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Playing the game of cat and mouse was not something Julie was used to usually boys came to her and usually she had no interest in them. But tonight was a different story. Reli had hurt her so deep and she wanted him to feel some of that pain. So since she had sent her reply to the half naked diver the redhead had cast quick glances his way. But as soon as their eyes met she quickly busied herself with either her girls or whoever was closest.

In the short time she had been there Julie had also had a few vodka on the rocks. So the fire inside her had been fueled with 70 proof vodka. The girl felt braver than ever before but her decision making was probably on an all time low.

“You having fun Jules? That costume is banging!” came a burly voice from behind her. Julie turned around with a quick flick of her blue eyes towards her target before facing the big footballer who was trying to get her attention.

“Oh my Joshua… Your costume is so… inventive.” she said trying to hide her judgemental glare. The boy had just put on his football gear and threw on some zombie makeup.

“Hah! Yeah! I’m a football player… that died!” he said proudly.

Julie nodded “Genius…” she smiled sweetly at him as a a plan started to form in her drunken brain. She stepped closer to Josh tracing a finger up his arm as she did so. “I bet you get a lot of compliments for these...guns” she mentally cringed at herself.

The footballer tensed up as he didn’t think he would’ve gotten this far let alone having the girl touch him. “Uh… Uhm. Yeah, yeah all the time. They get bigger!” He chuckled as he flexed the bicep that Julie had her hand on. “And that’s not all that ge-”

“Shut up!” Jule interrupted before he could finish his sentence then she went in for the kill. Putting her other hand on his neck and pulling him towards her for a deep kiss. It was the longest, wettest 5 seconds she had ever experienced. She pushed the boy of her and sneaked a peak over his shoulder and saw a fleeting moment of disappointment before Reli gave her a determined nod… She knew she had gotten to him.

Josh just stood there dumbfounded blinking slowly. The red head stared at him “You can go now.” she said with a flick of her wrist.

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L o c a t i o n • Kavi’s House (near beverages table)
I n t e r a c t i o n s • The Almost Boyfriend & The Missed Bestie


Since arriving at Kavi’s house, a place she had been many times (though not recently due to obvious reasons), she was definitely having a blast. Even though she was mostly keeping to Oliver, she still could say she was enjoying herself. She didn’t know where she and Oliver stood as far as what they were to each other. And she tried not to think about that -- she really did -- but every time she looked at his skeleton makeup, she thought about how they had to spend extra minutes in his car fixing it after she attacked his face with an almost-aggressive kiss, which she had since apologized for. Still, it was on her mind all the same.

As they simply walked around a bit, the had soon found themselves in clear view of the beer pong table outside. It was still ways away, so she hadn’t seen who exactly was by it. Stella had always wanted to try beer pong. She remembered a conversation she had with her brother, Chris, about it. It was mostly about how drunk he got because he sucked at it, but still, he spoke about how much fun it was and the observant Lambert girl always wanted to try everything once. Perhaps that was part of the reason she was so friendly because opportunities opened up if she did.

“Hey, Oli let’s go--” Stella froze in her tracks, spotting the devil himself rush past her with Aiden.

She couldn’t move and the grip she had on Oliver’s hand only tightened. In a rare sight, Stella was visibly irate at the sight of Santiago. His costume did nothing to muffle his voice, to disguise the face that deserved to be repeatedly smacked with little remorse, and just the overall stench that came from him. God, Stella wasn’t one to show such negativity towards anyone, but Santiago Fernandez was the only person who turned her bubbly smile into a disgusted frown and who made her want to kill herself. The beacon of hope and positivity went through a blackout and automatic shutdown. Only when he went outside and away from her did she reboot slowly, but his effect remained ever present as she literally had to gasp for air so she could breathe. In the meantime, Stella turned around and downed about three of the black and orange vodka jello shots on a large platter in front of her. When it wasn’t enough, she took another three.

As she gasped out loudly, she was satisfied. “That’s much better!” Her voice was higher than usual, which if you knew anything about Stella, that was really saying something.

She was already feeling a bit giggly. Alcohol and she never did mix in the long term and as many jello shots she took, it was a miracle the girl didn’t find herself flat on her face. And to think, the only time she got even remotely hammered like this was, again, when she saw Santiago. Why that boy was the reason she drank, she’ll never know. The only thing Stella did know was she was going to keep herself far, far, far away from the beer pong table. Instead, she was going to focus on being close to Oliver.

“I adore you, Oli!” Stella leaned close to him, her right arm using his superior height to help her keep her balance. She smiled at him, but only moments after her eyes left him, she saw a familiar face dressed in devil red and horns. The red confused her but the face -- the face was that of someone she could recognize almost immediately. “MAAAAAAAAAAAC!!!” The deafening screech came as Stella wobbled her way over to her devilish, British bestie! “It’s been soooo lonnnng!!!” Without warning, an excited Stella was hugging Mac as if she hadn’t seen her in months, which was exactly the case.
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▼Location: Kavi's rad party

▽Interacting with:@Altered Tundra[@HayleyTheRandom]


Continuing to stand there, Simone didn't have to wait long until she was answered. The rowdy crowd grew with every minute and she was getting ansty to talk to people, since she felt like she hadn't had an actual decent conversation in decades, but of course there was the fact that she didn't actually know anyone here, let alone what to talk about. She never really enjoyed being alone, especially for long periods of time, it made her kind of nervous really, so she'd always semmed to surround herself with people. But now that they had moved, she couldn't exactly do that anymore, so she guessed being here was her attempt to get comfortable again. Now whether it was working or not, she'd have to see, but she had hope that she'd manage. And it was usually that that got her through the really lonely times.

So, as she waited those few moments, a guy dressed as a construction worker tapped her on the shoulder, startling her just a tad.

“So, I heard you were looking for me.”

Simone turned around quickly, a playful smile on her face. Eyyy," she started, placing her hands on her hips and leaning forward a bit. So you're Kavi, hmm?" she asked, giving him the once-over. He was maybe a few inches shorter than she, so she had to look down on him slightly. Stepping back, she noticed he was holding the hand of a woman who had fiery red hair, that of which Simone couldn't help but appreciate.

"Okay, so first, let me just say how fuckin' cool your hair is," she pointed to the girl. She didn't think she could ever dye her own hair, but gave credit to those that did; especially a color so flamboyant.
"And second, I just wanted to introduce myself I suppose, given that you don't exactly know me, and here I am. At your party," she paused, tilting her head. I guess I also needed someone to talk to," Simone added honestly. She was many things, but a wallflower she was not.

"But anyhow, I'm Simone," she introduced, mostly to Kavi, but also to the other unnamed girl who stood next to him. "New in town and dressed as Snoop Dogg," giving a playful laugh.

She still hadn't decided what it was that she was going to do at this party; it was kind of a decision the young woman had made rather quickly, and drinking was always an option, but she also wanted to be able to drive home as well and maybe not get a DUI. That would be preferable. Plus, she may like to be around people all the time, but she didn't like to rely on them either. She valued her independence, so she decided she'd have to do something else.
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While Mackenzie hadn’t seen Stella since the beginning of the school year, she didn’t exactly anticipate to be immediately glomped upon her return. But then again, Stella was predictably unpredictable, so by the time Stella was shouting she wasn't surprised.

“Mate, it’s not like I was dead!” She exclaimed as she brushed herself off after Stella ended her impromptu hug. “See? Totes not-a-zombie. I'm not about that life.”

Mackenzie chuckled as her eyes moved to Stella’s date? Had Stella finally found someone to pounce in the time that Mackenzie had been stuck in Hollywood? If that was true then she hated her father even more. How could she have been left in the dark about something like that? Going to gather a drink of her own, she commented about the recent development in tandem. After all, she had to know about all of the finer details.

“So. What’s new with you and your boytoy? Last I checked, when I left for Hollywood in September you were single and well, it looks like you’ve got a date. Gotta say, I’m a little bit jealous.”

Mackenzie’s comment wasn’t facetious, which was a surprise for her. She hadn’t realized how much she missed the get-up-and-go of Palm Beach and all of its teenage residents until she was stuck in Hollywood with her father for close to two months. Sure, there were people her age there, but it just wasn’t the same. The idea that she missed hanging out with Stella, Kavi, Diablo, and Chanel had hit her like a brick and she was a little bummed out that she didn’t have a plus one to bring. As she took a drink she wondered if some of her favorite targets were about, or even any one of her newer acquaintances. If they weren't she was sure she would find something or someone to have fun with.

She turned her attention back to Stella, another drink in hand.

So what was her answer? Were they going to be flustered because she said boytoy or were they going to take it like a boss?


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“Oh well you know, I like to overdo it when I can.” Julie piped up after April approached the group.

April smiled with a nod, getting a small reply in before the redhead wandered off. “I would expect no less.”

As Julie left the group, April looked past both Aaliyah and Chanel to Santiago outside, before shaking her head. Fuck him she thought, her jaw clenched lightly. The brunette ran a subconscious hand over her stomach before she raised the cold can of soda to her lips and took a sip, letting the icy--and non-alcoholic of course--beverage trickle down her throat. There was a moment where the slightly pregnant girl contemplated how fucked up the baby would be if she had just one drink, but it was a moment that was quickly shot down by her own moral compass (despite it’s occasional inaccuracy, it usually pointed her in the right direction).

And then, completely unrelated to her previous thoughts, an idea began to form in her head. Santiago didn’t know April was here yet.

A grin spread across the brunettes face. She could totally use this to make some...field observations.

“If you two will excuse me for a moment, I just saw someone who I haven’t talked to in ages. I’ll be back!” And like the creature of the night she was dressed as, April took off and just about vanished into the crowded house, sneaking her way between and around the various party-goers. There was no mystery long, lost friend. There was just an excuse to get away from everyone so that she could observe.

