If you got jack in your cup, Go raise it up! If you ain’t got enough,
Go fill it up!

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It had only been half an hour into the party, and Mack had already yelled at some kid. She was pretty sure he was just some high school freshman, but you didn't come to her party and the spill your drink on her. Especially not on her shoes, that was just wrong. She was making her way back towards the beer pong after chasing the kid around when she spotted Michi standing at the bar.

"Well howdy there ma'," She said sidling over. She tipped her hat at her friend and grinned. She wondered briefly where Hunter had run off to, the taller girl had been a total sap since getting Michi back. She loved her best friend dearly, but she was ready to strangle the other blonde if she had to hear mushy stuff again. "What's a pretty lady like yourself doing all alone? Can I get you a drink?"

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"It just so happens I lost my date, I don't know how seeing as though she's got legs for days and she's wearing a bright yellow dress," Michiko grinned brightly when Mack found her and tipped her hat. "How can I say no to someone who looks so dapper?" she grinned. "What're you serving?"

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"Hunt better be careful," the blonde joked, winking at Michi. "Someone might just come along and swoop you up if she doesn't keep an eye on you!" She laughed, scanning the growing crowed to see if she could spot the goofy blonde girl. When her efforts came up empty, she shrugged and walked around the bar so she could mix drinks for the two of them. "I don't know how that knuckle head does it, she was always the best at hide-and-seek when we were kids."

She placed two cups on the bar between them and grinned at Michi. "Anything you like 'mam," she drawled, playing up her accent and grinning. "I don't like to brag, but I'm quite the drink mixer."

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I'm comin' in hot, you heard me. And I'ma make it rain on the girl who serves me

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Dani had commandeered a silly party hat from one of the freshmen in Shenandoah and had proceeded in harassing everyone at the party and challenging almost every quodpot player she came across to an arm wrestling match just to see who she could best. With a fresh Colt 45 forty ounce in hand she strutted her way over to a familiar looking figure in red. "You!" she shouted as jovially and loud as possible.

She grinned drunkenly. "I have a boys name and you have a boys name. Let's arm wrestle!"

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Eden had been leaning against a tree and taking in the mood. She didn't really want to talk to anyone here, but if any drama started she would kick herself for missing it. At the sound of the "you!" Eddie had tried her best to ignore the call, scratching her nose and hoping it would go away. When it was obvious that Dani was talking to her, she faced the other girl and broke out into a half smile.

"Well, shit. How many times have I gotta save your ass on the field before you understand I'm stronger than you" Eden joked, pushing herself off of the tree and clinking her can of beer with her housemate's.

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"Only about a million times kid," she said clinking beer cans with Eden. She took a long chug and then belched loudly. "You gotta remember by now how thick my skull is," she joked.

"How the fuck have you been stranger?" she asked the younger girl. She knew Eden wasn't the most social of creatures but Dani liked the younger girl, whatever that meant. She shrugged it off for the most part as a camaraderie thing.

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Bastian felt a little out of his depth what with it being the first party of the year and in fact the first party he had even attended in this country. He cursed himself under his breath for once again, dressing entirely too warmly and settled for flopping onto the ground on top of his coat and opening a beer. It was a mystery where all these students got alcohol from, Bas had had enough trouble trying to procur some himself.

Sipping quietly he contented himself with people watching, smiling at whoever caught his eye and laughing at some of the more outgoing kid's antics.

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Sunny had found herself tipsy pretty early. She had barely touched a drop all summer and so the first big party of the year meant a few shots of tequila was all she would need to keep a good buzz on the whole night. Prancing around the party she made sure to say hello to everyone until she tangled herself up and almost tripped over someone sitting on the ground.

With her legs tangled in his jacket she plunked down next to him and smiled brightly. "Hi!" her cheeks were flaring red already. "I didn't mean to trip on you!" she giggled tipsily. "You must be new!" she said excitedly. "You've got to be new if you're bringing a parka to the first party," she noted as she untangled herself from his jacket. "What's your name? Where you from? Are you in the University?" she questioned excitedly. "Oh sorry, I know, overwhelming, I talk really fast," she put her hand over her own mouth to quiet herself for just a minute.

