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[h2][color=6ecff6]Dallas Relo[/color][/h2]
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[color=6ecff6]"Hey, [i]Jaime Lannister![/i] You wanna fucking suck my dick, or what?"[/color]

The defensive yell came from the bed of Jonas Highwind's red pickup truck, rolling towards the lake at a speed low enough to stifle the angry American bellow of the Hemi engine, but the angry cadence and righteous indignation was textbook golden sun god. Even though the sun had mostly dipped behind the surface of the lake and its surrounding trees, the sky was still painted a series of erratic swaths, all magenta and orange, kissed by the surface of the sun. Even the meager power that his body still derived from the sun was enough for him to put a foot up onto the side of the truck's bed and hop down from it. He was holding a keg in each hand, and he dropped them unceremoniously onto the ground. A ferocious [i]CLANG[/i] rang out in unison, and Dallas turned to face the pair of Salem witches. There was a cigarette hanging from his lips, only dimly lit, but his blue eyes were blazing.

[color=6ecff6]"Now, maybe there's not a rule against having creepy Wiccan rituals on school grounds, but there [i]is[/i] one about supplying for underage kids who want to drink on campus. Fucking Helena was all over me from the second I walked out of the orientation. It's a testament to my fucking brilliance that this is happening at all. Besides, everyone [i]I[/i] told about tonight was told [i]specifically[/i] that everyone should bring their own refreshments as much as possible. If I'd known you were thirsty I would have tried to bring some lamb's blood. [i][b]Jonas,[/b][/i] what the [i]fuck?[/i] Are they still behind us?"[/color]

[color=ed1c24]"Pulling up now. You gotta relax, dude. Breaths. Slow and deep,"[/color] said the driver of the truck. Jonas' younger sister was sitting on top of the truck, impeccably balanced, sipping from a glass Coke bottle with a long, slim red straw. Dana was looking down at the tense scene on the ground with wolfish amusement. Hopefully if anything came to blows she could score the last one. 

[color=6ecff6]"Fuck you too,"[/color] Dallas replied, taking a long drag on his cigarette. He did take a deep breath, though, once he saw his own car pulling up behind them. Rhea was behind the wheel, with Marcella in shotgun. The backseat, such as it was, had been filled up with more cooolers of beer. There was space in the trunk, too; Dallas had made the hard choice to put a third and final keg in the back of his own car, instead of his gut instinct to rig the subs. His car was the one with the premium sound system, but there was a lot more room for speakers in Jonas' truck than there was in his car. 

And he had known that some pissants wouldn't bring their own fucking beer. This is why he loved...

...

[color=6ecff6][i]Kelso.[/i][/color]

[sub][right][color=6ecff6][i]I'll probably remember it right on fucking accident later.[/i][/color][/right][/sub]

She and Dustyn always brought enough beer to keep the fucking troops happy.

Dallas doubled back to his car and hefted the third keg out of the trunk of his car, gripping it with the hand he wasn't using to balance his cigarette. Sensing she was needed, Dana slid off of her brother's truck and meandered over to Dallas' Subaru. Rhea rolled down the driver's seat window and tilted her head out the window. He winked at Marcy in the passenger's seat before leaning against the WRX to talk to the other two girls.

[color=6ecff6]"You two are on security tonight. Dana, you do what you always do if shit starts. Otherwise, you just mingle with your shopping buddies. Rhea, you remember what we talked about? You hang by the lake. Anyone we like falls in, you spit 'em back out."[/color]

[color=00a99d]"What if we don't like them?"[/color]

Dallas had figured his briefing was self-explanatory and completed, and he was already three steps away from the Subaru bringing the keg over to complete the trinity. The question, it seemed, had stunned him to his core; he turned on one heel to look incredulously at her. 

[color=6ecff6]"[i]Qu'est-ce que tu fais?"[/i][/color]

Marcella laughed from the passenger's seat.

[color=6ecff6]"Rhea, what strategies did we devise for saving people we don't like?"[/color]

[color=00a99d]"Nothing."[/color]

[color=6ecff6]"Then, by implication, you know what to do if someone we don't like is drowning. Don't sweat the small shit, alright? It's a new year."[/color] Dallas lifted up the keg again and carried it back to the truck, dropping it beside the other two and banging on the side of the truck twice. [color=6ecff6]"Joey! Music. I left my phone in there, just play from there."[/color]

He had brought enough beer to cover the partygoers in his own crew, as well as most people who were too stupid to follow their own instructions or basic party etiquette; he had brought the music; a bonfire wasn't in the plans, but the night was still young. Some of the fierce, angry energy seemed to ebb away from Dallas, and he slid onto the hood of Jonas' truck with a cheeky grin. He puffed his cigarette towards Damien coquettishly. 

[color=6ecff6]"See, asshole? I'm ten minutes late, but where I tread, the good times follow. You're gonna be fucking creepy forever. No schedule's helping that."[/color]