[center][h1][color=1b1464]Bradley[/color][/h1][/center]

[color=1b1464]"Well some faggot took my board, so maybe I might go with who ever's driving,"[/color] Bradley added, taking back the spliff and inhaled from the butt. He exhaled and got up from the couch, tossing the remote towards Aria, [color=1b1464]"Speaking of,"[/color] Bradley said, standing straight and clasping his hands. He took a deep breath, liking the silence, then broke it with a grin, [color=1b1464]"I'm throwing a rager tonight! It's going to be packed with friends, strangers from the school, hopefully attractive women. Who know,s I might score tonight. I've already got my stash in my closet, just going to check in with you all to see if it works. "[/color] He said this in a hole exhale, before walking towards the kitchen to get himself a shot of Reyka he had tucked into the fridge. Leaving the group to their thoughts and emotions about Bradley's sudden party announcement.

He came back, the shot glass on hand, finishing off the splint and flicking it away towards the trash can. Bradley dipped his head back and drank from the shot glass, turning it upside down and setting it on the nearest counter top. [color=1b1464]"There goes [i] one [/i person who can't drive."[/color]. Bradley took one of his sweaters and slung them on. He looked at Satan- that fucking cat! [color=1b1464]"The fuck you lookin' at?[/color]