And observe she would. The young woman stood around a corner, partially covered in shadow. There were few people around her, everyone else seemed to be grouped together on what apparently had been dubbed the dance floor. With another sip of her ginger ale, April looked over the crowd with the piercing orange-yellow eyes she now had, watching and waiting for her oh-so-faithful boyfriend, baby daddy, fuck-buddy to screw up. Just because she couldn’t drink didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy herself. It may have been petty and vindictive, but Santiago had been quite adamant about her not going to this party. There had to be more of a reason why apart from the pregnancy.
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Growing up, Carter's mother had always warned him of the negative effects of any kind of substance misuse, especially alcohol. She mostly did this because of his grandfather, who'd had a long history of alcohol abuse stemming from when he was just twenty years old. Carter could still vividly remember coming home from school every afternoon to find his grandpa sitting in front of the television, a half-empty bottle of gin in one hand and a cigar in the other. He hated how the man's breath always smelled when he tried to pull him into a hug, and how he slurred his words when asking him about his day. As a result, he was fiercely anti-drinking as a child, but then — like most teenagers — felt compelled to do it anyway as he grew older. Carter couldn't help but think about the countless lectures that he'd had to endure throughout his lifetime as he took a few large gulps from his red solo cup. If his mother were to see him now, she'd be losing her shit.

A few minutes after Carter and Georgie had entered the party, the two decided to go their separate ways; while Georgia headed off to do whatever it was that she wanted to do, Carter made a beeline for the refreshment table. He filled his cup with the first brown liquor he'd spotted, and mixed it with a little bit of cream soda. He was already on his second cup of the concoction when he managed to stumble into another body on his way to the restroom. "Woah," the young man said, ready to spew apologies to whoever it was that he'd collided with. But before he could utter another word, the short, blonde-haired girl beat him to it.

"Sorry man," She said, her voice monotonous and uninteresting. "Have any trouble digging yourself out of your grave?"

Carter simply chuckled and shook his head at the girl's question. "Nice to see you here too, Beatrice," he said as he tossed his cup into a nearby trash can. "Have any trouble succumbing to social pressures that tell you that you have to look a certain way in order to please a certain crowd?" While Carter did think that Bea pretty much nailed the whole "lady greaser" look, he did unfortunately have great disdain for the Grease movies. In fact, the young man wrote an entire essay on why the movie was yet another hilariously sexist, culture-polluted outrage after being forced to watch it during his ninth grade film class. Long story short, he thought that Sandy was a fucking idiot.

"You look great though," Carter said to her in an attempt to change the subject. "Enjoying the party?"


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Since the first moment Ariel had ever laid eyes upon Kavi Salvador, her heart sped up, skipped beats and everything in between. It didn't seem like time had done anything to help. People talked about feeling the electricity in a relationship. Something like sparks, fireworks, or - if they were feeling edgy - gunshots. Ariel never understood that until know. With Kavi's arms wrapped around her, it felt like her whole body was buzzing. Crossing and wresting her wrists on the back of his neck, she couldn't help but roll her eyes at his eyebrow wiggle. A good eye roll, of course.

"Mmm... guess I'll have to actually dye my hair and see if you can stick to your word then," she responded before returning every one of his amazing kisses. Normally, the young woman wasn't one for PDA. Sure, the occasional hand hold was nice. Making out by the stairs? Not really. But in that moment - in that one, peaceful little blip of bliss - nothing mattered. Of course it ended all too soon, an unfamiliar voice calling out to no one in particular as to where Kavi was. Random strangers calling your name at parties wasn't typically a good thing. It lead to confrontation, broken noses, and a possible baseball bat taken to someones car if the issue went on long enough. Not letting go of her boyfriend's (boyfriend? could she call him that? is that what he was?) hand, Ariel followed Kavi until they arrived at destination. In response to Kavis latest question, Ariel just sort of shrugged, though she did half expect the new comer to be sippin' on gin and juice.

As the other girl and Kavi had a brief exchange, Ariel couldn't help but notice her height. Not that there was nothing wrong with being tall, Ariel just couldn't recall seeing that many females as tall as the one standing before her. Simone's mention of her hair made Ariel smile ever so slightly. Perhaps red was a good look on her. She listened to the rest of what the girl had to say before responding.

"Nice to meet you, Simone, and welcome to Palms," she said. "I'm Ariel," she added quickly, before extending her hand in the awkward greeting that humans had come to think of as standard.
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Cleopatra was growing impatient. She was sipping at her whiskey like it was keeping her alive, but it was definitely keeping her calm without anyone she knew here as backup. She watched as some half-naked athlete, had to be an athlete given the way he wanted to show off that body with his costume of what amounted to a cape and little else. His nipples were a bit weird, but that just drew the eyes to that chiseled chest. She went over his body before watching him slam three straight shots of vodka. That was a little off-putting. “Vodka? Seriously? Not even I’m that foolish.” The shirtless wonder wandered off though, sure to find some random sexy tree or whatever to go hit on.

Shawna was pondering the fate of that poor woman, when she was interrupted by a most welcome arrival. The Disney princess to her queen, the Snow White that would have gotten Prince Charming to do more than kiss her, even if the kissing part alone was a little icky with the whole being unconscious thing. As Kellie Anne wrapped her arms around Shawna, she could feel the anxiety melting now that there was someone she knew she could talk to. She returned the kiss quickly and set her drink down on the table.

“Maybe if I can draw them away from you! Shit, hun, I thought I knew which Disney girls already gave me the urges! Gotta revise my list, cause you are killing this party!”

It didn’t take long for the Lunchroom Trio to be reunited. Even under Dorothy’s wholesome look, it wasn’t hard to spot Sunshine, especially with her greeting and her prompt shooting of tequila. “Yeah! That’s my girl right there!” This was how Shawna was supposed to react to a friend fearlessly taking a tequila shot, if the Netflix movies were anything to go on. “Shoot, c’mon Cupcake, we gotta get you a drink too.”

"Oh, no thank you! I'm not much of a drinker!" Kellie said bashfully, remembering that the last time she drank she'd gotten tangled up in the kiss with Max that had started their whole relationship.

Sunshine laughed at Shawna’s encouragement as she put the cap back on the bottle of tequila. She didn’t want to get too drunk right now. Sunshine and Tequila had a certain relationship - one that often got Sunshine into trouble. It was best to save her wild side for later. ”Come on, Kellie. One drink couldn’t hurt.” Thinking about how that was definitely peer pressure, Sunshine went on to reassure her new friend. ”But if you’re really not comfortable with drinking, we understand that.”

“For sure!” Shawna agreed as she continued to drink in her best friend’s costume. That seemed to be the correct term for now. “It is written in the hieroglyphs that my subjects get to do whatever the hell they please! Besides, wouldn’t do much good for the Disney image to have you drinking now, would it? She winked as reclaimed her own beverage of choice and took a long sip. Her tolerance had spiked with her summer extracurriculars, so she was confident this first cocktail wasn’t going to do much to get her drunk enough to let a snake near her this early.

Kellie giggled uncomfortably, discreetly shifting her feet. Apart from Shawna, the only reason she was even coming to the party was to forget about Max.

“Alright, alright,” she said in defeat, taking one of the orange party cups from the table and offering it up to Sunshine and Shawna,

Sunshine didn’t know that much when it came to what to drink for other people. Tequila worked just fine for her, and the thought of Vodka made her shiver. ”Hmmm….. I’m not sure what your preference is, but it looks like Kavi has everything covered.”

Shawna nodded. The host of the party had done a miraculous job of acquiring all the hard liquor under the sun, and in copious amounts, for someone underage. “All right! Now we are cooking!” she exclaimed, encouraging Kellie’s choice of action. “Well, I went with the whiskey, ‘cause that shit is hard to get for me normally. I can tell you that there are a couple bottles of Stonewell’s finest reds, fresh from the vineyards of scenic Interstate 75 in Ocala if you really want that convenience store wine experience. But, I think you should probably get something that’s an easy mix, something sweet, for my cupcake… Could start with some Malibu, I guess?” She looked over for confirmation.

Kellie shot Shawna a look. “Malibu?” she repeated in disbelief. Malibu was the type of drink she and her friends from Silicon Valley would add to their piña coladas while hanging out at the Country Club the summer before freshman year. “No way! If I’m going down tonight, I’m going down with a fight!” the brunette declared before stomping over to the drinks table. She filled her cup with ice, poured herself a generous amount of Rumchata and about a shot of Fireball before mixing up the contents by swirling the cup around in her hand and taking a long sip that burned down her throat.

Shawna just stared as Kellie Anne went no mercy on her first drink of the night. Granted, she was getting bold herself with the 80% whiskey drink, but still. It was a sight to watch her best friend show as much gusto in knocking back the alcohol as much as she did. Strangely, it made her feel even more at ease with their relationship. Did it mean she would accept the other illicit facets of her life? No. But alcohol was now on the table, and in her mouth, and that would do. “Damn girl! Wasting no time! All right!” She took another long sip of her drink, barely tasting the Coke at this point. “But be careful,” she cautioned, pointing up at her crown. “You come at the queen, you best not miss!” This was the kind of posturing she saw in countless wasted daytime Netflix sessions, and she had gotten better at it the more she got out to these events. Heck, at this point, she might even be brave enough to embarrass herself at beer pong.
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Location: The Salvador Residence
Interacting with: Julie MacMillan, Aaliyah King, April Foster


Soon after downing her first drink of the night, Chanel found herself alone with Aaliyah King. Of course, when April had approached the group, she offered her a warm smile and complimented her own costume in return. But the young woman left almost as soon as Julie had stalked off; Chanel had turned her head in just enough time to see her red-headed best friend partaking in one of the wettest, most disgusting kisses she'd ever had the displeasure of seeing.

Nearly everyone in King's knew that Joshua was nothing but another dumb football player who had more muscles than he did brains, so it took a few moments of deep thought for Chanel to figure out why Julie would ever put her lips on such a specimen. And in public, too. But then Chanel spotted Aurelio, and noticed the way he was looking in Julie's direction just as she was about to wave him over. That was when the wheels began to turn in her head, which eventually led to what most people call a "light-bulb moment."