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Sometimes Samir wondered if the staff at Blue Ridge turned a blind eye to parties. Within an hour of being back with the students he had found out the time, place and dress code for the first party of the year just from snatches of conversation. Naturally, he had informed Gemma, who had been most eager to come down and supervise the thing.

They had made arrangements to meet and Samir had turned up when he was sure there would be the most students. Perhaps then he would go mostly unrecognised, since he was probably not technically taking his job seriously if he was attending illegal campus parties. It had never been covered in the contract but Samir felt it was a given that this would be frowned upon.

Lurking near the outskirts he waited for Gemma, smoking a cigarette and drinking from a beer lazily. The student chat was even more inane outside of class and Sam had spent agreat deal of the night marvelling that he was ever sixteen and interested in any of the bullshit teenagers loved. Nodding at a student who had noticed him, Samir walked in the opposite direction to avoid a conversation, spotting who he had been waiting for.

"Took your time" he muttered as he ambled towards her, smiling crookedly. "Tell me again why this is a good idea" he added skeptically, side stepping what he assumed was a puddle of vomit.

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Blue Ridge School had been a joke to her the past few years but then again her gently fading sanity was no help to that. She had seen it as an opportunity, the kids were easily influenced and more likely to mold than adults and the faculty's heads were so far shoved up their own asses they would barely notice a change at all. These were perfect recruiting grounds.

She pulled her sweater tighter around her body as she emerged from the woods and smiled at Samir. Regardless of how late she was, she knew he would always wait for her. He was really one of the only things she had left, one of the only things she could count on.

Gemma looped arms with him and smiled warmly. "Because my darling, these are the breeding grounds of revolution," she gestured grandly with one arm. "Glorious in all it's... carnage," her nostrils flared as she witnessed a teenager puking into a bush.

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Once Hunter had heard through the social grape-vine that Sera's Head Girlfriend and mother hen wasn't going to be coming to their beginning of the year bash, the blonde girl's brain had kicked into overdrive with schemes. It had been a whole summer since she or Mack had seen Sera, or gotten to torment her, and she wasn't about to pass up an opportunity to harass her heartily. With love, of course! But still relentless.

The younger girl had helped them to set up the clearing and things earlier, taking several chances to correct Hunter on her levitation spells, but the blonde had let her out of her sight and now the brunette had wandered off somewhere to mingle in the growing crowd. That was fine, it worked just like Hunter planned, in fact.

They had a few dares and drinks ready for their younger friend, but they needed to catch her eye again before that could happen.

Making her way up to the DJ booth with her beer still in one hand, Hunter leaned in to whisper something in his ear, nodding quickly afterward and then grabbing up the microphone. She shot a cheeky grin to Mack, who was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs leading up to the platform the booth was on. "I'd like to go ahead and dedicate this song to my favorite Queen of the Nerds, Sera Donnelly-Rousseau! Y'know this one makes ya wet, baby!" Hunter's voice boomed across the speakers.

The people who had been previously dancing to a fast paced beat, which was now replaced with the slow paced song the blonde had requested, looked puzzled. No one really danced to it, and someone even began to boo, before Hunter quickly grabbed the microphone again and told them to shut the fuck up already.

She bounded down the steps to where Mack was waiting, meeting her best friend in a double high five as the song droned on behind them. This would get Queenie's attention for sure, where ever she was Hunter was sure that she was fuming and blushing as soon she heard the first notes of the song. She was probably already heading their way to tell them to cut it out.

Just as planned.

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Sera wasn't far from the DJ booth when she heard her friend grab the microphone, there was no mistaking that southern accent. When she heard what the blond was actually saying, Sera stood scowling over in Hunter`s direction. How dare she say something like that in front of all these people? She could already hear a few people around her snickering and turning around to look at her. Even if this was a university party, people still knew who she was. Her face darkened even more when the song, that had been a very private song of their's started to blast from the speakers.

Shifting her eyes through the crowd she started to make her way over towards them. She didn't know what made her more furious, what the blond had actually said or that she was playing that stupid song. Reaching the booth, she approached the older girl and was far from surprised to also find Mack standing there.

