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Post by Kyle Masters on Jul 26, 2007 1:27:57 GMT -5
Kyle laughed, stopping infront of Luke and Alyssa. He was having some difficulty pulling the cap off, until he figured out it was a screw-top. Duhh, ofcourse it was. He finally got it off, taking a generous gulp of it, now realising that it was a Coors.
"Ha, yeah, I thin' I can see that." He stated loudly, offering a curt nod in Alyssa's direction before turning his sunglass-covered eyes towards Luke, "Sounds like I came just'n timee thenn." He drawled, taking a spot next to Beckham against the table, one ankle crossed over the other. It didn't last long as he began to tilt to the left so he resumed his position as before, two feet planted firmly on the ground.
He soon finished the whole beer, discarding it behind him on the counter and scanning the room, "Looks like the scene freaks have started takin' over the parties too." He stated, shaking his head disapprovingly.
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Post by Paxten Cameron on Jul 26, 2007 8:40:56 GMT -5
As devan had started dancing she figured what the hell this is gonna be a fun night no matter who i meet, so she started dancing just a little she hated when her skirt decided to slide up a bit. so, i love the house, she said trying to make conversation with devan knowing he would probably ignore that like he did her question so she fixed her skirt and top again stupid outfit why did em tell me to wear this she thought to herself.
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Post by Elizabeth Abney on Jul 26, 2007 11:04:03 GMT -5
Elizabeth had been talking to some chick from track, but she forgot her name. She was pretty pissed at Devan. She had never been rejected before. She flipped her hair back and starting to play with her shirt. She took a big gulp of her drink. Ahh it tasted like cinnamon. She looked to see who had entered the party. Luke Beckham and Kyle Masters. Kyle, Elizabeth's major crush, but she was to upset about the whole being rejected thing to make a move. She took an another huge gulp of her drink and saw that Devan was dancing with the new girl in her clique who was like 15 or something. Statutory rape anyone? Knowing Devan he probably sleep with her then get convicted of statutory rape if someone actually told the police? Ohh she was a bitch.
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Post by jbyoung on Jul 26, 2007 11:56:32 GMT -5
Luke's bemused stated turned to one of near-seriousness. "Oh, I knoww, mate! Gettin' bloody rediculous, it is. For our next rager, no scenes, eh?" he nodded, taking a good look around the room. So, essentially, the only plastics/jocks there were the three and Elizabeth. Or at least those were the only faces he recognised. Other than Mia, who didn't need to be a plastic to be his good mate, but she wasn't a scene either. She was looking right fit tonight, desirable as ever. But not here, not now, not with so many witnesses.
Turning his attention to one of the few other plastics, he gave Elizabeth the ol' once over. He'd been crushing on her for awhile now, but then again, he'd been crushing on Alyssa too. Luke never felt compelled to limit himself in the romantic department. That is, until he decided to settle down with a girlfriend. But that wasn't likely to happen soon, Luke Beckham didn't / do / girlfriend. Looking back to Kyle, he squinted, trying to focus his deep brown eyes on his best mate, "Where's Day got to?" he asked him curiously, seeing that the little Californian beauty wasn't plastered to Kyle's arm. She was his / other / best mate after all, so sue him for being curious.
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Post by Kyle Masters on Jul 26, 2007 23:26:33 GMT -5
Kyle laughed, nodding. Luke's way of talking, obviously UK slang, was quite hilarious in Kyle's intoxicated state. It meant easy entertainment, which was hard to come by sober, "Oh yeah, most definitely." He stated whole-heartedly. God, if these side-fringed weirdos turned up to anymore of their parties, he'd definitely take it upon himself to do something about it. It was starting to get out of control.
Taking Luke's lead, he also glanced around the room, noticing that the turn out of Plastics and Jocks wasn't all that good. He spotted Elizabeth, looking slightly down on herself. Oh well, who really have a rats arse anyway. He was there to have a good time, not listen to some whiny girl go on about her feelings and how much guys suck. He'd been in that situation before and it wasn't pretty.
Turning back to Luke as he spoke to him, he shrugged, "Yeah, I dunno aye." He stated, leaving it quite vague. Sure, he hadn't told her that he was going to be there, but surely she would've known about the party. And if she wanted to come, she would've turned up, right?
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Post by jessicaa on Jul 26, 2007 23:53:45 GMT -5
Whitley had arrived, late, at the party. Mainly because, well, it just isn't a party if Miss Cooper wasn't there. And.. being the caring, Plastic she was, she didn't want to disappoint anybody. Entering the house, the seventeen year-old took a look around shrugged, it was considerably a nice place, a little more color and it would totally brighten up the rooms, but other than the dullness factor, it was filled with amazing people and alcohol, and that was a-okay with her.
