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A Sequel to 'Just Dance' RP series.
The House.
Eighteen bed rooms, ten bathrooms, and so much more. Just about anything you can think of, this thirteen million home probably has it. An in-ground Olympic sized swimming pool, coupled with a ten plus person hot-tub. A billiards room with a fifty-two inch flat screen to watch the game. An arcade room with the classics like Donkey Kong all the way up to the next-generation systems. Let's not forget the home theater, shall we?
Upon simply pulling up to the home, you'll meet rather large gate that is only the beginning of a very long winding drive-way where you'll finally reach the huge Victorian doors. You'll walk into the foyer with a breathtaking waterfall on the far end of the room, a beautiful spiral staircase, and a diamond chandelier. To your left you'll find the massive living room with one of the many plasma televisions you'll find around the house, and black leather couch that could fit a football team. To your right there will be a dark room with a full length bar in the corner, the alcohol will be plenty, and there will be strobe lights flashing. The kitchen's the next room up ahead, with a half a wall in between it and the bar giving it a constant supply of cold booze from the stocked to the brim fridge. There are plenty more living rooms, and even a DJ's booth with surround sound throughout the whole place. Getting the picture? You can expect the bed rooms to be full of half clothed individuals if you're lucky, and plenty of big breasted women being shoved into the pool. You can trust me there will be no shortage of music, alcohol, or "fun".
We all can't wait for the weekend to begin.
Greg Groove, a succeeded bachelor who's only twenty-five and one of the most successful company owners. Endurable Property Solutions; his expertise? He buys luxurious houses, and resells them for a higher price. Currently, and for the last six months, Greg has been living inside a 13 million dollar house, and what better place than that to throw a holiday bash. It's the night of New Years Eve, and Greg, alongside his little brother Thomas, have invited quite the crowd to throw this house into the air.
There will be unlimited alcohol, and some may even introduce drugs into the equation. There are several DJs lined around the house, as well as the amount of food beyond your imagination. Everyone dances, mingles, and gets sloshed. Not to mention the select few who disappear inside bedrooms during the night. The shed outside by the covered-up pool holds a grand amount of fireworks that the party will set off at midnight, out in the field of course, nowhere near the house. But wait, isn't there an indoor pool somewhere on the first floor? Bring your bathing-suits!
If you choose to come, you'll see many original faces, as well as some new ones, there will be drama and havoc, but all in good, messy fun. So come along for the ride, that is if you are connected to any of the guests.
You'll find the roster of the party in the OOC tab. The character sheets? Use the tabs to your liking, I like to see creativity. Depth, Depth, DEPTH is what I ask for. Make your character deeper than just a party girl or guy, what's his or her story? Does she have any connections to the NPCs or one of the cast? Don't be afraid to PM others to connect characters in dramatic ways. Also, Artik is a co-GM, so whatever he says goes as well.
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After a half hour of driving, Thomas pulled up into the curving driveway, up to a giant house with all it's front lights gleaming in the night. With the moment the car pulled into a stop, the group piled out, Quinn strayed behind to help Thomas carry the alcohol they've brought while Paula and Jordy 'clicked' their way to the front door and let themselves in, because honestly. With the music blaring from inside, they doubted that anyone would hear the doorbell. Glancing inside, it wasn't crowded yet, nor was it a full blown party.
"In here, Tom!" someone called out from inside one of the rooms, a kitchen, telling from the echo following his voice. The girls casually strode to the wide, rounded doorway and glanced in, Greg was arranging the bar, filling the small beverage fridges underneath the counter. "Oh hey girls, where's Tom?"
"He's coming," Jordy explained, striding into the kitchen, the echo of her stilettos made it seem as if a series of girls were walking around. Paula followed her closely, a bit out of it, what with a silly smirk curling her lips and her eyes glazed over.
"Jordilion!" Thomas called out from the front door, "You left your purse in the car."
"So?" Jordy asked once the two guys came into view, bringing a cardboard box filled with 'goodies'.
"Just thought you needed it," Thomas shrugged, put off by her attitude.
