Hunter. Walking away from the love birds, Briar figured she would find Mikey. He was still talking to Ronnie. He even looked like he was flirting with her. Are you kidding me? He was just flirting with me... I am not losing another man to this little girl... Absolutely not. Shaking her head and distracting herself by taking another large swig from Mikey's bottle. It was half way empty by now. Pulling her hoodie off and ditching it on a chair, Briar checked herself out in the nearest mirror. Her boobs were out, her stomach was showing, she looked good. Fluffing up her hair a little bit she was ready to go.
Briar confidently strolled through the party, complimenting random people, saying hello, all the things a social butterfly would do. She was absolutely in her element. The music, the people, the drugs... It was like paradise to her. 'Accidentally' bumping into Mike again, spinning around and giving him a surprised look.
"Oops! Oh hey Mikey. Guess I found you again... Maybe it was meant to be huh?" Batting her eye lashes and turning on the charm, Briars attention moved to Ronnie. She looked at the girl for a second before grinning to herself. "Oh...? Looks like someone has in a hole in their lip!" Bringing her hand to Mikeys face, she gently ran her thumb from the corner of his mouth to the bottom of his lip wiping a little droplet of his drink that was left behind. Slipping her thumb in her mouth and not breaking eye contact with Mike, she gave him the sex eyes. Letting the eye contact linger before shooting Ronnie a victorious smile.
"So what are we talking about over here?"
Outfit
Kordei's apartment
Tags:
natsukashii
,
ohdittoh
,
hery
This night was going well so far. Hunter gave her a nice hug, even touching her lower back. He was obviously interested in her. Briar couldn't help but grin as Mikey came to talk to her. He was smoother in person than over Twitter. Wasn't half bad looking either. The girl smiled and laughed along with him, even touching his chest for good measure. Then he looked away and his whole demeanor changed. Looking towards the door she saw Ronnie. The crazy red headed girl. Then just as quickly as he came in, Mikey was walking away. He left his bottle with her though, which was a fatal mistake. Taking a long pull of the bottle, Briar wiped her mouth. Didn't even burn. Felt like water going down. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of the alcohol slowly going into her blood stream. She was going to get absolutely hammered.
Nickie was being a bitch but Briar paid her no mind. It's sad really... Nickie is all over Hunter. I'm sure he probably does have feelings for her but he also doesn't want to be exclusive. And she is all over him. It shows how low her self esteem is. That's also why she's such a massive bitch, I'm guessing. I don't even feel threatened by her... Just sad. With those big blue eyes. Aw I could cry. But I won't. Why would I be threatened by a bitchy little munchkin? Briar thought to herself before coming back to her senses. Hunter was back talking to Nickie with a bottle of Whiskey, offering shots. Then he turned his attention back to her. Taking a few steps closer she grinned.
"Aww I'm sorry for hugging and running! Next time we can hug as long as you want. But I've already got it handled. Alcohol is pretty easy to come by when you're a pretty girl but I would love to take a shot with you two!" The brunette said tossing her hair over her shoulder. Taking a shot glass from Hunter, she shot the whiskey her face not changing at all. Looking over at Nickie who made a repulsed face, she couldn't help but giggle.
"What's wrong Nickie? Can't shoot whiskey?" She asked, raising her eyebrow a little bit. Then Nickie started getting all touchy with Hunter, whispering something in his ear. Briar rolled her eyes, letting Nickie have her moment. Grabbing ahold of Hunters arm she gave him a warm smile.
"Three's a crowd. I'm gonna go mingle but uh... Come find me later." She said looking Nickie up and down one last time before looking back at Hunter. Walking away from the love birds, Briar figured she would find Mikey. He was still talking to Ronnie. He even looked like he was flirting with her. Are you kidding me? He was just flirting with me... I am not losing another man to this little girl... Absolutely not. Shaking her head and distracting herself by taking another large swig from Mikey's bottle. It was half way empty by now. Pulling her hoodie off and ditching it on a chair, Briar checked herself out in the nearest mirror. Her boobs were out, her stomach was showing, she looked good. Fluffing up her hair a little bit she was ready to go.
Briar confidently strolled through the party, complimenting random people, saying hello, all the things a social butterfly would do. She was absolutely in her element. The music, the people, the drugs... It was like paradise to her. 'Accidentally' bumping into Mike again, spinning around and giving him a surprised look.
