❥▐ cupid's brew

♫ Clothes ♫ Mood» Happy ♫ Music ♫ Date: 12/25/2015​

Location » Sophie's house ♫ OOC: ... ♫​

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Seraphina looked around the room for a little bit, Aidan did look nervous. Again. She wondered what went on in that handsome head of his. ​

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Seraphina blushed thinking about him that way. 'Stop Brain Stop!' Her head seemed to yell 'This isn't right! Abort! Abort!' Her heart seemed to scream 'But your only human Seraphina' She fought with herself. She wished she could just tell him how she felt. She looked at him. He was normal... but a good normal. He wasn't stuck up... or rude... he was nice and sweet.. and funny.... she shook her head.. ​

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She blushed a lot, but heard someone talking to her. ​

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"Hey," she said, taking a seat, "Remember me from the Cafe? I'm Sarah. You're... Seraphina, right?"​

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"Yes my name is Seraphina. Buon Natale" She smiled. "Nice to re-meet your acquaintance." She took a sip of wine. "How are you this lovely evening Sarah?" ​

 

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He had been expecting a wondrous play from the kids that signed up, but what he witnessed surpassed the man's expectations and brought a smile to his face as he watched on as the preformed and merely crossed his arms and stood backstage as they took their bow to the cheering crowd. They truly deserved the praise that they received and he was quite happy that they were able to lavish in the rewards they gained from all their hard work.

With everything done and the play having met its true end, Julius merely smiled softly as he helped clean up the last bit of the stage before he was on his way. The news of the party at Sophie's reached him and though he was asked if he would go Julius merely denied politely. He noticed disappointment in a few others (especially Noelle), and with that his denial changed to a maybe. With that he was given the address and the rest were soon off to the celebration.

With a sigh, Julius walked up the stairs and stared out at the theatre with a smile once more. He still recalled the cheers and it was as if he was still watching the play go on in his mind. Those kids...he was proud of them...it was the first time in a long time he could say he could feel pride. Was this what it felt to be a professor? he liked the feeling, the feeling of helping others and being able make others smile....just how long did it take him to reach his desired path?

He closed his eye and merely let out a chuckle as he walked out of the empty theatre. The spectacular kids were what kept this play up and alive, he could only wish he was at least able to have been of more use to them. "Man...whats wrong with me" Julius said shaking his head trying to toss out the thoughts out his mind as he walked outside and took a deep breath "Ah...must be because of the damn Christmas season thats why I'm getting all mushy..." Julius said before entering his car.

The car started and Julius began to drive, but he didn't actually know where he was going. Sophie's party sounded like great fun, but he really didn't feel like going there and crashing their party...after all surely they must of had some good quality time with Julius by now due to the rehearsals. "Heh....Don't wanna crash their party now...who'd want an old geezer like me chilling around" Julius said as he continued to drive. As he drove his eyes drifted over to the side and noticed a pen and card that rested on the passenger seat. The fancy pen, the cute Christmas card, and the hat that rested on his head...those three items were one of the three precious things he had with him. A soft and warm smile was on his face as he stared at the card and pen and returning his attention to the road he finally made up his mind.

His decision was made and though it was hard, he found a store that was open on Christmas. He bought the finest chocolates for the kids and even though some might not actually like it, he really didn't have much time to actually buy them all something. With the items bought Julius walked out of the store and placed his gifts over into the backseat along with a santa outfit....never hurt to be an idiot at a party....and with a smile he started off and drove off towards Sophie's. The distance was quite far and as he drove he noticed something up ahead. A light shone up ahead as with each second it grew bigger and bigger at an intense speed. Julius' eye widened as though he tried his best he was too late...

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The crash was deadly and the pain that the man felt was near unbearable. The drunken fools that chose to drive sealed their fate and now have fallen into their eternal sleep. Weakened, Julius could only open his eye slightly as his head rested on the steering wheel of his car. His fading vision merely caught sight of the hat that had fallen off his head and his shaking hand reached out for the hat in order to grab it. He didn't know what called out to him about the hat, maybe he just wished to hold onto something special as he was in the state he was in. The tips of his fingers touched the tip of the hat, but that was all that his energy would allow him to. His hand dropped and Julius merely tsked "damn...just my luck...sorry kids...I'll be a bit...late" Julius said weakly with a soft tender smile before his eye closed.

 

"What are you planning to do?" Erik looked down to see Bryan sitting by his feet. He slumped to the ground as well-- it was cold. "I'll probably stay, if Noëlle wants." He shook his head at the kid.