"For someone to steal it? No thanks," Jordy muttered, resulting a concerned glance from Paula. There was no need for snippy mood, but consequentially, Jordy becomes rather violent when high.
"Aaanyway, anyone here yet?" Thomas moved behind the counter to help Greg make things presentable and not like entire chaos. After all, chaos was only proper after the party. Meanwhile, Quinn moved behind Paula, sliding his arms around her waist and bending down to leave a kiss on the side of her head.
The DJ was in full blast, but the crowd was still minimal compared to how many people Greg invited. Not to mention, his little brother's friends were going to arrive as well. So with a drink in hand, Greg made his way throughout the rooms, and finally into the main room where the dance floor was set up. Strobe-light was sequential along with the colored lights, one of them spitting out green hypnotic spots over all the surfaces. He lingered there with a few familiar faces, until he caught sight of his brother passing through the hall, "Tom!" Greg called out, moving to intercept his brother. Quinn was with him, but no Paula or Jordy. With this chance, the man went ahead, with a sly grin, and introduced Tom to 'willing' Yuleta and Karolina.
Meanwhile, Paula and Jordan were outside in the pool, their dresses neatly draped over the lounge chairs next to the sliding door to the house. The two simply hung around in the shallow end, holding up their drinks, and trying not to get their hair wet. The conversation between them included the imminent relationship of Paula and Quinn and Jordy's struggles with he ex-boyfriend.
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An instant later, he threw his arms up and let out another ear drum shattered scream of excitement. "WOOOOOOOOO! Let it all hang out!!!" The car bust out into laughter, Spencer doubled over in the front passenger's seat, bottle of opened cranberry vodka already in his hand as he steadied his forehead against the dashboard, his eyes shut as he tried to contain himself. Brad didn't care that his underwear was shining bright for the world to see, Mickey was rolling around in the back seat, eyes as glazed as could be, and Kevin snorting up a storm as he laughed. The only person not laughing was Abigail. She hadn't exactly approved of Spencer's plan to start the party early, nor did she know they were picking up Kevin, Mickey AND Brad along the way. These boys were a bad influence on Spencer as far as she was concerned. This party was a bad idea as well, but they had already had the argument about going or not going, Spencer wouldn't budge leaving her with only one option, and that was to go with him. So here she was, driving a bunch of drunks to a party full of more drunks.
"Spencer." She said, reaching over to rest her hand on his knee, finding any reason to touch him. "Tell him to sit down, I can't see out my rear view mirror." The brunette had composed himself just enough to comprehend was she was saying. He waved a hand and sighed. "Fine. Fine." He glanced over his shoulder. "BRAD! - Sit your drunk ass down, my girlfriend doesn't want to see your non-existent bulge in the rear view mirror....or something like that." He grinned, and Brad after the moment it took him to pull up his pants, collapsed back into a sitting position between Mickey and Kevin. There was some slightly witty comment made by Brad about Abigail, Spencer, and bulges, but it was lost on Spencer's ears as the car soon pulled up to Tom and Greg's party.
The three boys in the back wasted no time scrambling out of the car, and gathering the alcohol they had brought with them and rushing inside yelling; "THE PARTY CAN NOW BEGIN!". Spencer hopped out next, only slightly buzzed, even though he was acting drunk. He grinned at his friends antics and took a moment to lean back and look at the massive mansion in front of him. "Holy..." He began, taking a step forward while swinging one of his hands back. As it swung back, Abigail caught it, tethering herself to Spencer as she moved up to his side and looped her arm through his, the one not holding the bottle of cranberry vodka that is. "Just - try not to get /too/ drunk, okay?" She pleaded and Spencer slightly scoffed. "C'mon Abbs. It's a party. Let loose, and have fun with me." He turned and bent only slightly to kiss her, she was tall. Taller than someone he use to kiss. This seemed to satiate the blond for now as she smiled and straightened, following Spencer's strides to the front door as he walked in just in time to see Brad's pants on the ground, and his beautiful pink boxers yet again.
