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February 20th, 2012Comments
Dani had told herself over and over again that she was not going to be one of those girl's who was subjected to flashing her tits for stupid plastic beads. But by the time eleven rolled around she was drunk enough for anything. And that stupidly cute University kid had asked her to flash him. She pulled her t-shirt up over her head.
"Not bad for a flat chested chick!" he laughed loudly. "Really I just wanted to see if you were really a chick at all!" So not cool. Dani pulled her shirt down hurriedly and punched the kid hard in the face. He stumbled back and fell into the chair. "What the fuck Amazon?" he asked. Dani put her foot on his crotch and stepped down, not too hard but hard enough to make him regret ever teasing her in the first place. She stole his beads right off his neck and hung them around her own. "Fuck off," she growled. "You gone and ruined a perfectly nice night," she turned back and glared at him. "And my titties are perfect!"
After the fight with Sim had broken up Leland took some time to cool down on the porch with his twelve pack. He hadn't quite finished it, but had gotten through ten of them before stumbling back into the house. He bumped into things and people on his way through. "S'cuse me," he mumbled. "Hot girl at ten o'clock needs tending to."
Finally he made his way to Sylvia, easily one of the hottest girls in the school, and gave her a cheeky grin. "Hello well there. I must tell you," he grinned. "I am not wearing the same outfit as that nerd-o little Tater-tot and you have the finest ass in three states," he leaned in closer. "Wanna show off that nice rack?"
Sylvia thought she could hear some mumbling over her shoulder and turned. Oh, it was just Leland. And he smelt wasted, let alone looked it. "Hello Leland. Are you speaking English?" she said deadpan, folding her arms over her chest. "I don't even know what a 'nerdo' is" she sighed, taking one of his beers and cracking it open.
"Did you know you're covered in blood?"
"Aww baby, why you gotta be so cruel?" he pouted. "How you supposed to show of them nice titties if you're coverin' 'em up?" he slurred. He was beyond smashed and would normally have offered her a beer or not sounded like an asshole entirely.
He looked down. "Yeah, I know. Got into a fight with Simon," he gave her a toothy grin. "He's in love with a nerdo," he laughed, almost loosing his balance.
Sylvia remained unimpressed and took a swig of beer, wiping the froth off her lips afterwards. A fight with Sim. Well that wasn't hard to believe. "What is it with you jocks and beating the shit out of each other? It's totally homoerotic" she pointed out with a sly smile.
Sylv only watched as he nearly toppled, with a raised eyebrow and a pretty amused expression. "Nerdlings need love too, Le."
"We just gottalota adrenaline," he said waving it off. "We got alotta that and we just gotta punch something sometimes and then we get it outta our systems and we're fine for another few days man," he explained easily. "Aint nothin' erotic about it! None of that grab ass shit!"
"That's beautiful Sylv," he said leaning against a wall. "Charit-chara-charitable heart you have there," he winked.
"All you fuckin' do is grab ass other dudes!" Sylvia teased him. Even if he was a total douche when he was drunk, Sylvia still kind of liked sober Leland. Except that whole kid thing, that was weird. "You should just come out to the world, get rid of some of that repressed homosexuality aggression" she sighed.
"I'm a fuckin' saint, don't let no one tell you different" she agreed.
Leland grinned, probably a scary thing to behold considering all the blood. "Would bein' gay get me a better shot at gettin' laid by a fine lady like yourself?" If he were sober, he would realize how little sense his statement made but at the moment, he was the coolest dude at the party. "Come sit with me, I'mma fell-fall I'mma fall over."
"You are a saint. 'Cept you aint all mangled and shit like most saints, they get the short end of the stick man."
"I aint sitting with you" Sylvia warned Leland, but she did take his arm with a heavy sigh. "Let's get you cleaned up, at least wash that blood off your face, you look like a fuckin' serial killer" she said, dragging him into the nearest bathroom and running a towel under some warm water. "Girls don't fuck gay dudes either, Le" she reminded him with a twitch os a smile.