"Oops! Oh hey Mikey. Guess I found you again... Maybe it was meant to be huh?" Batting her eye lashes and turning on the charm, Briars attention moved to Ronnie. She looked at the girl for a second before grinning to herself. "Oh...? Looks like someone has in a hole in their lip!" Bringing her hand to Mikeys face, she gently ran her thumb from the corner of his mouth to the bottom of his lip wiping a little droplet of his drink that was left behind. Slipping her thumb in her mouth and not breaking eye contact with Mike, she gave him the sex eyes. Letting the eye contact linger before shooting Ronnie a victorious smile.
"So what are we talking about over here?"
Zatanna
Born Again
WYATT SUTTON
OUTFIT
Kordei's party
Tags:
LowkeyLovingLoki
The party had really started bumping. The alcohol was flowing, people were talking, flirting, and dancing. Other people anyways. Wyatt hadn't really moved his back from the wall. He was content people watching. He had already managed to see some drama play out. It all looked pretty petty but it was fun to watch nonetheless. Wyatt wasn't the only one on the wall though. Looking over to his left he saw a cute dark haired boy. As soon as Wyatt looked at him his heart did a flip. This was his fatal flaw, falling in love with strangers he had never met. The young boy couldn't help but stare a little. The mystery boy seemed like he wasn't enjoying himself at the party. His body language was so obvious. Arms crossed, staying against the wall, not even smiling. Taking a drink from his bottle for a little liquid courage, he couldn't help but gag a little. Wyatt was a mixed drink type of guy not a straight vodka type. Mustering up all his courage the blonde walked over to Wren.
"Hey! You don't look like your having too much fun over here... My names Wyatt! What's your name?" he said giving Wren his warmest smile. Now that he was closer, Wyatt could really take the boy in. He had these soft brown eyes, soft curly black hair, and great bone structure. Noticing the scar near his eye, Wyatt's face instantly changed. Without even thinking about it, Wyatt raised his hand to touch the boys cheek. Running his finger along the scar before taking his hand back.
"What happened...?" he asked gently. He could tell that Wren was still uncomfortable. Wracking his brain for something he could do to make his new friend feel better. Remembering the large handle, Wyatt held it out to Wren.
"Do you want a drink? No way I could drink all of this by myself... Plus I don't mind sharing with cute boys." He could feel his cheeks getting red. Not sure if it was the compliment he just gave or the heat of the party. It didn't matter to him either way. The party had gotten a lot better now that he had someone to flirt with. Awkwardly ruffling his hair and giving Wren one of his famous heart melting smiles, he searched the boys face for any sign he was interested. Getting shot down would really ruin the vibe.
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natsukashii
𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯
coded by weldherwings.
mogy
your mom's friend
oates oates
It was always the same thing their seemingly endless fights invariably came back to if the two boys couldn't stay silent about their feelings for too long. It was always love that was the issue. Or maybe, to be expressed more clearly, it was lack thereof which had been fuel for the slow burn heartbreak unavoidably flowing through the unstable relationship, now causing the modest foundations of it to tremble. But even in the worst of fights the two ever had—and there'd been many—Oates never raised his voice at his boyfriend as much as he did just now, and by Callum's sudden drop in volume, it showed just how surprising the moment was for the both of them. Pent up feelings and things left unsaid long ago were coming up to the surface, and Oates simply wasn't himself, but a mere silhouette acting of pain, a mere contour coming from distress and panic.
Taken aback by his own rage, something he didn't feel for a very long time, Oates couldn't continue speaking, he couldn't find it in himself to yell again, or maybe a part of him didn't want to go back to being a 'bad' person he was years ago...but luckily, his friend—the one whose existence in the room Oates' mind nearly ignored—started arguing, and it was exposed by the emotion-filled echoes that traveled the hallway he was perplexed.
Mere two sentences, but the room went silent. Oates asked himself this question so many times, and by now, he decided that the answer wasn't one he wanted to know, because he knew it would've broken him more than anything else...and he didn't want to be broken again.
From feeling his blood pumping in his head to now focusing on every breath, on every blink, the boy was expectant of the answer, hoping it wouldn't come and destroy him, but it was almost as if a part of him knew it wasn't going to be the one he wanted to hear. He acted accordingly.