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"I'm not taking you to see him, girl," Sandra said, her hoarse, grating voice cutting through the atmosphere of Weezy's room. "I'm taking you there to have fun. Besides, everyone else is coming! Come on, you know you want ta. Pleaaaaase, Weez. For meee?" Sandra batted her eyelashes as she sugar-coated her voice, something quite unbecoming for a tomboyish woman like her. Weezy could only squint in mild annoyance as she put her lip gloss on. At least her mascara was dry now. Hurriedly taking the rest of her makeup and shoving them in her purse, she got up, all dressed to the nines with a pair of her favorite Louboutins, her golden hair in lovely loose curls that framed her doll-like face, and she turned off all her appliances and lights before she strutted on ahead of her best friend, who had to stiffly catch up with her in her four-inchers.
She pulled up her red Chevy Corvette convertible just out front. From where they were parked, they heard the booming music inside, and her bones ached for a dance and a drink. At first, her eyes glazed over as she admired his super-expensive home yet again. All of the details, the surroundings, the view! She just couldn't believe her eyes. This was definitely the kind of home she would've wanted to have, if it weren't for her non-deficit spending habits. With a smile, she looked at Sandra and giggled. "Okay, so this would be the equivalent of heaven," she said amusedly, just letting the atmosphere soak in. There was that aching feeling, though, that told her to stay away. "Oh, God, why do I feel like I wanna puke all over his topiaries?"
"Go do that later when you're wasted! Let's go, now!" Sandra said, getting out of the car and pulling her out as well. Weezy was helpless to Sandra; she just had to escape, but she couldn't.
Inside was a wonderland. Oh, God, Weezy thought to herself as she surveyed the surroundings. The music's loud, the drinks a-plenty, furniture to die for. She closed her eyes and repeated to herself, this is just a nightmare, this is just a nightmare, I'll wake up...
"Hanboth!" Sandra yelled to Paula, spotting her over by the pool. "Look who I've forcibly dragged along here!"
"Augh, shut up!"
On the other hand, JD was still on his way to the party. The traffic jam at a main road would just not move and JD set his head on the steering wheel in annoyance. This just was not happening. Somehow, he wished that he would make it in time for the party. Or if Jordan was already there. Well, she would. This was going to be a long night of driving. Or so he thought. Up ahead, he saw that the traffic was loosening as there had been an accident earlier on. With a sigh of relief, he drove on as the road was clearing up. Oh, man, he thought. Still got a long way to go. With a smirk, he just drove on ahead, awaiting the time he'd be able to see all of his other friends over at the party. This was going to be really wild. He just knew it. To start off, he brought four bottles of Jack Daniel's. This was going to be a wild one tonight. As soon as he got there, he immediately parked his car out front, got the bottles and locked the car as quickly as he could and made it inside, and to his relief, the party was just about to start. He set the bottles over at the drinks table with a casual smile as he poured himself a gin and tonic for the moment before he proceeded to hit on a random red-head across the room, and before you know it he's dancing with her to the thumping tunes that filled the immaculate house. With a smile, he made it over to the host with a wild "Greeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeegggg!", lowering his hat over his head before it fell off his head. "Fuckin' sweet party you got here."
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Breenan stared vacantly out the passenger seat window,the headlights of cars blinding her while she waited for her damned brother to come out. After waiting a good ten minutes Breenan spotted the front door opening,Grant stumbling out of the door with the Bacardi he'd brought. She watched him walk lazily all the way to the car before averting her eyes to the road while he started the car and pulled out into the traffic.
The silence was agitating Grant beyond belief. "You stoked about the party..?" Breenan merely shrugged her shoulders and scratched the side of her head. "I watch drunk people everyday..I doubt this will be any different." Her eyes drifted up to her brother's face to see him looking at the road. "Ya..but this time maybe you can drink?" Grant let a small hint of his smirk paint his face. He heard a sigh and the rest of the way there was silence.
By the time they arrived at the front of the house Grant had thought himself back into a better, more appropriate mood to party in. He could already tell the party was started and felt a bit dissapointed that he wasn't one of the first ones there...But it was always good to be fashionably late, right? Breenan was out of the car before him, stepping through the front door and dissapearing to more than likely sit on a couch while he, however, went straight to the group that had already arrived.