"I'm not staying. It'd be weird. I'm a lot older than most of the rest of them and i don't exactly feel right partying with a bunch of drunken teenagers." He lifted his bottle to his lips and tipped his head back for a moment. " Us grown ups could leave--you, me, Tucker, and Torvald. I think everyone else is still underage." He stared off into the darkness of the night and pulled out his cig pack again. "Maybe it would be good if you and Noëlle each hang out with people your own age. Just a thought..." It might do them some good. He lit up the cigarette and inhaled.

 

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✧ location: bennett home ♦ indoor pool ✧ mood: jolly ✧ theme: tea? ✧​

✧ affection: quentin ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ♡ ♡ ♡ ✧​

✧ ooc: merry christmas! <3 // suggestive themes...! ✧​

"I think I'm just fine over here..." Richie sighed sadly, but then Quentin continued. "...You're free to join me, of course."

Oh. My. God.

A tingle shot through Richie's body as he swam his way over to the shallow end. His light body easily slid over the water and he soon reached the admired one. Damn, Quentin looked sooo fucking hot up close. The water all over his body made it shine, and he looked so... delicious. His build was a little better than most the boy had seen, which only turned him on more.

"S-so... uhhhhh, how are you feel...ing...?" His voice trailed off as Richie edged closer to his crush until the two were almost touching. His breaths became more shallow... his hands found their way onto Quentin's legs. He began to lean in and he whispered softly , "I... need you..."

 

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{OOC: This is a name banner to be used until after finals when I can create a proper banner, so alas. Will add status information for next post, still deciding. MICHAELA and ALBERT are filler names until I can discuss things with hyuge.}​

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<< IGNITE REVOLUTION >>​

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He wanted to drink to erase the night away.​

Everything in his mind from the entire play was but a blur, and he was surprised -- nay, disgusted, at the state of this house. He knew Sophie to hold the sort of prissy, holier-than-thou bourgeois attitude that would have meant owning such excessive riches like this ... he spat at them. Bah! Wasteful, wasteful, when there were millions out on the streets. The working-class, who were never paid any proper compensation for how much they contributed to the well-being of society, alas, alas ...​

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Delicate music rolled through the house's empty, darkly scintillating halls, coming from the radio.​

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Torvald swirled around the liquid in his glass with delicate surgeon's fingers.​

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Torvald rubbed his red nose and took another sip of his complementary martini. That Lucas was -- was-- a-- he was a character-- right-- ah. The effects of the alcohol seemed to be deeply rubbed into his mind by this point ...​

The play. The play? The play, yes, the production. It went nearly perfectly. Nearly. At the very least, the main roles had no problems with their lines. Oh yes. The crowd loved it. The masses, ah, the power and the happiness of the masses. Torvald's face was flat. As he walked through the empty rooms of the house, he looked dour and angry with his splotchy red face and worn-out black suit. The nights were getting cold, and here they were letting loose drunken teenagers on a home. Well, he certainly approved it, if it meant the iconoclastic destruction of this gaudy residence. As he walked through the halls, he tipped over a vase here and there, letting it fall to the couches around it, but careful not to smash them on the floor. The dirty work would be left to the peons, of course.​

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From time to time, he heard echoes through the house's garishly tasteless halls. Voices of drunks blithered-blathered on about nonesuch and flirtatious inebriation. He looked on forward with dead, lifeless eyes; the fire, it had been replaced with firewater. Torvald hiccuped, but not a single soul heard his social faux pas. They had already heard enough of them otherwise, when he would be blaring them out at the top of his lungs in their faces. But that was another time, another place.​

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He slipped his free hand into his pocket and took another sip of his martini, looking at some of the artwork on the wall.​

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Landscapes, nudes, portraits. Much of it was in a European realist style. No flare, no substance. This house was a hollow shadow of what it could be. Bah. Such was what would happen when you left decisions to the upper-class twits who had no idea about what "substance" in humanity meant. He took another surly sip of his martini, and hiccuped.​

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Everyone was at the pool, right? Ugh.He didn't see a single sign of the Professor being here. Those rotten kids were going to get into too much trouble, weren't they? He really didn't give any more care about it, but if they hurt themselves, it would, of course, be his responsibility. He looked at the red cross on his watch. ​

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Where ... where was the professor?​

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Foolish. ​

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When Torvald reached the edge of the poolside, where he saw the other teenagers, he almost forgotten the slight trembling of his body as he saw the scene envelope in front of him. Some seemed to be in the pool, but here were ... were these two. Blushed-faced, leaning on each other, they--​

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His eyes widened. Regrets! Regrets, no regrets in the revolution!​