Instead of saying anything about it, however, Chanel simply turned back to Aaliyah and downed the rest of her drink. "See, I was gonna say that we should go find some more food," she said with a sigh, "But after seeing that... yeah, I think I've just lost my appetite." Chanel definitely planned on bringing up that moment whenever she got a chance to speak to Julie alone, but for now she figured that she'd much rather have a little bit of fun instead.

After pouring herself another drink and taking a few large gulps, Chanel tapped both young women on their shoulders and motioned towards the crowd. "What do you guys say?" She said as she sat her cup down and let a wide grin make its way to her face. "Think we're drunk enough to dance, yet?"
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Location: Salvador's
Interacting with: Mackenzie Davenport, Oliver and Stella Lambert
Indirectly Interacting with: Max Wallenberg


Georgie parted ways with Carter, giving him a quick small wave as she threaded through the crowds towards the liquor table on the other side. The room was just about heavy with sweat as people danced their way around her, bodies rubbing unpleasantly against each other as Georgie gave herself time to pull a disgusted face. While she did like dancing, she never liked the sweat and exertion that came with it. Finally, she managed to make her way to the table lined with discarded red solo cups and a couple of tall glass bottles of alcohol, along with a small cooler of beer. She poured herself some whiskey and downed some of it before she glanced down at her phone, pulling up Chrysler's name on the screen and quickly sending him a text.

GEORGIA F: chrys, where in hell are you? do u have any idea who i had to come w/ to the party???

CHRYSLER T: calm down, i know all about your antics. too bad im still stuck at home nursing a 101 degree fever.

GEORGIA F: are u actually kidding me? i'm here because i thought that sometime around hell or nothing you'd show up

CHRYSLER T: whoops, guess i didnt get the message then 🤷‍♂️


"Honestly?" Georgie scoffed and pocketed her phone. Guess she'd just have to find another person to encourage her partying then. Chrysler had always been such a flake, she should really learn to expect this but yet Georgie always had an optimistic view when it came towards her beloved friends. As she walked through the crowd Georgie managed to pick up a few faces and waved towards them, her fingers itching just to touch her camera and take a few shots of the gorgeous, privileged faces in such a typical high school fashion (i.e: drunk and partying way too hard) not that she had an issue with that.

Georgie pushed her way through a couple of witches before she saw him. Max looked hot. Of course he did. She let her eyes sweep over him once, thinking of their day at the lake together and just how cute he was. But that was stupid, her thoughts shouldn't get out of control. She'd gone through her fair share of crushes before but up until Sawyer...well, let's just say she didn't expect that level of hurt again. And she wasn't even able to face it herself if she'd had a crush on Sawyer or not, or if anything had ever happened between them on the romantic spectrum, that was just how weak she was. God, she was hopeless wasn't she?

Georgie adjusted her hat, running a hand over the velvet rim before she turned away from the alluring boy god and focused her attention instead on Mackenzie Davenport, standing with Stella some paces away. She hadn't talked to Mac in a long time and Georgie was looking for a fun time so this seemed like the absolute perfect signal. Her shined loafers instantly tapped their way over to the two girls, hoping she wasn't interrupting them as Georgie looped an arm around Mac's shoulders and whispered teasingly:
"Missed me, Mac?"

God knows she needed all the distraction she could get.


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Yessi wouldn’t say she was watching the front door from her planted spot at the side of the Jell-O shot display, but she wouldn’t say she wasn’t either. Three shots in and the high from the devil’s lettuce kicking in at full strength was having her mind straying in other places.

There’s no way that asshole is coming here, not to Kavi’s house.


The voice to her left snapped her out of her daze and immediately the irritation of previous thoughts melted away. Lithe arms wrapped around the God of War’s torso in a quick hug, ”Sunshinee~!”

A booming laugh left the young man as Yessi slung her arms around him. “How’ve you been? Haven’t heard or seen much of you as of late. Still laying low?” He asked as he squeezed his friend.

Astraia laughed at his question waving his hand dismissively, she wasn’t going to admit she was looking for someone. “Well I got an anonymous tip that some extra thotty people were going to be in attendance tonight, so I decided to come patrol.”

Max let out another loud laugh “Yeah and here we are! The thottiest boys around!” he exclaimed excitedly gesturing towards Sawyer and himself.

Yessi’s eyes looked over Max’s lack of a costume and then her eyes flickered over his shoulder to her favorite “hardass” in all of Florida. Astraia smiled proudly as Darth Invadeher came bumbling through the crowd towards them, ”I’m glad I did show up- Soybean!” She called out to Sawyer a fit of giggles following, ”Holy shit, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing it! I love it!”

There was so much going on in the few moments before Sawyer was thrust forward into the crowd by Reli without so much as a chance to respond back to what had been said. Sawyer pressed his lips into a thin line and followed behind his buddy and teammate Max, smirking at the boy’s response to his costume. ”Yeah, someone made me wear it. It was kind of an or else thing,” he laughed, mostly to himself.

The boy followed behind the other, easily hiding behind the towering beefcake that was Max Wallenburg. It wasn’t till he heard a familiar voice that his whole aura changed, a slight smile brought to his face as the two in front of him exchanged hugs and words. Suddenly eyes were on him and he froze in place, hearing the all-too-familiar nickname being used. The boy turned beet red and wished he could just hide. ”Hey, Yess..” Sawyer rolled his eyes at the comment about his costume, slipping on his mask to conceal his bright red face.

Sawyer looked between Max and Yessi, a charming ‘I hate you’ smirk plastered on his face as he turned his eyes back to his friend. ”You wouldn’t let me live it down if I didn’t. Never had a choice!” He playfully shoved Max’s shoulder and laughed, ”Not like I could compete with this guy, though. Ey? If there was a contest, no shit, you’d take the cake, man.” Sawyer’s attention was momentarily stolen, his eyes scanning the room around them. His mind relayed back his brother’s words from earlier, and he hoped he wasn’t right about what he’d said. Well, honestly, he did and didn’t. Leaning more towards wanting it to be true. The boy brought himself back to the two in front of him, thankful his mask hid his momentary distress.

Yessi had snagged three shots from the table while meeting her daily quota for embarrassing Sawyer. Passing on to each boy she tapped the rim of her little plastic cup against theirs, “cheers, to a night full hot ghouls and boys, let’s get fucked up.” Knocking back the shot of green jello with a strong taste of cheap vodka screwed her face up just as the front door swung forward and bounced off the wall.

“Yo: let’s get fucked uuuuuuuuuuup! Where’s the fucking booze at?!”


Turning around quickly her eyes scanned the room for anything she could use as an excuse to get out of there. Just outside the sliding glass door leading to the backyard was her favorite party pastime.

“Hey~ Why don’t we go play beer pong, it’s starting to get crowded in here.” Yes, Because the addition of two, mostly just he who shall not be named, people really pushed the occupancy inside the house over the comfort level for the runaway princess.

Max smile widened when he followed Yessi’s line of sight towards the outside patio where a beer pong table had been set up. He turned back to face his newly arrived buddies cupping his hands around his mouth “Ey yo boys! Let’s play some pong!” he called them over pointing excitedly towards the sliding glass doors.

“Max n- ugh.” The distressed police officer executed a 10/10 facepalm paired with an audible groan of her purest dismay, “Et tu Brut?” She grumbled to the jovial boy before turning to the DILF version of Luke Skywalker’s Papa, “Let’s set up the table, Soybean. Any way to lessen the time we have to be around them.” There was no wait for Sawyer’s reaction as she led him outside to the table and left Max to deal with his boys.

Sawyer’s eyes followed Yessi’s over to the boys who had entered the room, Santi not being much of a problem to him but the other... well, let’s just say was a different story. He knew too well that Santi was a problem for Yess, though, which was enough reason to vacate their current position. The boy followed his friend over to the table to, as she said, help set things up. Sawyer was never one to drink beer- he liked the harder stuff- but he guessed he wouldn’t mind tossing back a few to keep it light tonight. The game should be simple enough for him: the boy had a great arm and good aim. As long as he didn’t have to go against Max, he was confident enough he’d not be getting wasted tonight.

Santiago had been busy high-fiving and saying hi to his sports teammates when he heard Max calling out for him and Aiden. When his gray eyes followed the sound of his friend's voice, his expression immediately soured at the sight of just who Max had been joined by just seconds previously. Sawyer he didn't mind: the boy had fucked up significantly in the past but was doing well for himself now. But the hot blonde dressed up as a cop? That was a different story.

"I'm not going anywhere with that bitch," Diablo muttered in Aiden's ear while his body tensed up, feeling fortunate that his clown makeup hid the fury that was surely painted all over his face.

Aiden, on the other hand, really wanted to play beer pong. "C'mon, don't be such a pussy. It'll be fun, and we'll kick her ass in beer pong. In the business we call that a win-win scenario — gonna be real with you, that's a line from Cat in the Hat."

Aiden slung his arm around Santi's shoulders, attempting to shuffle him towards his promised beer pong match. Aiden didn't care about the Yessi drama at all; Sawyer, though, that was a bit messy. They didn't exactly end on a good note. Aiden wasn't going to cry about it, like someone, because he wanted to play beer pong. And kick ass.

Instead of telling Aiden that they were going to get royally fucked up the ass during this game, Diablo chose to bite his tongue and follow his friend as they made their way away from the crowd and in the direction of their playground. Playing beer pong with Yessi was like playing golf with Tiger Woods, or swimming against Michael Phelps, or boxing with Mayweather: you were guaranteed to lose. Of course, Santiago would let his best friend find out for himself. Maybe that would serve him as good punishment for forcing his hand.

