From: walktheline	Date: September 1st, 2010 06:09 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	1:00 - 3:00 AM

Woah, are you still here?! Curfew was ages ago! You must be pretty hardcore.

	From: itsnotjessica	Date: September 3rd, 2010 01:42 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Hunter/Open

Hunter had been here for hours, playing the social game, and making herself known. She had flitted all over the place, spoken to everybody, been in a couple of drinking challenges, and had all but finished her entire twelve pack of beer that she had brought with her. Somewhere between talking to someone about how she was going for captain this year, and ending up where she sat now in the clearing, the beer had been demolished.

She felt it, but it still seemed surreal.

The only thing else she had brought with her was a large bottle of pink champagne: birthday parties always needed champagne, it was just classy. She had intended to share with people, Mari in particular, but she had forgotten along the way. Now it was late, and there was no one around except herself and the other curfew breakers, and she had a whole bottle of champagne to herself.

Figuring that letting it go to waste would be a shame, Hunter stumbled her way over to where there were some plastic wine glasses on top of a cooler. They had been used, but Hunter shrugged it off, shaking it a bit to get rid of the excess liquor left in the bottom.

Shaking the champagne just a bit, she gave the top a twist, and an explosion of foam sprayed forth from the bottle neck, splattering onto the grassy ground in front of her. "Fuck yeah," she said simply, picking up her dirty plastic wine glass again, and beginning to pour the champagne into it.

	From: londonloves	Date: September 3rd, 2010 04:03 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Hunter/Mari

Man, a few days back and already breaking about a million rules. That was the way Mari liked it as she downed shots and chain smoked the night away. It was great to see so many people after break, especially the boys. There were not enough nice looking boys in Colorado.

It was the end of the night now, she'd turned down offers to be walked back to school, been sick in a bush and fell out of a tree, all in all a successful party. Straightening her hat (which was a miracle it wasn't lost by now), Mari spotted a familiar face, and a not so familiar sound of champagne popping.

"What the fuck are you doing" he shouted at Hunter, grinning playfully.

	From: itsnotjessica	Date: September 3rd, 2010 04:09 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Hunter/Mari

Hunter had spilled at least a quarter of the bottle onto her wrist and sandals as she tried to fill her cup, and when Mari shouted at her, it didn't help. She slopped more drink onto herself, whipping her head up to see her friend, and grinning right back at her.

"What the fuck does it look like I'm doin', bitch?" she replied, taking a couple of shaky steps back to grab the other plastic glass. She tossed it to Mari across the short space between them. "It's used but it works, fuck it, right? Ya gotta taste this shit," she informed her, holding the bottle by it's neck in one hand, and lifting her cup up to chug with the other.

	From: londonloves	Date: September 3rd, 2010 04:18 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Hunter/Mari

"You're making a fucking mess" Mari observed, sniffing the cup she was handed. It smelt like beer, but she was really past caring. She held the cup out to be filled, between them most of the liquid went into the cup, and she took a swig, blanching.

"Tastes like shit, man." She pouted slighty, before continuing to drink, plopping uncerimoniously on the floor. "Where have you been? You missed the tree climbing race. You would have been good on my team!"

	From: itsnotjessica	Date: September 3rd, 2010 04:23 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Hunter/Mari

"You're a fucking mess," Hunter shot back, as she tried her steadiest one-handed pour into Mari's cup. When she commented on the taste, Hunter laughed a little, plopping down beside her and taking another swig of her own. "Don't it? Fucking nasty, but it gets the job done, and it looks fancy as shit," she explained.

"Tree climbin?! When the fuck was that?! I was just round here shooting the shit with everybody, I never saw no tree climbin!"

	From: londonloves	Date: September 3rd, 2010 04:42 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Hunter/Mari

"Totally tree climbing! With some fucking freshmen. I didn't win, someone go a bloody nose though. It was kinda funny. Where the fuck is Gray? Has he recovered from Michi's yet?" Mari couldn't help but snigger at the thought.