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"Jesus, this guy a millionaire?" Thad mumbled to herself but loud enough for Piper to hear. Piper laughed and shrugged. She didn't really know Greg or how he had this amazing house, it was one of those friend of a friend of a friend situations.
To Thad the walk to the front door was a million miles and a man with an axe was at the end, except it was about 10 yards and only a door waited at the end, some people on the other side some probably already drunk. She wasn't a social butterfly. She had friends of course like any other kid, but she didn't go out of her way to meet people, plus she had a hard time talking to people she's never met before. The thud thud thud of the bass shook the ground slightly. Thad absentmindedly started humming "Here Comes My Baby" by Cat Stevens and Piper threw her a sideways glance, then opened the door. music blasted out, it some dance song that Thad wasn't fond of. At first glance Thad just saw a bunch of party kids, a scene that she was used to, but then she started noticing different details, they were all of course party kids, but they were all people, Thad's inner ADD started working and she thought of all these people, all these party kids. As Thad looked around she noticed people were at least semi-formal, and her T shirt and jeans suddenly felt too casual. She wasn't told what to wear. She didn't like anything other than her T shirts (tonight's was a Cage the Elephant T shirt) some jeans and a jacket. She just shrugged it off and looked to her left where Piper was standing a moment ago. She saw Piper talking with a big group of people, looking like strong and confident Piper. Thad just gave a small inaudible sigh and went to go look for a couch where she could sit and twiddle her thumbs on for the rest of the night.
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"I know right?!" Jordy called out with as much enthusiasm, half of it sarcastic just to fuck with the guy. Paula lifted her cup towards Brad, "Long time no see," she called out, threaded over to the edge of the pool.
"Oh fuck, Poo?" Brad used Jordy's nickname on her, "Way too long, did you see Spence yet?" He said this as he pulled his shirt over his head and hopped into the pool. At those words, Paula's face paled considerably.
"He's here?" Jordy took the liberty to make sure.
"Yeah, he's inside, you should go say hi," Brad, by now, wasn't too interested in the conversation, he was threading towards the three girls with an obvious swagger.
"Fuck--" Paula hissed, pulling herself out of the pool haphazardly. She needed to get in her dress, now.
"Poo!" Jordy called out to Paula's back, as the blonde hurried across the wet tiles, her shoulders hunched because of the slight breeze. Super speed, there was nothing else like it. She quickly stuffed herself into her tight dress, let down her hair and jumped into her shoes, finishing the drink she'd set aside before she disappeared inside.
"Hanboth!"
Paula must have looked startled, because she didn't answer, just stared down the corridor at Sandra. It registered only after a long moment as she acknowledged who was next to her. Fuckin' Weezy.
"AHHH!" Paula squeeled, launching herself in that girly high-heeled run towards Weez. Needless to say, the force Paula collided into her was a pretty intense hug. "How the hell did you manage to come here?" Paula asked in an exasperated excitement, Spence for the moment, completely forgotten.
Just then, leaving Quinn and Thomas inside the kitchen, talking to Yuleta and Karolina, Greg joined Weez, Paula, and Sandra in the corridor by the front door. Before he could react to his ex-girlfriend being there, JD called for his attention. Paula, however, was hogging Weezy's attention enough for Greg to greet JD with one of those handshakes and pats to the back. "It's not even in full blow," Greg grinned, stuffing his hands in his pant pockets. Jordy and Brad were coming in then, and behind Weezy and Sandra, Paula couldn't help but suck in a shaky breath. Spencer. With a gorgeous blonde.
"Jord--" Paula began, taking a step back and grabbing Jordy's arm, then leaning in and taking Weezy's hand into her other one. "Let's get some drinks," she spoke hurriedly, pulling the two girls in the direction of the kitchen.
