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Bekka didn't exactly realize it was late until it was well, late. True to the steryotype of her house she had been sitting at her make-shift desk (as the proper one was still covered in spread sheets) trying to get ahead on her homework before it was, in some cases, assigned. By the time she remembered that there was both a party that night and who it was for, there wasn't a kitten's chance in All Dogs Go to Heaven for her to go and buy Charlie a gift in time. Instead dressed in what she assumed was decent attire she tried to slip in the back of the rather intoxicated crowd. So far no one was dead, that was always a good sign...
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Questions, as if out of nowhere Rowan was standing in front of her with questions. Bekka's immediate instinct to respond was no way to begin a new school year. So, instead she gave herself a moment's pause, finished her last drag of the cigarette and replied, as dry and dull as always.
"Of course I am." She started, keeping a good bit of the sarcasm from dripping off her words, "This is the high-school experience, who wouldn't be here?" Too late, as she finished the rest of her response Bekka fished out another cigarette and replied as she always has, "When I look back on my youth, I want to remember the sight of intoxicated youth and the smell of cheap beer. How about you Rowan? Good time?"
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It felt a little weird to Tatum that she had been back for such a short time at school, and she was already getting ready to go to a party. Single life had been so different; they partied, she stayed home. But now, she often found herself almost excited for parties, for getting ready, picking the right outfit, and going out with Frankie for the night. It was pretty much better than staying in and playing WoW for the entire evening. Tonight was an even better event, since it was Charlie's birthday; not only was it guaranteed to be crazy, but going to his party was less taxing on her than any other party. She knew Charlie, at least on a need-to-know basis, and that made it so much less stressful. She had visited him a couple of days before, getting everything she needed for the night. She and Frankie had arrived around eight, and mingled around slightly. Tatum had tried a little bit of the hard lemonade she brought, and had already gone through two cups of it before nine came around. She was content though, a little buzzed, and just enjoying herself. She saw a few people close by that she recognized, but decided she had other plans in mind. Pulling Frankie's hand gently, she pulled her girlfriend off to the side a bit, away from where most of the party goers were clustered. It was closer to the edge, shaded under some shorter trees, and Tatum ducked just a bit as they moved further back from the crowd. "I got something special for tonight," she informed the brunette finally, grinning at her. "Better than the blackberry kush even," she added, giving Frankie's side a little poke, always enjoying teasing her, but especially so when they had been drinking.
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Even in the darkness, Tatum was blushing slightly, grinning up a little in Frankie's direction. "No, silly girl," she whispered, giggling a little and leaning into Frankie's embrace, placing a light kiss against her lips. "Although these are pretty cute underwear, but you can see them later," she added, teasing a little. It was always fun to mess with Frankie, and it was all fair in love and war, since Frankie loved to tease her right back.
"Way better, but much shorter effect," she finally informed her girlfriend, pulling back just a couple of inches, so that she could dig into the small messenger bag hanging off of her shoulder. She had brought it along to carry her things, rather than leaving them laying about the party scene. Bags of weed wouldn't last long that way at all, but that wasn't even what Tatum was after this time. Producing a smaller plastic bag, the ex-redhead held up it up to Frankie. It held some kind of little black seed looking things, and Tatum gave it a little shake.
"Salvia, my love. I got 30x, I thought it'd be cool to try it together? I tried it with my brother last summer, it blows your mind, but it's like.. only a short high, like maybe half an hour. I even brought my pipe," she explained, gently patting the bag. "Wanna go find somewhere to sit?"
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"Because we're awesome?" Tatum replied casually, grinning at her girlfriend, before carefully settling herself onto the ground beside the brunette. She leaned into Frankie a little, as she put her bag in front of them, and began to dig around inside. She produced the pipe, holding it gently, and resting her lighter onto her knee. Taking back at the salvia packet from Frankie, she poured a little into the bowl. She'd been warned already just to do one bowl at a time.
"If I start tripping balls, don't let me swallow my tongue or anything," she warned, only half-joking. She held the pipe out to Frankie, and smiling crookedly. "You wanna go first?"
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From: 867_5309 |
Date: September 2nd, 2010 10:33 pm (UTC) |
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Jenny had already dropped Charlie's gift off, and dealt with him for the evening. With her hands free of the large paper-bag, she was free to mingle, and to people watch over the crowd. She hadn't brought anything non-alcoholic for herself to drink, and she vaguely wished she would run into Sera, whom always seemed to have just the thing with her whenever she came to a party. Sera was always prepared, but Sera wasn't in sight, and Jenny doubted she would be. After what had gone down over break, she didn't even want to think too much about Sera. After what had gone down over break, she doubted Sera would be here. But she wished she was. Walking along an area filled with various drinks and food, Jenny glanced over them, finding nothing but a sea of beer and vodka coolers. When she was walking away from the party supplies, she almost ran straight into Quinn, stopping dead in her tracks to prevent an actual collision. "Oh hey," she managed lamely, blurting it without really thinking. She hadn't seen Quinn in a while, not even over the summer, and she couldn't deny a little flutter of butterflies in her stomach at the sight of the older girl. She motioned to the camera Quinn was holding, quirking an eyebrow. "You people watching, too?"
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From: 867_5309 |
Date: September 3rd, 2010 12:27 am (UTC) |
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"It was kind of uneventful. Lots of tanning and relaxing in the sun," Jenny replied, holding out one golden arm as if to confirm the majority of her summer had indeed been spent roasting under the Michigan sun. "I didn't so much, I went to visit.. some friends, stuff like that, nothing special. I'm kind of glad to be back," she further explained, her eyes following a familiar face walking past them.
Turning her eyes back to Quinn, the blonde smiled a little, reaching up and tucking some hair behind her ear. "You should have.. come out, for a little while. I meant to invite you."
It would have been nice to have the company, if nothing else. It was only a bonus that Quinn seemed to know just how to make her.. relax, so to speak.
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