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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KQ4l7d0LMO0][i]"I pulled the trigger on our love
Keep messing me around
Got my finger on the gun
Bang bang I shot you down"[/i][/url]

[u][b]Location:[/b][/u] The Party of the Century @ Tis' Beach
[u][b]Interacting With:[/b][/u] Rex-Money [@lovely complex], Jareth [@Silent Observer]
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Coffee Guy's rejection lingered on Sierra like a dark cloud, dampening her mood for the rest of the week. She had decided to put all of her efforts into getting the elusive brown-skinned guy to at least acknowledge her: purposely walking past him, winking at him, making eyes and inviting gestures at him, even going as far as flashing him a peek of her lacy underwear that morning. But her efforts were in vain, because the only response that she got from Jason was him avoiding looking at her and rushing away as fast as he could. To make matters worse, Sierra and her mother had gotten into a heated argument that afternoon; one not even her stepfather could save her off. The whole week had been a piece of shit, and the only reason Sierra hadn't had one of her complete losses of control was because of the distraction of helping her Rex-Money plan his party.

The hidden beach the Surfer Chick had offered up as the venue was very difficult to get to, but for all the right reasons: a gem like that was better off being kept away from the general public who would most likely destroy it. Throughout the week Sierra and the rest of the animals gathered the party's 'necessities', and arrived at the venue right after school to set it all up and make sure everything looked amazing. To their delight, their efforts had been worth it: the paradise beach was now covered in neon, making its beauty even more ethereal and pleasing to the eye. The DJ was already busy playing a sick beat, the booze and refreshments waited in the tables and the weed was due to arrive soon. Once the guests arrived, the party of the century would get started.

At the last minute, Sierra had decided the party needed something sweet, so she embarked on the task of rushing over to the nearest Walmart to buy some cupcakes and back to the party just before the lesser important guests began arriving. The young woman placed the cupcakes in a free spot on the nearest table and made her way to the shore: she wanted to savor the feeling of the ocean breeze on her exposed skin and the sound of the waves before the beach got too crowded. Blue eyes staring at the movement of the vast ocean in front of her, Sierra stood on the spot. 

Too caught up in trying to find the peace she had been missing that past week, Sierra didn't notice Rhett approaching until a pair of strong muscled arms wrapped her in a warm hug from behind. While silence lingered for a brief moment, Sierra turned her head closer to Rhett's until their cheeks were pressing up against each other while tangling her fingers with his. She closed her eyes as the scent of his cologne hit her, the corners of her mouth turning up into a little smile, thus making Rex's sweet gesture the reason her lingering anger finally began dissipating. Any outsider might come across the sight and think it was a sweet moment shared by a loving couple, but that was the thing about Rex and Sierra: their friendship was so close there were no boundaries between them.

When the goofball that was her best friend considered the silence had gone on too long, he used his loud, enthusiastic voice to break it by ask her if she was hyped for this party or not. Sierra grimaced a little, a little sad that she was brought back to the present. [color=darkred]"If this had been any other week, I'd sure as fuck be as hyped as you are. But with the shitty week I've just had, hype is not something in my current vocabulary. All I can say is that we'll see how shit goes down, but at least we did a hell of a job in the decorations department. This shit is lit as fuck."[/color]

Sadly ending the hug, Rex let Sierra go and began to shake a spray paint can she hadn't even noticed he was carrying while proposing that they make a game for the night. Intrigued, Sierra was quick to put a stop to his attempt at rambling away off topic, but was unprepared for when the young man surprised her by aiming the can at her flat torso and drawing a messy star on her stomach. Sierra shrieked as the cold neon paint made contact with her skin, but one look at the star Rhett had drawn and she was giggling a little. However, his next words caused her to go on a small fit of sarcastic laughter:

[i][color=ffbf00]I'm ready to get stupid and I bet your ass I can top you at any dare.[/color]"[/i]

[color=darkred]"What more stupid can you get?"[/color] Sierra told Rhett, giving him a grin to make sure he knew she was just joking. Rex was actually a super smart dude, even if he [i]could[/i] do stupid shit from time to time. But it was mostly when he hung out with that walking catastrophe that was Jackson Drake. God, she disliked that dude. [color=darkred]"Actually, don't answer that. And you bet your sexy ass I'll take you up on that challenge! Beating you on dares will be a piece of cake. But first... PAYBAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!"[/color] she shouted before grabbing one of the super soakers that had been on the floor beside her and drawing a messy neon blue heart on Rhett's chiseled chest. Once done, she took a moment to appreciate her handiwork, but surprisingly found herself distracted by her friend's abs. [color=darkred]"Damn, Rex-Money. If I had known those abs were hiding under your shirts, I would've had my way with you a long time ago."[/color] she commented, giving Rhett's chest one last appreciative glance before turning her blue eyes to his handsome face, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at him. It wasn't like she was checking Rhett out or anything. He was her best bro, her homeboy, the brother she'd never had. There was no way anything but a super tight friendship would [i]ever[/i] be happening.

The Dynamic Duo been too busy talking to one another to notice their close peeps arriving until a familiar voice greeted the party host. Sure enough, none other than Jareth Wells was fist-bumping Rhett in front of her. For the duration of the summer and up to now she had completely forgotten Rex and Jar were bros as well. [i]Great: another reason to be salty...[/i] Sierra thought in annoyance, but she didn't let it show.

[color=darkred]"Hey Jar,"[/color] Sierra coolly greeted the tall, thin young man who had driven her so crazy a few months ago, calling his attention to her long enough for him to notice she was there. It seemed like forever since the last time they had interacted. [color=darkred]"Check it out, dude. We've got a glowing paint war zone party here.[/color] She pointed to the glowing heart in Rhett's chest. [color=darkred]"An example of my handiwork.[/color]