Le let Sylvia drag him to the bathroom where he leaned against the sink. He hadn't been this drunk in a long, long time. "You takin' care 'a me Sylv?" he asked, his eyes big. "This gonna hurt in the morning," he said pointing at his face.
"Well shit, good thing I aint gay," he laughed, leaning heavier against the sink.
"Yeah, I'm fuckin' taking care of you" Sylvia grumbled, dabbing at his nose with the towel and a scowl. "Of course it'll hurt more, especially when you realise what a dumb bastard y'are" she joked.
Sylvia laughed. "I don't know about that. I can see you being the bottom" she teased him.
Eden was pretty wasted by the time she got to the party. Who's fucking house was this anyway? It didn't matter. She had swallowed the last of her pills about half an hour ago and she was buzzing pretty hard, grinning like a lunatic and determined to see some tits. After the whole love potion fiasco she was really desperate to see some tits. Just to get the memory of Sasha's abs out of her mind.
Out of the corner of her eye Eden spotted Tatum, and as always, talking to Tatum was a top priority. Why was she stood with that cheerleader anyway? "Hey girl" she greeted the red head, tipping her head in the direction of the bathrooms. "I think y'all got somethin' to show me, what with it bein' Mardi Gras an' all that. Lose yer cheerleader."
Mackenzie and Hunter had begun taking shots just about five minutes before Sera began noticing something wasn't right. That had been several hours ago though, and Mack had since had a lot more to drink. She was extremely drunk and currently leaning against a wall talking to Tatum. It had taken some convincing to get the girl to relax and have a good time, but she had loosened up eventually.
She wasn't quite sure what the little redhead was saying, she kept fading in and out. She had noticed Eden approaching but didn't really think anything of it until the younger girl opened that big mouth of hers. Was she really calling her a cheerleader? Mackenzie pushed herself off the wall and gave Eden a small shove. "Hey, kiddo, who are you calling a cheerleader?" She snapped, glaring at Eden. She drew herself up to her full height and towered over the shorter girl. "Y'all better keep your little goggles away from my girlfriends tits!"
Eden wasn't about to tell some cheerleader bitch tell her whos titties she could and could not look at, even if she did stumble a little when she got pushed. This chick was pretty tall for a cheerleader. "Hey! Don't touch me, motherfucker!" Eden yelled, shoving the older girl right back. "I do what I want!"
Mack was shocked when Eden started shoving her back, she had been hoping that she could just intimidate the kid into leaving them alone. That assumption had been wrong apparently, and while Eden didn't do much damage by shoving her in the stomach, she did find it irritating enough to get angrier.
"Fuck off, squirt! You stay the fuck away from my girlfriend!" Mack growled back. She placed her hand against Eden's forehead and pushed the girl back until her arm was extended. "What cha going to do now? Gonna try and reach me with those arms Rex??"
"She aint ya fuckin' girlfriend ya fuckin' cheerleader whore!" Eden yelled as far into Mack's face as she could reach, which was somewhere around her chest area.
Being restrained by her forehead was certainly making Eden madder, and yet she couldn't reach Mackenzie. It was cruel, really. "No I aint, shit head!" she yelled again before ducking out of Mack's hold and barreling into her legs. "I'll show y'all to mess with me!" she announced before grabbing one of Mack's legs and sinking her teeth into it near the ankle.
Who did this Eden kid think she was? Tatum Donnelly wasn't her girlfriend? Mackenzie almost wanted to laugh in the girls face. She was about to too, the whole holding the smaller girl back by the forehead was classic. She hadn't expected the girl to barrel right into her however, and wasn't able to compensate fast enough to stop herself from falling right over.
"What the fuck?!" Mack screamed as Eden sunk her teeth into her leg. She instantly began kicking violently with her legs, the bitch had to be removed. "Are you fucking insane?? Get the fuck off my leg!"
Even if she had a pretty good chomp down on Mack's leg, it definitely wasn't enough to survive the shake off and she released before her teeth got smashed out or something! "Ha ha, fuck you bitch! What if I got the AIDs or some shit! Y'all infected now!" she hollered, kneeling over the older girl and grinning.