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He slowly walked over to the boy, Richie, who was getting much too close and intimate with the other lad upon the poolside chairs. The moon shimmered across the lazy water, and as he stood closer to the pool, his heart began its rapid palpitations, and his hands began to tremble. Was it the inebriation, or was it the water itself?​

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He towered over the two boys, like a ghostly titan, red-faced and brusque, before grabbing onto Richie from behind and tossing him into the pool next to the chairs. A loud splash sent bullets of water towards Torvald and Quentin, and Torvald apathetically picked up his martini glass from the poolside before blowing away flecks of ice.​

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He did not look at either of the boys as he took another sip.​

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<< Richie, sober up, you're drunk. >> ​

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His voice was richly tinged with alcohol, but at the same time, it seemed to make it much more sonorous. It sounded completely different from his usual loud orations.​

<< CEASE REVOLUTION >>​

 

Xara had been invited to some party. She didn't like being around so many people, but Natalie was going to be there and she wanted to be with her. She wanted to be closer to her. She entered the party area. She wore a glistening purple dress with maroon stands of color popping out from place to place. Her hair was let down and wen all the way to her torso. She didn't feel overdressed at all. She hoped the boys would be unimpressed and leave her be.

She looked around. Everyone there was from the play or just from around the area and school. She journeyed off to find Natalie. Eventually she found her, not after taking some of the free food, and tried to surprise her with a hug. She had no other way to tell her she was there after all.

Natalie looked gorgeous. Her hair and eyes and her clothes were just stunning. Xara felt the feeling of attraction. It would be more so if those were taken off however. She shook her head. What was she thinking. No way Natalie was into that stuff... or maybe she could have been. Xara certainly would have loved it.

Ethan came a tad late looking around. He had hoped Sasha would have been back by now but it was apparent that she was not. He just had to be careful around the other girls. He couldn't afford to let his heart drift off again. Hopefully none of them would come to him first. Ethan didn't think he could stop himself. Maybe he could hang out with one of the guys, if they let him. He wasn't very chummy with them so it was doubtful.

 

Natalie Williams

Outfit|Location: Party|Music|Mood: Neutral|OOC: N/A​

As Natalie spoke with Zoey, she was surprised by a hug from behind. She turned to see Xara there. "Xara! Hi!" She smiled and turned to Zoey. "Zoey, this is my good friend Xara."

She was glad Xara was here now. Maybe she wouldn't be so alone. And now that someone trustworthy was around, perhaps she would try her hand at drinking. She wasn't too sure, but It WAS a party...

"Hey Xara, I'll be back. I'm gonna go get a drink." She said, getting up and heading over to where the drinks were.

Sarah Coleman

Outfit|Location: Party|Music|Mood: Neutral|OOC: N/A​

"I'm alright. Can't complain, now that the play is over and I don't have to bore myself at rehearsals... I should be good and passing my classes now." Sarah folded her hands and crossed her legs, then tilted her head. "What about you?"

 

Dennis had had his fair share of sitting next to the pool. I mean sure it was quiet, peaceful, and serene here...but this was a party damn it! He needed to get back into the main room and start socializing with people! Or at the very least grab another soda. He was quite thirsty after all. He was about to stand up and go back when suddenly he saw Ri- Richard? Richter? Ronald? Blondie, run and cannon ball into the pool. The name of the kid alluded him, but he knew it started with an R and had seen the kid around many times prior to here. Regardless he got splashed when Blondie jumped in there and felt the warmth of the water wash over him. He was really considering swimming now but he decided to take a seat farther back for now.

While walking backwards he noticed even more people being dragged along with Richie and one of them didn't seem to be the most...stable. 'Well that's the liqour'll do to a person' he thought to himself. At this point he actually took time to take in the entire scenery. He was left breathless by the sheer magnitude of the indoor pool,waterfall, thing. Not only was it really lavish and pleasing to the eye, but it looked really expensive. What exactly did a person need to do to make that much money? Regardless he sat back and noticed a new person walk into the mix. He recognized him as well, just like everyone else here, but still couldn't put a name to the face. This new person who he would just internally call Q, took a seat as well. Q started speaking to Blondie and then Blondie just seemed to be a bit of a mess. Blondie didn't seem all that with himself and at this point Dennis was pretty sure he was under the influence. Even as he was now the kid seemed to want more alcoholic beverages, which was probably going to lead to an interesting time. Regardless, Q eventually jumped in and started swimming alongside Blondie. Mr. Awesome Butler Man appeared out of literally nowhere and gave Blondie another drink, who then started drinking more and eventually made the entire scenario awkward. Dennis wasn't much of one for intruding in on conversations, and this one didn't seem he like one he'd really feel like listening in on. The whole thing just wasn't Dennis's cup of soda so he just casually sauntered out of the pool area back into the kitchen.