On this night, Whitley's outfit consisted of a black HCO zip-up hoodie that didn't really do much of a job covering, it ended about mid tummy and its sleeves reached 3/4's a way down her slender arms. Under the jacket, a white bikini top rested, she was known to get wasted at a party and if she went swimming, she'd be too lazy to strip all her clothes off, so it was usually better to wear less. On the Plastic's tanned hips, she wore a pair of dark-washed, Rock and Republics jeans, the ends of costly material ended above a pair of black Gucci flats. At the moment, Cooper stood at 5foot7 and she wasn't intending on being any taller than most of the jocks that would attending the party also, so in this case, heels just weren't needed.
To top off her ohso "laid-back-but-still-hott" look, Whitley had rimmed her now baby blue eyes in black eyeliner and brushed some waterproof mascara over her lashes. No need to put anything else on, if she really did go swimming, it would all come off anyways. Grabbing a bottle of Corona from the counter, Coop struggled with the cap for a couple seconds before placing the bottle under her jacket and twisting the top off. Okay. We're good. Taking a sip of the beer, Whitley glanced around the room she was currently in.. some fellow Plastics, a few Scenies, and then.. ohyay Jocks. Seeing how Becks and Kyle were having somekind of drunken conversation, Whitley just hung around by the counter not wanting to interrupt them. Boys were mean when they got mad. Duh.
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Post by Mia Bianchi on Jul 27, 2007 0:14:16 GMT -5
So Jack wasn't in the 'chatty' mood Mia had hoped for, she could certainly live with that. And so the Italian raised to her feet for about the hundredth time that night, weaving her way through the mass of gyrating teens on the dance floor to the kitchen area again. This seemed to be where the real party was, anyways. Not only was her boy toy Beckham there, but her other boy toy Masters, too. And they were both much more pissed than she which meant she had a good chance of getting some action at some point, though she hadn't yet decided who was worth it at this paticular time. Oh well, details later. The aspiring model tugged at the hem of her Se7en denim mini, which had raised considerably while she'd been sitting down. Tedious little strip of fabric... She'd somehow managed to lose track of her beer and frustratedly side-stepped a plastic by the name of Whitley on her way to the icebox to fetch another cooled bottle of pseudo-beer Corona. Using the counter to open the cap, she took a sip. This, of course, being a skill she'd adapted from many frat parties. The 5'9" lass sauntered back over to the two top Jocks, raising her beer to them as a sign of respect, "Evening, boys," was her simple greeting. It wasn't even a good evening, just an evening.
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Post by jbyoung on Jul 27, 2007 0:33:52 GMT -5
Luke held up his drink to Kyle for a toast, "No girlfriend, no worries, aye mate?" he asked with a wink, of course referring to the fact that without Daylin there, he could get away with just about anything. Daylin may be his mate, but bros before hoes any day. He noticed Whitley walk up in the process, though she was uncharacteristically quiet, which he realised despite his altered state of mind. Regardless, he nodded to her in acknowledgment, briefly though because then Mia returned.
He grinned widely at the fit Italian babe before him, "Aye there, darlin'. As pissed as me yet?" Like that was possible...
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Post by Kyle Masters on Jul 27, 2007 0:43:53 GMT -5
Kyle's former drunken grin appeared again as he clinked his glass with Luke's, "Damn right, mate." He agreed with a nod. Luckily, even though Luke was a good friend of DC's, he could rely on Luke to not say a thing to his girlfriend. It was a good thing too, because if he told her, she'd probably believe him. God knows she didn't believe anyone else. Good thing that.
He turned his head slightly to see Whitley come in, his grin still plastered on his face. She was definitely a piece of fine eye candy, he just had to have some. But that time would come eventually. Right now, he just happened to be focused on the exotic beauty infront of him, "Mia, long time no see." He spoke. Obviously, it held a bit of a teasing tone to it, considering they had seen eachother in Starbucks earlier. His eyes wavered from her's and wandered down her body, finally bringing them back up. About to take another drink of his Coors, he shook the bottle. Empty. He'd have to search out another drink, "Excuse meee." He said, putting the bottle behind him and pushing off the bench, balancing himself before walking across the room and bending down to grab another Coors.
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Post by jessicaa on Jul 27, 2007 0:45:00 GMT -5
Oh joy, competition. Even though Whitley had run into Mia a couple times, they had never really hit it off. It's not like Whitley was all about the whole Plastics and Rebels equals a no-no kind of thing, it's more like.. you're a bitch, I'm a bitch and there isn't enough room for the both of us. But hey.. a couple beers could change everything. Catching Luke's little nod, Whitley figured she had somewhat gained her right to come over and speak with the group. Not that she needed any kind of permission to talk to them anyways..
