From: samtheman	Date: December 26th, 2010 08:22 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	12:00 AM- ???

Happy New Year!

	From: learntofly	Date: December 27th, 2010 09:11 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Meka/Open

Shortly after the ball dropped and everyone was done making out with whoever, Meka decided that she did not have too much whiskey, in fact... there wasn't enough whiskey! She threw back the rest of her flask and hopped up on the coffee table in the living room. "Does anyone have anymore whiskey?" she shouted over the crowd. "No? No? Oh! I actually like this song!"

Before Meka even knew what she was doing she had the entire living room singing along to London Calling and she was... dancing. She was in trouble.

	From: sim	Date: December 27th, 2010 09:38 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Meka/Sim

Sim had made out with a frehsman. A freshman! Totally against his principles, the one bloody principle he had. So he knew he was drunk, and the call for whiskey alerted him to a damsel in distress. And he had whiskey!

"Oi!" He shouted up at Meka, shaking half a bottle of whiskey at her. "Trade for a kiss! No tongues! Maybe.."

	From: learntofly	Date: December 27th, 2010 09:42 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Meka/Sim

Meka turned her attention to the boy with the whiskey. "You sir! Are in for a trade," she put her hands on his shoulder and leaned down to plant a kiss on his lips. Ok... so maybe she was really drunk. "Your breath smells like whiskey," she giggled.

	From: learntofly	Date: January 9th, 2011 01:42 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Meka/Sim

"Hey! Are you tryin to bury me in grass?" she gave his shoulder a playful shove.

	From: sim	Date: January 9th, 2011 05:23 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Meka/Sim

"Burying you with love" he corrected, drunken and stupid. What did that even mean? Sim wasn't so sure.

	From: howemuchtrouble	Date: December 27th, 2010 09:20 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Keegan/Rowan

It was getting close to the ball drop, and Keegan would be damned if he didn't ring in the new year with his girlfriend. Unfortunately, he didn't know exactly where she had gone off to.

Keegan weaved through the other people, beer still in hand, as he searched for his girlfriend. It was probably just as easy to text her to find her, but he had enough to drink that his ability to text would have been more of a hindrance.

Finally, though, he found her. "Hey," Keegan said as he came up and took her free hand with his own. "The ball is gonna drop shortly. Come on."

	From: cabotine	Date: December 29th, 2010 08:09 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Keegan/Rowan

Rowan had been drinking heavily for some time now, ever since the whole... conversation with Leon. She had done one last shot and had gotten someone with a steadier hand than hers to refill her rum and... she assumed it was Coke, and was making her way back in toward the main group of people when she ran into Keegan. Thankfully not literally.

"Heyyyy KEEGANNNNN! Oh my god I'm soooo happy t'see you! I love you! Whose balls are droppin where?" She looked genuinely confused by the statement and completely unaware of what she had just said. She was after all, rather intoxicated.

	From: howemuchtrouble	Date: December 29th, 2010 09:00 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Keegan/Rowan

For a moment, Keegan just stared at her. He had been drinking since they arrived, had some pot along the way, and was by no means entirely sober. He was lucky if he was a little sober. Drunk Keegan was just a few steps behind in information processing.

"Yes, love you too, and no one's balls are droppin' anywhere I hope." Keegan blinked and released her hand so he could point in the general direction of the living room. " 'Cept the one on TV, which we should be watching. New year n'stuff."

	From: redwritinghood	Date: December 27th, 2010 09:28 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	The Big Ball Drop - Sibyl/Open

There were minutes left before the ball dropped. Nearly everyone who cared, or knew what time it was, was gathered in the living room to watch it on Sam's TV. Sibyl was standing towards the back, barely able to see the television between the shoulders of people in front of her.

She had the feeling earlier that something was just going to go wrong. It was a feeling she felt often and usually amounted to nothing, but it reappeared as she stood amidst the crowd. Then she felt it. Sibyl felt that pulling at the back of her subconscious that warned her that something, or someone, was trying to get through. Trying to say something.

Not here. Not now. Not here. The words went through her head in panic. Her eyes went wide and she looked around for a pen and paper. It figured that the one time she didn't believe she needed it, she left it behind. The sensation was coming on far too quick for her to stop. Too quick for her to get somewhere to write.

Before she could do much else, it hit. The cup of water in her hand fell to the floor as the panic faded from her face to be replaced with a look that was rather blank. Sibyl struggled to keep herself aware, to find someone to help. She reached over and grabbed the shirt of the person next to her.

Sibyl only managed two words before her world went blank and she just stood there, frozen and expressionless. "Paper. Pen."

	From: studiesallnight	Date: December 27th, 2010 09:37 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sibyl/Bekka

At this point in the evening, Bekka was rather sloshed, so when she was grabbed by Sibyl, it took every ounce of her heavy boots to keep them below her and her head above them.

"Wha-what?"

Of course she had her notebook and pens on her (when did she not?) But to just, hand it over without any good reason, no matter how weird the girl was acting, might be a bit much.

"Why do you need that?"

	From: voodoo_maman	Date: December 28th, 2010 03:58 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Lisette/Quinn

She had a glass of something in one hand. It had been handed to her by a faceless person who melted back into the crowd as soon as it was handed to her. It made her weary to try it so she just looked into it with suspicion. It was for this reason she wasn't watching where she was going and ended up bumping into Quinn as she turned a corner. The count down to midnight had just ended and she was very close to leaving.