At the kitchen he pulled out a new can of soda and grabbed a lollipop out of his pack that he brought with him to the party. After all, one can never have too many sweets. He started just casually walking through the house admiring everything when he saw two girls talking and one them had an eyepatch on. He realized that the nickname he gave for her, being Eyepatch, might not have been the most accurate or appropriate of names to be given. Granted the two of them seemed to be striking up a conversation and he didn't want to awkwardly intrude. 'Socialize damn it! Alright fine, but how do I go about doing that? Just walk over there and say hello you little twit! Fine, fine. Jeez get off my back.' After his own little internal debate, he walked over to the two girls, which by the time he got there turned into three, which then turned back into two. "H-Hey there. I was, um, just wondering if I could, uh, just talk along with you." He let out a nervous chuckle, 'man you are really bad at this. Like seriously be confident damn it! Would you shut up about my need to socialize. Never!' he was continuing to internally debate with himself while he just sort of awkwardly stood there.

 

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⎝ DAY 5┊2/4 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊DECEMBER 25TH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊SOPHIE'S HOUSE ⎞​

⎝ MOOD┊SIGH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊29% ⎞ ❧ ⎝ WEARING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊. . . ⎞​

"I'm not staying. It'd be weird. I'm a lot older than most of the rest of them, and I don't exactly feel right partying with a bunch of drunken teenagers."

Bryan frowned as Erik shook his head. That was a little disappointing, but what could he say? He and Erik weren't exactly friends, even though Bryan would like that. He guessed Erik wasn't really the type for friends? The thought made him feel a little despondent, even though he was mostly in a good mood that would override it.

"Us grownups could leave — you, me, Tucker, and Torvald. I think everyone else is still underage."

He thought about the offer, his face lighting up a little, but then he thought on it. Would his sister be mad if he left without her knowing? They still were keeping their distance from one and other, but it was Christmas, and driving tonight didn't really seem like the most appealing of ideas.

"Maybe it would be good if you and Noëlle each hang out with people your own age. Just a thought . . ."

Bryan looked at Erik with surprise; was it that obvious that the two of them were having issues? He might have been right, though. It kind of seemed to be working, but it had only been a few days since they had started their 'long-distance' relationship, so he couldn't really tell for sure. She always seemed much brighter over the e-mails, and he couldn't tell if she was lying to him or not, without seeing her face . . .

Just then, he saw Torvald walk past the pair, a bored, maybe slightly angry expression crossed on his face. When he was out of sight, Lucas was following him with an intensity, and Bryan wondered what was up with that.

"No smoking inside the house," Lucas called back even though he was out of sight.

"That sounds f - " he stopped midsentence, remembering that Tucker had disappeared with Maria. "Though, I don't think Tucker or Torvald would be joining us . . . Driving out there, now? Doesn't seem like that great of an idea. Sophie has other places we could be though, and wouldn't have to worry about others. I saw a lounge on the second floor . . ." Just a suggestion. Bryan felt a little dirty, like he was trying to get Erik alone for . . . what?

 

♫ Clothes ♫ Mood» Happy ♫ Music ♫ Date: 12/25/2015​

Location » Sophie's house ♫ OOC: ... ♫​

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Seraphina smiled. "I'm good thanks I just-" Seraphina tried to blink... oh dear. tried to fell her eye lash, they had stuck together. She could barely see. What a nightmare... she knew she shouldn't have used so much make up. She felt like she might cry, but held it together. Oh God Oh God Oh God. She hoped Aidan didn't see her... this was very bad very very bad. She was panicking inside, her heart raced, she could hear it pounding in her ears. ​

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"Um... excuse me for a moment, I just have to use the rest room." Seraphina got up gracefully and tried to walk over normally, but being unable to see, she bumped into a boy (Ethan) She fell to the floor, and her eyelashes unstuck. ​

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Seraphina blushed. "Oh, my apologies." She said, still on the floor. She tried to get up, but her shoe buckle got caught bring her back on the ground. She tried to laugh it off... but this was very very embarrassing. ​

 

Xara smiled that Natalie seemed so releaved that she arrived. She was also surprised that Sarah wasn't with her. Usually she was always clinging to her. Another relief. Xara could have her all to herself. Maybe, it was a party and plenty of the boys would be all over her. Xara would not allow this.

Then there was Zoey. Natalie did introduce Xara to her and vice versa. Xara figured she'd give a polite hello. She grabbed her notepad and pen and began to right. "Hello, Zoey. It is a pleasure to meet you." As she smiled at her. Other than the eye patch, she was rather cute. Or maybe the eye patch was what made her so. It was a mystery.