"Don't even say anything... We both know the answer," He spoke, this time, his tone an almost average volume. His anger was once again melancholy. The intensity of being close to his boyfriend vanished as he stepped away, walking the two steps to his locker, taking his phone, and securing the lock. "Maybe, if I make you so miserable...if nothing about me brings you joy...if I'm the person who brings out the worst in you...maybe then.." His voice broke, and tears started to once again form in his eyes. "Maybe then we shouldn't be together." He couldn't look at Callum, so he turned away and walked.
coded by natasha.
ohdittoh
still kicking :)
MOOD
let the games begin
LOCATION
kordei's
OUTFIT
sweater-shorts combo
INTERACTIONS
ash, charlie
MENTIONS
n/a
TAGS
Winona
let the games begin
LOCATION
kordei's
OUTFIT
sweater-shorts combo
INTERACTIONS
ash, charlie
MENTIONS
n/a
TAGS
Winona
LINDSAY KAY
Lin, upon seeing that Ash had appeared beside him, gave a loud laugh and formed an L with his fingers on his forehead. "Haha! Egg!" he snarked. He looked about himself, grinning widely. "Hey, Ash, let's find the drinks. Let's get this started! I'm ready for my money."
Excitedly, Lin pushed his way through a small crowd of people near the door and made his way around the room, looking for a stack of cups. Cups...cups...cups...
Bingo!
Lin spotted a stack of red solo cups on the edge of a small table, and he waltzed up to the stack and sat out two cups. "Ash! Yo! Come..."
His voice trailed off as his eyes caught sight of Charlie from across the room. He felt a pang in his chest again, and he stared at her, frowning, working his jaw. She looked so...lonely.
And then he had a great idea. Absolutely great. We're talking Einstein level.
That idea?
Well...
Just trust him. It was brilliant. Don't ask.
He poured some liquor into each of the cups, and then, eyes set, he walked over to Charlie, grinning. "Charlie," he said, pushing a cup into her hand, "come join us." He took her hand. "Even if you're not betting, you're forgetting everything tonight, 'kay?"
With that, he began to drag her over to the table with the cups on it in a way similar to how Charlie'd drug him onstage tonight.
Thinking about that made his heart pang again, and he looked back at her with a grin. "Hey, you're staying with me tonight, 'kay? You're gonna have fun, end of story."
He stopped at the table and picked up his cup, then looked over at Ash again. He held a cup out to her. "You ready to lose?"
Excitedly, Lin pushed his way through a small crowd of people near the door and made his way around the room, looking for a stack of cups. Cups...cups...cups...
Bingo!
Lin spotted a stack of red solo cups on the edge of a small table, and he waltzed up to the stack and sat out two cups. "Ash! Yo! Come..."
His voice trailed off as his eyes caught sight of Charlie from across the room. He felt a pang in his chest again, and he stared at her, frowning, working his jaw. She looked so...lonely.
And then he had a great idea. Absolutely great. We're talking Einstein level.
That idea?
Well...
Just trust him. It was brilliant. Don't ask.
He poured some liquor into each of the cups, and then, eyes set, he walked over to Charlie, grinning. "Charlie," he said, pushing a cup into her hand, "come join us." He took her hand. "Even if you're not betting, you're forgetting everything tonight, 'kay?"
With that, he began to drag her over to the table with the cups on it in a way similar to how Charlie'd drug him onstage tonight.
Thinking about that made his heart pang again, and he looked back at her with a grin. "Hey, you're staying with me tonight, 'kay? You're gonna have fun, end of story."
He stopped at the table and picked up his cup, then looked over at Ash again. He held a cup out to her. "You ready to lose?"
code by ditto (head empty go bonk)
ohdittoh
still kicking :)
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M O O D
we gonna get drunk off our faces or what?
L O C A T I O N
kordei's
O U T F I T
the suit that his grandparents made him wear
I N T E R A C T I O N S
ash
M E N T I O N S
lin, charlie
T A G S
Winona
geminiy
we gonna get drunk off our faces or what?
L O C A T I O N
kordei's
O U T F I T
the suit that his grandparents made him wear
I N T E R A C T I O N S
ash
M E N T I O N S
lin, charlie
T A G S
Winona
geminiy
TREVOR CALLAGHAN
As Trevor watched Charlie leave, his brow furrowed. Something wasn't right with her tonight... She was being...odd. Did it have to do with that fight with Evie? Was that why Crack Kid had been hugging her?
