[center][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/26u4jAqwHz3oW3hRu/giphy.gif[/img] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/200127/fe8101549de239f941fcd7ba93b6bd60.png[/img] ________________________________________________ [color=536878]________________________________________________[/color][/center] [indent][color=gray]Was the nerdy-ass jock actually the one hosting this party? When Lucky Cross thought of bangers, he did not think of [i]Aria Herondale[/i]. She was respected, sure, but she had no idea what made parties [i]worth[/i] attending. He doubted the lot that was already there pre-gamed, he doubted any of them had anything but maybe one weed delight made by that wonderfully, dimple-faced JK, and he doubted anyone made a mistake yet. So honestly? It would be a disservice to her, and the entire party, if he didn't help out, even just a little. With disgust written all over his face, the Hound twirled the keys of his father's old wagnoneer, that he [i]borrowed[/i], with a cigarette resting in between his lips, waiting for two others to grab the goods he brought. First, his boy, [url=https://66.media.tumblr.com/c91f00b91a6cb8068f36c6da1aa607dc/tumblr_pmdg9ydJLJ1ugmvi4_640.gif]Hunter "Chase" Wolfe[/url], who was currently suspended from Rosefell for who-the-hell-knows-how-long, carried the cooler full of hard, one-cup-could-get-you-drunk, jungle juice, while hanging over his shoulder was a duffel bag filled with fireworks, because who doesn't like fireworks? Yeah, most of it was illegal, but who the hell cares? This was a party. Chase was a fellow boy battling demons, having grabbed someone's trumpet from their hand, and — well, the whole school knows the [url=https://media.giphy.com/media/TIwIjDA0PiJrjOTm6w/giphy.gif]story[/url]. He either talked too little, or too much, but it all ended the same. With violence. Beside Chase, throwing her hoodie over her head, was someone Lucky considered a little sister, and the only one that could calm the storm of her act-first friends, even though she was [i]basically[/i] their age and also had [i]aggressive [/i]tendencies: [url=https://i.imgur.com/6mABZtV.gif]Nellie[/url]. Her full name was Helena Perfect, but she was far from perfect and one of the most vulgar students at their school. She was a bitch, and a boss, and she didn't need to pretend to be a barbie to get her point across. She was like a chihuahua, but her bite was that of an untrained pitbull. The main reason she could handle damaged and broken people was because she too was damaged and broken. Throwing her backpack over her shoulder, with the more prized goods (drugs), she snagged the cig from her friend and took a drag, [color=AB4E52]"You're wasting good shit on kids that don't deserve it."[/color] [color=536878]"That may be the case."[/color] Lucky clasped his father's keys tightly in his hand. Peering down at the shortie, his lips rose upward into a smirk, [color=536878]"But, you know me. And I love—"[/color] [color=AB4E52]"Mayhem. Chaos. Stupidity. Yeah, yeah. I know."[/color] She flicked the ashes on her friend's shoe, before adding, [color=AB4E52]"Y'know Hunt' and I ain't staying for this shit. This place reeks of turds and cunts.”[/color] She blew smoke in his face, before dropping his cig on the floor and rubbing it on the ground with her foot. Only here because she “owed” him one, and also because she knew he convinced Chase to come along and there was no need for someone to go to the hospital. Oh, how lady like. [color=AB4E52]“When you're done playin' around with your dick, come over and watch some flicks, you hear?"[/color] [color=536878]"Of course."[/color] In amusement, Lucky chuckled, before handing over his keys to the tiny girl and grabbing two cases of beer from the back seat of the car. There was never enough alcohol at these things, and he’d be damned if his buzz left him. [color=39b54a]“We can keep your mom’s whiskey?”[/color] Chase grumbled, as he adjusted the cooler in his hands. A little ticked Nellie wasn’t going to let him stay for at least a drink. [color=536878]"Yeah, man. She won’t know it’s gone. But you do need to get the car back.”[/color] [/color][/indent] [hr] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/ZRnABej.gif[/img][/center] [indent][color=gray]Finally arriving, Lucky and his crew made their entrance, by Chase putting the cooler down, lighting a roman candle, and shooting it toward the lake. As unsafe as that was, he didn't hit anyone. [color=AB4E52]"Alright losers!"[/color] Nellie shouted, as she made her way to the favor/snack table. Taking her bag off, she dumped the goods on the table. Out of her bag came drugs you'd find at a rave, think MDMA and LSD, glowy shit like sticks and jewelry, a bag of weed, a couple already rolled joints, and a weed bowl. Fuck them, she wasn't going to bring her bong. [color=AB4E52]"Don't be fucking pussies, this is a party, ain't it?"[/color] Once Lucky placed the cases by the beer pong table, he went toward the first people he caught sight of at the beginning, his childhood friend, Melissa, and an eyesore, [color=536878]"If you two are going to eye fuck each other, why don't you do it while playing a game?"[/color] He gave Melissa a challenging, slightly annoyed glare, [color=536878]"Come down from your pedestal, and show these kids how to party."[/color] His friend was well aware of how bluntly Logan spoke. To her, no less. But, she knew, he had her in his best interest and her sitting way up there, while everyone was awkwardly making conversation, was not the way to go. Once the fireworks went out, Chase grabbed the cooler and put it by the drink table, [color=39b54a]“Want to feel good, fast? Drink this."[/color] After the cooler was situated, he took his duffel bag off and tossed it to the person with the marshmallows, sitting by their lonesome self (Dylan), who was not too far from the people sharing an intimate moment on a log (Mia and Ludvig), [color=39b54a]“You there, stop thinking and have fun."[/color] Pulling Chase's arm, both him and her grabbing a shot off the table, they made their way to their friend, handing him the two shots - well aware what he was up to. He offered Dee a shot, his way of declaring war, and slyly grinned, [color=536878]"You two versus me and whoever-the-fuck-else. Let's get this party started, shall we?"[/color] [color=AB4E52]"You hear that, dipshits! Who wants to play beer pong with this asshat?! The big bad wolf!"[/color] Now, this was a show, and if these two refused, that would be rather embarrassing. [/color][/indent]