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As it was common in these types of parties, Marisol had lost sight of Archer in the blink of an eye. One minute they were stepping into the Salvador House of Horrors, and the next she was left stranded by the entrance, her best friend swallowed by the crowd. She scanned the faces of those nearby hoping to recognize her favorite market boy, but when you were 5’3” in a sea of giants, it was hard to locate your target. So instead of elbowing her way around her insufferable classmates, the brunette chose to look around for the generous party favors her darling cousin Kavi had probably-

Jackpot

Like a child who’d just spotted the pile of gifts under the tree on Christmas day, the excited Marisol skipped over to a table on the opposite side of the drinks table. Between the assortment of snacks and Halloween decorations, she’d spotted a mini pumpkin jar filled with joints, appropriately rolled up in black and orange paper. Smiling widely, the girl plucked a few joints from the jar, grabbed one of the lighters sitting nearby and made a beeline to the double doors at the far end of the room.

It took no effort for Wednesday Addams to move around the venue and find the perfect spot for blazing up. Being the second cousin to the party host came with perks: she knew the layout of the Salvador house like she did her own. The family room was mostly empty except for a few partygoers chatting around and the weird couple making out on the couch. But this wasn’t her final destination. In fact, her freedom was on the other side of the sliding glass door: in the cozy backyard of the home, where the pool and adjoining hot tub was located.

The illuminated pool’s crystalline water called out to the Marisol’s inner mermaid. Without wasting any more time, she slipped off her Vans, took a seat in one of the chairs at the shallow edge of the pool and let her feet soak in warm water while she went though the five joints in her hand like a chain smoker would. Now fully relaxed and content, the buzzed Marisol dried off her feet with one of the towels sitting in the patio table, slipped her shoes back on and went back to the party.

It wasn’t long until her green eyes found her favorite market boy with his arms around Kavan (looking spectacular in his Tut costume), Guy Lowell dressed up in a spot-on replica of Milo from Atlantis, and some blonde she didn’t know. Frowning, Mari approached the group, hoping to find out just who the hell this intruder was and what she was doing with her friends.

“Heyyyyyyyyyyyyy guys! What’s going-” she began before suddenly stopped mid-sentence, her brain finally putting a name to the chubby-cheeked, dolled up face in front of her.

It took a solid minute for Marisol to break out of her laughing fit. Sonny in drag was something she never imagined seeing in her life- but she had to admit: he definitely rocked it. Sure, he wasn’t the most good-looking female Mari had seen, but it was certainly a hell of a good attempt… And something to take advantage of.

“Hey beba, what’s up?” she said suggestively, the fake deep voice clearly mocking the notorious fuckboi that was Santiago Fernandez. To add some dramatic effect, the short girl gave Sonny’s ass a nice squeeze and a flirtatious wink before adding, “I haven’t seen you around before. Let me introduce myself. The name’s Marisol Castillo, and I’d be honored if you suffocate me with your thick thighs tonight.”
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"𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕?"
Gavin had found his way to the same block his brother had parked on, sitting behind the old Chevy while he quietly watched people pass along the sidewalk. He'd been sitting there for a few minutes, not really sure if he wanted to actually make an appearance at the party or just go on home where he had told most he'd be for the night. He hadn't R.S.V.P.'d. Gavin was stuck being the designated driver, so no real fun could be had, tonight. He could just have Sawyer or Astraia buzz him when they were ready. Sure.

No. Of course he couldn't. He had to go. With Yessi having been gone so long she wouldn't know what signs to look out for with Sawyer to be sure he stayed in his lane. Gavin had to go. Plus, he'd spent all of fifteen minutes with the makeup for his costume. He wasn't about to let that go to waste. Alright, fine. He was going.

Gavin pushed open his truck door and thrust himself out into the cool night air, clutching to his Hogwarts robe as he shut and locked the door behind him. The tall, lanky beanpole of a boy wandered off towards the cheering and loud music down the road. He made his way on inside and immediately scanned the crowd to find his brother. Hopefully he hadn't gotten into anything troubling yet. Then again, the night was still young. He had plenty of time to have to be saved from shit. The music being a bit loud, Gavin had no hopes of yelling to locate his delinquent brother. The boy quickly pulled out his phone and shot him a message before tucking his phone into his pocket before strolling through the crowd of people already having a good time.
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After arriving to the party with the thot squad, Ximena left Reli and Yessi to their vices while she attended the refreshments. It was empty when they had gotten there so Ximena found some time to sneak out to the back to make a few calls. She has to make sure all her plans were in motion and had back ups for those back ups if anything were to offset her goals. Not only that, but a sweetly placed phone call to her dearest cousin Andrés who had gone AWOL after hooking up with that goth girl. Ximena didn’t understand it, but she did understand that pussy had power especially on a pedestal.

Just as she finished her rounds of phone calls she heard the once low murmur of conversation steadily climb to a rowdy mess. She worked her way back in swimming through a sea of uninspired costumes and props until she was finally front and center. Now who should I lure out first? Her finger anxiously tapping the black cigarette holder against her lip. Scanning the field she set her sights on Salem, a boy who she had not known anything about. Well that was actually a lie, her little birds were hard at work and she had hearts to break if they weren’t going to best for her.

Moving through the crowd this time like a Lioness stalking its prey, she hopped out and struck. Now if this was the wild she would have sunk her jaws into his throat and gouged his entrails from his stomach with her legs, but a simple nudge on the should would do. Hey there tiger, looking a little lost there aren’t ya? Cat got your tongue? She said in playful jest as she rocked her cradled arms back and forth.

Salem was taken aback by her approach. He didn’t really know anyone at the school, but the girl in front of him looked vaguely familiar. Considering his height, Salem had assumed he would have spotted Marisol right away, and yet he didn’t even see a hair of her.

Uh, hey. Salem answered back dumbly, trying to think of an even slightly witty response, but instead what came out was: I don’t see a cat.

Ximena didn’t really care what he had to say since he was oozing weakness already. She slapped his lips with her cigarette holder as she peered down deep into his soul. Shhh shh shh don’t talk. You don’t see a cat but you’re looking for someone else aren’t you? She looked the boy up and down taking note. He was tall, dark, and not very handsome but two out of the three would work here. There was nothing that stood out to her while she circled around him and those highlights didn’t help much, unless of course he was trying to be Justin from N’Sync. Then again Marisol didn’t have standards I mean look at Sonny.

So who is it you’re looking for lover boy? It’s written all over your face behind those tired puppy dog eyes.

Salem usually didn’t get uncomfortable around attractive women - even when he wasn’t interested. However, this girl was making him feel like a snake stuck in molting skin. She was looking at him like she knew something he didn’t - which was probably true, but it doesn’t mean that Salem appreciated it. He was the canary to her proverbial cat. Still, he plastered on an easy smile and hoped his discomfort wouldn’t show.

Sorry, I don’t think we’ve actually been introduced. Salem said, ceasing his search for Marisol at least for the moment. It wouldn’t hurt to be friendly. I’m Salem. I was just looking for Marisol.

The scent of his weakness was starting to intoxicate her. She was a succubus in human flesh, the allure of his vitality permeating through his skin was enough to entice her. The boy grew some confidence and decided to be stoic in the face of evil. Oh were you? Does your girlfriend know? her words were as sharp as a fresh blade.

Instinctively, Salem winced before he could stop himself, and he imagines the look in his eye might have come across akin to that of a person staring into headlights until — You know, you seem to know a lot more about me than I know about you. Kinda seems like wasted effort here.

The anger was primal, really, and of the irrational kind. He didn’t like it when Gwen was mentioned, and lately everyone at the academy seemed to namedrop her. It was an easy entry to get under his skin and wiggle a way into his liver like some parasite. Salem would like to think it was a protective kick, wanting to protect Gwen from some of the clowns that go to this school (which, in all honesty, should be doing way better at keeping their students in line). But, there comes a time when he has to be honest with himself, and it’s not now. Nope, he’s protective. Gwen deserves better than to be mentioned by the dicklings at this school.

Guilt rises up like bile in his throat and he struggles to swallow it down. My relationships aren’t your problem, ma’am. So I’d appreciate it if you would drop the subject.

Her slow stride came to a halt, she had surveyed the boy enough. His seething anger was enough to captivate her attention, ”Finally something different” she thought to herself devilishly smiling. While his attempt to catch himself from falling was quicker than she imagined it still wasn’t enough. He had fallen into her trap and she was not letting go any time soon. Wasted? She laughed, oh no no it’s far from that. It’s a shame though, there’s a lot you could stand to learn from someone like me.

And there it was, the chord she had been looking for had finally struck. You’re right, they aren’t my problem lover boy, but they’re certainly yours. Without hesitation, Ximena had slid her phone out of her satchel. The sound of an iPhone unlocked might have well been synonymous with gunshots. You might want to retract those claws tiger if you don’t want me to send these to little old Gwen a chuckle leaving her lips. Photo after photo of Salem passionately planting his tongue and lips with Marisol parades around him. It was no use if he destroyed her phone, there was always the cloud and her little birds.

The muscles of his jaw clenched, pulling tight until his cheeks ached. He was guilty, guilty, guilty, and now he had to face it. Salem lightly touched her arm, pulling her close so he could lean towards her ear, What the fuck do you want?

There was no way to describe her grin besides down right despicable, as if she was the grinch who just stole all of Christmas from poor Salem. His grip had some strength behind it which only furthered her excitement. Her fingers slithered up his body like snakes until they reached his head, I want you to kiss me in front of Marisol and everyone else here"

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Marisol. He found her, but Ximena had gotten to him first. His pulse was racing; she was right there, within reach. This would crush her, after what Sonny did to her. Ximena knew exactly what she was doing, it seemed.

What even was her angle here? Salem had always gotten the impression that he was attractive, but it’s not like he’s some boy band member that girls are lining up to mack on. He couldn’t think of why this random girl would want to kiss him. Maybe she had something against Marisol? There were so many questions and so little answers, all of it stemming from this high school bullshit that Salem never liked to be a part of. At the end of the day though, this was going to hurt Gwen. He didn’t want her to find out like this.

