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Post by jbyoung on Jul 27, 2007 3:06:14 GMT -5
Okay, so Coop had dragged the pet name on a bit too long, but he was too smashed to notice. Luke was relieved when she sat down, now he FINALLY had somewhere to rest his tired head. He tilted it onto her bony little shoulder, finding a comfortable spot and yawning. "Leeeet's just say it wasn't a party 'til you gott heree," he explained, glancing up at Kyle as he offered up shots. The LAST thing Luke needed was more alcohol. "Nahh, I'm aces, mate!" At least he knew when to stop... somewhat. Luke took a swig of his beer, closing his eyes with a sigh. Okay, so maybe not so much.
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Post by Kyle Masters on Jul 27, 2007 3:12:17 GMT -5
/Ofcourse/ Mia would do shots with him. Where there was free alcohol, there was ofcourse Mia, "Awessoomme." He drawled, lifting his shotglass up and filling it to the brim before handing it over to her.
Lights were dancing infront of his eyes, causing him to shake his head a little before trying to focus on Mia. Which was regretfully getting harder by the second. He should've eaten something before hand... Oh well, too late now.
He set the bottle of Tequila on the kitchen bench and turned, leaning back against it to relieve the effort of holding himself up, "Sooo, Mia, you lookin' for'a good time?" He spoke, not being able to help let out a laugh. It was meant as a joke, obviously, but who knew what kind of reaction he'd get. Luckily, Daylin hadn't turned up.
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Post by jessicaa on Jul 27, 2007 3:23:53 GMT -5
Feeling Luke's head on her shoulder, she quickly whisked his beer away from him, she had only had one.. and she wouldn't take shots without him. So really, all and all, she needed his beer if she was going to have any hope in not letting her emotions get mixed up with them messing around. Taking a long sip, Coop let her free hand find his and gave his hand a squeeze. "Tequila is my favoritee. You just hate mee." Standing up, she pulled the boy by his hand, leading him into the kitchen. Okay.. she'd take a shot with him standing next to her. Maybe because.. she didn't want to end up with some other guy. When Whitley's drunk.. you just never really know. "Gimme one too." Now standing alongside Mia, Whitley finished off the rest of the Luke's beer and set it on the counter. Pulling him closer, she waited for her turn and herthe amazing tequila.
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Post by jbyoung on Jul 27, 2007 3:32:44 GMT -5
Luke opened up his eyes, "That'ss minee!!" he told her, though making no moves to stop her from drinking his beer. Probably because everything was moving as though it were under a strobe light at this point. Slightly delayed, and fuzzy. He attempted to blink away some of the beer goggle blur, but was unsuccessful. Becks groaned as she pulled him up from his comfy position. He followed her over to wherever she was leading him. He didn't even remember where he was at at this point. Yay booze! As they sat there waiting, Whitley pulled him closer, and he took this as a hint to use her as a human pillow. He released her hand, instead wrapping his arms tightly about her waist and pulling her back into him, slouching down just a bit to rest his chin on her shoulder. Thank God she was tall, made shit easier. He'd already forgotten all about the fact that she'd downed the rest of his beer.
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Post by Mia Bianchi on Jul 27, 2007 3:41:18 GMT -5
Mia held the full shot up and away from her outfit so she wouldn't spill any tequila on her designer duds. Bringing the shot glass to her lips, she tilted her head back and quickly downed the not-so-delicious substance. It was better in a margarita, that's for damn sure. Handing the shot glass back to Kyle, she grinned. "Mmmmm." But her good mood was cut short as those two showed up to crash the little tequila party. Her smile faded rather quickly, leaving her plump lips pursed as usual. Expressionless, she eyed Kyle following his little joke. She picked up on the fact that he was kidding, but she simply rolled her shoulders forward in a little shrug, "I don't know... last time wasn't so great..." she started off again, reflecting on their little Starbucks encounter. It was all in good humour of course, she'd rather enjoyed herself last time, whether or not she let Kyle onto her satisfaction with his performance.