Clicking her flats against the ground and she made her way over to the group, running her fingers through her light brown hair and putting on a smile. Everybody likes a smile. "Hey guys. Mia." She didn't exactly want to get into anything with the Italian goddess right now. And plus.. the girl was gorgeous, she could be a Plastic any second, any day. It was kind of cool how she didn't conform. It all made Whitley feel a little stupid. What the fuck was she thinking? She was a Plastic. And she was proud. Damnit. [/size]
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Post by Mia Bianchi on Jul 27, 2007 1:13:49 GMT -5
"Not quite," Mia told the extremely smashed Luke. Chances are, he'd be covered head-to-toe in desperate lasses by the end of the night, so she decided to turn her attention to the guy she'd ditched just earlier that day. She watched intently as he so shamelessly gave her the once-over, from head to toe and back again. Leave it to Kyle Masters to make a girl feel like a hunk of stirloin steak, needing a close inspection before approval. Bullshit, she'd never give him the satisfaction. Her intense blue eyes lingered on the hunk as he made his way to the icebox to fetch another beer. Snatched from her deep thoughts by the brunette Barbie beside her, Mia raised a neatly groomed eyebrow. "Whitley," she stated emotionlessly. Her friends called her Coop, but luckily the two were nowhere near friends. Not that Mia had anything against Whitley in particular, and nearly all of the plastics treated her respectfully, but she didn't understand why such a pretty girl would sell out to join a clan of fake-ass whores like Daylin Connors.
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Post by jbyoung on Jul 27, 2007 1:24:21 GMT -5
Luke wouldn't go behind his best mate's back and tell his girlfriend what he did. Because, well, truth be told, Daylin would believe him, and not only would it royally fuck Kyle over, but it would hurt her so bad. He couldn't stand to bring that on to both of them, and so he silently watched his best cheat on his other best. Oh well, c'est la vie, eh? He couldn't help but grin rather widely at Whitley dearest. "Helloooo, Coopy-woopyy," he slurred along, taking another swig of his brewski while giving his ex a flirty little wink. Becks+Coop+Alcohol=very predictable outcome.
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Post by jessicaa on Jul 27, 2007 1:50:30 GMT -5
Turning to face Mia, Whitley eyed the girl's skirt. "Your skirt. It's really cute. Totally love it." Offering another smile, which of course wasn't truly real, Coop took another sip from the bottle of beer. The condensation was dripping on to her hands and she wasn't liking it at all. Setting the beer down on the bench where Kyle had been sitting, Whitley wiped her hands on the back of her jeans and watched Luke as he spoke.
Resisting the urge to laugh was hard. Luke was drunk. Most likely, a little more than that. And he was just.. stupidly funny. If that made any sense at all. Picking back up the Corona, Whitley finished it off and then smiled at Luke. She'd have to answer him sometime.. "Hi thereeee Brineyy Boo-Boo Boo-Boo Boo.." Okay.. more alcohol, less How To Lose A Guy in 10 Days, ksweet. Taking a seat down beside Becks, Whitley ran her fingers through her hair again, it was beginning to be a rather bad habit of hers. "How's the party been, without me?"
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Post by Kyle Masters on Jul 27, 2007 1:57:49 GMT -5
Managing to finally find himself a drink amongst all the empty bottles, he stretched back up, blinking his eyes a few times to get rid of the blurriness. Unsuccessfully.
He turned around, contemplating on whether to actually start on the shots... Yeah, sounded better than going steady on beers. He turned again and bent down, tossing his Coors back onto the heap and letting his eyes wander over the countless load of alcohol.
Perfect. A bottle of Tequila was lying there, untouched, just waiting for him to grab it. Which he did with little elegance. he grabbed it around the neck and took a shot glass. Getting back up once again he crossed the length of the room, coming to stand beside Mia, "Anyone up for shots?" He questioned, a sly grin on his face as he twisted the cap of and poured himself one, soon downing it, "It'd be better with a bit'a lemon and salt." He started, casting a few glances around to see if he could locate the items. He'd probably suggest body shots later, knowing Kyle.
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Post by Mia Bianchi on Jul 27, 2007 2:32:44 GMT -5
"Yeah... it's a Se7en," she said simply, her tone one of monotony as she wasn't so sure she could trust this girl not to trick her into some kind of insult. It was odd, to hear a compliment from one of them. Not that it was genuine, by any means. Mia still didn't buy it. Seeing as Luke was all too interested in Miss Plastic, the modella just disregarded him completely, figuring there were enough guys here tonight that she certainly didn't need his sorry arse. The two were pretty much all over eachother, it was disgusting. Trying her damnedest not to grimace, Porsche looked away, instead focusing on Masters, who'd returned with some tequila. Oooh, no hops-inspired alcoholic beverage here, he was branching out. Her face brightened up slightly at mention of shots. Probably her favourite word on Earth, behind sex of course. "I'll take one," she told him with the slightest hint of a smile teasing at the corners of her naturally pouty lips.
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