Realistic or Modern Summer Nights

[Cychotic]

---Stats
Mood: intrigued
Location: living room
Currently: bringing drinks

--Mentions
GiantSugarCake
Yarrow
Maxilgal

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Grant Laurel​

Grant stiffened, turning to the side and making eye contact with Rufus. Drinks? He gave him a small nod and swallowed, wondering what he wanted other than drinks. He gave not a single glance to Julian as he brought over a bottle of rum and some shots.

With a glance, he noticed Max, who seemed to be a little out of it. Amazing how one drunk person could lead to another. Grant placed down the shots and popped open the bottle, pouring the contents into the little glass cylinders. He wasn't necessarily in the mood for getting crazily drunk, she he sipped at his shot, raising an eyebrow at Rufus and Max.

"Max, right? Haven't seen you around yet," he chirped, toying with the rim of his shot. Grant leaned back into the couch, his legs crossed leisurely. Perhaps Julian would come up with some kind of game that would keep him entertained and away from the temptation of drinking heavily. He left a majority of the rum untouched in his shot - he would rather keep his senses about himself.

"How have you guys been?" he asked, lazily roaming around the room with his eyes.

 

[JustAlexandra]

Charisse Wellard ​

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Mood || Excited
Location || Kitchen
Currently ||Making drinks and getting crunk
Mentioned || Maia, Grant, Max, Rufus
Interactions || eunoia ​

Charrise frowned. No one was putting on any music. How was this going to be a party if there was no music. She hastily took another shot, walking over to the stereo and hooking up her ipod to it. Turning on her music, she shook her hips back over to the kitchen, where she took a big sip of her drink. Maia was back then. Her hair was wet but she looked adorable in Julians sweater. "Aww you look too cute to be a party animal," Charisse said, pinching Maia's arm lightly.

After, like, four shots and a long island and a half, Charisse was definitely starting to feel the alcohol kick in. "OK - I'm ordering the freaking pizza!" she said, pulling out her phone and pulling up the pizza hut website. "Okay sooo," she mumbled to herself," Two cheese, Two pepperonis, meat lovers, hawaiian, and one with....tuna..." she said to herself. Why in the hell anyone would eat a pizza with tuna and onions was beyond her. Their breath was going to smell like death in the ocean. She made a mental note to keep away from Rufus for the rest of the night, if she could. It probably wouldn't matter once she was wasted anyways. She added some mozzarella sticks and a few 2 liters of various sodas, and submitted it. "Alright, ya'll better love me cause that shit was expensive," she announced to the room, her words beginning to slur a bit.

Charisse surveyed the room - it seemed everyone was there, now. Grant, Rufus and Max were sitting together in the living room. Something was weird about Grant and Rufus. They thought they were sneaky, but Charisse could see the lingering stares and the way they treated each other. Something suspicious was going on between those two, and Charisse wanted to know what.

But for now, she was content with letting it be. Charisse was beginning to get a little into her wild phase of drinking. Pouring four more shots, she slid two over to Maia. "Okay, Maia, doubles!" she said, giggling and lifting her shots to clink against Maia's.



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[Rock And Roll Boy]

Rihanna felt like she'd been stabbed. She had offered to sing but no one had said anything, this one girl putting her iPod on. Now frustrated, she simply walked over and disconnected the iPod from the speaker, then shoving the speakers aside. She cleared her throat.
"They told him don't you ever come around here. Don't want to see your face, you better disappear". She smirked, knowing that at least one person knew this song.

"The fire's in their eyes and their words are really clear. So beat it, just beat it. You better run, you better do what you can. Don't want to see no blood, don't be a macho man. You want to be tough, better do what you can". Her voice was beautiful, yet gritty and somewhat hardened.

"So beat it, but you want to be bad. Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it. No one wants to be defeated". She did a cool pose.

"Showin' how funky and strong is your fight. It doesn't matter who's wrong or right, just beat it, beat it. Just beat it, beat it. Just beat it, beat it. Just beat it, beat it".

JustAlexandra GiantSugarCake Cychotic

 

[GiantSugarCake]

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S T A T U S
Mood: Neutral
Location: In the living room
Currently: Talking with Grant, Max, and Rufus

JULIAN​

Perhaps it was the fact that Julian missed his sister that he was being so kind to Rihanna even though as a princely character he wouldn't be so taken to the idea of letting a stranger in her nightgown cry on him while cuddling a stuffed animal. The situation was awfully strange that was for sure, lightly petting the top of her head Julian gasped when he saw Grant taking handfuls of his precious sour treats,

" This war is not over my dear friend, beware the power of a prince"

Smirking his lips at Grant he looked a bit in concern at Rihanna making sure she was alright before nodding to her question as she held him tighter. It's a bit hard to tug a teenage girl across the room, especially when she's clinging to you like it's the end of the world or something, his mouth formed a small smile for her has he continued to carefully pet her and shush her like a baby. ' Well,' he thought, ' she is kinda like a baby, at least right now'

Julians eyes rolled over to his girlfriend who stared daggers at Grant so thank goodness for humans not being able to actually shoot lasers from their eyes. Eating another persons ice cream is illegal after all, at least when Maia is drunk, he watched as she slowly stalked him till he boasted about the tub, Julian said a silent prayer in his head for his fallen friend before laughing at the situation as a whole. Where was a video camera when you needed one these days? Maia seemed pretty upset though by the way that she flicked him off and went to get a drink Julian grimaced in his mind, if there was a way he could physically stop her from drinking herself into sloppy mess he hoped it would present itself soon but at least she would be where he could see her now.