Fuck, not like this. Gwen deserved better.

Fine. Salem said through gritted teeth, slipping his hand into her hair and guiding her towards his lips. He had to bend down slightly for her; and when he captured her lips with his, it was with teeth and viciousness, not the soft kisses he had given Marisol.

In truth Ximena didn’t really have anything against Marisol, she was just caught in the crossfire in the sick games XiXi liked to play with boys like Salem. It was something to get her ready to take down her bigger target, Santiago. The kiss was as angry as he was, but she was never one to say no to some passion or blood. It must have felt like years for Marisol and Salem, yet for XiXi it was like another transaction. After she pulled away she cleaned up her lipstick and grabbed his hand, Now follow me she giggled pulling him near a vacant bedroom. She wasn’t planning on sleeping with the boy, but no one needed to know that.

He followed like an obedient dog at his master’s heel and he hated every minute of it. Spitefully, he swiped the lipstick she transferred to his lips and spat out the taste of her in a nearby plant. The deal was a kiss, not whatever this is.

Don’t worry you’re not getting that lucky tonight. If she really cares about you then she’ll be there faster than the door closes. Ximena was already preparing for the ball of fury. Luckily her training and Yessi’s fist to her face was enough to take on Marisol.

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Starring: Aaliyah | Shawna


While the two other queens or rather queen and cowgirl made their way around the crowd, Aaliyah couldn’t help but get lost amongst the decorations. Having never been this drunk she couldn’t help but rub her hands across everything while stuffing her mouth and moving around in an awkward dance. Her feet were moving on their own bringing her closer and closer to the middle of the room. Cup in hand, liquor was splashing all over. Luckily for her, both dress and makeup was saved from getting splashed. It wasn’t too long before she crashed into something or rather someone.

“Oh...haha...sorry I didn’t see you there” Aaliyah said repositioning her crown. Her smile quickly turned to shock and panic when Cleopatra was actually Shawna. “Shawna! What are you doing here?!” She shouted.

Shawna didn’t expect to have company calling her name outside of her immediate clique, at least not unless Mac suddenly decided to return from … wherever the heck she went off to. Who could tell? She seemed pretty flighty. But turning and spotting someone from her past, her far dorkier, nerdier, so far from her current image that she was projecting, especially in front of the girl that she was trying to build something more than a relationship with, past. That was extremely unwelcome, probably just as much as Aaliyah from the sounds of it. Her former colleague in a lot of facets in her old life was now here like a ghost, which was fitting considering she was in some Day of the Dead getup that looked professionally done. Far from the last image she had of her fellow debate club, quiz bowl and chess club compatriot.

Cleopatra readjusted her crown and quickly turned her away from Kellie Anne and Sunshine as she tried to cover things up. “Shawna? I don’t know what you are talking about girl!” She started to slowly work away from her two other friends as she led Aaliyah towards one of the quieter rooms. “I am mother fuckin’ Cleopatra! The baddest bitch on the Nile!” As they moved well out of earshot of the alcohol table and into a side room that could be considered more of a pantry or a closet, she dropped the act. “Aaliyah, what the fuck? What are you doing here?”

The room started spinning and her head could not catch up. All she heard was shouts and saw waves of colors. Cleopatra had ripped her away into a darker more personal enclosure. “Oh thank god I was starting to get sick in there,” Aaliyah said, chuckling while tripping all over herself. Her hands crashed into the walls keeping her stable. “What..what were you saying? OH that’s right! Shawna! What am I doing here? What are you doing here? What are you wearing?”

Shawna paused and closed the door behind them, flipping the light on just to try and good a good look at Aaliyah. The girl’s eyes were already hazy, like she had pounded a six-pack of Ice or something before entering the party. It was clear to see even under all the zombie makeup on her face...and the crown on her head. Great minds still think alike. “What am I doing here? I’m living my damn life! I’m out there with my girls, having a fucking time! Least I was until you nearly dumped whiskey on this … very expensive Cleopatra costume rental.” She took off the wig for emphasis, revealing the tossed brunette mess underneath the sheek black before setting it back into place. “But anyway, what are you doing here? You were never about this kind of life! I think I would have noticed if you were!”

Recoiling from the lights turning on, Aaliyah hissed in dismay looking for the light switch. “Ahh turn off the light! Too bright too bright!” She shouted until her hands found the switch. Aaliyah straightened herself out as Shawna began to speak to her. Who was this person? She was being so loud and vivacious, two things Shawna, and Aaliyah for that matter, weren’t. “You and your girls? Since when do you have girls? We weren’t even girls. At least I never thought you wanted to be,” she said. “Well sorry, I didn’t expect you to stand there like a tree. I’ve made some girlfriends too! I’m tired of playing chess and figuring out what the anti-derivative of 2lnx is.”

The recitation of calculus formulas snapped Shawna back into some kind of more sedate stage. As much as she didn’t want any reminder of her past having any part of her life now, it was clear that maybe Aaliyah had reached that same state that she did. It looked like she was trying anyway. She sighed. “I didn’t want girls before,” she admitted. “And I didn’t think you did either. You seemed perfectly happy living that overachieving life.” She leaned against the wall, trying to take what comfort she had in the third of a solo cup of whiskey she had left. “But, things change. They change hard, and I do have girls now. Pretty sure of it. We’ve gotten tight. And wait, who the hell are your girls? Where are they?”

Aaliyah couldn’t lie to herself. Shawna’s words burned harder than any of the liquor she had this night. Maybe it was the alcohol speaking or maybe she really had changed. It was almost enough for her to leave the room but her curiosity outweighed her pride. “I always wanted friends, real friends. We’re wasting time just missing out on experiences because of school,” the emotion welling up in her throat “They don’t need to completely change. Don’t forget that. They’re the cowgirl Chanel and Queen Elizabeth, Julie.”

An eyebrow was raised. Apparently Aaliyah overachieved even when shooting for girls to hang out with. Chanel and Julie were pretty high on the social totem pole. Hell, Julie was just named Homecoming Queen before that mind-numbing trio of talks that were far from being applied here. Those were some pretty lofty circles that she was trying to fly in. “Well shit girl,” Shawna remarked. “Definitely reaching up in the world. Amazed you freaking remembered me at all.”

She drank the remaining couple sips of her whiskey while thinking to herself. Fuck, I really hope those bitches aren’t just setting Aaliyah up for some kind of fall. Pulling some kind of My Fair Lady act. Or She’s All That. Yeah that’s better. Still. Better not be evil or something. She tossed the cup to the back of the tiny room. “Look, I’m not gonna lie, I came to that same conclusion you did, and fuck if I didn’t hate myself for it. How much time we wasted going nose deep into something that wasn’t even making me happy. Us happy, if I’m reading you. And you know what? I think you’re right.” Shawna rested a hand on Aaliyah’s shoulder. “They don’t have to completely change. Especially if you’re not here to give me some sort of throwing your life away speech and instead want to join me in this world of drunken debauchery. You know what, Aaliyah? I think we can add to each other’s girl rosters.” She took her hand off her now current compatriot’s shoulder. “Just keep your hands off Kellie, OK? We have a thing going, and I’d like to think things are gonna keep moving forward there if this night is any indication.”

The more she spoke the more she realized they really had been nothing more than teammates in the past. They were the same, but too different in everything else. The conversation was nauseating enough to make her forget about how drunk she was. Sobering up from Shawna’s words she didn’t like the direction the conversation was going. “I was happy, I just wasn’t fulfilled. That’s the difference.” Her hand almost felt foreign and unwelcomed. “I’m not here to give you any kind of speech. I want to be your friend Shawna. I really do. I wanted to back then, but I never had the nerve. You don’t have to worry about me and Kellie, I don’t keep Queens in check, I only take out Kings.”

“Hey, I can get down with that,” Shawna told Aaliyah. “One king in particular I may need to take out if he’s here, but yeah, queens got queens. All right.” She made a move to the door, but hesitated. “You gonna be OK if I open this door, Aaliyah? I mean, I’m pretty hard to miss in this getup and you almost took me out like the Medici taking out Machiavelli.”

“Don’t worry about him, whoever he is, he won’t be able to deal with the trinity,” ensuring the girls safety, there was strength in numbers. Aaliyah could feel the come down, but not enough to walk a straight line or tap her nose with each arm. “Yeah yeah I’m fine, next time I’ll hammer my 95 theses to your back so every makes sure to watch out for you. Let’s make a toast,” she suggested as the two walked out of the room.

Shawna felt a giggle escape her lips. It felt good to laugh again after all that, especially in the presence of someone she had basically written out of her life for making that kind of joke. “All right, sounds good,” she confirmed as she led the way back to the alcohol table. “Maybe I can introduce you to Kellie and Sunshine and…” Her voice trailed off as she didn’t see any sign of Snow White or Dorothy by the spot she had left them. “Shit. Where’d they go? Ah well, we’ll catch up later. Toast time!”

“Yeah I would like that” Aaliyah said toasting the Egyptian’s glass.


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As if Stella downing multiple Jello shots in front of him after seeing Santiago wasn't enough, she proceeded to chase after some person who he didn't know. If nothing else, Stella had introduced Oliver to a lot of people. Oliver didn't have a problem with Stella getting drunk. He didn't have a problem about her having unfinished business with dumbass 'Diablo'. Did he really think that that nickname made anyone feel any sort of way besides hateful? Yeah. Probably. He really was that cocky, wasn't he?

What Oliver did have a problem with was whatever Santiago had done to Stella to make her act that way. From what Oliver had both heard and seen, Stella was a sweet girl who didn't deserve to be hurt. The fact that Santiago had done only God knew what made him furious. He was soon pulled out of this train of thought by Stella and the other girl - Mac - having a conversation.