"How dare you two." She almost growled, the look on her face said exactly how she was feeling, slightly embarrassed and very very pissed off. "Why the hell would you say something like that in front of all this people?" She yelled, without realizing really just how loud she was being and scowling even harder than before at the two of them. "I'm serious I want an answer I really don't find it funny."

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I'm gonna chase this whiskey with Patrón, I wanna girl on my lap and a jägerbomb!

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Mack stumbled a bit as she made her way back towards the bar. She had just been taking care of a few things in the woods with the brunette she has been talking up. Now she was in need of another drink. Sidling up to the bar, she slid onto the only available stool and raised her arm at the bar keep. After receiving her drink of choice, jack and coke, she turned to her right to scan the bar area. There was no sign of Hunter or Michi, and even little sister seemed to have disappeared. Turning back to the bar, her eyes caught a flash of red hair. 

Grinning slightly, she leaned forward to make sure that it was, in fact, the red head she was thinking of. To her excitement, Mack confirmed that it was Tatum and cleared her throat with a small smile. Sera had told her earlier that if she could somehow get the other girl to talk about her favorite green leaf, she could get Tatum to talk to her. Usually, the blondes attempts ended with Tatum running off, or the blonde getting smacked, even if that had only happened once. 

"Partying hard?" She asked with a charming smile. She raised her drink slightly in the younger girls direction. "Or hardly partying?" 

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Tatum was usually somewhat reluctant to journey out to parties, unless she had a particularly large batch of weed dried up. Since she had just spent an entire summer showing special attention to her little growing operation in the woods, the work had paid off. She had stepped out of her dormitory earlier in the evening with a fresh selection bagged up for sale, and if she couldn't buy that 3DS she wanted by tomorrow, she'd eat her hat.

Her lack of social skills often made selling a challenge. It was part of why it was.. well, part-time. She could man up for a few nights every party or so, but thankfully growing her own product meant that things took time. She enjoyed the little breaks in between, because nights like tonight were sometimes too much. She had already had two drinks slopped on her, and only one of them was her own. Neither had been her fault, but rather people just failing to notice she existed.

Returning to the bar, the redhead was weakly trying to get the bartenders attention, when suddenly Mackenzie was sidling up beside her. Fixing her with a suave little smile that made the younger girl falter slightly at the sight of it. Did she have to go around acting like she was such hot shit? Emphasis, unfortunately Tatum realized, on the hot part of that review.

"Uhm," she began lamely, swallowing hard and turning to look over her shoulder. Half to check to make sure Hunter wasn't with her, and half to see if Sera might come over and save her. She doubted the latter, of course. It had been Sera's fault that Mack had ever turned her eyes on her in the first place. She had been the one to 'set them up' so to speak. So much as she wanted to enjoy a few minutes of a pretty girl's attention, it just wasn't that simple.

"Working. S-Sort of," Tatum finally answered, looking over to where the bartender was serving another girl who had arrived later than her, still not noticing her. She had finished off her bottle of pink lemonade vodka already, and she felt a little drunk, but not nearly enough to fall for the looks the blonde girl was still giving her. She could feel her cheeks flushing under her gaze. "W-What's up with.. uhm, you? Like, it's.. your party. I guess."

One of her hands, shaking slightly, shot out and picked up her mostly empty plastic cup that was resting on the bar waiting to be refilled. She slurped down the last of the contents, staring into the empty bottle instead of making eye contact.

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I drink a fifth of vodka till it’s gone, and if it feels so good then it can't be wrong.

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Sam had to admit he always loved the back to school parties even if he did tend to end up dragging everyone's asses home at the end of the night. He preferred all his friend's stay safe and if that meant having to buy a new pair of kicks because one of them so happened to puke on them, so be it.

He was just tuning his guitar strings for some midnight jamming around the camp fire when he caught sight of Tatum. She looked pretty upset and with all the drinking and smoking going on, that never seemed like a good combination. He stood from his log and walked over to his friend, plunking down next to her. "Hey kid," he said quietly, putting his hand on her shoulder. "You okay?"