" Not cleaning up that mess either, also put in an order for an extra large meat lovers extra pepperoni, I will gladly assist with the cash"

Raising an eyebrow at the he would call, highly clingy girl he nodded at the mention of her being a vegetarian, or a vegan, she hadn't been completely clear but it all made sense because of how skinny she was. As Maia took her shot it obviously didn't mix with her well and he watched while softly biting his lip while she stumbled to the stairs. Moving over Julian really wanted to go help her but he was kinda stuck, the loud call for him and Grant made by Rufus was both a blessing and a curse, 'mostly a curse' Julian decided before gently removing himself from Rihanna's arms he took a glass filled with liquor himself and walked to the group, standing

" We'll play in the living room while waiting for the pizza," he said smiling at Max before nodding at Rufus, " what's up Rufus?"

He glanced up to look as Maia came back downstairs, and smiled at her, if she could have seen then he would have winked as well but of course he was covered in that sense, he looked away when she started taking the shots returning to the group while listening to Rihanna do her own rendition of Micheal Jackson's Beat It. For someone who acted so shy and babish it surprised him that she just yanked out the ipod like that, it was a bit bratty to say the least.

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M E N T I O N S
- Maxilgal
- Cychotic
- Yarrow

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[Yarrow]

A smile appeared when Rufus saw the face of Grant. The guy was afraid of him in public, but loved him in the bedroom. It was so fun to see. Rufus gladly took one of the shots Grant had prepared on the table. He really wouldn't get drunk, but he would do some shots. The guy sat relaxed back when some one started the music.

Julian joined them in the living room. First Rufus grinned evilly at Julian, but it changed to a smile "How the sudden do you not like your butt being touched?" Rufus asked like some sweet innocent child would. But then... Something terrible happened. Someone shot down the music. The gay stood angrily up and looked at the person who was so evil to do this. Someone started singing a really bad version of 'Beat it' by the legendary Micheal Jackson.
People would say that Rufus was drunk the way he reacted, but he only had one shot.. it was just his personality.

"What the hell do you think you are?" He looked furious at Rihanna "Walking around like a baby with a teddybear, hugging people and shutting off some good music" His voice wasn't raised at all, but you could hear he was a good speaker, his voice had some sort of tone that made people believe what he said "And then you go sing your cover of Beat It? You think you can beat the King? Please... Put the real music on again"
He sat back on the couch and looked a Grant and Julian "Thanks for the shots Grant, I've been doing fine.. and just waiting on the pizzas Julian"
From his pocket he took one smint and put it in his mouth to mask the alcohol smell


GiantSugarCake
Cychotic
R Rock And Roll Boy
Maxilgal
(Got no bbcode.. to tired for that)

 

[Cychotic]

---Stats
Mood: pissed
Location: living room
Currently: comforting rihanna

--Mentions
GiantSugarCake
Yarrow
Maxilgal
R Rock And Roll Boy

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Grant Laurel​

"Julian!" Grant called, waving his hand. As soon as his greeting left his mouth, it was drowned by a sudden pull of stereo and... was that singing? He groaned, gesturing towards Julian anxiously as his body sagged against the cushion. Grant had nothing against Rihanna, but her singing was something else. He furrowed his brow as Rufus went off on a tangent, scolding Rihanna with harshness that was certainly uncalled for.

"Dude, that's not okay," he snapped, standing up abruptly. "I get that the bear is weird, but hugs are normal and she just wants to sing." Grant bristled, slamming the shot on the table. He made his way towards the girl, in case she was prone to breaking into tears. From her behavior earlier, it seemed she wouldn't take this well. "Rufus, piss off," he spat, placing a reassuring hand on the girl.

Sure, Grant liked the relationship the two had, but this was a side he hadn't seen from Rufus. He would reevaluate later.

"You okay, Rhi Rhi?" he asked. "Don't mind Rufus, he's a prick."

 

[minajesty]

Arabella Nunez

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Arabella was sitting on her bed upstairs. She had been busy eating her popcorn and watching 'Killing Mommy'. Damn these twins are crazy, she thought to herself and reached into the plastic container that held her popcorn. But when her fingertips hit nothing but the plastic and some crumbs, she looked down and sighed. Ugh, I don't wanna go down their and get a refill. Too much noise. And plus im one step closer to finding out who kidnapped Deb! But of course, no movie could go on without her favorite buttery snack. With a sigh, she put it on pause and headed downstairs to get more popcorn.

When she looked downstairs, she immediately regretted her choice to come down. People were hectic. On the couch Rufus seemed to be yelling something about a teddy bear, Julian was wanting a meat lovers pizza (which didn't sound like a bad idea), and Grant seemed to be soothing a teenage girl holding a stuffed animal. What the hell did I just walk into, she thought as she quickly made her way to the kitchen. Grabbing a packet from the cabinet, she immediately put the popcorn packet into the microwave and waited for it to be done. .

tagged: none | location: kitchen| mood: Calm​

 

[Rock And Roll Boy]

Rihanna's lips quivered, her body starting to shake. She hugged Grant tightly, starting to cry again, completely silent. If you got a look at her face, it'd look like she'd been having an intense crying fit, yet she made no sound, but was shedding tears like wildfire. She thought she sang like an angel. So dazzlingly. Obviously not.