He sighed deeply and looked at the bag on his arm. Ash and Crack Kid had laughed when they'd seen him, but it wasn't about the aesthetics. It was functional, and if he was going to be the drink fridge, he might as well do it right.
He checked inside his bag one more time to make sure he'd gotten everything, and he noticed a bottle missing from it's place.
It had to be that feckin' Lindsay kid.
He slipped his tote back onto his shoulders and rubbed his temple. He could feel a headache coming on...
Okay, deep breaths. It was just a bottle. Besides, he was still in the parking lot. There was no reason to have an aneurysm out here.
With a sigh, he began to make his way to and up the steps. The party would be a lot better when he was in it, but right now, thinking about having to deal with drunk Crack Kid made his mouth dry with disgust.
He stepped inside the party, and his eyes immediately went to Ash. He felt a fuzz catch up in his throat upon seeing her, and he let out a soft cough and walked over to her, trying to dismiss the thoughts of hey, she looks hot, doesn't she? from his head.
He silently walked over to Charlie, Lin, and Ash, and he sat his drinks down at his feet. He looked at Ash. "Darlin', ya all get started right quick, don'cha?" He grabbed a cup and the bottle and poured himself a drink.
He sighed deeply and looked at the bag on his arm. Ash and Crack Kid had laughed when they'd seen him, but it wasn't about the aesthetics. It was functional, and if he was going to be the drink fridge, he might as well do it right.
He checked inside his bag one more time to make sure he'd gotten everything, and he noticed a bottle missing from it's place.
It had to be that feckin' Lindsay kid.
He slipped his tote back onto his shoulders and rubbed his temple. He could feel a headache coming on...
Okay, deep breaths. It was just a bottle. Besides, he was still in the parking lot. There was no reason to have an aneurysm out here.
With a sigh, he began to make his way to and up the steps. The party would be a lot better when he was in it, but right now, thinking about having to deal with drunk Crack Kid made his mouth dry with disgust.
He stepped inside the party, and his eyes immediately went to Ash. He felt a fuzz catch up in his throat upon seeing her, and he let out a soft cough and walked over to her, trying to dismiss the thoughts of hey, she looks hot, doesn't she? from his head.
He silently walked over to Charlie, Lin, and Ash, and he sat his drinks down at his feet. He looked at Ash. "Darlin', ya all get started right quick, don'cha?" He grabbed a cup and the bottle and poured himself a drink.
code by ditto (head empty go bonk)
ohdittoh
still kicking :)
MOOD
butterfliesbutterfliesbutterflies
LOCATION
kordei's place
OUTFIT
cheer uniform
INTERACTIONS
hunter
MENTIONS
mike, ronnie
TAGS
natsukashii
butterfliesbutterfliesbutterflies
LOCATION
kordei's place
OUTFIT
cheer uniform
INTERACTIONS
hunter
MENTIONS
mike, ronnie
TAGS
natsukashii
DOMINICKA ABRAMS
Upon having her cheek kissed, Nickie's heart fluttered. "W-Worried? A-About me?" She gave him a shy smile and put her hand to her cheek.
Gah, she was blushing.
A giggle bubbled out of her, and she looked back up at Hunter. "Hunt," she said, leaning against him. His hand on her waist made her face heat up even more. "You're...great." She laughed. "Wait, no...the beeeest." She gave him a bright smile.
She got that light-headed feeling that she always got around him, and the butterflies in her stomach fluttered. She, slightly panicked that she might embarrass herself, stepped out of his reach to pour herself another shot and toss it down her gullet.
From the corner of her eye, she spotted that Mike boy talking to a certain redheaded simp, and she let out a soft nnn sound as she remembered how that redhead-- she didn't even want to think her name-- had stood so close to Hunter at the game.
She looked back at Hunter, jealousy pitted in her chest. "Hey, Hunter?" she asked. "At the game...Ronnie..." She walked closer to him.
How could she ask this without sounding crass or clingy...?
"Would you ever sleep with Ronnie?"
Good enough.
Gah, she was blushing.
A giggle bubbled out of her, and she looked back up at Hunter. "Hunt," she said, leaning against him. His hand on her waist made her face heat up even more. "You're...great." She laughed. "Wait, no...the beeeest." She gave him a bright smile.
She got that light-headed feeling that she always got around him, and the butterflies in her stomach fluttered. She, slightly panicked that she might embarrass herself, stepped out of his reach to pour herself another shot and toss it down her gullet.
