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[i][b]Featuring: [color=B4B4B4]Tane Fifita[/color] and [color=B22222]Soleil Jameson[/color] [@Venus][/b][/i]
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[indent][indent][b][i][indent]How much tail did JFK get?[/indent][/i][/b]
It was an age old question oft asked about the 35th President of ye olde United States. As the future president of this great country, Tane Fifita wondered whether or not he would surpass the once supreme leader. This party on the first floor would be a good place to start his quest to beat the greats for sure. It would also serve many other different purposes; networking with other politically minded students (if there were any); getting his face and name known to other students, practice for the future campaign trail, finding out the glorious secret to those fancy little cocktail sausages….

That was, of course, if he could convince Soleil to attend-- and she was stubborn… [i]Le shock…[/i]

The Queen of Kings was hitting the strike pads he was manning quite hard. She very obviously had some pent up frustrations she was dealing with, most likely to do with Leo or some other guy. Tane had been in the middle of his second workout of the day when the dark haired beauty came into the fitness center and demanded to join him. He learned a while ago not to try and argue with the broad-shouldered jungle girl.

[color=B4B4B4]"Left jab. Right cross. Left uppercut. Go.”[/color] He called out. [color=B4B4B4]"Other than your aversion to men, Sol, I need you to give me one valid reason as to why you do not want to go to this party.”[/color] 

[color=firebrick]"First of all, I do [i]not[/i] have an aversion to men,"[/color] Sol interjected defensively, using all of her strength to follow the combination Tane had just given her. [color=firebrick]"If anything, it's a temporary aversion to one male in particular. And second, I just don't want to go to that stupid party. I see no fun in getting shitfaced and making dumb decisions that'll be regretted tomorrow morning. Now, if that's your kinda scene: be my guest. But don't expect me to go and watch everyone make fools of themselves."[/color]

[color=B4B4B4]“Surely that’s more of a reason to go?”[/color] Tane changed his stance slightly to allow for a more distance between him and Sol. [color=B4B4B4]“Imagine the power you can have over people just by being present when they make those mistakes. The sheer control you can have just by knowing something: that’s real enticing. Combination jabs right, left, left, right cross.”[/color] The island boy moved his pads higher for her to stretch out before continuing. [color=B4B4B4]“Think of Leo out of his mind. That guy will cause himself no end of embarrassment and you can be there to witness it in all its majesty and will be able to lord it over him for a long time, girl.”[/color]

As tempting as was the possibility of watching Leo make a complete fool of himself (or even see his ego take a hit-- wouldn't that be a treat?), it certainly wasn’t enough to sway the boxer girl’s mindset. [color=firebrick]"Knowing me, my sorry ass would step up to help him instead of letting him learn his lesson the hard way..."[/color] she grumbled, swinging and punching pads per Tane's instructions. [color=firebrick]"And I don't need information to blackmail anyone around here. The power of physical intimidation does wonders. One right hook to the ribs, and bitches end up singing like songbirds."[/color]

Tane took a step back and lowered the strike pads. [color=B4B4B4]"Break.”[/color] He stripped their pads off of his hands and made his way over to a nearby bench to grab some water, while Sol broke her fighting stance and took a seat on said bench. [color=B4B4B4]“Physicality isn’t always enough, babe. Body and mind working in unison: that’s where the essence of pure control lies.[/color] He took a swig from his bottle and offered it to the dark haired beauty, who gratefully accepted it and took a long, refreshing sip. [color=B4B4B4]“Personally, I think you’re being a bit of a coward. You present yourself as this big, bad Queen above all-- I don’t see that. Right now, you’re just a little girl scared of a bit of confrontation. [b]Suck it up[/b]. Find that power inside yourself, get your ass to that party, and prove to me that you’re not afraid.”[/color]

[indent][i]Coward.[/i][/indent]
The taunting word seemed to ring loudly across the room, echoing cruelly on Soleil's ears. Coward certainly wasn’t a word people would ever use to describe her; what with the way she carried herself, the way she fought, how she stood her ground and took on any challenge head-on. And yet, as much as she hated to admit it: Tane wasn’t wrong, and neither was Leo when they’d had that fight earlier (although he hadn’t exactly used the word). Sure: there was no denying that Sol was a beast when it came to physical confrontations. But when it came to matters of emotion and the heart, the prospect of vulnerability and letting her guard down turned her legs to jelly, and she avoided them like the plague.