	From: itsnotjessica	Date: September 3rd, 2010 04:47 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Hunter/Mari

"I dunno where the hell he is, haven't seen him all night. He's gotta be trolling around somewhere here though," Hunter mused thoughtfully, as she took another sip of champagne. It was sort of comical, flopped in the grass like this in the middle of the night, drinking fancy liquor. It made Hunter grin a little, just thinking of it.

Leaning back a bit, staring up at the sky, the blonde glanced at her friend. "So what else did ya do all night, besides blowing freshmen?"

	From: londonloves	Date: September 6th, 2010 10:15 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Hunter/Mari

"I didn't blow any freshmen" Mari said indignantly, though she was smiling as she said it. "They're way too young, and none are that cute this year." She looked over Hunter's shoulder and surveyed who was still around. Slim pickings. "But, the night is still young" she added mysteriously.

	From: itsnotjessica	Date: September 12th, 2010 03:34 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Hunter/Mari

"Really? Cause that ain't what I heard," Hunter teased her, turning her head a bit to see what she was looking at. Slim pickings indeed. Frowning a bit, the blonde shrugged one shoulder, before taking another huge gulp from her champagne glass.

"I suppose so, yeah. Most people went back to school already, but most people are pussies."

	From: sim	Date: September 9th, 2010 09:24 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sim/Open

On all accounts, the party had been a great success. There had been the usual successes like touching a sophomore girl's boob, accidentally punching Gray in the eye and practicing wrestling moves on Freshmen. Sim was quite happy with himself as he walked the length of the clearing, drinking his Sailor Jerry and nodding at any hot girl's he stumbled into. Earlier on this evening, Sim had been kind enough to share his energy shots with the rest of the school, via a secret operation to spike the punch bowl. Hey, if anyone was stupid enough to drink from the punch bowl they deserved to be wide awake 'til Sunday.

As he was congratulating himself on job well done, Sim's foot connected with something hard and heavy on the ground. Uncovering a sheet with his foot, Sim almost cried, for it was beautiful. A pile of fireworks. Firecrackers, rockets, sparklers and what looked like a hand-held flare. Without wasting a moment, Sim grabbed handfulls of the treasure and made for the edge of the clearing. Better just to test them out, and everything.

Sticking a rocket in the ground, Sim clumsily lit the fuse, it took several tries, apparently crouching whilst drunk is a hard task. Standing next to the firework, his face lit up gleefully by the fuse, Sim stumbled back as a massive whistling noise filled the party. As the rocket shot off it surprised Sim enough that he fell flat on his butt, staring in amazement as it sailed into the air and exploded with a bang. With one hand checking his eyebrows were still there, Sim pointed up to the sky and shouted at the person next to him.

"Did you see that?" He asked excitedly, getting to his feet and reaching for another.

	From: anastas	Date: September 10th, 2010 03:39 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Sim/Stas

After walking Sunny home Anastas made his way back to the party. He wasn't yet ready to call it a night. Picking up a drink as he traveled through the party he made his way around passed out bodies, those still dancing, the ones still drinking and headed to the edge of the clearing to watch whatever it was that Sim was doing.

"Quite impressive," he commented with a genuine grin. He took a good swig of his beer and rubbed the back of his neck with his spare hand. "Are there more?"

	From: sim	Date: September 10th, 2010 10:42 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Sim/Stas

"What?" Sim shouted, a confused look on his face. Could anybody else hear that ringing sound? "Oh right, yeah!" He bounded over to the pile of fireworks, uncovering it dramatically.

"Everything you could ever dream of" he slurred, grinning.

	From: anastas	Date: September 11th, 2010 03:33 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Sim/Stas

Stas reached into his pocket and flipped open his lighter as he brought out. "Let us get this party started," he said with a smirk. He picked a few fireworks out of the pile and lined them up so he could light them all at once for a more impressive show.

He lit the first and continued moving down the line to light each one after until all the fuses were burning and they began rocketing into the sky. Except for the one that spun downward and shot toward a knot of people. "Look out!" Stas yelled in Russian. He quickly stashed his lighter and then took another swig of his beer, turning to Sim with a guilty grin. "Oops."