“So. What’s new with you and your boytoy? Last I checked, when I left for Hollywood in September you were single and well, it looks like you’ve got a date. Gotta say, I’m a little bit jealous.”

Wait. What? Huh?

Jealous? Why would she be jealous? Why would she be asking Stella and Oliver what they were? Why didn't Oliver know the answer?

"I - we - um..." The truth was, Oliver didn't know what to say. He had feelings for Stella - that much he did know. He assumed that she felt similarly, but wasn't one-hundred percent sure. They hadn't had the 'are we exclusive' conversation yet because Oliver didn't want to make Stella feel like he was rushing her or anything. Turns out being a gentleman had a way of biting you in the ass. "My name's Oliver, actually," he began, the thought of sounding like a major ass very present in the back of his mind. "I'm Stella's... I'm her date. Her very, very honored date."

That was safe enough, right? He didn't sound like a total smart ass, and he didn't manage to put him and Stella in any awkward situation. What Mac or Stella had to say about his reaction, he had no idea.
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An @Altered Tundra, @HaleyTheRandom, and @QueenNugget Collaboration post featuring Kavi Salvador, Ariel Grey, and Simone Amore

“Yo, yo, yo, what it do baby boo?”

Kavi, as he failed miserably to not only imitate Snoop Dogg’s voice and mannerisms, also brought some temporary attention to himself that he wasn’t sure he wanted. He heard snickering from around him. He didn’t know who was laughing at him, but the cackling from the peanut gallery couldn't make him feel any more embarrassed than he made himself feel. Nevertheless, he brought in Snoop D-O-Double-G in for the best urban hug greeting he could pretend like he knew how to do it. The end result was something bordering on cringe and Kavi just looking more ridiculous than he probably saw in his head.

He had to recover quickly, so Kavi returned to the safe space right by his girlfriend’s side and resumed party host duties. Not that there was anything he could say or do after this point that could possibly make things worse for him than what he just did and said. And he stood there, Kavi felt like an idiot.

Simone chuckled at Kavi's awesomely failed attempt to impersonate Snoop Dogg, and honestly, she probably couldn't have done any better, but she was going to stick with the image to make people believe that she could. "Whaddup?" She asked, lowering her voice for dramatic effect and returning the hug, rubbing her fake beard afterward, a smile on her face...which turned into pursed lips as Kavi pulled out the joints he happened to have.

“Let’s just forget that just happened and allow me to welcome you to my home -- or my parents home. Honestly, it doesn’t matter whose name or names are on the rental lease. Bottom line, I’m the host, this is my party, and you are so good at making me think you’re Snoop Dogg, we should smoke a joint to commemorate this positively accurate costume of yours.” As though he was prepared, Kavi pulled out a couple of neatly rolled joints. They weren’t Snoop Doggy Dogg caliber but they were packed with the quality one might expect. “I mean unless you’re not game.”

Kavi quickly turned to Ariel. “Oh shit, I didn’t even think -- if you don’t want to, you don’t have to smoke with us.” Kavi wasn’t even sure if Ari smoked weed. He knew Marisol did and they used to hang with each other, but he didn’t know if it was something Ari picked up along the way.

Awkward Kavi was cute. Kavi holding a joint? Not so much. ”Actually, babe… I think I’m good.” And there it was ladies and gentlemen - the problem with this gathering. It seemed that Ariel had a problem at every one of them, so why she even tried anymore she had no clue. Kavi hadn’t done anything wrong. No one had done anything wrong. But, just like so many other things, any sort of drug brought up bad memories. Memories that Ariel had done her best to bury. ”Not that there’s anything wrong with you guys doing it,” she quickly added. ”I just think it’s best if I set this one out.”

She hesitated for a hot second, a little tense. "Um, she clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth. "Hmm, actually, I'm probably gonna sit this one out this time, but thanks for the offer, she paused. "...Dawg," Simone added, only to keep up appearances. She probably should have expected something like this, given her costume, but it had still managed to catch her off guard. Plus, she didn't exactly know if she were ready, that is.

“Well this is anticlimactic.”

Kavi tried to hide his disappointment. He figured at least the one going as Snoop Dogg would be a willing participant in some recreational use of the Devil’s Lettuce, but here he was holding three joints in one hand and nobody but him willing to enjoy them. It seemed pretty awkward for him to be the only one to enjoy them while two watched. Maybe suggesting weed was a bad idea. At least, it didn’t seem to be something Ariel had particularly enjoyed from the way she had retreated to her usual bubble.

As he sighed quite disappointingly, Kavi pocketed the three joints to save them for a later date. It was the hardest drug at the party, so it wasn’t like the door was open for harder stuff. This wasn’t a Santiago party. “Well, this is pretty awkward. I had a whole series of events unfolding in my head after we got a little high, but now..” He sighed again. “I don’t know, guess we can just chill in sober awkwardness.” It was clear in his voice that half of Kavi’s energy went away as soon as the joints did.

”What’s awkward about being sober?”

He shrugged. “The fact that both of you shot it down and that it’s now out there?” He offered as a couple of examples.

”I - no one was trying to be a bitch or anything. Sometimes people just are comfortable with certain things.”

“Ari, it’s not like I was suggesting we snort a line or two of coke. That would be a Santiago thing to do. It’s just fucking weed!” Kavi shouted just a little louder than he intended to.

Clenched jaw and arms crossed, Ariel glared daggers at Kavi. What was his deal? Was it really that important to him to be high? ”No one was trying to piss you off, and no one insinuated that it was murder or anything. Jesus, Kav. If it’s that big of a deal, go out back and smoke one by yourself. Maybe you need to loosen the fuck up.”

Kavi was going to say something, but he knew it wouldn’t have been wise, especially since he, like Ariel, had a tendency to say or do something that would worsen the situation. Instead, he darted his eyes to Simone. “I’m sorry you have to hear this. We’re usually not like this, but my girlfriend is being crazy for some strange reason.”

And maybe Kavi was just going to make things worse for him regardless of who he said it to, yet it appeared to be as though he didn’t care -- at least for the time being.

Ariel could feel her face getting hotter and hotter, the familiar, somewhat blurry vision returning that was associated with angry tears. Why her only bodily reaction for anything here lately was to cry, Ariel had no idea, but she absolutely hated it. Her eyes shifted to Simone as well, trying to read the other girl's face but failing. ”I - yeah. Crazy…” she said, her voice trailing off.

Something told her that this wasn’t the first time Kavi had thought that. It probably wasn’t the first time that anyone had thought it. ”I think it’s actually best if I just step outside for a minute,” she said, turning to walk away.

Simone looked back and forth between the two as they bantered, realizing she was kinda in an awkward position. She didn't really know what to do; she agreed with Ariel more, but she also felt bad for making Kavi upset. As they continued, Simone could see Ariel's face get redder as Kavi apologized for her, before she turned to leave. "Hey hey hey, please don't leave, uh-," she started awkwardly, not sure how to handle this.

"-ahem. Listen. Kavi," she took a step closer to him, lowering her voice. "Just- don't be that guy. Please. She didn't want to do it, and now she's upset. This is a party, it's supposed to be fun and I still need to drive home." she chuckled at the end, hoping to relieve some of the tension.

Simone turned to Ariel and gave a small, yet worried smile. "And Ariel, uh, I know we don't really know each other except each other's names, but if you ever need to talk about anything…," she said politely, trailing off, not wanting anyone to leave. She didn't want to be alone.

“Seriously!?”

Kavi was speechless. He was actually unable to force words out of his mouth. He tried but nothing came out. Maybe it was for the better. Words coming from his idiotic brain landed him in the solitude he created by himself. And why did he find himself alone? Because he insisted there was nothing wrong about smoking a joint. What was even worse was how he still believed there was nothing bad about it, but what seemed to differ from past situation Kavi found himself in because of his mouth was a guilty conscious. Unlike times before where he’d shrug it off and not think twice, he had an underwhelming amount of guilt on his shoulders.

And so he went follow Ariel, but just as he did, Kavi was stopped by someone he frequently worked out with.

“Kavi, my man!” The boy said, drunk and a bit high as he brought Kavi into a hug. “Come pound a shot or ten with me, man!”

Kavi wanted to chase after Ariel. He still saw her red hair in the distance, heading towards the front door. He could ditch Tom if he wanted to, but maybe time alone was what both of them needed, so Kavi decided against it and instead let Wild Tom pull him towards the back patio where most of the better beverages were. There he would begin to pound back a few shots of tequila, though the thought of Ariel being mad at him did linger. Regardless, he prepared another shot and drank it.
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"But after seeing that... yeah, I think I've just lost my appetite." Julie could hear Chanel lament as she watched Joshua trudge away.

“Ugh shut up” The redhead said with almost a giggle as she looked around noticing that Reli was nowhere in sight. She turned to face her best friend with a mischievous smirk. “It was a necessary sacrifice.” She gave Chanel a knowing look. “Come on let’s go dance!” she demanded. She grabbed her cowgirl by the wrist and dragged her into the crowd of their dancing peers her fifth vodka soda in her other hand.

After a few songs with a few more refreshments in her, Julie was practically hanging on poor Chanel as they moved to the music laughing at how silly she must look in her big poofy dress. Suddenly Julie got really aware of how hot she felt and the beads of sweat forming on her forehead. She slowed down her movements and lifted up her hair to try and cool down, the alcohol was beginning to do its thing and Julie’s mind was becoming foggy.

“Will you just excuse me for… uh a moment.” She whispered in Chanel’s ear before she stumbled through the crowd back towards the drinks table. She steadied herself on the table as she searched for what she needed. After grabbing a bottle of water the redhead headed outside to the pool area there was a deserted beer-pong table and surprisingly not even one person in the pool.

She turned back to look inside searching the crowd for that one face. There, there he was looking as good as he always did, smiling and laughing… following a petite girl away into the shadows. With a sinking feeling she turned away from the scene.

