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Realistic or Modern Last Summer

Alessandra mouthed sarcastically, "Right." She rolled her eyes a bit angry at Natalia and looked around the room, cringing when she saw cigarettes. It wasn't illegal, but it was still bad for them. In her eyes it was like watching a slasher film. Even though she thought scary movies were for tweens at birthday parties. Glancing towards Gabe, she hoped to God that it was water, not vodka.
 
Paeyton sat on the counter, she had grabbed a wine glass from the rack above the sink, and poured herself a glass of wine. She knew that Ales didn't like to see them drink, or do anything they shouldn't. The party had just started and she was already on her third drink, although being small she was a tank and could drink a lot. "Ales we are perfectly fine, if it'll make you feel better go lock the doors, then we can't leave" Paeyton figured that only a few of them would actually drink, so that meant more for her.

 



Sebby may have jumped when she slapped his ass, but he played it off with a smirk. "Don't I always?" He watched as she walked away and went to go bother Ales. With a smirk still on his face, he went up to the 'mother-like' girl. "Come on Ales, lighten up a bit. We're not babies." To emphasize his point, Seb poured himself a larger cup, taking as many drinks from it as he could before the powerful liquid started to sting. He coughed a bit before smiling. "See, I'm fine!" Seb surveyed the room, seeing the current state of his friends. So far, so good.

 
Ales ran her fingers through her hair, frustrated. She nodded, closing her eyes as if she had a headache. "Fine, fine. But seriously, be careful guys." The girl understood that they were just trying to have fun, so she tried not to worry. Still, she had a horrible feeling as she continued nodding, feeling sick to her stomach. "Don't get hurt."
 
♡Annabelle Natalia Moreau♡
"Uh, no, you don't always, you arrogant fuck," Nat scoffed, laughing as she threw the empty red cup to the side, following Seb up the stairs to where Ales was standing. Nat's language was a little harsh on the ears, but once she was in party mode, she would stick with it till the end. For some unknown reason, Nat always seemed to use crude language while partying. Obviously, parties weren't the only times the words managed to slip out of her mouth, but still.



"Actually--" Nat held up her finger, a chuckle escaping her lips, "Ales, I'd rather you limited the drinking. After all, you know me and falling--we're like soul mates--what's one without the other, right?"



Nat always found herself tripping, slipping, and falling like nobody's business. She always managed to get caught in the arms of clumsiness one way or another, and tonight was no exception. Especially with all the alcohol around, Nat was bound to trip sometime, somewhere. In fact, she would probably deal twice the damage tonight, and end up dragging someone else down alongside her.
 
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Oliver scoffed, "hurt? Whose getting hurt? It just builds character." He smirked as he poured himself, yet another drink. He can throw them back like nobody's buisness, he's been drinking for a long time. Partying was his whole life for awhile, so he knows what he's doing. "You all are just a bunch of buzz kills, but hey if you don't like the alcohol, I have some weed if you would rather have that." He smirked as he took another sip of his drink. He was going to absolutely live it up tonight, it's been so long since he's gotten to do much since he "cleaned up" a little bit. I mean yeah he's still way into drugs, sex and rock and roll. (Not so much the sex) But in his eyes, he really has gone soft and needed to show off the fact that he's not.
 
Eve jolted slightly when Annie gave her good slap on the ass, commenting on her appearance. With a slight blush, she smiled sheepishly towards her.


"Awe thanks, Annie." The girl murmured shyly. Annie was soon distracted by the others, and Eve began wandering into the kitchen.



She watched silently as everyone began drinking, not knowing what to think or what to do. Her pale gaze drifted to a bottle of opened vodka on the counter, gleaming slightly under the kitchen lights, as if provoking her. She frowned at it like it was poison and bit her lip worriedly, but grabbed a glass nonetheless, pouring a small amount of it into the cup. Turning back to her friends, Eve sipped the drink, only to recoil in disgust at the taste. It burned going down, making her nose crinkle. She hardly ever drank, or partied for that matter, so she wasn't quite used to the taste of alcohol yet.



It seemed tonight was going to be a slight exception.
 



Tom cursed loudly and threw his headphones off. He stared at the screen, reading the words over and over again. 'Defeat'. Tom ran a hand through his hair, spinning around in his chair and standing up. I should have won that game. I screwed up. That guy was so bad at the game too. I guess that makes me even worse. Thomas thought about taking a nap to ease his frustration. He always did that after a tough loss, took a break. If he kept playing he would just get more upset over every little mistake. You know, I'm thirsty. Gonna go get some water.