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Post by Kyle Masters on Jul 27, 2007 3:49:20 GMT -5
He grinned as Mia downed the shot easily, not something many girls could do. He took the shot glass and filled it again, about to hand it back to her before he noticed Luke and Coop come back into the kitchen. it was all good with him, he knew the two had history, but the look on Mia's face told him that she didn't exactly appreciate their interruption, "Heree, Coop." He offered, passing the full shot glass over to her. She was cool, he didn't mind her company.
He grabbed another shotglass off the shelf just as Mia commented on the last time they had met, "Ohyea? 'sfar as I can remember, you were all over me. It was fairly mutual." He admitted. It was big for Kyle to admit he was into it too, so that had to mean /something/.
He filled another shotglass and passed it to her, doing the same with his, "Bottoms up." He stated, his voice slurred before he tossed the drink back, gulping loudly and putting the glass back, another set of stars dancing infront of his vision. He shook his head, blinking his eyes a few times. By this point, he couldn't focus on anything.
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Post by jessicaa on Jul 27, 2007 4:09:47 GMT -5
Wriggling out of Luke's arms, Miss Cooper graciously accepted the shot glass. Fuck. She'd accept the whole bottle of tequila if Kyle would let her. Throwing back the shot glass and then her head,she drank the liquid. Shaking her head as it ran down her throat. It was her favorite, but it still had a kick to it. Setting the shot glass down on table, Whitley grinned at Kyle, it was somekind of thank you grin that she additionally offered Mia before grabbing hold of Luke's hands again and continuing to lead him around the house. Next stop? Bedroom. Ooh la la.No.. more like sleepytime because Luke's gonna pass out. Yeah?
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Post by Amber Martin on Jul 27, 2007 13:56:44 GMT -5
Alyssa looked at Luke and smiled. He was lookin so fine tonight and she knew that all the girls would be all over him. She wanted him though..and Alyssa got what Alyssa wanted..no matter what she had to do. She grabbed his hand as he talked to the other girls..
"Hey Babe..Wanna dance? You know we'll look so fine out there together.."
She hadn't even noticed that her best friend ever had walked into the party. Whitley and Elizabeth had been like bests forever and they were always together..but they had a problem..they both liked Luke..She smiled at Whitley and gave her a friendly look..
"Hey bitch.."
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Post by jbyoung on Jul 27, 2007 14:18:24 GMT -5
Luke reluctantly moved again as Whitley took his hand and dragged him off somewhere. All the while, he had his free hand skimming along the wall to keep his balance. That just so happened to be one of Luke's biggest weaknesses: once he started drinking, he never knew when to stop, which led to him ending up completely smashed. He passed out, he blacked out, and then he'd wake up with a mad hangover and do it again the next night. He never seemed to learn from his mistakes, but at least he was having a blast, eh? Becks didn't even realise how tired he was, but after spending four hours at football practice, it tended to take it's toll. Not to mention the fact that he had gotten little sleep in the last couple weeks with his incessant partying.
He stopped in his tracks when Alyssa grabbed his other hand, asking him to dance. Whitley and Alyssa were good mates, so it surprised him that they hadn't been chatting it up since Coop arrived. Oh well, it wasn't like he understood the female psyche anyways. Luke was incredibly focused on not falling over at this point, staring at Alyssa and attempting to blink away the beer goggles. Fat chance. He could hardly even make out her face. "IIII don'tt reckonn I should... my balance is right off tonightt," he explained, words slurred and all. "How much 'ave you had to drinkk?" he added, not sure if Alyssa was nearly as smashed as he was.
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Post by Amber Martin on Jul 27, 2007 14:23:32 GMT -5
Alyssa looked at Luke..Holy..He was totally smashed and beyond wasted. He was Crunk..like massively. She hadn't had too much to drink, just a few here and there, actually not even, she had only drank 4..so far. She would drink more..She felt luke go a little off balance and then looked at Whitley..
"Hey..Whit..Maybe you should take him home??"
She then looked at him and decided to answer his last question..
"I've only had a few..four or five maybe? How many have you had? or should I say How Much?"