Julie stood staring at the calm waters of the empty pool as she drank from the ice cold bottle of water. Before she knew it her fingers where undoing the button that held the dress secure in the nape of her neck. All of a sudden there she stood in her underwear taking of her heels pulling the pins out of her hair making it fall down around her shoulders. Slowly she stepped closer to the pool sitting down at the edge slipping her legs in. For a moment she sat there, thoughts swirling around inside her head. With a huff she pushed herself of the edge and went under the water swimming out to the middle of the pool before resurfacing. Floating on her back red hair flowing around her Julie stared up at the stars tears blending in with the chlorine scented water.

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The initial reluctance to face off against The Devil and The Clown of King’s Academy in a wholesome game of beer pong was quickly swept away. No longer was she Yessi, the number one thot patrol officer who failed miserably on avoiding the infamous asshole standing across from her. No, now she was Astraia the fearless warrior who was a master of wielding the great ball of pong and conqueror of the pride of the men who underestimated her. So when the fifth ball was thrown from her delicate hand with an expertly performed flick-of-the-wrist and bounced once against the table to land in the amber liquid of the red solo cup, the crowd that had grown around the intense match roared with excitement.

A high five was given to her teammates and number one supporters and she threw a pair of a wink and an exaggerated blown kiss to her opposition, “Well I hope you weren’t expecting to actually win bebé.”

The use of the old pet name Yessi had given him made Santiago bristle. It had been years since he’d last heard it-- back in the days in which things were nothing but absolute bliss between them. He’d always pretend to hate when she called him that, groaning or making faces every time he heard the word fall from her lips. But in reality, it made his pathetic player heart melt.

Now? It stung like adding salt and lemon juice on a fresh wound.

“Let’s just focus on playing the fucking game, okay?” he growled through gritted teeth, scowling at his ex-girlfriend.

Turning his attention back to the pong table stretching out in front of him, the boy took a deep breath, locked his bitter gray eyes on the easiest target, and flicked his wrist. The ball effortlessly bounced off the table- but for the slightest second, it looked like it would miss the cup. Thankfully, after an agonizing second, the white ball found itself making a satisfying splash inside the red Solo cup.

“You’re up, Big Boy,” Diablo told Max, jerking his head in the direction of the beer pong table.

Max who had been focused on a group of girls standing just behind the sliding glass doors. This group containing his ex Kellie-Anne laughing at something that the others had said. With a weird sinking feeling in his stomach, he whipped his head towards the table where his friends stood waiting. He shook his weird feelings off and plastered his signature wide smile on his face before taking the ball from Yessi's hand. Before taking the shot he put on his Roman helmet and let out a chuckle at how ridiculous he must look.

"Kobe!" The blond boy cried out before throwing the small ping-pong ball so it flew in an overhead arch towards Aiden and Santi's last cup. He could almost feel his whole team holding their breath as they watch it soar through the air. Finally, it landed in the red cup with a small splash.

There was a moment of silence before he realized he had just won. But as soon as it sunk in a loud roar left Max as he raised his arms over his head. He turned to his team high-fiving Sawyer and lifting Yessi up and spinning her around, not realizing the way Santiago tensed up as if poised to tackle him.

The scoring throw had Yessi equally cheering with the crowd, an enthusiastic fist in the air paired with her ‘Fuck Yeah!’ was echoed throughout the crowd. Only a moment was spared for her to childishly stick her tongue out at the grumpy looking Devil before she was swept up into the strong arms of her best friend and twirled around. The concentration of defeating her opponents washed away and the giddiness of her crossfade kicked in as an honest sound of sparkling giggles erupted from her mouth. “Max! Max! Put me down!”

Sawyer watched with equally bated breath as the rest of the crowd watching as Max sunk the last pong ball into the red solo cup. The boy let out a whooping howl and slapped his teammate’s hand, smirking as he lifted Yess up into the air into a spin.

”Fine ass job, man!” he congratulated Max, a smug smile on his face as he turned to face their opponents, glad his mask hid his expression. ”Better luck next time, boys.”

With both feet firmly planted on the ground Yessi’s attention was pulled away from her fellow champions and demanded by the crowd of adoring fans. Born a star she easily satisfied their desires, partaking in their conversations and jokes, but only half-heartedly, there was an obvious tension between two pairs of previous beer pong opponents still standing around the table. Those deceivingly drunk looking green eyes of hers flickered frequently between the faces and observing their nonverbal communication. Something was bound to happen.

Aiden, on the other hand, dramatically ragdolled to the ground with his limbs splaying awkwardly as he pretended to sob. “My grandma had one wish before she died! And it was to beat those no-good doers in beer pong. Alas, mawmaw, I have let thee down. The only way to fulfill my filial duty is by committing the sudoku - er, sepurku. Well, the word that means Japanese honor suicide!”

With a ‘hlegh,’ Aiden jabbed himself in the gut with a stick as if he were being stabbed by a sword and convulsed on the ground in a mockery of a death scene. It was only when he received his due amount of laughs that he easily bounced onto his feet and prowled the beer pong table for leftover alcohol.

”Bruv!” Sawyer nearly jumped. Everyone around was cheering and being loud as hell but not as loud as Gavin’s voice rang in Sawyer’s ears. He whipped around to see his brother pushing his way through the crowd, swinging an arm around his shoulder to lean in close and talk into his ear. ”You good, man? I text you when I got here.”

Sawyer rolled his eyes and nudged his brother off of him. ”I’m good, Gav. As you can see, just having a bit of fun.” Sawyer pulled the helmet off his head to look his brother in the eyes to further prove his innocence. ”Can my Keeper cut me some slack? I don’t need to be watched like a child. I’m good.”

Gavin threw his hands up, being sure not to let his cup of punch spill. ”Alright, alright. I’ll let you get back to it, then. Was just checkin’ on ya. I’m gonna scoot before Astraia sees me and has a massive fit about me lying about not coming tonight.” Sawyer nodded, his lips pressed into a thin line. He was fine. He wasn’t a toddler. He could handle himself. Sawyer turned back to the crowd of people cheering and rejoined the excitement of the win while Gavin made his way off into the sea of people to find someone else to pester.

Aiden had stalked around the beer pong table, only finding a few full solo cups which he promptly chugged, and his route ended right next to Sawyer. Aiden didn't care much about whether he won or lost the competition - either way, he was coming out drunk and doesn’t that count as a win? Aiden wasn’t much of a sore loser, but ever since the boy band broke up, Aiden found it especially important to crawl under Sawyer’s skin.

“Sure you could handle that, Twelve Steps?” Aiden jokes, wrapping his arm around Sawyer’s neck - it was more of a chokehold than an embrace, and an underlying hardness to his tone broke his carefree facade.

Sawyer grunted as Aidan wrapped his arm around his neck, his lip curling up slightly over his grit teeth. He didn’t particularly care for the name he’d used to address him. ” You know, I really don’t see this working out. See, I like girls, and uhh... I’m usually the one who does the choking, man. Plus, you already had fun with one Lockwood.”

Sawyer paused a moment, letting out a dark chuckle, ” Which you have yet to pay for, I might add,” with all the force that Sawyer could muster, he cocked his arm forward and slammed his elbow directly into the boy’s gut, hoping to at least stun him long enough to get himself out of Aidan’s grip. He wasn’t too worried about starting a fight with the overgrown prick who currently had him pretty much dead to rights. I mean, come on... What’s a party without a little violence?

Aiden fell to the ground with a grunt, a bit stunned but mostly impressed. He began to howl with laughter at the thought of little old Sawyer Lockwood gut-punching him. His hand slapped his knee repeatedly as if he were a hillbilly that heard a good joke and, once he quieted his laughter down to intermittent chuckles, propped himself up on his elbows.

"Little Sawyer Lockwood! Whatever would your mom thi– oh." Aiden began to crack up again at his accidental faux pas. He hadn't meant to make a low blow, sometimes he says things thoughtlessly like that, but he had a hard time caring about it.

Sawyer was his friend and he turned his back on him – friends don't do that. Aiden bashfully looked at his foot which he twisted side-to-side, "Is violence the thirteenth step? Sobriety sure is making you a funner person."

Sawyer could have easily brushed off the “Little” comment, but the mention of his mother left him with the feeling as if he’d just been punched in the gut. All emotion left his face as he stared at the howling hyena on the floor. Sawyer’s lip curled up as his face twisted in pure rage, his hands balled up so tightly his knuckles were starting to turn white. He could see Aiden’s mouth moving but there was no sound coming from it, at least Sawyer hadn’t heard what the boy had said.

Sensing the tension rising between the two boys stepped in closer to try to defuse the situation but it seemed that he had arrived too late. All he could do was to put a reassuring hand on Sawyers' shoulder to show compassion but also hold the smaller boy back.

Sawyer’s entire body was tensed as he took a step towards Aiden, his voice low and ‘calm’. ”Don’t ever speak of my mom again. That is your last.. and final warning,” animosity seeming to drip from his every word as he spoke. Sawyer stood there another moment as he towered over the boy on the floor where he lay before turning away to push his way through the crowd of people. It took everything in him to walk away. Truly. He’d celebrate the small victory at another time. For now, the boy needed something stronger than beer to relax the tension within him.

“Was that really necessary?” Max asked as he pulled Aiden up on to his feet.

Aiden snorted, “Is breathing necessary?”

There it was, a little something to spice up the night but Yessi wasn’t interested in her friends being the origin of that spice. So seeing Sawyer stomping away had a quick fury building in her stomach as she abruptly excused herself from the crowd and pushed her way towards the idiot getting to his feet.

But before she could take more than a few steps, Santiago grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her closer to him. "You are coming with me, Astraia. It's about time you and I have a fucking talk," the boy growled in her ear, not bothering to wait for an answer before dragging her away from the crowd.