The only sounded that came from her was heavy breathing after a minute or two, getting Snuggles out from her dressing gown. She broke out of Grant's grip, running to Rufus and slapping him round the head using Snuggles. She ended up tossing Snuggles across the room, biting her lips so hard, running back to Grant and enveloping him in a hug so tight that it was hurting herself as well as him.

Cychotic Yarrow GiantSugarCake

 

[Heim]

Mentions: Volfy
Location: Kitchen
Mood: tipsy

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L U C I

When Luci returned an was greeted by the exaggerated lustful expressing on her attractive middle school crush’s face she felt a laugh light up her expression. She even briefly thought Maybe she’d matured a little bit since… and was happy about that. She proposed to herself that she would still stay on her guard but that she should probably relax a little bit otherwise it might be HER making things difficult. It was just as she was smiling and thinking these positive thoughts Piper decided to bring them forward not centre stage. She proposed they made it easy, stopped with the small talk and forgot about their history for this holiday. She very indelicately called it ‘stuff’, rather than making any sort of apology but she decided not to let that bother her.

“Okay Piper maybe you’re right, I’m a big girl, I can deal with it.” She said giving her a reassuring smile and taking the shot offered to her “Cheers” she said downing it like a champ and giving her a grin “So, know any good drinking games? It think things are gonna get wild here!” She said excited looking around the room as she drunkenly stumbled over to the kitchen counter to pour another shot. She felt so much better after that, she had to hand it to Piper. Maybe she could let her guard down for a little while… who knew what could happen.

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[Lindah]

Devin Parr
Attempting To Walk Out Of Kitchen, Quietly

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Everyone was having good times, for sure. Some were drinking, some were chatting, some where at the living room... and Charisse was only going to make more and more, and more alcoholic beverages. Whereas Devin simply stood there at the counter, simply still, simply watching everyone did as they pleased. He knew, he was an awkward guest in this setting, and for sure, soon enough, a certain someone would -pull- him to obtain more drinks...

Or rather, his first drink, for as revealed in the previous posts... He poured about half of the cup into the sink, the remainder now still on the counter. Every single person here was a stranger, and for sure he did not want to be involved with them and their hedonistic acts!! He would much rather go find wherever his room was, where his items were placed at upstairs, and just bury himself in said room every single night, reading books... or attempting to gain internet access like, God.

Yes, he still had yet to find out that, he was going to have the worst roommate possible!

Devin might as well head there, no? But what if someone stopped him, spotted him on his journey? He, he had to be careful not to bring attention to himself for sure. He soon decided that it was for the better, because right now... was just a terrible, terrible scene unfolding in front of him. He couldn't take all of it anymore, for sure.

And so, he began walking slowly, cautiously, avoiding eye contact of people of course, attempting to reach the staircase at the other side of the room, or out of this kitchen room, to get upstairs, to find his room and his stuff......

Hopefully, no one stops him. He just wants some peace and quiet, now...

@ No One

 

[spookie]

♡ a n g e l ♡

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Angel sighed, shaking his head.

"I'm good, thanks," he said, sounding a touch more sarcastic than one might expect from the usually timid emo. If there was one thing that got on Angel's nerves, it was having his supply of sugar cut short.

Sighing, he noticed the beginnings of drama in the kitchen and figured he should make a quick getaway before he was trapped in the middle of a bunch of drunken strangers who might expect him to actually pick sides.

He glanced around at all the people nervously, before slowly slipping away from the group and past the stragglers occupying the fringes. He figured the living room was as good a bet as any, and set his sights on one of the more secluded corners. Cliche, but logical.

Angel's lower lip quivered a bit, and he pawed at his phone, half tempted to text his mom and tell her to bail him out somehow... but that's pathetic, he thought, feeling like a baby for even considering it.

Instead, he popped on his headphones and turned up the familiar songs of MCR until they blocked out what sounded like some sort of major commotion behind him. The white-haired boy was half tempted to turn and look, but he figured it would only draw more attention to his sulky retreat.

Leaning against the wall, he closed his eyes and tuned it all out, until he could've been back at home, aimlessly passing the time so he could hop a bus to his favorite record store. Oh, how he wished that was the case. Instead, he was stuck in drama central. Yay.