	From: sim	Date: September 14th, 2010 02:13 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sim/Stas

Sim watched the firework fly into a group of people, who were already diving out of the way. He was almost doubled over with laughter as the group reassembled, flipped the two boys off and continued whatever they were doing.

"Watch, watch" he said eagerly, lighting another rocket, pulling a cigarette out and lighting the end with the fuse. He managed to duck out of the way just in time as the firework took off into the sky. He exhaled a large puff of smoke and examined the biggest firework lovingly. He looked over to Stas to see what he was thinking.

	From: anastas	Date: September 29th, 2010 04:43 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Sim/Stas

"Are we arriving at the grand finale already?" he asked with an amused grin. He took a generous swig of the drink he'd picked up, finishing it off and throwing the bottle into the woods. "Let us fire it off and then find more drinks."

He stumbled closer to the biggest firework, plucking it out of the pile and shoving the wooden stand into the ground. There were other, smaller fireworks that he lined up around it. If set off properly they'd just make it past the trees without setting anything on fire... Or so he thought.

"Would you care for the honors?"

	From: gregoire	Date: September 29th, 2010 10:22 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sim/Stas/GRAY!

"GENTLEMEN!" Gray clamored from nearby, or that was what it would have sounded like were it not for the cigarette in his mouth. It sounded a little more like 'Memelmen!' but he was sure his point was made.

His left eye was swollen half-shut, but he seemed in high spirits nonetheless. Despite having been left out of his third favorite activity in the entire word. (Blowing things up.) He exhaled a cloud of smoke and fished his lighter from his back pocket.

The flame was rigged so it went twice as high as it needed to, as he demonstrated with a flick of the flint.

"Allow me."

	From: sim	Date: September 29th, 2010 10:27 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sim/Stas/GRAY!

Sim turned joyfully at the sound of his roommate, he could distinguish the accentno matter what was stuffed in Gray's mouth.

"Bro!" He called excitedly, dangerously close to actually giggling, he motioned for Gray to do the honours, laughing furiously as the flame from his lighter aluminated his swollen eye.

"Make it a good one, man!" Sim ran over to where Stas was, figuring that it would be safer if they stayed together.

	From: anastas	Date: September 29th, 2010 10:32 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sim/Stas/GRAY!

"GRAY!" Stas called cheerfully. True, he'd spent most of the party looking for Sunny (and then trying to make out with Sunny), but once she was back in the dorms he was free to enjoy the party with his drinking buddies.

The eye, which would surely be swollen shut by the morning was a story for after the spectacular fireworks display.

"Light it up," he nodded in agreement.

	From: gregoire	Date: September 30th, 2010 03:41 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sim/Stas/GRAY!

Gray nodded silently, and a few too many times--, giving his friends a thumbs-up, a wink and a grin. Something like an astronaut about to blast off into space.

He might has well have been, really. It probably would have been safer. The Canadian lit the fuses and hissed in pain as the metal part of his lighter singed his thumb, dropping it into the grass.

Sparks flew from the rockets as they finally lit properly--and he yelped, jumping back and brushing tiny embers from the fabric of his jeans as the fireworks made their way skywards.

	From: sim	Date: September 30th, 2010 09:29 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sim/Stas/GRAY!

Sim cheered as the firework took off, even with the ringing in his ears he could hear the whistling of it echoing around the clearing as everyone stopped and stared at it. It blast up through the trees (thankfully) and exploded into a shower of purple and red sparkles in the sky.

"Fuck yeah!"Sim shouted, jumping on Gray's back and rubbing the top ofhis head furiously with his knuckles.

	From: anastas	Date: October 1st, 2010 06:22 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Sim/Stas/GRAY!

Stas rushed forward and failed miserably in his attempt to jump on Sim's back. He landed on his own back laying in the singed dirt and looking up through the trees. Propped on his elbows he realized his attempted man pile would have ended badly anyway.

"Let us set some more things on fire," he suggested cheerfully from the ground, "after we find some more drinks."