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Tatum hadn't really been sure where to go after her encounter with Mack. She had ended up at the camp fire, knees pulled up to her chest and just staring into the flames blankly. She knew her eyes were still red and puffy, and her hands were shaking although they were clasped tightly in her lap in an attempt to stop it. Whenever she saw Mack, she tried to keep up her composure around the blonde girl but Mackenzie always seemed to find a way to get under her skin or just totally fluster her and freak her out.

Tonight had been no exception. Why had Sera done this to her? Even if she couldn't admit the truth, Sera obviously knew the truth, and she couldn't just let it go. Why did she have to try to set her up with Mackenzie Dubinsky, of all of the girls in the school? She was so damn persistent, not to mention incredibly gorgeous, which made turning her down twice the hell that it normally was.

It was hard enough to be a teenager without all of the relationship drama. Why hadn't she just been born asexual or something? Reproducing by cloning herself through cell division or something? She would have been okay with that.

Sniffling slowly, and wishing she had a drink although she was already too drunk and weepy as it was, Tatum fumbled a crushed looking joint out of the pocket of her jeans and began to struggle to light it. When Sam plunked down, she looked up, managing a weak smile from around the sad little spliff in her lips. "Hey you," she greeted him back. It wasn't really an easy question to answer, and she faltered when he questioned her.

"Sorta. Just-- this girl.. being a bitch. Sort of."

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I'm comin' in hot, you heard me, and we be taking shots and if not you nerdy!

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Michi had hit the party pretty hard. After everything with Pascual and Hunter and starting a whole new semester at the University level, she just needed to relax. After about twenty four packets of skittles and a ton of vodka though, she was stumbling around in her heels, looking for a good place to hide her face while she puked.

Falling to her knees near a bush she just lost the contents of her stomach. "Oh fuck, when did I became a light weight?" she asked herself after wiping her mouth. She wasn't up for long though as her stomach heaved more rainbow puke into the bushes.

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Hunter had just shot off the last two fireworks from the few she had brought along. She had narrowly escaped the last one exploding in her fist, but everything had worked out for the best, and the blonde was backing up and wiping her hands on the front of her bright yellow dress as she watched the colored sparks exploding in the sky. "This is the best night ever!" she practically screamed, met by enthusiastic noises in response.

With her beer in hand a smile on her face, she almost tripped over Michiko as she was turning to head away from the empty pile of fireworks and head back toward where the bar was still set up. People were thinning out slowly, and she was hoping she could get a blender of mojitos made or something without having to wait in line for an hour.

"Oh hey babe!" she greeted the younger girl cheerfully enough, wincing her eyes shut as Michi threw up again. "Pfft, what a light weight," she teased, unknowingly echoing the other girl's thoughts. Crouching down to her knees, the blonde girl sidled her way up beside her girlfriend and pulled her hair back and away from her face, holding it loosely. With her other hand, she rubbed Michi's face in slow deliberate circles. Long before they had dated, in between dating, and pretty much every party since they had met, they took care of each other at parties. This was just habit, though there was a much more concerned than usual look on the drunken blonde's face.

"Did you drink the worm? Ya never drink the worm.."

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It was always the best end to a party when you were lying belly down in the mulch searching for a long lost can of beer. "I fuckin' left you right here you fuckin' shit eater" Eden was mumbling to herself, grasping behind a bush when her grasped something solid and found it connected to a human being. A girl, specifically.

"Hey bitch, did you steal my beer? Jus' be a fuckin' man and own up!"

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Tatum's night had mostly been a series of ups and down. It had started out all right, gotten shitty after Mack, and then picked up a bit after a little while with Sam. She had made a few more sales and now had less than half of her pound left and more than enough money to get herself that 3DS as soon as possible.

Overall, she was feeling pretty good, and had made her way over to the edge of the clearing to sit behind some bushes. She was lighting up her last joint before she planned to head back to campus, her phone in her hands as she typed out a semi-coherent drunk text to Colin. The lovely Maine boyfriend who had, inadvertently in his defense, caused most of her bullshit tonight.

She had just sent the message off when there was suddenly someone grabbing the bottom of her leg. Instinctively, she drew back, kicking her leg a bit to shake the person off. "W-What?" she slurred back, coughing a bit on smoke. "I didn't-- I just-- I don't... I don't e-even drink beer, h-honest!"

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