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♡mood: apathetic |
♡currently: sulking in a corner like a real emo |
♡location: corner of the living room |
♡with: n/a |
♡mentions: Cychotic |

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[JustAlexandra]

Charisse Wellard ​

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Mood || Excited & Happy & Drunk
Location || Kitchen & Living room
Currently ||Making drinks and getting crunk/ Talking to everyone
Mentioned || Maia, Grant, Max, Rufus, Devin, Angel, Calvin, Julian
Interactions || eunoia Cychotic Yarrow @Maxigal GiantSugarCake Lindah Svadilfari ​

Charrise clinked her shots again Maia's, downing them quickly. She was really starting to get fucked up now. Not even Charisse could handle an onslaught of this many shots. Not to mention Long Islands were like big, fancy shots (especially the way that she made them. Hey, she liked them for a reason). Honestly, it was amazing she hadn't given herself alcohol poisoning already, but she had drunk more than this before and wasn't really afraid of drinking more tonight, which was maybe dangerous, but she really did not give a shit. She had barely noticed whatever had gone on in the living room. I mean, she had noticed that her music had stopped, but she didn't really have a reaction more than. "Hey, who did that?" But then Rihanna started singing and she decided that she did not want to step into that situation. But, apparently, Rufus did, because whatever he said made Rihanna slap him. "YEAH RIHANNA, STICK IT TO THE MAN!" Charisse screamed, throwing her fist into the air (that had a shot glass in it with a tiny bit of alcohol that flung backward, might I add) which made her stumble a bit, but she giggled anyways. Wow, she was really feeling something. Those last two shots were starting to catch up with already fairly - drunk Charisse. On top of all that, she had not eaten a thing that day. Cigarettes did that to you, but also the excitement of going to the beach.

Charisse stood there for a moment, doing nothing in particular. She was kind of bored, actually. I mean she was about to be up to no good, but mostly because she bored. You see, Charisse is not the kind of girl that gets drunk and then passes out immediately. She's the kind of girl that gets drunk and then goes a little crazy. Well, like, bat shit crazy.

"Oh my god Maia," she said, walking around the counter to Maia. "You are so cute," she said, bringing Maia's head to Charisse's chest. "Let me just scrunch you up and eat youuuu," she said, giggling and stumbling again, but using Maia's head to keep herself stable. "You are so good for drinking with me. Here - here you deserve another one cause you're just so great," she said, grabbing a shot off the table and placing it into Maia's hand, closing her fingers around it. Then, Charisse put a finger up to her lips, pointing at Julian. She knew that Julian didn't like when Maia drank a lot, so she backed away from Maia, giving her a wink before turning around to Calvin.

"Heyyy Calvin," Charisse said, trying to put on her best sober - girl impression. "I just wanted you to know... you're like really hot," she giggled again. Charisse did a lot of giggling while she was drunk if you couldn't tell. "I mean, like, you probably know. I mean you probably have sex with, like, everyone, but I'm just saying if you ever want to get into these panties all you gotta do it ask," she said, touching his arm. In her head, she was being very honest and subtly sexy. Clearly, that was not the way it was coming out. "But like, I really like you. Like, like you more than just for sex. Not that we've had sex, but you know," she grinned, walking away without another word. It was a strange way to leave him but honestly, she didn't give a shit.

Walking into the divider between the kitchen and the living room, Charisse spotted Angel in the corner, headphone on. She frowned. That was not the way you partied. She approached him, pulling one of his headphones away from his head. "Hey, you," she said, making an upset face. "You're not partying!" she whined a little. "Here, I'll make you a drink," she said, bringing him back into the kitchen and quickly pouring him a long island. It was easy since the stuff to make it was already out on the counter. All she had to do was get a glass for him. "Here ya go," she said, handing it to him. "Don't drink it too fast, ok?" she poked him in the chest, and then pulled him into a random quick hug. There was no reason for it, really, she just really felt like she should give him a hug at that very moment.

Looking up from Angel's shoulder, Charisse spotted Devin trying to make an escape upstairs. Or, at least, that was what it looked like he was doing. "YOU!" she yelled, pointing a finger out at Devin. "YOU CANNOT GET AWAY," she said, sort of body-sliding off of Angel and almost falling to the floor in an effort to get to Devin. (Now I feel compelled to add, Charisse looks like a mess throughout all this, but she feels great and is in a very fantastic mood) She reaches him, grabbing his shirt and pulling him back. Then, putting her hands on his shoulders she directs him back to the kitchen. "You are going to take a shot, Devin Parr," she said, grabbing the last pre-made shot off the table. She put it against his lips, and with her other hand put his hand on it. "If you don't take it, Maia will see you," she said, making eye contact with Maia. "And she'll tell me, and then you'll be in big trouble mister," she said, trying to sound serious and poking Devin in the chest, maybe a little hard. "You and Angel should talk. You both don't drink much..." she paused. "Or at all, really." She then turned away, walking into the living room area that was only a few steps away from the kitchen.

She walked up to the couch that was surrounded by Rufus, Julian and Max. She laid against the back of the couch, flipping over it backward so that her head was on the bottom cushion. "Hi guys," she said, giggling. "How are y'all todayyyy?" she asked. "Julian, you know, you're pretty hot, but like, you're Maia's boyfriend so we can never be together. Like, ever," she said, trying to sound very serious again as if this was something that Julian had never known before. Then, turning to Rufus. "Rufus, you're hot too, but we all know you're gay. Also, Apparently you're a dick cause Rihanna slapped you, and she's a good girl so you know you've done something wrong when she slaps you," then, she turned her head over to Max. "Max, I don't know anything about you buutttt we're roomies so maybe we can snuggle," she said, giving Max a thumbs up before flipping all the way over the couch, onto the floor. Then she got up off the floor, flipping her head back over her head and looking around the room, where she spotted Grant.