Mackenzie growled with anger as Eden grinned down at her. That stupid smug look was enough to make Mackenzie's blood boil. Who the fuck did this kid think she was? She wasn't going to let some little kid get a one up on her. Letting out a battle cry she shoved the smaller girl off of her and tackled her to the ground. She punched the girl square in the face the second she was over her.
"I'll fucking kill you!" She yelled, punching the girl again.
It was probably the pills, but Eden couldn't actually stop grinning once she had started, it also made the punches feel a little more cushioned than they probably should have. It was having the older girl looming over her that was freaking Eden out the most.
She did her best to swing back, connecting with something but nothing that seemed that important, like this stupid bitch's face. "I'll kill you first, motherfucker!"
"What the fuck is your problem?" Mack asked angrily, gripping the front of Eden's shirt with one fist. This girl had to be insane, that was the only explanation that Mackenzie could think of. She still had that insane grin on her face as Mack continued to wail on her. It was a bit unnerving and she was thrown off enough that she didn't see the punch Eden threw at her head. It connected with a thunk, only proving Sera right all the times she asked if all the blonde had in her head was hot air. Everything spun for a moment, and Mack had to stop her assault on Eden to try and regain her bearings.
Fights were a bit much, and pretty much as soon as Mack and Eden had wrestled their way to the ground, Tatum had made her escape toward the back door of the house. There was already enough blood all over the carpet, and she just didn't want to get involved. They were both idiots, and she wasn't really feeling in the mood to show either of them her tits, so heading out back to let it blow over was just easier. They didn't even seem to notice her slipping away, which was preferable.
Finally getting out onto the back deck, Tatum sidled her way up to one of the patio chairs, flopping into it and already blazing up a joint. She had seen Jenny out her smoking a cigarette with someone earlier, but there was only one other person out there now, and it wasn't her. Avoiding making too much eye contact with the tall blonde sitting on the other side of the deck, Tatum puffed idly at her spliff and tried her best to act natural.
After talking to Jenny, Charlie had grabbed the fullest bottle she could find and headed to the back porch. She had seen it coming, always had, but she had hoped that she might have been wrong. She had instantly wanted to run back to Alex, because Alex had always been there for her, but she had stopped herself. The shorter girl would surely give her a lengthy "I told you so" lecture, it was just who Alex was. It hurt even more because of her deep feelings for Alex. Charlie cared deeply for Jenny, and could have been truly happy with her, had been for the last month or so. She had hoped that she could drag herself out of the deep hole she was digging for herself in regards to her feelings for Alex. Their conversation at New Years had only confirmed her fears. Alex was Alex, and while Charlie loved her, she would never be what the blonde girl wanted her to mean to her.
Charlie didn't know what to do anymore, but for now, drinking three quarters of a fifth of tequila and looking at the stars seemed to be the only solution. She watched as Tatum flopped onto one of the patio chairs, and it took her a few moments to recognize her as Sera's older sister. Struggling drunkenly to her feet, she stumbled over to the redheaded girl and gave her a friendly smile. "Mind if I join you?" she slurred, tilting her head in question. Tatum wasn't exactly her first choice for company tonight, especially with her mammoth girlfriend skulking about causing fights. Charlie was slightly desperate however, she didn't feel like sitting alone anymore. "I promise I don't bite too hard," she added with a wink.
Once Tatum had noticed the other girl looking over at her, she had begun almost immediately chanting a mantra in her head about not panicking. Maybe the girl wouldn't say anything to her, maybe she'd just get up and go away, but Tatum couldn't stop herself from groaning inwardly when Charlie began to stagger over in her direction instead. She tried to give her best smile back, but it mostly came out slow and nervous.
"Uh," she began lamely, looking around hurriedly as if making sure that Charlie wasn't talking to someone else. But sadly, they were the only people out here. "S-Sure, why not.. I guess," she finally agreed, straightening up in her seat a bit and motioning for Charlie to take one of the empty chairs around the table. "Y-You puff?" she asked, offering out the joint and blushing horrendously in the darkness when Charlie winked at her. "Uhm, that's g-good. Yeah." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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