"Hundreds of drunk, horny teenagers in the same place? I feel a great disturbance in the force as if millions of unplanned parenthoods cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced."
Strobe lighting, fireworks that would turn even the most grizzled of pyrotechnicians green with envy and bad music coupled with even worse pick up lines then one can shake a stick at described the night perfectly. Well, and the smell. Nothing like the stench of spilled alcohol, sweat and the faintest aroma of vomit that always seemed to linger just on the edge of the senses to really bring it all home. The amount of time, effort and imagination that went into the Pre-Agon bash was almost inspiring, as was the numerous Agon dumpster babies that would surely follow, and it only served as a reminder that in the effort to get drunk and possibly laid was all the inspiration any teenager needed to strive for greatness... Or something like that.
None of that mattered to Ryan though. He was here to do what he did best, have fun and try not to think of his very, very likely impeding doom in the coming Agon. Nothing killed the mood to laugh, drink and attempt to score with various women, and fail gloriously, then the idea that, out of everyone attempting the Agon, he was the least qualified member to probably ever have attempted it. But none of that mattered at this moment in time, all that mattered was the dance 'floor' and there were four kinds of dancers showing off their talents: the true dancers who moved in rhythm and with practice, the grinders who didn't dance so much as dry hump their hormones out, the jumpers who had no idea how to dance but were just happy to be there... then there was Ryan who managed to both jump, hop, wiggle and shake all at once to what he happily referred to as his 'standing seizure'.
It didn't matter that his now slightly damp hair slapped his face every time he jumped or twisted too fast, or that a small bead of sweat rolled down his spine hidden from view by his beautiful plain gray t-shirt. It didn't matter if some people had managed to make a few feet of space around him, it didn't matter if people kept giving him odd looks or laughing at him because he was having an utter blast. Ryan came to a stumbling halt when his eyes laid upon a wonderful sight, a rather charming brunette with very charming [ass]ets[/i] that had her hands in her hair sending it flying around as she shook her thighs to an internal beat only she heard. Throwing on his game face, and smoothing out his thrice-cursed eyebrows with his fingers, he moved in for the 'kill'.
"Yo!" Ryan yelled over the noise, his shoulders rolling back and forth a half-second behind the beat, "Ryan! You?"
Without a beat, the pretty brunette shouted back, "Triss!"
Ryan furrowed his brows, "What!?"
"Triss!" Triss repeated again, cupping her mouth for good measure.
"What!?" Ryan yelled again as he leaned forward and motioned her to come closer.
Taking the bait, Triss leaned close to him, merely inches away thanks to Ryan's coaxing, but before she could say a word, Ryan backed up and held his hands in the air in mock surrender, "Whoa! Triss, if you wanted to dance you just had to ask. Jez, I know I'm handsome but buy me dinner first!" He finished flashing her his patented third deadliest smile.
Realization dawned in her eyes just as a large smile slipped its way across her face and it took every fiber of Ryan's being to not shout, 'Score!' for finally that line had worked... or kinda worked.. maybe? Ryan kept the smile as he zig and zagged his torse back and forth and grew giddy like a child on Christmas morning when she followed suit and copied his archaic dance.
They made no attempt at talking because in this noise, why bother? Ryan closed the distance between them even more and leaned down to speak in her ear, "Do you want a drink?"
When she nodded, Ryan felt something almost akin to triumph rise in his chest, "I'll be back," Ryan said and fought his way through the crowd, before coming to an awful sight. Two people very, very into a very passionate, almost too passionate, session of grinding. Without a word, Ryan started jumping, waving his hands in the air next to his head and started side skirting between them, "Excuse me!" He said cheerily, breaking them apart and passing through.. before stopping and coming back through, "Sorry again, forgot something!"
On cue, when they started to come back together, Ryan went through a final time, "Never mind! I have it," As he went through, he felt something hard pressing against his backside, "Whoa! First stop: Bone Town! Amirite?"
His words died when the small woman's face was very red, and her fist looked very large, "Or, you know, I could be wrong," Ryan said as he beat a hastyretreat tactical withdrawal.
After four grueling minutes of fighting his way through the crowd, he made it to the bar, "Hey! I'll take two.. uh.. those ones?" Ryan said point to two random bottles of whatever was in there. He wasn't exactly a connoisseur of liquor more of what they call a 'unpicky mooch'.
Bottles in hand, Ryan turned around to find his lovely brunette, a Ms. Triss, grinding with another man.. who was then pushed away by a very, very large and angry fellow and even from here Ryan had a feeling that Triss may have kinda-sort-totally forgot she had a boyfriend. A big one. With muscles. Who could break faces. Ryan faces. He had dodged a bullet as he didn't need a genius to tell him what was going to happen to that other guy's face... it was in for a long night of rearranging.
Just as Ryan shivered at the imagined pain, a body flew right past him. Ryan had to look twice, but yes, it was a body.
Ryan followed the trail of empty space back to the source, Abby. Of all the people here that guy had picked a fight with Abby? Ms. Will-Tie-Your-Dick-Into-A-Animal-Balloon Abby? Ryan wasn't sure what just happened, he waited for the obligatory 'You Got Knocked The Fuck Out!' comment but it never came and Ryan saw why.
Among her bag of tricks, playing Moses was one of them, although he had to say Abby was certainly a much better looking Moses, not that he would ever tell her that... and it also wasn't a very high bar to get over.