"GRAAAANT!" She yelled hobbling her way over to Grant, who was being hugged by Rihanna. "Grant," she said, approaching him from behind. She put her arms around him, hugging him from the opposite direction of Rihanna. "Why do you hate me. I'm sooo cool. We have to be frieeeeendddsss," she said, whining into his back. "And, and, and I need you to go upstairs and get my weed. And, and, and I need you to get the pizza when the pizza man comes to the door cause I am sooooo hungry," she said, pushing her face into his back. "Cause, like, you're pretty cute so I think we could be best friends so," she leaned around him, putting her face near Rihannas. "Rihanna, you have to let go of Grant so he can get my weed," she said, frowning at her. "He's the only one I can trust," she whispered. "Cause he doesn't like me," she added, as if that somehow made perfect sense.



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[Cychotic]

---Stats
Mood: idfc he's drunk
Location: living room
Currently: drunk

--Mentions
JustAlexandra
R Rock And Roll Boy

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character cs --- {new theme; implemented 04.11.2017}

Grant Laurel​

Grant's eyes widened a fraction; Rihanna had promptly gone to give Rufus a piece of her mind. He almost let out a bellow as she stopped back. He half expected her to retrieve her demon of the bear and stomp up to her room, but to his surprise, she latched onto him, tears staining his shirt. Dammit. He would have to wash it. The man stilled unsure of what to do, frantically searching the room for an escape. Alas, one did come.

Unfortunately, it came in the form of Charisse. He opened his mouth to protest her drunken, sloppy state. He had seen her march up to the others with the grace of a pig, blurt out nonsense and proceed to the next, all while holding a very full shot in her hand.

She turned, coming from behind him and wrapped her arms around his body. Holy shit, she's feeling my abs. This is not okay. He pursed his lips; there were now two very emotional, very crazy people clinging onto him.

Why do you hate me. I'm sooo cool. We have to be frieeeeendddsss," she said, whining into his back. "And, and, and I need you to go upstairs and get my weed. And, and, and I need you to get the pizza when the pizza man comes to the door cause I am sooooo hungry

Grant stifled a cough and sighed, grabbing the shot that was pressed precariously to his shirt. He downed it, closing his eyes as the alcoholic drink ran down his throat. He had a pretty good tolerance to alcohol, but Charisse made the drink. With a quirked brow, he peeled Rihanna off of his body, patting her head. "I'll get the pizza and your... weed." He couldn't manage to pry the girl off him so he decided to walk with her sticking onto his body like a leech.

"Where is it?" He exhaled, the alcohol already consuming him. Grant regretted taking the shots from before. Mixed with the Long Island, he was already halfway to being tipsy.

"Cause, like, you're pretty cute so I think we could be best friends so," she leaned around him, putting her face near Rihannas. "Rihanna, you have to let go of Grant so he can get my weed," she said, frowning at her. "He's the only one I can trust," she whispered. "Cause he doesn't like me," she added, as if that somehow made perfect sense.

He chuckled and placed his hands around Charisse's arms, making sure she didn't fall off of him as he walked. Shit, he really was losing it. He actually, willingly, touched her. "I know I'm cute," Grant slurred, his voice husky. "And I know you're hot, but.." He paused, taking a couple steps towards the stairs.

He had planned to tell her exactly why he hated her, but his drunken mind wasn't necessarily giving him that ability. "Why do I hate you? You're hurting my brain," he groaned. "And where's your weed or your money. How am I supposed to pay for your pizza?" Grant bit his lip, swiping his tongue over it. "You're confusing meeee."

 

[JustAlexandra]

Charisse Wellard ​

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Mood || Excited & Happy & Drunk
Location || By the stairs
Currently || Drunk Adventuring
Mentioned || Grant
Interactions || Cychotic ​

Charisse pouted as Grant took her drink. "Hey. Hey that was mine ," she said, but quickly forgot about the drink entirely. She had probably had enough to drink, but the reminder of a whole counter full of booze right in the kitchen was enough to make her not really give a shit about the drink Grant had taken. She would just get another later, probably when they were eating pizza.

She let Grant slide her across the floor. She only lost her balance a few times, which almost took the both of them down to the ground, but luckily did not - or else catastrophe may have struck them both. "Ummm," she said, thinking really hard about his question. "It's upstairs," she said, looking up the stairs. "But if you leave me I might die ," she said, clearly over exaggerating. "The weed is in my bag, along with my baby bong and, and my money is in my purse but that's up there too," she slurred, lolling her head back, which pulled the rest of her body back as well. "Graaaant I need it now ," she whined to him. "And you don't hate me, cause I'm too cool," she added at the end.

She frowned, standing there. "Ok ok, let's go," she said, her face determinedly looking up the stairs, but she didn't move away from him. Or move at all, actually. "We are one body," she whispered in his ear.



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[Cychotic]

---Stats
Mood: idfc he's drunk
Location: Charisse's room
Currently: drunk

--Mentions
JustAlexandra

coding by cychotic

character cs --- {new theme; implemented 04.11.2017}

Grant Laurel​

Her room...he didn't remember the exact location of it, but he wasn't thinking straight. And so he continued walking, dragging Charisse along with him. She almost lost balance a few times, to which Grant would mumble a curse and continue on, his brows furrowed.

Grant staggered a couple times as they walked; with Charisse hanging off of him and her legs dragging across the ground, they wouldn't be able to get to the room in time. "Sure, you're cool," he stated, his voice low with strain. He was about to reply with something snarky or rude, but the girl cut him off with some rather...odd words.