From the corner of her eye, she spotted that Mike boy talking to a certain redheaded simp, and she let out a soft nnn sound as she remembered how that redhead-- she didn't even want to think her name-- had stood so close to Hunter at the game.
She looked back at Hunter, jealousy pitted in her chest. "Hey, Hunter?" she asked. "At the game...Ronnie..." She walked closer to him.
How could she ask this without sounding crass or clingy...?
"Would you ever sleep with Ronnie?"
Good enough.
code by ditto (head empty go bonk)
fin
"all i do is finesse, man."
coded by weldherwings.
LowkeyLovingLoki
heartbeat on the high line
code by valen t.
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LowkeyLovingLoki
heartbeat on the high line
code by valen t.
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mogy
your mom's friend
oates oates
The moment Oates turned his head around and started walking through the long hallway, he knew a mistake was made. He didn't let his boyfriend answer, and he didn't give him a chance to explain himself even if it didn't look like the tall boy was going to. Every step he took, he wanted to sob and cry and scream just a little bit more, and knowing Callum's eyes were on him made it that much worse. He knew there was anger in Callum's eyes, and he didn't know how he felt about that at the moment. He also knew there was a chance those eyes had pain behind them, maybe even a coat of tears on them, and even if he was the one done wrong here, he couldn't help but wonder if the right thing to do was to turn around and comfort the boy he loved.
Rome's arm soon found its place on Oates's back as the boy's lips offered a feeling of reassurance—a soft kiss being planted into his hair. The words leaving Rome's mouth were just enough to get Oates to not break right then and there, but it was a close call. Only when the two boys finally made it out of the school and walked into the cold autumn air—Oates's tear covered cheeks glistering under the bright yellow parking lot lights—he finally let the jailed cries in his throat free. Now sure the reason for his tears couldn't see him, nor hear the echoes of any vulnerable sounds leaving his mouth, Oates's hands wrapped around his friend, holding onto him as if he was a lifevest and everything else the freezing ocean. He let almost his entire weight lean onto the other boy as he placed his head onto Rome's shoulder, now weeping.
Only a few minutes passed before Oates managed to calm himself down enough to ask the only question on his mind. "Did I hurt him? Please tell me I didn't...please..." He begged.
Oates didn't know why he did what he did, but he needed to apologize immediately. The sheer fact that he now had Rome, a friend that was there for him—along with the fact Callum now had nobody... It hurt more than anything else. It hurt more than even Callum not loving him.
coded by natasha.
ohdittoh
still kicking :)
|| MOOD: looks like i'm property now ||
|| LOCATION: kordei's place ||
|| OUTFIT: he wears socks, but this fit right here ||
|| INTERACTIONS: ronnie, briar ||
|| MENTIONS: n/a ||
|| TAGS:
hery
Zatanna
||
|| LOCATION: kordei's place ||
|| OUTFIT: he wears socks, but this fit right here ||
|| INTERACTIONS: ronnie, briar ||
|| MENTIONS: n/a ||
|| TAGS:
hery
Zatanna
||MICHAEL REID
Mike watched Ronnie, stifling his laughter by downing a bit more of the drink in his cup, when he felt someone bump into him. He lowered his cup, looking in the direction of whoever bumped into him. "Hey, watch..."
His voice trailed off when he realized who it was. Briar, the girl from earlier. The one he'd left his bottle with. "Hey, Briar."
As he listened to her talk, his eyes slipped around her body, snagging particularly on her chest and thighs, then finally settled on her face. At her insult to Ronnie, his only thought was: Girl's got balls.
He watched her intently as she gave him the eyes and stuck her finger in her mouth. A grin slipped onto his face. Girl's got balls, and I like it. "We're not taking about--"
"Um, I think he's with me!"
Ronnie's voice interrupting was a like a dart to his temple, and a vein popped out at his forehead in irritation. He repeated in his head a simple phrase.
Don'tdoanythingyou'llregretdon'tdoanythingyou'llregretdon't--
Yeah. He was calm. He was zen.
And then she fucking wrapped her arm around him and leaned onto him with a right?.
And there went his mantra.
A dark scowl coming onto his face. He looked down at her. "I'm not here with fucking anyone, Ronnie." He pulled away from her.
Looking at her, he felt all of his rage from the night swell in his throat, and he wanted to vomit.