"But I already got one," Jordy lifted her cup she'd been holding in the pool. It didn't matter, Paula needed to escape. This left a wet Brad, Greg and JD, Spence and the blonde, and Sandra in the hallway. Blood was pounding in Paula's head when she spotted Quinn with his hand on one of the girls she hasn't ever seen before, he was touching the small of the girl's back and leaning in to hear what she was saying. And when Quinn sighted Paula with Jordy and Weezy, he lifted his head and waved for her to come to him. She didn't, she occupied herself with bottles, quickly throwing a glance towards Weezy, "What are you drinking?"
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Oh shit. Oh shit, there he is. Oh shit. Someone get me a kitchen knife now. Her blood boiled as she saw Gregory Groove come her way. She knew she looked just about as calm and serene as an untouched pond, but inside she felt as unrestrained as a cusser hurling swear words at 200 miles per hour. That head of dark hair that she remembered so well. That cheeky smile he had on him. This was proof that she wasn't dreaming. He was here standing next to her; he smelled the same as he did the last time she'd had any sort of contact with him. She thanked God silently for JD coming just in time before she felt like she could explode. She smiled a bit at JD as a small hello before she made off with Jordy and Paula to the kitchen.
"Oh, hey Thomas!" Weezy said as a casual hello, a small smile gracing the corners of her mouth before she rushed over to where most of the vodka was on the kitchen counter. Another shocking sight? Quinn. Her blue eyes widened at the sight of him; she hadn't seen him in ages. While he was turned away just after he'd beckoned for Paula to come, she turned to her good friend, forgetting that she asked her what she was drinking. "W-what the fuck is Quinn doing here?" she hissed through her teeth, mildly angry at Paula but more at Quinn than anything. "And why isn't Spencer with you? Where is he? Is he here?"
"He's just over there," Thomas declared, pointing at a young man with another blonde. Oh, shoot, why did she miss that?
"P, is there something I missed?" she said, her expression quickly changing from mildly annoyed to mildly sympathetic.
JD, on the other hand, had a few laughs with the rest before turning to the host, an eyebrow raised. "Hey, buddy, sorry to rain on your parade and all, but wasn't that just Weez?" he said, looking over at the kitchen where she, Paula and Jordan were. An overwhelming sense of confusion coursed through him too, but that could've been the after effects of that joint he had yesterday. "She's looking better."
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"C'mon. I'll introduce you to some people" He prompted again, and this time he lead her, one hand on his pocket to explore the mansion some more, and possibly say hi to some old friends. Unfortunately, the 'old friend' that was suddenly in his cross-hairs was not the face he had been expecting to see, nor introduce Abigail to. The face he was staring at was the LAST person he would EVER want to introduce her to. Instantly Spencer's body tensed, and Abigail glanced up at him wondering why he had stopped walking so suddenly. She followed his eyes and looked curiously as some girl's back disappeared into the next room, the kitchen.
"Who's that?" Abbi asked as she tugged at his shirt sleeve like a little child trying to get his attention. It wasn't working as Spencer simply stared off at the kitchen door, his stomach suddenly churning with the alcohol he'd already consumed before the party, giving him that sick and nauseous feeling. His eyes took on that shocked look, as if he were staring at a car crash but couldn't look away. Funny, in the weirdest way, it reminded of the last party, when he'd walked in on her changing.
"Spencer! Are you listening to me?" He was brought back to reality, almost, as Abigail nudged his arm. "Huh?" He murmured, briefly looking to her before looking back to the door. "Yeah, sure. Can you just hold on a second?" He asked, slipping his arm out of her grasp absentmindedly and making a b-line for the kitchen, practically kicking dust up in his haste. When he stepped through the door however, it was a different story. He stopped suddenly for a second time as his eyes searched the room finding her almost instantly, back to him as she poured drinks. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Spencer forced his legs forward taking the opportunity to step up behind her. He reached around her and placed the bottle of cranberry vodka just beside her right hand. He ignored, or perhaps he didn't even notice the other people and the eyes that were on them. The bottle was part empty, what wasn't in the bottle was on his breath. "Mind pouring me...what was it...Jordy's special?" He asked her before stepping back and giving the girl room to turn around. He wanted to see her reaction, her expression. But mostly he just wanted to see her again.