"We are one body," she whispered in his ear.

He flushed red and stopped abruptly. The images travelling through his mind were terrifying to say the very least. No, not her. Just anyone, but this overly drunken lark. I have pride. I have ego. She will not get to me. In frustration, he turned around, grabbing onto her waist and hoisting her upwards.

Grant flipped her body onto his chest until her legs were being held by his arms and her head was at his back, hanging somewhat close to his ass. But he did not want to think about the consequences of letting the girl ogle it. He would talk about his dick, yes, but his butt was another thing. His butt was actually nice, from years of playing baseball. An insult would crumble the walls of his ego.

He made his way upstairs, walking past Devin with little care, not waiting to see the guy's reaction to his unconventional way of holding her, nor his reaction to Grant's red face.

After all, a guy has pride. And hurting a man's pride meant terrible things.

And so Grant hauled her up the stairs before stopping at what seemed like her room; he didn't know. He shoved the door open before sighing in relief. It was her room, with her bags at the side. He dumped her on one of the beds before tripping over one of the bed's legs in attempt to reach her purse. With a groan, he struggled upwards, crawling towards the purse with renewed energy.

Grant reached it, tipping it over and blindly rummaged through its contents.

 

[spookie]

♡ a n g e l ♡

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Sighing in contentment, Angel tapped the side of his device and smiled slightly as the music grew louder. It was the perfect escape, and he could finally feel his frazzled heartbeat returning to normal. I'm okay, he thought calmly, I'm-

NOT okay. Not even a little bit okay. In fact, he was suddenly the exact opposite of okay.

Angel practically jumped out of his skin when he felt someone tug at his headphones, blue eyes wide with terror as they stared up at the figure of Charisse with an expression akin to that of a small, socially anxious and very sober deer in the headlights.

"Gah!" he said in shock, blinking wildly as his eyes adjusted to the light. "Can you not?" Angel pouted again, hair falling awkwardly over his delicate and decidedly sulky face.

He attempted to turn away and cling to the wall, but the crazed party animal practically dragged him away, drunkenly babbling about getting him something to drink. Oh. Crap. Ohcrapohcrapohcrap OH CRAP. He had to find a way out of this.

After a bit of careful consideration, the emo decided to take a leaf out of Devin's book and edit said leaf to fit his own needs. He'd either accidentally drop it, or pour it out in one of the bathrooms. That was easy enough, right? No need to panic yet.

She placed it in his hands, and he stared at the concoction as though it were some horrible alien that was about to kill him... painfully. Then again, that probably wasn't too far off. Alcohol was bad news, Angel knew this well enough from hanging around his far less responsible friends.

"Uh, I won't," he assured her. I won't drink it at all, that is.

He winced when she poked him and managed to hold back a groan, feeling decidedly awkward and uncomfortable being hugged by an intoxicated stranger.

Thankfully, Charisse eventually wandered off to torment someone else, and Angel was left staring at the potential disaster clutched tightly in his shaky hands.

He had to get rid of it... but how?

Noticing Charisse and Grant practically merging themselves before stumbling up the stairs rather pathetically, he saw his chance.

Angel glanced around sneakily before creeping towards the kitchen sink, trying his best to act cool and casual despite the oncoming flood of anxiety and sheer panic that seemed to burn inside his chest. He had to do this quickly, or it was all over except the crying.

Resting an arm on the counter, he cautiously began to tip the glass, watching with newfound relief as a small trickle of alcoholic liquid circled the drain and disappeared.

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♡mood: a little annoyed and hugely anxious |
♡currently: pouring out his drink |
♡location: kitchen |
♡with: (hopefully) no one |
♡mentions: JustAlexandra |

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[JustAlexandra]

Charisse Wellard ​

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Mood || Excited & Happy & Drunk
Location || In the kitchen
Currently || Being Drunk and doing stupid things
Mentioned || Grant, Angel
Interactions || Cychotic spookie ​

Charisse squealed as she was flung over Grants shoulder. She giggled for a moment as he began to take the two upstairs. Realizing she was face level with Grant's ass, she reached out a hand, squeezing it. "Squish...squish," she said to herself. "Grant, you gots a nice booty," she said, louder to him. "Almost as nice as my booty," she said, trying to give her butt a little jiggle while still in his arms, which, as you may have expected, did not yield very good results. The whole act sent her into a fit of giggles as Grant threw her down on the bed in her room. "Wow, Grant, very sexy," she said, before watching him fall and crawl over to her purse. "HAHAHAHA," she scream - laughed, watching him wiggle his way to her things.

"Get the..the...uh," she closed her eyes for a moment, trying to think. "THE BABY BONG!" she screamed out eventually, finally remembering. "It's important ," she whispered, rolling off the bed and onto Grant's back. She sat on him for a moment, pulling at his hair, when the doorbell rang. "THE PIZZA!" she yelled, jumping off of Grant's back and running down the stairs - which was a horrible idea. Just as she had made it a little more than halfway down the stairs she lost her footing, slipping and fall - rolling down the last of the steps. She laid at the bottom for a moment. "GRANT I FELL," she yelled up the stairs, before getting up and opening the door. "Hello, Pizza man ," she slurred. "The kitchen is that way," she said, pointing in the direction of the kitchen.