He was about to say something he'd regret.
His voice, when he spoke, was full of anger. "God, can you not learn to back off, you cockblocking simp? What makes you think I'd want to get with you? You're just a kid." He looked at Briar, and then Ronnie again. "I can't keep dealing with this shit. You act like you own me and my attention any time you see me. What the actual fuck? Where did you get that from?"
He looked at his drink, and he felt the strong urge to throw it down at the ground, but instead, he clenched his jaw tightly and glared hard at Ronnie.
"Listen. Fuck. Off. Okay?"
code by ditto (head empty go bonk)
natsukashii
𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯
coded by weldherwings.
geminiy
v tired
It would have been easy to excuse herself and slip out of the party, to go and relax by herself in the van instead of under the watchful eye of what seemed to be everyone. Okay, maybe everyone wasn’t watching her, but it certainly felt like it. Every eye turning her way felt like a silent passing of judgement, like they were trying to get into her innermost workings. The very feeling made her skin crawl.
Charlie had been moments away from sneaking her way out of the apartment when she looked up and made some rather unfortunate eye contact with Lin who, like a man on a mission, made his way across the room. She braced herself for whatever would come next, though she wasn’t entirely certain about what that would be. Before she could react, a drink was placed in one of her hands, the other grasped firmly in Lin’s.
“Lin, I’m driving.” Charlie eventually managed, trying to keep the alcohol from spilling out of the cup.
Before she knew it, he had dragged her across the apartment to where Ash was filling up shot glasses. People continued to talk about alcohol and the shot competition and how everything would be fine, Trevor eventually showing up to the group. The tightness began to swell up in Charlie’s chest again, her face paling. Slowly, she set the cup down on the table and silently hoped that no one noticed the shaking of her hands.
“I can’t drink, I’m driving.” Charlie repeated, the strength in her voice beginning to drain. “I promised I’d get you all home safe and I’m not going to fuck that up for you, not after everything else I’ve fucked up and everyone else I’ve let down tonight.”
The words had fallen from Charlie’s lips before it truly hit her that she had spoken them. Instantly, Charlie’s mouth snapped shut, her body stiffening with the insufferable ache of guilt. Wonderful, now she’d successfully bummed out any good vibes in the room. Taking a step back, she wrapped her arms around her abdomen again.
“I’ve… I’ve gotta go.” She stammered as she turned around, swiftly and silently exiting the apartment.
Charlie took the stairs two at a time until the cool air of the night hit her bared skin. She felt physically sick, nausea chewing away at her stomach while her lungs seemed to struggle to get air in. She slid down the wall beside the front door, trying to steady her shaking hands and calm her racing mind that had taken off without permission.
God, she was on a serious fucking roll.
Charlie hoped no one would follow her, allowing her the desperate moment of peace and quiet she needed. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she focused to steady her breath. Charlie couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. Foolish, even. Every effort that day had ended in failure, every smile turned to frown, every extended hand slapped away. She couldn’t even stay sound enough to not ruin the party that everyone was looking forward to. Her attitude was disgraceful. What the hell was going on with her?
Sitting in silence for a few minutes, Charlie bowed her head forward to rest on the top of her knees. Her breath was beginning to slow, though her fingers refused to still and her mind still raced around inside her skull. She needed a distraction, something, anything to get her thoughts to slow.
Picking up her phone, Charlie went to dial in her eldest brother, Mark’s, phone number in when she noticed the notifications. Twitter, again. She seriously needed to delete that stupid fucking app. But of course, Saint Charlie herself couldn’t keep her nose out of things. Wyatt, of all people, saying they needed to try to be nice. What the hell did he know? Charlie owed nothing to anyone who didn’t respect her back, who didn’t respect the people she considered family.
Maybe her next decision wasn’t the smartest move in Charlie Howell history, but she found herself asking Ash how much alcohol she had. Fuck it. They wanted her to drink? To forget the shit of the evening? She would.
Returning to the inside the building, Charlie made her way back up the stairs and to Kordei’s apartment, walking in through the front door. Making her way straight for the table where Trevor, Lin, and Ash still stood, Charlie said nothing to anyone as she grabbed a shot glass, downing the angry liquid with ease, refilling the glass and taking another shot directly after. Placing the glass down on the table with a loud clack, Charlie took a breather and looked to her friends.