The internal groaning of her annoyed soul quieted the snark that danced at her tongue and she matched the quick gait Grump of the Year used to drag her away from the noise of the party. “Not that I mind the rough treatment… especially from you but I would have followed if you asked nicely. Also, can you wash your face off before we have this talk, your little Juggalo getup is giving me anxiety.”

Max reacted instinctively when he saw Santiago approach Yessi and drag her away. He quickly followed them and grabbed the Latin boy by the arm and pulled him close to him. "Are you sure you want to do this now? April might be here." He whispered almost like a hiss nodding his head toward the glass doors through which you could see two-thirds of The Unholy Trinity dancing and having fun.

Furious, Santiago whipped his head around, fist balled up and ready to be smashed into the face of whoever had dared to grab him. However, his slight hesitation gave Max the opportunity to count his blessings instead of giving him a free ticket straight to the ER. It didn't, however, absolve his friend from finally hearing all the pent-up words he'd been holding back for the past week.

"So now you're suddenly worried about me again? After blowing me off all damn week to hang out with Yessi here? Real fucking friend you are…" the young man spat, with nothing but venom in his words. "I know for a fact Lils isn't here: I told her to stay home to avoid anything happening to the b- to her. So do me a favor, won't you? Fuck off and mind your own damn business, Max."

Taken aback with the animosity in his friend's voice, Max took a step away from Santiago, “Oh, I blew you off all week?! Check your phone, douchebag! If you bothered to answer when I called you, you would know what the fuck was up!” He shoved his finger in his face feeling anger rise in his voice. “Grow the fuck up, Santiago! Take responsibility for your own damn actions for once in your goddamn life. I’m fucking done!” he growled before turning on his heel and storming off leaving the pair standing there stunned by his unusual display of anger.

“Take a deep breath, Santi.” Yessi finally piped up after a moment of her stunned silence. Sure, neither this time nor this place was an ideal setting for their talk, but nothing really worked in the world of ideals so they’d make the best of their circumstances. “C’mon let’s go talk somewhere with fewer interruptions.” Yessi didn’t wait for his answer before she grabbed his hand and led him back inside the crowded house and towards a host of vacant bedrooms.
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I've tried to fight our energy
But everytime I think I'm free

You get high and call on the regular
I get weak and fall like a teenager
Why, oh why does God keep bringing me back to you?
I get drunk, pretend that I'm over it
Self-destruct, show up like an idiot
Why, oh why does God keep bringing me back to you?

I go back to you, back to you, back to you
Back to you, back to you, back to you
I go back to you, back to you, back to you every time



From her position in front of the drinks table, Kellie Anne’s gaze followed Max and his friend group. Her brown eyes watched as their seemingly innocent beer pong game turned into the perfect setup for a WWE Tag Team match between Santiago and Aiden VS Max and Sawyer, eventually ending in Sawyer storming off in one direction, Santiago dragging Yessi somewhere else, and Max stomping out the opposite way.

As she watched him leave, Kellie Anne bit her lip, feeling all sorts of torn about what to do. A part of her knew that following Max would probably do more harm than good: she was probably the last person he wanted to see or hear right now, and it wouldn’t be fair to Shawna and Sunshine if she suddenly dropped off the face of the Earth. But the other part of her-- the one still head over heels in love with the blond ball of sunshine-- knew that there was nobody else around that understood him the way she did. She knew all the right words and all the right ways to . And he seemed like he could seriously use a friend.

After a deep breath, the brunette turned to excuse herself from her friends, but neither Shawna nor Sunshine were in sight. Taking that as a sign that she was meant to follow her heart this time around, Kellie walked away in the general direction where Max had gone. It didn’t take long for her to find him fuming alone in the back patio.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Kellie said softly, hovering by the balcony door instead of walking towards him in case he didn't feel like talking to her.

Max had ripped off his helmet and thrown it aside in a fit of unusual anger. A low grunt left him as he gritted his teeth, breathing heavy as he rested his head in his hands. When the female voice reached his ears, the boy slowly turned his head, fixing his pale blue eyes at whoever was talking. As his eyes adjusted to the dim light he noticed it was his ex-girlfriend dressed as his favorite Disney princess. Had she done that on purpose? He sighed. "Not really… just assholes being assholes. Nothing new." He flashed her his usual bright smile, even though he felt anything but happy.

"You know you've never been able to fool me, right?" she told him with a small smile, choosing to slowly approach him and take his hand in hers. What she really wanted to do was wrap him in her arms and hold him close, like she used to do just mere months ago. But in their current shaky state, this was probably the best physical contact they could have. "Talk to me, Max. Just because we're not dating anymore doesn't mean I stopped caring about you."

He took her hand and held it, smiling at how small it looked in his. Max looked down at her again, with a more genuine smile on his face this time. “For real, though, there isn’t anything to talk about. It’s just that Santiago has been getting on my nerves lately. Like, I get it! He’s under a lot of stress because of the ba-... because of things.” He quickly turned his head away from Kellie's questioning look. “Fuck, I don’t know! He just need to grow the fuck up!” he said loud enough for people near them to turn and look. “Sorry, Kells, you don’t need to stay out here with me. Go on and have fun with your friends.” he whispered patting her hand before letting it go.

"I don't need to, but I want to," she answered, making no signs of leaving his side. "Unless you want me to go?"

Maybe it was the amount of beers he had drank or the realization that he had really missed her that made him close the gap between her with a big step. "What do you want with this?" He said in a low voice piercing her with his blue stare.

"I want you to know I still care about you," Kellie answered without missing a beat, following his example and taking another step in his direction. "And… I miss you," she admitted pathetically in barely more than a whisper, relentless brown eyes locked on his now.

It took every fiber in his body not to kiss her right then and there. But there was that small voice in the back of his head whispering ‘you broke up for a reason’. So Max let out a frustrated sigh and turned away sitting down on one of the lounge chairs. “I’d be lying if I said I haven’t missed you too… but we both know.” He began staring at his twiddling hands. “We both know we’re no good for each other.” he said feeling all of the air leaving his lungs as soon as the words left him.

It was Kellie's turn to sigh now. "I wouldn't necessarily say that…" she told him, taking a seat in the lounge chair next to his. "We weren't bad or toxic or terrible to each other. I think we made a hell of a pair. It's just… Right person, wrong time, maybe?" she mused, pulling a grape lollipop from the pocket of her costume and popping it into her mouth.

Max let out a small laugh shaking his head. Had she forgotten how bad it had been the last few weeks of their relationship? All of the fights and distrust? "Maybe…" he leaned back looking up at the night sky falling silent.

The girl watched him for a few long seconds before following his example again, leaning back in her own chair and looking up at the sky.

There was a moment of silence between them as they, finally broken by Kellie Anne. "I know Havana misses you," she said quietly with a smile, speaking about the golden teacup Pomeranian that was probably curled up asleep in her little bed inside the brunette's room. "She does this thing that every time we go out for a walk, she'll start pulling on her little leash and wrestle me to go to your house."

Max kept his eyes at the sky, letting out another little laugh “Yeah… Charlie does the same. We went for a jog a couple of days ago and we ended up in front of your house.” he said slowly.

Kellie couldn't help but laugh as well. How ironic it that even their own pets were fighting so hard to bring them back together? "Maybe they're trying to tell us something," she teased, poking Max on the cheek with the lollipop and giggling again.

Max turned his head slowly wiping the sticky spot that the lollipop left. “Oh? And what would that be?” he raised his eyebrows and shot her a questioning look. He knew what she was hinting at but really he just wanted her to say it, confirm that it wasn’t just him that missed the good times they had.

"Maybe you should take the dog out for a walk," she said simply with a shrug of her shoulders, giving Max a meaningful look. Although the sentence sounded innocent enough to any listeners, six months of dating had made the intentions behind the phrase crystal-clear to the Roman soldier and Snow White.

Max sat up straight and stared at her for a moment. “Really?” he whispered huskily. He leaned forward his elbows on his knees. “Do you think that is a good idea?” the blond man asked quietly in Snow White’s ear.

His hot breath in her ear brought back all sorts of memories of the many passionate encounters between them, sending shivers down her spine. “I-I mean, I’m just saying-” Kellie stammered, trying to find the right words to convey her message when she was so caught up under Max’s spell. “Maybe the exercise will do him some good. Release the tensions and the pent-up anger and all that.”

The signature Wallenberg smile spread across Max’s face as he slowly got to his feet. He looked around and gazed inside of the house. Turning back to face Kellie he extended his arm towards her. “Well? I’m not walking the dog all by myself…” he stated smile still intact. “You coming?”

There was only a split-second of hesitation in which Kellie’s thoughts ventured down to Shawna and their developing friendship. But one more look at that bright smile and those breathtaking blue eyes, and the lingering doubts vanished on the spot. Smiling back at him, Snow White stood up from her own chair and linked her tan, slender arm with his light-skinned, muscular one.

“Lead the way, soldier,” she said teasingly, shooting him a playful wink.

Max smirked at her as she grabbed his arm and started to walk back inside. As the pair entered the home they took a left toward the hallway of doors, assuming it would be the bedrooms. And as luck would have it, the second door they checked actually was a bedroom. After locking the door, he faced Kellie. Max stepped closer to her, brushed her hair aside and cupped her face with his hands. He searched her face for a trace of doubt before asking, “Are you sure this is what you want?”

There was no verbal response from the young woman. Instead, Kellie wrapped her arms around Max, pulled him close and pressed her grape-flavored lips against his.

The soldier responded instantly by moving his hands down Kellie’s body, returning the kiss with the intensity that he remembered from when they were together. He ran his hands up her back and unzipped her costume, letting it fall down to the floor. Max lifted her slim body and put her down on the bed, taking a moment to undo his cape and throw it aside as he climbed up on the bed to join her. He kissed every part of her body the way he used to, while she lay with eyes closed savoring his touch on her skin. And just like old times, they were soon consumed whole by the flaming passion between them.

Finally, Kellie was back in Max’s arms… The way things were supposed to be.
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