The thought of Abigail soon coming up behind him was far from his mind, but she wouldn't stand in the hall confused and frustrated for long, she'd follow him soon enough, but at the moment, he didn't care.
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Breenan hadn't been to a party in ages. Literally ages. The loud music, wild people running around with half of them unfamiliar to the sight. In fact, the only person she knew here - despite her brother, of course- Miranda who, it looked like, was leaning in close to 'tell secrets' to a okay looking guy.
"Who's she?" Of course Grant had spotted her, more than likely having followed Breenan's gaze and seeing the too-blond girl. "Miranda," she said loud enough to get it clear to Grant over the blaring music. Grant grabbed both of his sister's hands, gripping the water bottle in her left hand tightly and swinging her arms back and forth pleadingly. "Go talk to her for me...Please!" The look on her face hinted that she wasn't going to budge. Grant put on the doggy eyes and let his lower lip puff out only slightly. "Sister, oh lovely sister of mine. Please? Get her number at least?"
In a rush to get away from the annoying brother, Breenan merely nodded with a sigh of resentment and slipped through a group of people to Miranda, tapping her shoulder and rolling her eyes before opening her mouth to speak.
"Beer...vodka...Jack...." Grant's eyes scanned the hands of all of the party-attenders for something he could mix in with the water that Breenan had brought, and that he had so easily tricked her into forgetting about. His grip tightened on it as a kid rushed by and rammed into his shoulder. He backed up and ended up backing into someone, turning around to see JD. "Alcohol? Something that she won't taste?" That probably sounded horrible without explaining the situation, but he was in a hurry- hoping that JD wouldn't ask questions.
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"P, is there something I missed?"
"A lot actually," Paula grinned to herself, mildly amused by the situation, no matter how upset she really was on inside. "I'm back with Quinn," she shrugs, "There's nothing else to it, he says he's changed-- somewhat." Jordy was leaning against the counter, having heard the story once before. There was really no explanation for it, Jordy, herself, tried talking Paula out of the poorly made decision.
"Poo, don't beat yourself over it, he's moved on-- hopefully you are too, and if you thing Quinn really, really loves you, then why not, be with the one who--" Jordy's words were cut off by the shocked expression that suddenly washed over her features. She stared at Spencer, who'd just walked into the kitchen, but Paula wouldn't know that, her back was to him.
"--loves me, you're right," Paula finished off Jordy's words absentmindedly, completely oblivious to the silence that enveloped her friends for a brief moment. It wasn't until a half-empty cranberry vodka was set down beside her arm, someone very familiar, very close to her right now. Paula tensed immediately, setting down the juice gallon she'd been pouring into the cups.
"Mind pouring me...what was it...Jordy's special?"
She turned around quickly, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly open in that shocked stare. For a long moment, she couldn't say a word, but eventually her lips pressed into a thin line and her gaze fluttered to the floor. "Wasn't expecting to see you here," she murmurs, lying through her teeth, she'd been excited to go to a party with the only intention to see Spencer perhaps. She'd been missing from Thomas' parties for the last few months, mainly because of Quinn and his need to hang out with his buddies.
"I'll make it," Jordy piped up, moving in to grab a few bottles in her reach and an empty cup. In a quick glance, Paula was able to spot Quinn- good, he wasn't watching, he was intensely engrossed in a conversation that him and Yuleta were having, Karolina fluttering nearby.
Back in the corridor, Greg was finding amusement in JD's notice of Weezy. "She's always looked good," he grinned, casting a brief glance towards the kitchen doorway. She was in there, he knew it, since he watched her disappear in there from the corner of his eye. Greg watched an unfamiliar fellow back into JD, then turn around and ask for alcohol, something she won't taste. "Woah, woah, buddy, if you're gonna roofie someone, don't do it on this property, take it somewhere else," Greg hissed, grabbing his arm roughly.