She followed behind the pizza guy leaning on the wall for support. "GRANT QUICKLY THE MAN NEEDS HIS MONEY!" she yelled again, finally reaching the kitchen and opening one of the boxes of pizza. It was a pepperoni pizza, which was fine with Charisse. She took out a slice and took a bite. "Mmmm... Pizza man, you are my savior," she said, moaning from the deliciousness. Absentmindedly she filled a few more of the shot glasses that were lying on the table from earlier, her pizza in her other hand. Before she had a chance to take a shot, though, she noticed Angel on the side, trying to pour out his long island. "NO!" she screamed, putting down her slice of pizza on the counter and running over to Angel. She grabbed the drink, putting it in an upwards position. "Angel - you can't just wait alcohol like that!" she slurred. "It's....it's like.... gold . You have to drink it," she said, lifting the cups to his lips and tipping it slightly so that the liquid touched his lips. "Please drink it," she began to tear up.




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[Cychotic]

---Stats
Mood: idfc he's drunk
Location: Charisse's room
Currently: drunk

--Mentions
JustAlexandra

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Grant Laurel​

Grant huffed, groaning as Charisse placed her weight on her. The girl was so drunk, she didn't realize that her butt was on his back. "Not that it doesn't feel good." His eyes widened in embarrassment as he realized that his words spilled out of his mouth. Shit.

He sighed with relief as he grabbed the weed, baby bong, and money from the purse. Charisse flew off of him, sprinting towards the stairs in an unfashionable gait. Grant howled with laughter as she fell, tumbling down. "Timber!" He shouted, joining her as he rolled down.

Damn that hurt. He made a note not to do it again. Maybe.

He landed in a kneeling position, his face towards the 'pizza man's' face. He thrust the bills at him before shooing him off, still on four legs. As the door slammed shut, Grant rose, finding his way to Charisse.

He placed his hands at the side of his mouth before screaming, "CHARISSE SAID I HAD A NICE BUTT." He dissolved into laughter as he found the girl, hugging her from behind. "You have a nice butt, too," he slurred, taking notice of Angel. "Why won't you drink?" He whined.

Grant buried his head in Charisse's neck and placed the weed and baby bong on the counter. "Don't cryy," he whispered into her ear. "Pretty girls can't cryyyy."

 

[Lindah]

Devin Parr
Pulled Back To Kitchen, Attempting To Pour

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The sudden shout from Charisse very much startled Devin, so much that he instantly froze right on the spot. The messy girl had grabbed his shirt from the back, and began pulling him back yes, as the wimp would be pulled back without much effort, and even stumbling a bit upon his feet! He did not resist - he all of a sudden was paralyzed by utter fear. He was redragged, repulled all the way back to the kitchen, very unfortunate!!

Devin could feel a metaphorical sweat drop roll down from his forehead when the Charisse held the shot bottle-cup against his lips, and made his hands hold said shot. That small contact had made a bit, perhaps a drop or so of the 'Long Island' drink seep into his mouth, his tongue..... and he -cringed- at the taste of it that was, visibly, moderate to perhaps -mostly- bitter. It was the taste of the tequila, but, obviously he knew not of this!! But he, he only nodded in agreement yes, a bit wide eyed, startled and shocked, frightened by the sudden behaviour of the Charisse that was... poking him right upon the chest. After giving her warning, she left over to the living room nearby.

This was a good time to -pour- the drink away into the sink, right?? Angel was by the sink of the kitchen however, and then Charisse came storming right back, preventing him from pouring it all away. Panicked, moderately, Devin looked all around upon the counter of the kitchen, through all the filled shots, attempted to find one that was empty, or lazily filled......

He spotted a half-filled one, and immediately he brought his shot upon there, attempting to pour of course, half of the content away. I-It was better after all, to drink half than a full shot..

JustAlexandra

 

[spookie]

♡ a n g e l ♡

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For one glorious and all-too-brief second, Angel thought he'd gotten away with it. He really, really did.

Too bad it couldn't last. He heard the pizza guy arrive over the confusion around him, and his heart absolutely sank. Desperate, he poured faster, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't enough. He wanted to cry.

Shaking, he nearly dropped the cursed glass from surprise as Charisse and Grant came tumbling down the stairs, and looking back, he really wished he had.

Charisse somehow managed to wrestle the thing from his trembling death grip despite her condition, and what happened next seemed to be forever set in horror movie slow motion.

She raised the cup, shoving it against Angel's quivering lips. The glass rim collided with his snakebites, making an unfortunate clink as the tiny emo struggled to escape.

"Mmmph!" he mumbled, keeping his mouth shut despite the foul concoction that was now dribbling down his face. He weakly turned from side to side, hoping to throw her off. Despite his age, Angel looked exactly like a belligerent child refusing cold medicine, pitiful glassy eyes and all.

He heard Grant yelling excitedly about how Charisse liked his butt, and then comment on someone else's butt, much to the white-haired kid's horror. Angel wasn't sure whose due to his panicked state, but he really didn't care. Who in their right mind would SAY something like that???

Grant had also asked him a question, but Angel wasn't about to open his mouth and answer. Instead, he continued to evade the unwanted drink, eyes sparkling behind his bangs with unshed tears.