Before Ryan could say anything, Abby mentioned something about his jewels and with a surprising spring in his step, considering he had just been punted across the ground, he took off in a blur.
Distraction gone, Ryan looked down at the two drinks in his hands, to the brunette being dragged off the 'dance' floor by her very upset boyfriend to Abby, "Typical. Just.. Just typical," Ryan finished with a defeated sigh.
None of that mattered to Ryan though. He was here to do what he did best, have fun and try not to think of his very, very likely impeding doom in the coming Agon. Nothing killed the mood to laugh, drink and attempt to score with various women, and fail gloriously, then the idea that, out of everyone attempting the Agon, he was the least qualified member to probably ever have attempted it. But none of that mattered at this moment in time, all that mattered was the dance 'floor' and there were four kinds of dancers showing off their talents: the true dancers who moved in rhythm and with practice, the grinders who didn't dance so much as dry hump their hormones out, the jumpers who had no idea how to dance but were just happy to be there... then there was Ryan who managed to both jump, hop, wiggle and shake all at once to what he happily referred to as his 'standing seizure'.
It didn't matter that his now slightly damp hair slapped his face every time he jumped or twisted too fast, or that a small bead of sweat rolled down his spine hidden from view by his beautiful plain gray t-shirt. It didn't matter if some people had managed to make a few feet of space around him, it didn't matter if people kept giving him odd looks or laughing at him because he was having an utter blast. Ryan came to a stumbling halt when his eyes laid upon a wonderful sight, a rather charming brunette with very charming [ass]ets[/i] that had her hands in her hair sending it flying around as she shook her thighs to an internal beat only she heard. Throwing on his game face, and smoothing out his thrice-cursed eyebrows with his fingers, he moved in for the 'kill'.
"Yo!" Ryan yelled over the noise, his shoulders rolling back and forth a half-second behind the beat, "Ryan! You?"
Without a beat, the pretty brunette shouted back, "Triss!"
Ryan furrowed his brows, "What!?"
"Triss!" Triss repeated again, cupping her mouth for good measure.
"What!?" Ryan yelled again as he leaned forward and motioned her to come closer.
Taking the bait, Triss leaned close to him, merely inches away thanks to Ryan's coaxing, but before she could say a word, Ryan backed up and held his hands in the air in mock surrender, "Whoa! Triss, if you wanted to dance you just had to ask. Jez, I know I'm handsome but buy me dinner first!" He finished flashing her his patented third deadliest smile.
Realization dawned in her eyes just as a large smile slipped its way across her face and it took every fiber of Ryan's being to not shout, 'Score!' for finally that line had worked... or kinda worked.. maybe? Ryan kept the smile as he zig and zagged his torse back and forth and grew giddy like a child on Christmas morning when she followed suit and copied his archaic dance.
They made no attempt at talking because in this noise, why bother? Ryan closed the distance between them even more and leaned down to speak in her ear, "Do you want a drink?"
When she nodded, Ryan felt something almost akin to triumph rise in his chest, "I'll be back," Ryan said and fought his way through the crowd, before coming to an awful sight. Two people very, very into a very passionate, almost too passionate, session of grinding. Without a word, Ryan started jumping, waving his hands in the air next to his head and started side skirting between them, "Excuse me!" He said cheerily, breaking them apart and passing through.. before stopping and coming back through, "Sorry again, forgot something!"
On cue, when they started to come back together, Ryan went through a final time, "Never mind! I have it," As he went through, he felt something hard pressing against his backside, "Whoa! First stop: Bone Town! Amirite?"
His words died when the small woman's face was very red, and her fist looked very large, "Or, you know, I could be wrong," Ryan said as he beat a hasty
After four grueling minutes of fighting his way through the crowd, he made it to the bar, "Hey! I'll take two.. uh.. those ones?" Ryan said point to two random bottles of whatever was in there. He wasn't exactly a connoisseur of liquor more of what they call a 'unpicky mooch'.
Bottles in hand, Ryan turned around to find his lovely brunette, a Ms. Triss, grinding with another man.. who was then pushed away by a very, very large and angry fellow and even from here Ryan had a feeling that Triss may have kinda-sort-totally forgot she had a boyfriend. A big one. With muscles. Who could break faces. Ryan faces. He had dodged a bullet as he didn't need a genius to tell him what was going to happen to that other guy's face... it was in for a long night of rearranging.
Just as Ryan shivered at the imagined pain, a body flew right past him. Ryan had to look twice, but yes, it was a body.
Ryan followed the trail of empty space back to the source, Abby. Of all the people here that guy had picked a fight with Abby? Ms. Will-Tie-Your-Dick-Into-A-Animal-Balloon Abby? Ryan wasn't sure what just happened, he waited for the obligatory 'You Got Knocked The Fuck Out!' comment but it never came and Ryan saw why.
Among her bag of tricks, playing Moses was one of them, although he had to say Abby was certainly a much better looking Moses, not that he would ever tell her that... and it also wasn't a very high bar to get over.
Before Ryan could say anything, Abby mentioned something about his jewels and with a surprising spring in his step, considering he had just been punted across the ground, he took off in a blur.
Distraction gone, Ryan looked down at the two drinks in his hands, to the brunette being dragged off the 'dance' floor by her very upset boyfriend to Abby, "Typical. Just.. Just typical," Ryan finished with a defeated sigh.