The nerd exited his room quietly, peering over the banister. He sighed when he saw everyone there, including Eve. Well if I just grab some water real quick I'll be up before anyone notices I'm even there. Soon enough Tom was creeping carefully down the stairs, keeping an eye on everyone. He crept along the walls, trying his best to remain unseen. The last thing he needed right now was to be dragged into this party. Tom spotted a glass bottle of water on the counter top. He made his way over to it quickly, pouring himself a full glass. If he had been more careful he would have read that the bottle was actually vodka. Tom raised the cup to his lips and poured it back, inhaling all of the liquid with one gulp.


As soon as he swallowed the nerd coughed very loudly. He spoke, no longer caring is anyone knew he was in the room. "What kind of water is this? I think it almost killed me!" Tom picked up the bottle, showing it to everyone, still not reading the label. Maybe I'm making too big a deal out of this. Maybe it just went down the wrong hole. I should try again. Before anyone could tell him otherwise he pounded back another large gulp straight from the bottle. He once again coughed loudly, confirming his suspicions. "Okay yep this water is totally messed up."
 
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By now Paeyton wasn't feeling any kinda buzz yet, She was surprised to notice Tom come down stairs, she had turned her back refilling her own glass, she turned when she heard him coughing, when he showed them the bottle she looked at it then back t him, and started laughing but stopped "Sorry to break it to you, but you sir have just drank great tasting Vodka" she took a drink from the glass to stop herself from laughing

 
♡Annabelle Natalia Moreau♡
Barely able to hold in her laughter, Annabelle doubled over, leaning over the banister. She had seen Thomas exiting his room, creeping down the stairs like a thief. Observing the boy, she found a smirk sliding onto her face, amusement in her gaze.



When Thomas grabbed the bottle, Annabelle reached her hand down the stairs on instinct--as if she could grab ahold of his collar from that far. She was about to race down the stairs and warn him about the dangers of that particular bottle, but held herself back. Realizing how far she was, Anna leaned back against the wall in amusement, watching as the disaster unfolded. It was time that boy learned to relax, and have some fun...



As if taking one giant shot of vodka wasn't enough, Thomas took another, unconcinved that it wasn't water. "You idiot," Annabelle yelled across the room, shaking with fits of laughter. How stupid was he? It clearly said 'V-O-D-K-A' on the front of the glass bottle.
 
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Thomas' eyes lit up in panic when Paeyton mentioned that he had drank vodka. Oh crap. Oh crap oh crap what am I going to do. I've never been drunk before oh crap this is bad. Tom whirled around when Annabelle called him an idiot, his brow furrowing in anger. "Hey screw you Annabelle! I'm not the idiot here, you are!" Tom blinked in surprise after he was done shouting. Did I just...Insult someone...And it was Annabelle, no less? Okay this is -really- bad. Tom began looking around wildly, wanting to get the bad taste out of his mouth. His eyes snapped onto another glass bottle on the counter that he once again, did not read.


Tom darted over to the new bottle full of a brown liquid that the nerd assumed was coke. He poured himself a cup hastily before pounding it back in one fell swoop. This guy might kill himself if someone doesn't get him away from the unfamiliar drinks. Tom's eyes began to water as soon as the liquid made it down his throat. Once he put the cup down he began coughing even harder than before. "What kind of coke is this!? Why do you have such crappy drinks in here Paeyton!? And why does your coke burn in the first place!?" Thomas inspected the second bottle, reading the label. Whiskey. After reading this he coughed even harder, clutching his throat.
 
After quietly standing by herself for awhile, Eve looked up in surprise when Tom walked right past her, grabbing the bottle of vodka beside her and proceeding to take two large gulps from it. She winced slightly as he began coughing, a look of concern crossing her face. Before she could say anything, he grabbed the bottle of Whiskey, and poured it into a cup.


"W-Wait, Tom! That's whisk-" Eve's voice died down to a whisper as she watched him gulp down the whiskey. He began yelling, accusing the drink of being coke. His words caused an amused smile to spread across her lips, and Eve broke into a soft fit of laughter, unable to control herself. Although Eve was concerned for him, considering how much he drank, she couldn't help but laugh. Especially when he had no idea what he was drinking.
 