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She paused for a bit, reaching for some cherry syrup and orange vodka and pouring it into a tall translucent red glass, dropping in two ice cubes after stirring. She spoke again a little after Jordy cut off. "I swear, I have friends I can totally introducβ"
She'd now known the reason why she'd stopped speaking. As soon as she felt the presence of another person in the kitchen aside from themselves, Weez couldn't help but giggle as she'd realized that he was there. Gently, she let go of Paula so she wouldn't have to grab her wrist to keep her there. It would've been the mother of awkwardness anyway. She immediately shuffled over to Jordy, who was making her special over at the other counter.
"Wohoaaah," she whispered, a giggle escaping her throat as she put on a cheeky smile. "Look who's getting lucky tonight."Β
JD shook his head with a smile as his friend made his comment about Weez. Well, she did have her moments when she shone like a diamond. "Look man, if you still want her, why don't you go and talk to her? Apologize maybe? 'cause by the looks of it, I'd say she wants to fuck you up bigtime," JD advised Greg, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. "Did you even love her? 'cauβ gaagk!"
Feeling like he'd been knocked off his feet, he slowly got back to his senses Β and smiled at who'd bumped. "Oi, Grant! Wasn't expecting to meet you like this," he joked. "Although it would've been better if you'd said 'hello' at least." Alcohol, something she won't taste. He mulled this over a bit, and when Greg replied harshly, he simply patted his friend's shoulder to calm him down. The host had to relax tonight, after all.
"Hey hey, Greg, relax, man," he said in a very chill way. "It's your night. Have a drink, get wild... Bet you a Benjamin that I'll end this party with three girls with me in bed. And not the plain ones, too." JD couldn't help but laugh at himself. This was the JD with alcohol in his system. Just the usual stuff, but whiskey? Any host would have to prepare for the storm. "Damn, I forgot. Greg, this is Grant Abernathy. New kid."
He turned to Grant and said, "Get her cranberry vodka punch? Maybe pour in a little more vodka for good measure. Who's the victim tonight, kiddo?"
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The girl was always a bit too loud for Breenan. "I didn't know you liked parties?" Miranda's face twisted into a look of confusion, eyes swooping down to check out the short skirt Breenan was wearing. "And those kind of clothes." Her eyes got brighter, more than likely thinking she was going to gain another loud obnoxious friend.
"I don't...But Grant dragged me here. I'm not sure why.." Breenan's fingers curled into a fist and she realized that the water bottle was missing. "And somebody just stole my water." A sarcastic smile twitched her lips for a mere second before turning into an annoyed frown. "Lighten up Debby Downer, have some fun. It's a partttttyyyyy!" Miranda grabbed Breenan's hand and pulled her into the rest of the group of short skirted girls all having bad dye jobs.
Standing awkwardly while the others jumped up and down to the loud music, she turned to Miranda and tapped her shoulder. "Do you have a boyfriend?" She hated trying to hook people up with her brother. It was like signing them off to hell.
Grant felt his heart jump when Greg, the owner of the giant party, gripped his arm roughly. Obviously he'd taken it the wrong way. "Nooo, no no no. It's not like that I swe-" Before he could finish defending himself JD stepped in and began talking. His eyes trailed down to the man's hand that was gripping his arms, but looked up quickly when JD began introducing the two who obviously hadn't gotten off to a good start.
Grant nodded vaguely and then directed his attention back to JD, momentarily ignoring the fact of some guys hand gripping his arm. "It's my sister. She's gotten drunk once in her entire life. She needs to relax some..She's uptight." Grant Jerked his head towards his sister who was leaned forward and saying something into Miranda's ear.
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She tensed. He tensed. He didn't like it. Something felt off, and it only added to the nerves of seeing her again. The blond instantly spun around and it took near to all of Spencer's self control not to let his expression show what he was truly feeling, though as usual, his eyes gave some of it away if anyone knew to look close enough. Paula knew, so despite the strong urge to continue to look at her, to take in her familiar features, the curve of her brow, the lines of her lips, the shape of her eyes, he forced himself to glance away quickly, in any direction, possibly giving off the feeling of indifference before meeting her gaze, her shocked stare. Spencer felt sober as ever, the alcohol doing shit to numb the pain of seeing her again, yet he stood there, not wanting to leave either.