She then noticed Natalie run to get a drink. Xara had never had any form of alcoholic beverage like the people here were drinking. Maybe one drink wouldn't hurt her. She followed her hoping to try some too. She tapped her shoulder and smiled and continued to walk to the table.

Ethan was walking around the tables where some snacks were placed. Then he bumped into a girl. One not from the play or one he had seen before. She had piercing brown eyes and gleaming brown hair. She was fairly attractive. However she fell to the floor.

"That is quite all right, love. We all make mistakes after all." He extended his arm out to her to help her back up. He noticed her eye lashed had been drawn together. He slightly put his fingers on her eye and dislodged the eyelashes to let her see again. "You know, you shouldn't use too much make up. Things like this happen if you do. Besides, girls are much more beautiful when they show their natural self instead of painting a lie of their face." He said with a light smile.

 

♫ Clothes ♫ Mood» Happy ♫ Music ♫ Date: 12/25/2015​

Location » Sophie's house ♫ OOC: ... ♫​

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"That is quite all right, love. We all make mistakes after all." He extended his arm out to her to help her back up.​

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Seraphina blushed. He sounded so proper... kind of like her in a way. Very well spoken and gentlemanish... She felt him fix her eye lashes and blushed again, this was little bit embarrassing. ​

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"You know, you shouldn't use too much make up. Things like this happen if you do. Besides, girls are much more beautiful when they show their natural self instead of painting a lie of their face." He said with a light smile. ​

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Seraphina blushed even harder. He was very very well spoken indeed... something about him. She smiled at him, giggling a little. "Thank you..." She said. "I'm Seraphina, it is nice to meet your acquaintance." She said, silently moving closer to him, but not by a large amount. 'It was one glass of wine Sera, please don't mess up' her brain seemed to say. "Oh and Buon Natale." She said in her fancy Italian ​

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⌠ DAY 5 │ 2/4 ⌡ ◆ ⌠ DATE │ DECEMBER 25TH ⌡ ◇ ⌠ LOCATION │ POOL ⌡
⌠ MOOD │ AMUSED > CONFUSED/CONCERNED ⌡ ◇ ⌠ ❤ │ NOËLLE : 38% / SOPHIE : 33% ⌡ ◆ ⌠ MUSIC ⌡
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Quentin could easily that his little invitation had more than excited Richie, who was flush-faced and completely aroused, the feelings amped up by the alcohol. He wasn't made even slightly uncomfortable by the fact that the drunken teenager looked like he wanted to eat Quentin as he wallowed through the water towards the more shallow side.

Quentin smirked again when he was asked how he was feeling. He felt a hand on his leg, then another that was getting closer to his crotch, yet he didn't really feel aroused. The whisper in his ear shot a light shiver down his spine, and he was just going to go with it.

A pair of footsteps approached and Quentin became acutely aware of someone behind him, instead of focusing on Richie. A shadow was cast over the both of them and Quentin looked up to see a not-so-happy looking Torvald, for some reason he couldn't discover.

Without really knowing what happened next, there was a splash and Torvald was once again holding his drink while Quentin laughed. Hard. Torvald was a real card — even if he was a little dramatic from time to time.

"Richie, sober up, you're drunk."

"Speak for yourself, Torvald." Quentin said, getting out of the pool. He walked towards the chair where his clothes were sitting, and there was a towel that came from seemingly nowhere. "A dip may prove beneficial for yourself, as well." Though he seemed relatively cool for being drunk, Quentin could smell the vial substance on his person and breath.

In one of the entrances to the pool, Quentin spotted Sophie who was standing, solely a dress on, with her arms crossed. She didn't look happy at all. Lucas appeared next to her from, again, nowhere, and escorted her away, looking as if he were consoling her for something. Quentin . . . didn't understand. Was she upset? What for?

In a momentary flurry of thoughts, he turned back to Richie, who was by this time, back at the edge of the pool and clearing off his face, and bent down, whispering in his ear where his lips nearly touched, "Some other time."

With his clothing in tow, he bid Richie and Torvald farewell, and then left the area, in search of Sophie.

 

(Mmmmmm tequila)

"... I don't think Tucker or Torvald would be joining us..." Erik cocked a brow. Why wouldn't Tucker join? "... Sophie has other places ... a lounge ..." He sighed and jumped to his feet, stomping out the cigarette and grabbing his bottle by the neck.

" All right then. Let's go i guess." Erik kicked the butt out into the lawn and made his way back inside. " After you. I'm pretty sure if i led the way we'd just get lost." Erik chuckled lightly.