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Post by jessicaa on Jul 27, 2007 17:33:08 GMT -5
Ohnoshedidn't. Didn't the girl know that Luke was /hers/. Well.. she was holding the boys hands and pulling him towards the stairs. And her best friend, of all people, was trying to take him away from her. Hey bitch. Ugh. What the hell happened to the meaning of best friends? What the hell happened to Alyssa? Maybe it was just the alcohol. Maybe you should take him home? Because Miss Cooper was totally fit for driving, right? Yeahno.
Pushing the girl away, Whitley shook her head and grabbed Luke's hand again. "Back off, whore." Best friends.. how about /not/. You don't just.. come between Luke and Whitley like that.. it's just /wrong/. They had motherfucking history, damnit. Tugging lightly on the boys hand, Whitley motioned for him to go up the stairs with her. Driving was a no-no, so sleeping at the house was going to be the best they could get.
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Post by Alyssa CarShaw on Jul 27, 2007 17:51:41 GMT -5
Alyssa looked at Whitley..She had definatly been drinking and Alyssa hadn't even seen Whitley..She had just seen luke..not Whitley..and she didn't need to be such a bitch about it. Maybe the girls wouldn't be best friends anymore..jeesh..Whitley was acting like a jealous bitch and she needed to get over it.
"Holy fuck whitley..I was just asking him to dance..I didn't even see you standing there. Get over it. We're supposed to be best friends..but you let a guy get between it..that's pretty bad.."
She looked at whitley and gave her a dirty look. The girl had really pissed her off. She seriously needed to get over it. Alyssa then walked away and grabbed another beer..Thinking that she would be happier getting crunk with everyone..
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Post by Mia Bianchi on Jul 27, 2007 19:25:40 GMT -5
So Kyle had enjoyed it too? Mia resisted the urge to smile at this because, honestly, she had to be on a very short list of girls he'd admitted that to. It was too risque for his ego, it made him slightly vulnerable. Kyle Masters wasn't one for vulnerability. Regardless, Mia threw back her second tequila shot with just as much ease as she had done the first. Setting the little shot glass onto the kitchen bench, she shook her head quickly, a reflex to the strong alcohol making it's way down her throat to join her two Coronas and shot number one. She was hardly pissed, maybe just a bit tipsy now. Raking her French-tipped fingernails through her thick brown hair, she ruffled the loose curls slightly before allowing them to cascade back down to her shoulders. Her vibrant blue eyes followed the two lovebirds, Whitley and Luke, as they nodded a thanks and promptly exited the kitchen, presumably to go mess around on the first level surface they came upon, whether bed or billiard table. Quickly turning her attention back to Kyle, she just looked at him, as if to say 'what now?'.
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Post by Kyle Masters on Jul 27, 2007 21:29:04 GMT -5
Kyle hardly even noticed the two depart, already pouring himself another shot and downing it. Ohyes, he was going to get /very/ wasted and definitely regret it the next morning. But even after the whole, 'I am /never/ drinking again' thing, it never seems to stick.
He threw his third shot back, his neck tilting to greet the liquid. In a short moment it disappeared and he lowered his head, swaying slightly before shooting a hand out to grip the table. He went through another series of blinking and shaking his head.
Even in his state, he noticed the look Mia was giving him and simply shrugged, "Who needs 'em anyways. All they do is cling all over eachother." He stated, leaning against the kitchen, a wave of nausea attacking his brain, "Woahh..." He murmured, running a hand through his hair before regaining his composure and standing up straight, "Allll right thenn. Whaddya wanna do now, Miss Bianchi." He asked, raising a brow inquisitvely towards her while battling to focus on the Italian beauty infront of him.
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Post by Mia Bianchi on Jul 27, 2007 21:46:25 GMT -5
Mia watched as he took another shot, followed by his display of nearly falling onto his arse. She resisted the urge to laugh, instead allowing her lips to curve upwards into a smile, "Why, I want another shot, of course," she told him, picking up / her / shot glass and holding it up so he could refill it for her like the gentleman she insisted he be. With her strict upbringing and complete immersion in an industry where hoighty-toighty is an understatement, she valued etiquette very highly, and if anyone treated her with disrespect, they'd be dropped on their arse just like that. Anyways, she wasn't nearly as smashed as she'd like to be, and that was going to change / now /. And who knows, if Miss Barbie doesn't show up, Kyle might just get some action.
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