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[color=slategray][sub]Featuring: [color=7A7690][b]Gary 'Pup' Reynolds[/b][/color] and [color=azure][b]Gwen 'Aces' Morgan[/b][/color]
Location: Dancefloor of the Destiny
Time: Still Party Time, Bitch
Collab with: [@BrutalBx][/sub][/color][/center][hr][hr]


Gary had already consumed three drinks and as many handfuls of pills. It should all kick in soon but right now he was dancing among the throng of students, hoping to get his blood pumping and speed up the intoxication. The minute everything hit, he shouted [color=7A7690][b]”YEAH, BITCH! LET’S PARTYYYY!”[/b][/color] at the top of his lungs, which was met with more cheers from the other, similarly intoxicated dancers. After a while, the drinks were going to his head, and he was tiring himself out from dancing, and he left the throng to stand at the sidelines for a breather.

It was here that he looked around, and saw a familiar face. He stared, trying to discern where he recognised her from, brows furrowing and forehead wrinkling in concentration. She looked quite gothic...then he remembered! She was the girl at this school who had that cool youtube channel he followed sometimes! Without thinking, he went over to her, and shouted over the music;

[color=7A7690][b]”Hey! I’m Gary! I’m a big fan of your Youtube channel!”[/b][/color]

Ace’s downed her drink and swiped another one from the table. The party was in full swing, everyone was pretty much drunk or high and Gwen was loving every second of it as with each new partygoer, there was more potential for a story for her channel.Just as she was about to take her drink, she noticed a boy approach her,she didn’t recognise his face. [color=azure]”Of course you are, most people are. Let me guess, you like the music episodes right? Wait did you just say your name is Gary? What are you like 40? No, you’re not Gary. From now on, we will call you...Pup on account of you smell like a dog”[/color]

If that was a hint, this sweaty 16 year old did not take it. He just laughed and shrugged. In his drunken, pill-addled mind, this conversation was going fantastically.  [color=7A7690][b]”Yeah, I’ve been dancing. Sorry about that. And I’d take ‘Pup’ over ‘Gareth’, honestly. Yeah, your music stuff’s good but I actually prefer it when you just talk about random shit, y’know?”[/b][/color]

[color=azure]”I see. So you’re one of the creeps that jerks off to my vids? You wouldn’t be the first of those to approach me at a party. It’s quite flattering really”[/color] Gwen jumped up and perched herself on the boats railing, crossing her enviably long legs as she did so. [color=azure]”So what is is you want little Pup? a bite? A bark? Or do you just want to hump my leg until I smack you on the nose with a rolled up newspaper?”[/color]

[color=7A7690][b]”I don’t jerk off to your vids,”[/b][/color] Gary answered, a bit put out by that assumption, as he leaned back against the rail. [color=7A7690][b]”Well, you look like you’re good for a drink, but I could get you the next one. Or we could dance.”[/b][/color]

[color=azure]”Fuck it you can do both”[/color] Gwen necked her beer and slammed it down on the table next to her. Strutting towards the dance floor, she tore off her denim vest and threw it onto a nearby chair, she span on her heel and beckoned the newly christened Pup over. Black fingernails trudged through her peroxide blonde hair as she swayed her dangerous curves towards the music. It wasn’t her style but she’d damned it she let the hosts bad taste in music stop her from having a good time. She rolled her hips to the beat, grinding her body against Gary. She was an angel of darkness, the night coursed through her veins like a drug, pushing her further towards ecstasy. The night was dark and full of terrors and she was the queen of the damned.

Gary was not a good dancer in the sense that he could waltz, or do the tango, but with enough drugs in his system, he could let the music into his body and let that move his body for him. He didn’t move wildly or erratically but that was still a sense when he danced that he had given up conscious control of his body and was now just [i]feeling[/i] the movements. His hands hovered over Gwen’s ass as his body moved with hers. He didn’t touch her unless she touched him first. This was a force it was better not to contain; a force you’d get the most out of by letting it happen and reaping the benefits. This state or two intoxicated teens letting it all go. This was what parties were about!

Ace’s high soon got low as she dropped down and rubbed herself against him. She showed off every dangerous curve she had as she moved, like a dirt road in the dead of night, she was ride or die. She arched into him, reaching her arms up and around the back of his head and into his long hair. [color=azure]”You enjoying yourself there, Pup? You like how it feels to have a hotter than hell harlot rub up against you?....you can touch me darling, I won’t bite unless you ask nice”[/color] With a grin across her face, Gwen took Gary’s hands and forced them around her waist.

Gary was grinning the whole time as their dancing got dirtier, smiling a rather cocky smile as he listened to Aces and her accompanying flirtatious talk. When his hands were placed around her waist, he couldn’t resist a cheeky, quick double squeeze of her ass, and bringing his face closer than hers, partly so he didn’t have to shout-flirt He was still sober enough to think that’s a bad idea at this fucking school. [color=7A7690][b]”I like the way you dance, and talk. I don’t know if you’re in the mood yet but I sure am.”[/b][/color]

[color=azure]”Yeah? You like how I talk dirty to you? Hmm…”[/color] Ace’s bit her lip as she span and pressed her ample chest against his. She pressed herself fully against Gary’s body and help his neck in her hands, standing on her toes as her five feet frame was too small to reach his face fully. Her mouth lingered over his, teasing him by sharing his breath. Her hand wandered to his cheek and she smiled seductively [color=azure]”You’re in the mood huh? Well I guess that means I’m done”[/color] the seductive whisper soon turned into a loud laughter as Gwen patted his cheek and pulled herself away. [color=azure]”Sorry there Pup, you’re just not my type...at least not tonight”[/color]

Gary stood there for a few seconds, totally blank and he processed, before chuckling dryly and scratching the back of his head. [color=7A7690][b]”Consider me officially blueballed. Still, the dancing was fun, and hot as fuck. Hit me up if you change your mind. I won’t be too far away.”[/b][/color] He flourished his surprisingly positive reaction with a wink.

[color=azure]”I’ll keep that in mind”[/color] a freshman handed Aces her jacket back and she hung it over her arm before picking up her beer. [color=azure]”You owe me a drink little doggy. Go fetch and then you can leave”[/color]

As Gary went to go get her the promised drink, he contemplated. He was not a submissive person, and never had been in the past, but something about Aces, man...When she called him ‘pup’ and commanded him like a servant, it was pretty hot. Maybe it’s a good thing she wasn’t interested. She’d probably utterly ruin him.