[center][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/a97b75911644ccd12e4c56e79f49a1dd/tumblr_nq5aizgmrK1sqstgio6_250.gif[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/GUFnMbU.png[/img] [@Write] [@MissCapnCrunch] [@NeoAC] [@Altered Tundra][/center] Dallas beamed and winked at Milwaukee's Best, waving cheerfully at her from his perch upon the hood of Jonas' truck. Normally he'd be more than happy to team up with her and show everyone how a couple of truly alcohol besotted fuckups could marshal a beer pong table, but Marcy had finally arrived - and Dallas/Marcy were the fucking Road Warriors of this shit, five years running. As much as he would have preferred to make up the messy bitch tandem of Dustyn/Kelse-- [color=6ecff6][i]Kelsey![/i][/color] [color=6ecff6]"I gotcha, Kelsey,"[/color] he crowed, clearly pleased at her name finally clicking in his head - even if he wouldn't let on that it had been plaguing him all day. [color=6ecff6]"I gotcha on sex, too, if that's an open invitation, Dust. Marcy, form up, bitch. We march, we happy few, onto the battlefield ag--"[/color] [color=goldenrod]β€œOuchies!”[/color] Dallas visibly deflated at the familiar sound of his little sister. Although she was the first person he'd invited, out of courtesy and a deep fraternal love for including his sister in things, he was hoping that Viv's general naivety and klutzy nature wouldn't go so far as to actively cockblock his dreams of a good night. Clearly he had chosen to put his faith in the wrong place again. Explained why he was still a Catholic. [color=6ecff6]"How hard did you hit your head, kiddo?"[/color] he called out. [color=6ecff6]"Need any ice?"[/color] [hr] [center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/f8Xy1av.gif[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/btJyGYh.png[/img] [@Krayzikk] [@Write] [@Dirty Pretty Lies][/center] [center][i][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jV5_wboxsq4][color=9e0b0f]got my a machines on the table got my b machines in the drawer got my a machines on the table got my b machines in the drawer[/color][/url][/i][/center] Dana bobbed patiently on top of her keg. She had been given an empty one to sit on top of while she vetted people who were either not cool enough or too belligerent to be allowed near Dallas. He was mainly worried about the 'not cool enough' part; more than likely he would have thrived off of some belligerence at the lake this evening, but it was the first day of school and he had been convinced by onii-chan that he was already willfully toeing a number of lines this evening already. Instead the task of cleaning up the undesirables was left to Dana. Dallas had scribbled something onto a nametag and slapped it onto the chest of the coat she'd changed into. [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/5iBnLLC.png[/img][/center] C.G.B.G. Her mouth formed the letters with a faint wonder, trying to grasp the intricacies of both the acronym and the son of the sun's deranged, partied out, nympho-maniacal brain. She didn't know why he made such a big deal out of it. She hadn't even brought her biggest pistol, let alone her biggest gun. It was safe under her coat waiting. She straightened her back proudly, gingerly crossing and uncrossing her feet at the ankles and staring at the surface of her boots. She was growing very bored waiting to prove her dominance over drunk people - and her favorite person was not quite drunk enough for Dana to accost her yet. She tilted her head back to Rebekah and Rhea; they were both still sober and watching Dallas uneasily, as if he would still be the biggest problem that evening. Maybe he would be. That would be very Dallas of him. If only there were a way for her to start trouble, in order to solve trouble...without having to start or solve trouble with her friends... [color=9e0b0f][i]A-ha![/i][/color] Problem solver Dana-chan! [indent][b]To: Ari-chan πŸ’• (For Shopping)[/b] [color=9e0b0f][i]hello ari-chan!![/i][/color][/indent] That was a very polite opening text, along the lines of what she usually sent. Dana waited a few seconds to imagine that Ariana had said hello back before she sent her second text. [indent][b]To: Ari-chan πŸ’• (For Shopping)[/b] [color=9e0b0f][i]the party at the lake is beginning. i am on security. unfortunately no one is fighting yet. so you should come! give boys reasons to fight! then we can slay them[/i][/color] [b]To: Ari-chan πŸ’• (For Shopping)[/b] [color=9e0b0f][i]metaphorically. for you. literally for me.[/i][/color][/indent] Bringing an Aphrodite girl would spark [i]many[/i] fights. Then Dana's job as security girl could truly begin. The Japanese girl grinned, feet kicking with excited little [i]bangs[/i] against the empty metal drum where she sat.