“Two to what, one? I’m in the lead. Let’s get this party started, shall we?” Charlie said with the first glimmer of a real smile on her face for the first time that evening. Turning to Lin and Trevor, a devious smirk replaced the smile as she looked at both of them. “Try to keep up with Ash and I, will you? And do your best not to puke on any expensive furniture.”
Pouring the next round, Charlie handed a glass to each of her friends, raising her own in the air once everyone had a shot.
“To whatever bullshit this night has become.”
location
kordei's apartment
mood
whatever man, let's get fucking wasted
outfit
chill, dude
tags
lin/trevor
ohdittoh
ash
Winona
coded by natasha.
Zatanna
Born Again
BRIAR ROSE WESTYNSON
Outfit
Kordei's apartment
Tags:
ohdittoh
,
hery
Briar couldn't help but grin as Mikey checked her out. It was so obvious. Then Veronica made her move. She was claiming Mikey boy right in front of her, even asking him to agree with her. Then she wrapped her arms around him. Oh my god is she serious? She is so clueless. I thought she was in love with Hunter? That was too much competition for a scrawny white boy so I figured I'd give Mikey a chance but Ronnie has her claws in Mikey too? Well not for long. When I'm done with him he won't even know who Ronnie is.
Her eyes darted to Mikey, watching his face quickly turn sour. A vein was even popping out of his forehead. He quickly pulled away from Ronnie, setting straight the fact that he wasn't here with her. He looked really hot when he got mad. Briar would make note of that. Turning back to Mikey really letting Ronnie have it. Cockblocking simp? That's a good one. Then as soon as she thought he was finished, Mikey looked over at her. It must've inspired him because then we went back for seconds. Finally finishing with a 'fuck off' that was like icing on the cake. Ronnie looked like she was about to cry but all Briar could seem to focus on was how hot Mikey looked with that scowl and the clenching of his jaw. Giving the little girl a victorious smile, before raising her eyebrow a bit. Seemingly saying 'I rest my case'.
"Bye bye Ronnie." the brunette said gently, giving Ronnie a small wave. "Hunter is over there though. He mentioned you. You should go say hi. I'd get there soon though Nickie is all over him." Then with a wink and a smile, Briars attention was back to Mikey who wasn't looking so bad anymore. Actually quite the opposite. Stepping closer to Mikey, she looked up into his eyes. The intensity still burning all across his face. It was definitely a turn on.
"Is it bad that I wanna kiss you right now? I mean that was so hot... You look sexy when you're angry. Plus I'm honored that you didn't want Ronnie to cock block you bad enough to tell her to fuck off... It was sweet." Her whole body was tingling at this point. She felt great but Mikey still looked a little tense from what just happened. Handing Mikey his (nearly empty) bottle back, she fished her lip gloss out of her pocket.
"You take a shot. I'll put on some lip gloss, then I'll give you a kiss that will make you forget all your troubles. Sound like a deal?"
Outfit
Kordei's apartment
Tags:
ohdittoh
,
hery
Briar couldn't help but grin as Mikey checked her out. It was so obvious. Then Veronica made her move. She was claiming Mikey boy right in front of her, even asking him to agree with her. Then she wrapped her arms around him. Oh my god is she serious? She is so clueless. I thought she was in love with Hunter? That was too much competition for a scrawny white boy so I figured I'd give Mikey a chance but Ronnie has her claws in Mikey too? Well not for long. When I'm done with him he won't even know who Ronnie is.
Her eyes darted to Mikey, watching his face quickly turn sour. A vein was even popping out of his forehead. He quickly pulled away from Ronnie, setting straight the fact that he wasn't here with her. He looked really hot when he got mad. Briar would make note of that. Turning back to Mikey really letting Ronnie have it. Cockblocking simp? That's a good one. Then as soon as she thought he was finished, Mikey looked over at her. It must've inspired him because then we went back for seconds. Finally finishing with a 'fuck off' that was like icing on the cake. Ronnie looked like she was about to cry but all Briar could seem to focus on was how hot Mikey looked with that scowl and the clenching of his jaw. Giving the little girl a victorious smile, before raising her eyebrow a bit. Seemingly saying 'I rest my case'.