Gabe had largely been ignoring things, just thinking about the day's events. He cringed when he saw Tom drink vodka and whisky. That was downright humiliating. Gabe sat up, and walked over to Ales. "Hey Ales," he began, "may I have this dance?" He was as courtly as possible when he asked her.


@ThePumpkinQueen
 
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After Audrey takes a shot of vodka, she is feeling tipsy already. She makes her way over to Paeyton. "Great party." She says, starting to dance a little to the song that was on the radio. "Where's Lucas?"

@Tsiwentiio @Semblance




 
By this point Paeyton was on her 6th drink, and she was not slowing down, she was leaning on the counter when Audrey came over to talk to her. "Thanks, and nope I haven't seen him, I'm surprised that you don't know, you have been stuck to him the entire trip" Paeyton was now reaching her "I don't give a f*ck" stage in being drunk, the little filter in her head is now gone. she walked by her and made herself a fireball then turned to face Audrey again




@Ecstasyia
 
Ales was relieved that he didn't seem drunk. Nor did he smell like alcohol. Gabe smelled kinda nice, actually. She took a few steps closer to him, a small smile on her face as she intertwined her fingers with his. After a second she said, "You may."


@DaManofWar
 
Oliver smirked as he felt a calm tingling sensation throughout his body. He had already drank a lot while everyone else is talking and he could definitely feel it kicking in. But he loved it. "Woah, babe, might wanna slow down a little." He winked at Paeyton as he quickly took her cup out of her hand Took a sip, then quickly replaced it back in her hand. Oliver was more of a calm, silly, pervy drunk. To him drinking is supposed to be fun, not full of anger and drama.


@Tsiwentiio
 
Gabe felt his heart beat even faster then Ales took his hand, and heated up when she said, "You may." Gabe laid Ales to the dance floor, and placed a hand on her hip, trying to slow dance with her. He bit his lip. "So," he said, "what exactly are we supposed to do?" He looked into her eyes, rather nervous.


@ThePumpkinQueen
 
Alessandra laughed. "It's like this..." As she moved and turned around, she quietly whispered to him, "Left... left... right... go back... back again... right... and you did it." The girl looked up at him and asked, "Want to lead, Gabe?" She stopped dancing and shifted her weight carefully. "You just repeat it... that's the waltz. My dad taught me."


@DaManofWar
 
"Not cool dude, Not cool" she said to Oliver as he took her drink. Once he handed the cup back to her, she quickly turned and refilled it "you are just jealous because I can drink more than you can" she didn't feel tipsy, or even that drunk yet, normally she would have stopped by now but being at her own house she didn't care




@killingxtime
 
Gabe followed Ales's instructions carefully. When she asked if he wanted to lead, he nodded, laughing. "Yeah, I've never waltzed before, but" Gabe paused as tried to follow the steps, "I think I'm getting the hang of it." Gabe then took the lead, waltzing as best he could. He found the situation a bit awkward, but he had asked Ales if he could dance with her. He couldn't just leave her.


@ThePumpkinQueen
 
Oliver rested a finger under her chin and lifted her face up to look at him, "Is that a challenge, darling?" He smirks, "I'm sure I could out drink you and anyone else here." He quickly refills his cup, taking a quick drink of it. He then smiles down at Paeyton. Tbh he is kind of a lightweight nowadays, it's been such a long time since he's gotten to drink. But even if he is, he can still drink like no other.


@Tsiwentiio
 
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Ales followed him for a few more minutes, it was hard without the proper music. Finally she stopped and let go of his hand, taking a few steps back. "That was great. What would you like to do now?" She wasn't so worried about everyone drinking and trusted them. At least a little. Ales tried to think of something Gabe would like to do but came up with nothing.


@DaManofWar
 
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Gabe ran his hand through his hair, and grunted. "I don't know," he told her, "maybe we could talk for a bit? Like, about thongs back home?" Gabe gave a quick 360 of the room. His eyes rested on Paeyton and Oliver. "I think those two are gonna get a bit drunk," he giggled, pointing at them. "I'm not saying we should have a drinking contest though." He added that last part in case Ales got the wrong idea.


@ThePumpkinQueen @Tsiwentiio @killingxtime
 
"Bring it" she said finishing her drink, "You do know I'm a tank right" she said to him backing up a little, then turning and filling cups with vodka, Paeyton was never one to back down, she knew she could handle this, tomorrow morning might be painful but it would be worth it to know that she could out drink Oliver, she yelled "Drinking Contest!!!"

 

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