So: was Sol a coward? Yes.

Was she going to own up to it? [i]Hell No[/i].

[color=firebrick]"What the fuck did you just say to me?"[/color] she questioned, raising an inquisitive eyebrow in Tane's direction as if daring him to reconsider what he’d just said.

[color=B4B4B4]“You heard me. [i]Prove me wrong[/i].”[/color] Anger was a prime motivator, and Tane knew from his prior interactions with Soleil that pissing her off would be a fantastic way to cajole her into attending the party. It was simple mathematics. The more ingredients in the pot, the better the flavour-- and the budding politician wanted to taste everything that this school had to offer: the good, or the bad, or the in between. It was all part of his philosophy. He grabbed a towel and tossed it over to her. [color=B4B4B4]“Cool off, put on your nicest dress and meet me in twenty.”[/color]

That familiar feeling of deep-rooted anger bubbling underneath her skin made its return with a vengeance. The girl’s hands balled up into fists while her toned body tensed up as if posing itself for a fight. But as much as Sol wanted to jump up from the bench and use her fists to make Tane regret his choice of words, somewhere inside her quick-tempered mind there was still enough rationale to keep her somewhat grounded. She used that small glimmer of reason to keep herself anchored away from unleashing her fury on a friend.

[color=firebrick]“You’ll regret this,”[/color] Soleil eventually growled, arched eyebrows knitted together in a scowl as she took the red boxing gloves off her hands and wiped the sweat off her face with the towel the boy had tossed her. [color=firebrick]“I’ll make you eat your fucking words, Alitane. Just fucking watch me,”[/color] she declared, rolling the towel it into a ball and flnging it at his face before rising to her feet and stomping towards the exit. But when she had reached the door, Shady turned around for a split second. [color=firebrick]"And for the record: I'm not wearing a fucking dress,"[/color] she spat before flipping him off and slamming the door.

A smile crept upon his handsome features as he watched her leave. In this human game of chess, all the pieces mattered and Soleil was a very important piece to play.

A short while later, Tane had headed off to his room after drying the sweat off of his massive 6’1 frame. As expected, his homestead was littered with inspirational posters from his favourite politicians, authors, activists and philosophers. There were books scattered everywhere, dumbbells and the wrappers of some tasty energy bars. How blessed must Tane’s roommate have been to put up with his organised chaos. He climbed into shower to soothe his burning muscles. As the steam rose up around him, the boy imagined himself in a hot spring somewhere in feudal Japan, listening to the flutes of the geishas and allowing all of his problems to wash away. His palette would be cleansed, ready to be stained by the events of the party. Soon after, Tane found himself on the first floor, dressed in an immaculately pressed grey suit with his glasses nearly framing his chiselled face. 

Meanwhile, up in her second floor bedroom Soleil was letting out a litany of curses as she  put on the finishing touches on her simple makeup look. As it often happens when one gets lazy and puts off laundry day for weeks, the young woman was left with a very small selection of potential outfit choices for the party. Most of the remaining clean clothing items were athletic wear that, in normal circumstances, she would be more than happy to throw on and waltz out the door. But gym clothes were probably what Tane expected her to wear-- and she was on a mission to prove him wrong for the rest of the night. So instead of her usual sweats and t-shirt, Sol wore a [url=https://i.imgur.com/JrnswVP.jpg]form-fitting, burgundy velvet dress[/url], paired with silver stud earrings and a pair of low-top white Converse sneakers.

With one last glance at the reflection in the full-length mirror and a resigned sigh, Sol left the safety of her bedroom and made her way downstairs, where Tane was already waiting for her

[color=B4B4B4]“Let's get in there, babe.”[/color] he said as soon as he was within earshot, grinning at his friend. And with his arm around the waist of the smug, bomb-looking Sol, the two friends made their entrance to the godforsaken party.

[color=firebrick][indent][i][b]I’ll show you who’s a fucking coward…[/b][/i][/indent][/color][/indent][/indent][/color]