 

Natalie Williams

Outfit|Location: Rehearsal|Music|Mood: Neutral|OOC: N/A​

Natalie served herself some alcohol and hummed a little. As soon as Xara arrived she instantly got a lot happier. She felt a soft tap on her shoulder. "Hm?" She turned. "Oh, Xara. Did you want to try some too?" She handed the girl her cup. "Here, take this one. I'll get myself a new cup, okay?" She served herself some more.
"Well, Merry Christmas!" She clinked her cup with Xara's and took a sip.

It tasted bad. That was her first thought. It was nasty and she had no idea how people drank this, yet she wanted more. A lot more. Natalie scrunched her face then swallowed it. "What do you think, Xara?"

Sarah Coleman

Outfit|Location: Rehearsal|Music|Mood: Neutral|OOC: N/A​

Sarah sighed. Now there was no one left. She had promised Natalie that she'd give her space, instead of clinging to her like always, but... She didn't have any other friends, and the only person closest to that had just left. Sarah sat there (probably looking pathetic and lonely to everyone else) while she waited for something interesting to happen. A boy or girl to at least come talk to her so she could play with them, because it was a party. People didn't go to parties to get dates, they went to play around with people like toys... Right?

 

Natalie offered her the cup. Xara didn't know if she sipped it or not. Drinking off the same cup would be like kissing right? They would be sharing saliva in a sense. The thought made her blush.

She saw Natalie drink the cup and start to gag a bit from the taste. It couldn't have been that bad, could it? She took a sip and her eyes widened. It was okay. She lied. It was decent. She lied to herself again. She really liked the taste of it. The texture to. The way it burned when going down her throat. She wanted to have more.

Before Natalie had the chance to ask Xara how she liked it, Xara already had another glass of it. She wrote down that she really liked it... until her stomach decided otherwise. She coughed and could feel it coming back up. Her body did not wish to keep this foreign liquid within her. She grabbed her mouth with her hand and ran towards the bathroom, bumping into both Sera and Ethan. She opened the door and hurled it. She liked it, but she could not handle it at all.

She came back out ignoring the two she bumped into and went back to Natalie. She grabbed a glass of water to get the taste of vomit out of her mouth. It was disgusting coming back out. Luckily she didn't get any of the vile on her dress. She wrote down that she didn't think she should have any more. She felt like Doc from Back to the Future. She really couldn't handle it at all.

Seraphina. That was a pretty name. Different too. He couldn't let her or him fall for each other. Ethan made an oath to Sasha after all. But talking wouldn't hurt, right? Surely not

"I am Ethan Prince." She then spoke some strange language that sounded Italian. He didn't know it at all. "Annyeonghaseyo, to you madam. I don't know much of what you were saying. But from where I am from, which would be Korea, that is how we say good evening."

He noticed she came from Sarah. Maybe they should head back to her. "I noticed you were coming from that girl, Sarah, over there. Shall we head back over to her? It would be best if she knew you were all right."

 

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✌ CLOTHES≛ MOOD» NERVOUS/CONFUSED/SCARED ≛ TUNES≛ LOCATION » SOPHIE'S HOME≛OOC✌​

He stared down at her big blue eyes, unable to read any of the things they told him - until she finally began speaking.

"About last weekend... I didn't want things to change between us--well, I mean I do, but not if you don't want to..."

His expression was one of confusion. Did she not want to be friends anymore? She just said she didn't want things to change between them. Was she going to leave him like the kids who used to bully him in school when he was younger after finding out a certain thing about him even though the day before they were such good pals. It had been quite a couple days but no! Maria couldn't just leave. Why wouldn't they want to be friends any-

"I though maybe if I gave you some time--I don't know. I just really don't want to stop being friends, even if you don't like me back, but the thought of you don't not...it hurts."

His chestnut eyes grew wide as Maria's blue ones dropped away from his and back to the flower. She looked so upset. So that's what this was about. He frowned, feeling this guilty feeling inside him. So that's why she was so upset - he was right to be guilty the first time. It was his fault after all. He was the reason for her hurting.

He gazed to the side. It never even entered his mind that Maria liked him. Sure, he's tried thinking about if he'd like Maria in a romantic sense but he never thought about if it were the other way around. She liked him? What… what was he supposed to do now? Tell her he didn't like her back even though he knew it would hurt her? She just said even the thought of him not liking her would hurt! Plus he was still so lost with all these emotions inside of him! There was guilt, confusion, longing, fear and curiosity - not exactly the best combination. His eyebrows furrowed together as he began to nibble at his bottom lip.

"If you had stopped me from kissing you then I could handle it, but you didn't. You kissed back. Tucker I've been tearing myself apart trying to figure out what is going on inside that handsome head of yours."

