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[b]Featuring[/b]: Charlotte and Connor
[b]Location[/b]: God knows where
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As the music continued to rumble the ground underneath her, Charlotte remained dormant compared to the rest of the partygoers that were there. Especially compared to those group of frat-boys that dubbed themselves the “Elite”. They were just about guaranteed to be at this party, and Charlotte was feeling something that could be described as partially enthusiastic, but mostly afraid of what they had in store when it came to parties like this. Alcohol was everywhere, even the punch, as Charlotte could feel it burning in her throat as she took small sips. She couldn’t find any of her buddies, not even her softball teammate, Hana. For a party that she was invited to it was rather disheartening that nobody that she knew was around. Still though, the party was only getting started, at least for her. 

Connor had split from the fold as they wandered toward the rest of the crowd. Nothing personal, just he was very drunk, and rather emotional as a result of his friends reappearing like they had. As a result of his state of mind, there was really only one possible option: more alcohol. [i]Always more alcohol.[/i] So, he split from his Elite, and drifted toward the drinks, though once he got closer, he made out someone that he liked standing there. Charlotte. The, uh… ball… player. Couldn’t remember. Too much alcohol. Or, maybe not enough. Either way, Connor liked what she was wearing. Short shorts best shorts, or something to that effect. Connor stepped behind Charlotte and did the only thing that could bee expected of him: he grabbed her butt.

[color=d32626]”Hi. I’m drunk. Wanna make out?”[/color] What? Connor would have done the same thing sober. Lowered inhibitions? As fucking if, Connor was just a horny teenager.

Charlotte had spaced out and was doing her best to tune out that 2009 “party music”. Whoever was DJing this party needed a few refreshers or too, she felt trapped in 2009 and that wasn’t good at all. Where were the current trap slappers? It was disappointing, but Charlotte had been to worse. She took another sip of the punch and she was slowly swaying along to the music. Now that she had a bit of alcohol in her system she figured that the party wasn’t so bad at all.

That was, until she felt a firm grip on her ass. She was expecting some fuckboy who had been trying to get at her since her first day of high school to have gripped her ass. Charlotte almost jumped at the chance to shut his ass down and deny his (most likely) very tiny penis some action. Charlotte slowly turned around, and instead saw the irrecognizable six foot six inch, two hundred and thirty five pound body of Connor. She was about to have a scowl on her face up until she locked gazes with Connor’s cute blue eyes.

[color=fff79a]”Connor…”[/color] Charlotte smirked, [color=fff79a]”You think you can have your way with just about everyone, huh?”[/color] The basketball player was practically piercing through Connor’s eyes with that gaze of her’s. It was very intense. She put a hand on Connor’s chest and gave a light shove. [color=fff79a]”Let’s go.”[/color]

Hey, winning. Damn it felt good to be a gangsta. Or, really tall, and really hot. Could go either way, honestly. Didn’t matter the [i]reasoning[/i] what mattered was that she was [i]totally[/i] down-to-fuck. Score. Assuming he didn’t have whiskey dick… and if he did, he could only really blame his friends, showing up randomly after he’d already drunk himself into oblivion.

[color=d32626]”My place or yours? Or we can do it here, see where it goes. Don’t matter to me.”[/color] Connor was all smiles. Even while drunk, this [i]shit was still easy.[/i]

In all honesty, Charlotte didn’t know why she was compelled to go do the dirty deed with Connor out all the people in the world. She knew very well that he had been around more women than most men do in their lifetime. Something about his tall, flawless body had just drawn her in, like an ant to sugar. Her face was slowly becoming redder, as she looked into his eyes. He was drunk, based on the smell of alcohol on him, but so was she, so it didn’t matter.

[color=fff79a]”Let’s just see where it goes…”[/color] Charlotte trailed as she wrapped an arm around Connor’s torso, trying to keep him close so that she sent the message that he was strapped for now. If nothing else, the message was received, as Connor’s arms looped around Charlotte’s waist. The taller man leaned down to the shorter girl’s lips and kissing her, though it was short and brief.

Connor’s mind briefly strayed, remembering what day it was: Friday. That meant tomorrow was Saturday, Olivia day… Well, Connor was in a good mood. The boys were back! He had to celebrate. Maybe it was the alcohol, but he figured that Olivia could survive one morning without him there to watch cartoons with her. What? It was a [i]celebratory[/i] night.

Okay, fine, it was totally the alcohol…

[color=d32626]”Are you sure? My house is like, empty.”[/color] [i]Except for my younger sister[/i]. Eh, details. Not important. [color=d32626]”It’ll be fun.”[/color]

Charlotte walked along with Connor, her arm wrapped around him as she listened to him try to persuade her into going back to Connor’s house. Charlotte had every intention in the world not to go, but a (mostly) empty house all to themselves? It sounded way better than doing [i]whatever it was they were going to do[/i] wherever they were going to do originally.

Finally giving in, the tall Asian girl rolled her eyes, and sighed. [color=fff79a]”Fuck it, let’s go.”[/color] Charlotte nudged Connor with her shoulder, trying to get him to take her back to his house.