"Bye bye Ronnie." the brunette said gently, giving Ronnie a small wave. "Hunter is over there though. He mentioned you. You should go say hi. I'd get there soon though Nickie is all over him." Then with a wink and a smile, Briars attention was back to Mikey who wasn't looking so bad anymore. Actually quite the opposite. Stepping closer to Mikey, she looked up into his eyes. The intensity still burning all across his face. It was definitely a turn on.
"Is it bad that I wanna kiss you right now? I mean that was so hot... You look sexy when you're angry. Plus I'm honored that you didn't want Ronnie to cock block you bad enough to tell her to fuck off... It was sweet." Her whole body was tingling at this point. She felt great but Mikey still looked a little tense from what just happened. Handing Mikey his (nearly empty) bottle back, she fished her lip gloss out of her pocket.
"You take a shot. I'll put on some lip gloss, then I'll give you a kiss that will make you forget all your troubles. Sound like a deal?"
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LowkeyLovingLoki
heartbeat on the high line
code by valen t.
Zatanna
Born Again
WYATT SUTTON
OUTFIT
Kordei's party
Tags:
LowkeyLovingLoki
Wren seemed like he didn't really want to talk. He was giving short responses. Then he even turned down the booze. The thing that was supposed to make him friends. Wren looked like the wheels were really spinning in his head, thinking of what to say. Then he said not to touch him. Wyatts brow furrowed and he felt his eyes start to sting. Oh come on Wyatt... Don't cry. Don't cry. He wasn't trying to hurt your feelings he just doesn't like being touched.... So what if I like to touch people? Its okay... But if he thought I was cute he would be okay with it right?
Since Wren didn't want any, Wyatt took another sip from the bottle. Thats when he noticed that Wren was staring at him. Like... a lot. Wyatt's cheeks turned pink and he adverted his eye contact.
"What are you staring at?" The boy asked crossing his arm. He started to feel self conscious now. Maybe he thinks I'm ugly... That's why he's staring at me... I should have known he wouldn't like me.
"Well I don't really have any friends. And the guy I tried to hit on told me not to touch him. What do you think?" He pouted a little bit. Wyatt could be really pouty when he felt rejected. And he did. He quickly softened back up just by looking at Wren. He was really cute. Letting out a sigh and ruffling his hair, Wyatt came up with something.
"I take it you don't smoke... Well I'm gonna go outside for a little while and smoke. The fresh air sounds great. Do you wanna with me? You can tell me more about you... If you want. If you don't like me or whatever then you can just tell me..." The blonde mumbled, twiddling his fingers expecting to get shot down. If so then he would just go have to find some other cute boy to smoke with. There had to be lots of hot guys at a party like this right?
ohdittoh
still kicking :)
MOOD
getting to worried about hypotheticals
LOCATION
kordei's place
OUTFIT
cheer uniform
INTERACTIONS
hunter
MENTIONS
ronnie
TAGS
natsukashii
getting to worried about hypotheticals
LOCATION
kordei's place
OUTFIT
cheer uniform
INTERACTIONS
hunter
MENTIONS
ronnie
TAGS
natsukashii
DOMINICKA ABRAMS
"Oh" slipped out of Nickie's mouth subconsciously, and she gave a small laugh afterwards. She knew that Hunter was...promiscuous, you know, and she couldn't say that she minded him being promiscuous or any of that. Haha! No. Never.
Now get off of her back about it, conscience. She wasn't possessive or any of that.
No. She wasn't. It wasn't like she'd just had a mental break over seeing Ch...seeing him kissing someone else.
Listen, it was fine. It was fine. She definitely took his word, definitely fully believed him, and even if he was lying, she didn't care.
She didn't.
"I-I was just curious," she said, forcing a smile. "It's good! I was just...wondering."
Repeating it doesn't change what you did it for, Nick...
She cleared her throat and giggled. "I need some more to drink. One sec."
She couldn't handle alcohol very well, and she knew this, but it would keep her from self-destructing even more, right? That was what she told herself as she downed another shot, and she looked back at Hunter, smiling.
She definitely wasn't still worried. She definitely still wasn't feeling concerned.
She definitely wasn't. Nickie? Possessive? No.
She had no reason to be! She and Hunter weren't exclusive! She could-- and had-- slept with other guys, and he could sleep with other girls-- and he probably had...
Agh, thinking of him and someone else made her...agh...
Another question slipped out, without it even registering in her head. "Okay, but what if Ronnie, like, offered? Like, super super forward? And you two were alone? And, like, she wanted to? Like, what then? Like, would you?"
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