Hearing her say "You kissed back" felt like his father had punched him in the chest. Along with knowing that she's been quote-unquote tearing herself apart to try and figure out what was going on. What was he going to say? He just wanted to kiss her again because it felt nice? Say sorry he didn't like relationships because of his father raped him for a third of his life?

He was taken back for a second with his thoughts but then he snapped his head towards her and said in a rather defensive tone, "I-I was just..! Y-you started it!" he said it recklessly and it was so so childish it disgusted him. He bit his tongue back and looked at Maria with a really guilty expression before he put his hands to his face and let out a grunt, obviously frustrated with himself.


Letting that out, he dropped his hands and crossed them over his chest. His voice was shaky but he managed to get most of it out, "I just… I'm sorry. I just never… never felt anything like that... from a kiss… I-I didn't know kisses could be um, feel…um, f-feel nice, you know? I didn't know- didn't know they- they, they could not... not be, um... I just don't know how to handle it. This is new! Maria... Maria, I don't know what to do."

 

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✿ OUTFIT| MUSIC | OOC |MOOD ↝ TIPSY✿​

✖ LOCATION ↝ SOPHIE'S HOME ✖​

Hmph. Looks like Richie found someone to entertain him for the night. They usually stuck together for the first half of their drunkeness - when Richie would be really flirty and she would be incredibly cuddly. However, it seems that Richie had gone far ahead already because when this would happen, Elisa would already be knocked out. Usually. But nope, not tonight.

She's had two glassfuls of what was that now? What? Well, whatever Richie was having - which was apparently more than enough for her. Her face was all flushed from the alcohol and she wasn't feeling as cold as she did. She pouted as she looked at Richie from the distance, feeling a little lonely even though she still had an arm locked around Zach's. She took another sip from her glass but only to find out it's empty. "Aw, rats! All out! Hmmm... I want more...." she looked up at Zach who she still leaned against. She pulled away from him and headed back inside, walking backwards as she waved him farewell in a rather silly manner as she said giggling "Going to get more! I suggest you leave Rich some privacy time! Unless you want to join him...!"

She almost tripped backwards on the step back inside and giggled to herself as she tucked a strand of her blue hair behind her ear. She snaked through the people, with her right arm raised, holding the glass above her head so to protect it. She wiggled her hips a bit as she walked, swaying to the song she sang in her head as she made her way to the kitchen. She hummed the tune as she bent over to look at the alcoholic drinks that lined up in the kitchen. "Hm-mmmm-mmmm-mm" she said placing a finger to her lip as she hummed the song in her head, still deciding of which one to get. There was one labeled as a whisky. Her mom liked whisky!! Maybe she'd like it too!

She grabbed the bottle around the neck and poured its contents into the glass, filling it to the brim. Wooooooow. That was a lot of liquid. Maybe she shouldn't have put so much... she glanced at the mouth of the bottle then back at her glass. It would probably be much harder to put the liquid back. She shrugged and bent over once more, sipping it from the brim, but cringing when she did.

"Wow, that's strong!" she gasped, but then went back to taking little sips. It did taste quite nice, very rich. As she drank enough to not make its contents spill if she carried it, she grabbed the glass and made her way out of the kitchen. She wanted to sit. No well, she wanted to lie down and cuddle up with someone or just hug someone right now. Maybe she should go back to Zach? Did he follow her in?? Or did he stay with Richie?? Hmmm... maybe she'd look for him. That was a good idea!

She walked out of the room she just entered, her boots kind of dragging along - until she bumped into a tall guy, causing her to stumble a bit and spill a bit of her drink to the floor. "Aw, rats." she muttered as she looked down at the little liquid she had spilled. "I'm so sorry... oh!" she gasped when she looked up at who she bumped into. It was Bryan! Next to him was Erik. They were here? Adults like them joined in on this? Well, that was nice! She gave them both a smile. "Hi! S-sorry for bumping into you... wasn't really looking." her voice was kind of slurred, but not really, though she was hyper enough to not be scared to talk to Bryan. She giggled slightly, taking a sip from the whisky and then cringing again before she looked back up at the two "Are you guys alright?"

 

ஐ ...Days go on forever, but I have not left your side...ஐ​

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And then there was one.

Zoey finished up the grape soda, sighing out before she crushed it in her hand. This was a pretty lame party to her. She hardly knew anyone, didn't know how to really talk to anyone, and it just seemed like everyone was too drunk anyways to socialize or they were getting there.