Spencer stifled a frown when she looked away, he couldn't blame her though.
"Wasn't expecting to see you here,"
He'd known her long enough to see through that surface level lie at least. He came to all of Tom's parties, and so did she. At least, she use to. It anything, he was the one surprised to see her here. She'd basically fallen off the face of the earth for the past few months, and now all of a sudden, out of now where, here she was again.
"I could say the same thing." He murmured in response, habitually licking his bottom lip, a nervous gesture. A brief silence, then Jordy chimed in, responding to his request. - "I'll make it," - He nodded the girl a thanks, whilst simultaneously having a mental debate with himself. What was the right thing to say. Because if he didn't say it now, he might not get another chance later. Especially with this "loves me, you're right" statement playing around in his head. He looked her in the eye, fingers fidgeting in one pocket, the others by his side. Words fought to tumble from and or cling to his lips, the battle clear on his face this time. Suddenly and arm snatched his pocketed one, clinging like a leech and breaking Spencer from his concentration and snapping him violently back to reality. His eyes darted to the side, a wave of frustration washed over his face at the interruption. That was until he realized who it was. Abigail. His stomach dropped and was instantly heavy with guilt and a mix of confusion.
"Hey! - Why'd you rush off like that?" She began before he eyes fell to notice the other blond first, causing her "atennas" so to speak, to go up as a result. "Who's that?" Abigail continued the stomach churning questions as Spencer eagerly took the drink as soon as Jordy had finished pouring it. He took a sip instantly, needily. "Spence-y. Are you gonna' introduce me to your friends?" She asked, hugging him arm near her body as he stifled a grimace this time, not at the affection, but at what she had called him. He absolutely hated that nick name, Paula knew that, not really the nickname itself, particularly the way in which it was said. So....whiny.
After swallowing a decent gulp of the highly alcoholic beverage, letting the burning numb his throat on the way down to his stomach. "This is Jordy, Weezy, and...Paula. Their old friends." He remarked, and there was a pause before any introductions or greetings could be made. Abigail tugged his arm lightly and looked up at him expectantly. - "Hm?" He asked, before it clicked. "Oh. Uh..this is Abigail." Another tug, and high pitched sound escaped her lips, as if urging him to continue. "My girlfriend." He complied, yet even as he said it, he tried to inhale the words back into his mouth. Wished they hadn't been said. If he was the guy that they had been talking about before, there went his chances at getting her back. As bad as he would feel for ditching Abigail, Paula was worth it. But that didn't matter anymore. He couldn't bare to look at her after uttering those words, so Spence just took another sip, hoping the numbing sensation would kick in soon as he diverted his eyes at first towards his feet, then off to the side as if something over there was extremely interesting and worth his attention.
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"Where'd my pants go?"
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Go ahead, drink another one. I love the way you're tripping over air.
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The Host with the Most ;)
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The guy whose likely to be buzzed before he even gets to the party. Yeah. That one.
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"My dad wanted a boy, I sorta want a new dad"
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Breenan Abernathy
Go ahead, drink another one. I love the way you're tripping over air.
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The Host with the Most ;)
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"My dad wanted a boy, I sorta want a new dad"
Paula D. Hanboth
Your own personal mini fight-breaker-upper. :)
Evelyn Marlow
The girl that comes to the parties simply for the sheer enjoyment of watching other people get wasted.
Grant Abernathy
"Where'd my pants go?"
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The guy whose likely to be buzzed before he even gets to the party. Yeah. That one.
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"My dad wanted a boy, I sorta want a new dad"
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The Host with the Most ;)
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"Where'd my pants go?"
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Your own personal mini fight-breaker-upper. :)
Spencer St. Lawrence
The guy whose likely to be buzzed before he even gets to the party. Yeah. That one.
Evelyn Marlow
The girl that comes to the parties simply for the sheer enjoyment of watching other people get wasted.
Breenan Abernathy
Go ahead, drink another one. I love the way you're tripping over air.
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