She managed to keep the drink from spilling all over Quinn and herself, but nevertheless she began a profusion of apologies as she righted herself and made sure the drink was stable.

	From: whodoo	Date: December 28th, 2010 04:12 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Lisette/Quinn

Quinn was counting down with the rest of the crowd as the ball fell. She couldn't see the television but it didn't matter. Her drink was finished off at the count of five and she passed the cup to some unlucky single standing beside her. Quinn would be damned if she didn't kiss someone at midnight, and she was too drunk to care if it was male or female.

Her victim, as it were, was announced as she was bumped into as the count drew to a close. Without really listening to the start of the apologies, or paying attention to who it was, Quinn set both hands on the side of the girl's face and planted a rather large kiss to her lips before pulling back after a moment with a surprisingly happy, "Happy New Year!"

	From: jake_frost	Date: December 28th, 2010 04:02 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Jake/Open

Jake had arrived at Sam's party with Lisette Cavalier; well, he wasn't actually WITH her. He had been spying on her to catch her doing some Voodoo hoodoo of some sort, but that had fallen through; she caught on to him and led him to this party. He had intended to come here anyway, so it wasn't a great loss. The great loss came later when he discovered that Lisette didn't like boys.

Now Jake walked around small-talking, looking for someone who hadn't already found a person to kiss at midnight. His eyes shot to the clock and it looked like his time was quickly running out.

He returned to get another drink before the clock struck 12, "I'll have a vodka martini, shaken not stirred", he requested in his best English accent. Then he grinned and added, "If you don't have that, I'll take a beer!"

	From: londonloves	Date: December 28th, 2010 10:41 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Jake/Mari

"You call that an English accent" Mari slurred, her own transatlantic becoming more obvious the drunker she became. "I've heard...Freshmen do better than that, Jakey!" She tossed him a beer with a cocktail umbrella stuck in the top.

"Drink up!"

	From: samtheman	Date: December 29th, 2010 02:17 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Sam/Amber

All in all, it had turned out to be a pretty good night. All of his friends had showed up and seemed to be having a good time. He hadn't seen much of Abernathy but the fact that she had showed up was enough for him to think that things were on the rebound. He meandered through the party until he landed himself in the middle of the crowd.

Everyone around him started counting down the last seconds of the year. "Five! Four! Three! Two! One!"

From: princess93	Date: December 29th, 2010 03:58 pm (UTC)		(Link)
Sam/Amber

"Happy New Year!" Amber chorused with the rest of the crowd, grabbing the nearest person for the midnight kiss. It's tradition, all right; so what if she used a little more tongue than was customary?

Her New Year's toy was a surprisingly good choice for a random grab. Tall and handsome, and tasted like Dr Pepper instead of some of that awful crap going around in flasks and pilfered bottles.

She pulled away slowly, teasingly, and grinned at him. "And to many more." Damn, he was tall. Her heels did practically nothing to even them out.

	From: mightbeclever	Date: December 29th, 2010 04:54 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Leon/Open

He couldn't see straight anymore, the world all sort of blurring as he stumbled toward the bathroom. He fell a lot, using the wall to crawl back up before falling again until he all but fell into the loo.

He didn't manage to get the door all the way closed, though, before he started rummaging through the collected items in the toilet, desperate for something to just...end it. In his mind he couldn't go home, not after his parents found out the truth. He couldn't face that.

"Fuuuuck, no, no....no..." he said more to himself, "there has to be something here. Fuck. Fuck!"

Everyone else was occupied by the ball, he could hear the cheers and shouting as he slipped down the side of the wall. "Fuck, no...No, fuck....Shit." He couldn't think clearly to form much of a thought, though he was vaguely aware of crying.

Groaning, he let himself slide down the wall until he was laying on the floor, eyes squeezed shut. If he just laid there long enough....maybe everything would go quiet.

	From: atotheb	Date: December 30th, 2010 11:05 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Leon/Abernathy

Abernathy wasn't drunk enough to deal with Amber macking all over Sam. Maybe it was just as well.

She pushed her way through the crowd and watched Leon stumble into the downstairs bathroom. She wasn't in the habit of rushing into bathrooms after boys, but he looked desperate and she was feeling on the edge.

She shoved the door open after him and slammed it shut behind her.

Seeing him on the floor it was worse than she thought. "What the fuck, Leon?" She didn't know what to make of it and knelt on the floor next to him.

	From: che_bel_viso	Date: December 29th, 2010 11:50 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sibyl/Vinnie

Vinnie waited with Sibyl while she took the Ibuprofen and had some water. He was concerned, naturally, but as she seemed to know what this was, or at least wasn't as surprised by it as everyone else was, he held back on his worry for the time being.

"So... you alright? I didn't see what happened, but... it didn't seem like someone slipped you a roofie or anything. What can I do to help?"

	From: redwritinghood	Date: December 29th, 2010 11:58 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sibyl/Vinnie

There was barely enough time to mutter out another small thanks as Sunny vacated with Stas in tow. Sibyl felt a little bad for them having to cart her up there and watch over her. She felt just as bad when she looked at Vinnie. They were all missing a party downstairs.

"I'm... not exactly fine. Honestly." The physical pain hadn't started to go away yet, and what she wrote rang through her head. She had no idea what really happened once she lost control, but the words she ended up writing rang through her head. "I can assure you, though, that no one slipped me a roofie or anything of the sort. And I haven't had anything but water and soda all night."