What a waste of her time. Maybe she should just leave. Was it worth it to really spend the night? No, not really. She aimed for a little trashcan that was not too far away from her and shot the crushed can to it. "Woosh~" It made it in with a swish. Then she took out her phone, checking the time. Man, it was barely late and she was already thinking of leaving right as she got here. Well, no one would notice that would they. Nope. Beer and everything would erase their minds soon enough.

With that, she scrolled through her contacts list and found her dad, phoning him. To her surprise, she got the answer machine. She frowned, tapping her fingers on her legs while waiting for the tone to beep.

"Hey Dad, it's Zoey. This After Play Party is pretty lame. I want to come home. Call me back as soon as you can. Okay? Bye."

She hung up, sticking the phone back in her pocket. She was tempted to go explore, but then the loud laughter and people being weird kind of threw her off. She just stayed on the couch, pulling her legs up to her chest as she waited as patiently as she could for her dad to pick up the phone. Hopefully he wasn't called into work again. He did work as an ambulance driver, and sometimes he had those bizarre days where his day off ended up being days he would work. It got pretty lonely at the house after a while.

"You're so lame," she muttered under her breath to herself, turning her head and rested it on her knees. She looked towards the pool area, hearing laughter and splashes coming from within. She would go and join them, she even brought her special water wear eye-patch to cover up her bizarre eye... Buuuut... Then again, everyone was getting drunk, and she didn't want to run into any problems. Would it hurt to swim though? Mm, no.

"H-Hey there. I was, um, just wondering if I could, uh, just talk along with you."

Zoey looked up to see a guy standing there in front of her. Was it Danny? Devin? D... She gave up. He seemed like he was talking to more than one person though, and realized he probably thought the other chick was sitting next to her. "Uh,Natalie went in the kitchen, that way." Zoey pointed to where the chick and the other one named Xara disappeared to before looking up at the guy again. "She went to go get a drink with her friend."

She let her legs flop back down, touching the floor with her toes again. She could see that this... Guy -who's-name-started-with-a-D was drinking a soda and eating a lollipop too. So maybe she wasn't the only one who wasn't going to get drunk tonight. Hooray.

"Sup, name's Zoey. And you are...?" she trailed off, giving the guy a chance to speak. She was so tempted to get up and go strip off her clothes to swim. Her swimming suit was underneath everything after all. And no, it wasn't an invisible swimsuit. But she should be grateful that someone was actually giving her the time of day. "Not into the alcohol stuff?" she asked, nodding to the soda and lollipop in his hand.

ஐ...We can chase the dark together; if you go, then so will I...ஐ​

 

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Tucker didn't say anything at first., but then he snapped his head towards her and said in a rather defensive tone, "I-I was just..! Y-you started it!" He lifted his hands to his face and grunted immediately after.

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Maria lifted her head and stared up at him with a dumbfounded expression. She knew she started it and it was one thing for her to say that to herself, but another for Tucker. It felt like he slapped her across the face. It stung more than anything. So now he was blaming her for kissing him, for liking him? What did that even mean? It left her head feeling even worse.

Tucker dropped his hands and crossed them over his chest. His voice was shaky but he managed to get most of it out, "I just… I'm sorry. I just never… never felt anything like that... from a kiss… I-I didn't know kisses could be um, feel…um, f-feel nice, you know? I didn't know- didn't know they- they, they could not... not be, um... I just don't know how to handle it. This is new! Maria... Maria, I don't know what to do."

She was confused. It was plain to see. He never knew a kiss could feel nice? He was twenty-three. There was no way he had gone that long without ever kissing someone. Did that mean he had never--it wasn't important. This felt wrong. She should leave--take the car and go. Then what?​

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Her white teeth sank into the red lips and she looked up at him through her thickly lacquered lashes. There was something she could do. If he didn't understand that it felt good, because honestly Tucker was a rather terrible actor so he had to be telling the truth, then there was something she could show him. The question was, how would he respond? "Tucker... " she swallowed, "Please, come here." She motioned to the spot beside her on the bed, but shifted her blue-eyed gaze across the room, not facing him. "I have an idea, but it doesn't matter if you don't approve." She wanted to look at him. Maria wanted to turn around and run into his warm arms while he held her. That was asking too much.​

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"We could practice together, b-but, only if you want." Her cheeks burned and was thankful for looking the other way. "You said you don't understand. I could--" she slowly turned her head back to him, "--I could teach you. I could show you that it's not scary... I don't understand why you would have that mentality Tucker, but these things-- this feeling-- it's meant to be good, not painful or scary." Maria tugged on the petals of the flowers, careful not to pull them out. Maybe if he understood that things weren't so scary, then he would be more willing to open up and let her in. ( It was a long shot, but her best option. ) " Only if you're willing to try. It's not like I'd force you. You're free to leave if you want..."​