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♡mood: petrified |
♡currently: dying probably |
♡location: kitchen |
♡with: charisse, grant |
♡mentions: JustAlexandra Cychotic |

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[Rock And Roll Boy]

Rihanna had taken refuge on the sofa, using her dressing gown as a duvet, covering it over her. She didn't know what was going on the outside world. She whimpered a tad, wanting someone to comfort her. Her body shook as she was close to being sick, now so hungry to the point that she was on the verge of throwing up. "Please... food..." She curled up and snivelled. "Grant, Prince Julian..."

 

[Yarrow]

Rufus​

Now Grant was also mad at him. Great. Rufus stood up again, looking him in the eyes like 'You can't tell what not okay is... you 're cheating on your girlfriend' He stared for a moment at Grant "Watch your words bud, I got a box full of secrets to open" Rufus sighed when Grant walked over to Rihanna and called her 'rhi rhi'
Then the teddybear girl stormed towards him, she was going to slap him with the teddybear.. for sure. However, due his little sister, Rufus got years of experience evading Teddy Bears and was able to evade most of the strikes at his head. When the bear flew out of her hand she returned to Grant and Charisse spoke up, Rufus shouted back at her "Sober up mate"

Rufus was totally done with it, most normal people were getting drunk and becoming not normal and the other people were just to weird to talk to for long. So when the pizza delivery guy came he grabbed his Tonno and Quatro formaggi and left the kitchen for the pool. He opened his phone and searched for some nice bars nearby

mood: Irritated
location: Pool
tags: Cychotic R Rock And Roll Boy JustAlexandra

 

[Maxilgal]

Max Orson ​

"She gave it up for her."​

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Status |Drinking|
Mood |Tired|
Location |Living Room|
Currently |Hanging out|
Mentioned | Yarrow JustAlexandra @rockandrollboy |
Interactions | Rufus, Yarrow Rihanna @rockandrollboy |​

Max merely minded her own damn business. She could tell that ‘Rhi Rhi’ had never been to sleepaway camp before. And, Rufus had a point. She was being a little ‘center-of-attention’ whore, but Max concluded she was just a kid who hadn’t grown up yet.

“Just relax, Rufus.” She looked down at her beer can. She had one last good swig left, and then she thought about going out to the beach. Charissa had other plans for her. “Careful, Charrie. I’m a mean lean lesbian machine. Not actually gay just pan but it rhymes.” She didn’t even flinch when Charissa slid off the couch. “Nice. You should join US gymnastics.” She stood and watched Rihanna run back to Grant. But her attention was quickly turned back to Rufus. He muttered something about cheating and girlfriend, and shoutingly ran off to the pool with his Pizza.

“It’s ok, Baby Girl. I'll get you some pizza.” Max sighed and took a slice, put it on a paper plate, and returned it to Rihanna. “But, I gotta say, if you wanna stay you better buck up. The world isn’t going to revolve around you all the time. If you wanna sing, sing, but don’t cut down other people’s music while you’re at it…” She paused for a second before turning and heading to the kitchen. “I get too damn philosophical when I drink.”

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[Rock And Roll Boy]

Rihanna wolfed down her slice of pizza within seconds, thanking whoever that it was margherita. "Thank you..." She sprung up and hugged Max just as tight as when she held Julian. "Thank you, thank you, thank you. I'll heed your advice. But, just, thank you"! She sat back down and rubbed her stomach, already looking better, before deciding to get back up and search for more pizza. She left her dressing gown on the sofa, just in her bra and panties now, her skin regaining colour. "Pizza... more pizza..."

Maxilgal Cychotic Yarrow

 

[eunoia]

Maia
Alexandra
Smith​

Maia stumbled a little as she walked over to Charisse, the alcohol in her system already working to make her unstable. She giggled as Charisse mentioned her attire. Maia was a giggly drunk, she found everything absolutely hilarious and became dumb as a rod. Charisse poured two more shots which Maia gratefully took and downed, confused when the music suddenly stopped. "What happened to the music?" She giggled, holding her next glass of alcohol in the air. "I wanted to dance!" She started drunkenly dancing, despite the music having stopped, and the liquid in her glass slopped over the edges and trailed down her arm. She watched curiously as a boy shouted at a girl who was singing. Wait, Maia knew the girl - what was her name again? Oh, Rihanna. Rihanna threw her toy across the room at the boy before running and hugging Grant. "Group hug!" Maia yelled, running over to Grant and wrapping her arms securely around the boy, taking in his smell before abruptly backing away, she looked at him, cocking her head. "Wait. No. Not Grant. Grant steals icecream." She pouted and stumbled away, pressing her glass to her lips.
"Julian." She shouted, to no one in particular. "Juuuuuliannn." When she didn't find him immediately she began to cry a little. "He left." She announced, once again to no one in particular. Maia wandered to the door, bumping into a house plant and having a lengthy conversation with it on the way before stumbling outside. She saw a boy that she vaguely recognised sitting by the pool on his phone. Maia approached him and sat down, far too close to him. "Hello." She giggled. "I don't know you but..." She looked at his pizza. "Your pizza looks gross. Can I have some?"

Location: kitchen
Mood: bored/drunk
Interactions: Charisse, Grant, Rufus

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