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[color=FDF5E6][Sub][i]A [@GhostMami] & [@smarty0114] Collaboration
[b]Featuring [color=98817b]Wesley Slater[/color] & [color=66cc66]Bradley Barron[/color][/b][/i][/sub][/color]
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[indent][color=FDF5E6]Bradley’s head swiveled from Griffin’s receding form to Wes, back and forth, the extra basketball band still clutched in his hand. The pounding of the music was disorienting, and the liquor in his stomach wasn’t helping. He shouldn’t have come tonight. This was all about to go horribly wrong. He looked down at his empty cup, nerves swarming in his gut. [color=66cc66][i]Seize the day, seize the day, seizethedayseizethedayseizethday.[/i][/color] The mantra blended together in his head until it was just a jumble of words, and Wes was standing in front of him, cute and slightly disheveled, but still, just right. 

He did his best to grin and cover up the turmoil inside, reaching out to hand the band to Wes. [color=66cc66][b]“Griff wanted me to give you this,”[/b][/color] Bradley said, holding up his own wrist to show off his matching one. [color=66cc66][b]“Don’t ask why, something about good luck,”[/b][/color] He said, omitting the fact that the luck had been more for Brad’s sake than Wesley’s. [color=66cc66][b]“I’m guessing the booze run went well, considering this is a success,”[/b][/color] Bradley said, nodding his head to the beat of the music and looking everywhere except Wes’ eyes.

Wesley took the bracelet and looked at it quizzically, turning it over in his hand. Something about it made him smile… probably the fact that this was exactly the kind of trinket he would pilfer from someone’s room if he saw it just laying around. A little happy memory to stow away in his growing stash of them. [color=98817b][b]“Well, we could actually use this bit of luck soon, so it’s good timing.”[/b][/color] Wesley was referring, of course, to the genius plan he had come up with in his pre-party nap dreams. Before Wes could reveal his fantastic plan to Bradley, he was distracted by the mention of the booze cruise. [color=98817b][b]“Yeah, it was totally awesome! Sav and Erica are way more meddlesome than they look, cheeky little criminals, they are. Although… I think I made Erica mad at me by pretending to be her boyfriend in front of the cashier…”[/b][/color] Wes mused with a bummed out shrug.

Confusion flashed across Brad’s face at the last bit. Did that have something to do with Erica and Griff’s dance earlier? Maybe that had been happening under his nose for longer than he’d realized. [color=66cc66][b]“Erica’s usually mad about something.”[/b][/color] He didn’t want to dwell on how the thought of Wes and Erica dating hollowed him out and filled him back up with longing, a longing that seemed to steal all the words he wanted to say. He needed another drink.

[color=66cc66][b]“What’s the luck for?”[/b][/color] Bradley asked, trying to steer his way back into safe, calm waters. Pranks, if that’s what Wes was referring to, had become their own language, the bonding that had brought them so close. Even if he couldn’t find the words right now, he could always talk about a way to stick it to the powers the be.

[color=98817b][b]“Oh right!”[/b][/color] Wesley exclaimed, gesturing with his drink excitably, sloshing it a bit in doing so. [color=98817b][b]“If the narcolepsy is good for anything, it’s for the flashes of genius I get while I’m sleeping. SERIOUSLY, I almost slept through the party for this shit.”[/b][/color] Wes stopped to lick the drips off the side of his cup and take a hefty gulp of his drink before he spilled more of the precious nectar in his excitement. [color=98817b][b]“[i]Anyywayyy[/i], you know how we’ve been trying to figure out how to smuggle in spray paint?”[/b][/color] Wes waited for confirmation before continuing.

The smile that spread across his face was pure instinct, brought on by Wes’ own excitement. It was infectious. He’d always felt like he was always meant to be looking at the canvas, capturing the colorful people of the world while he moved on in black and white. With Wes… every laugh showered him in the rarest pigments, and for a moment the monotone shades of gray faded. [color=66cc66][b]“Of course, it’s gonna be the best vandalism this place has ever seen,”[/b][/color] Bradley said, spirits lifting as he spoke.

[color=98817b][b]“Damn straight it will be.”[/b][/color] Wes said and went to tap red solo cups in cheers with B-rad, only to find that his cup runneth [i]empty[/i]. [color=98817b][b]“Whoa, you ain’t got nothing in your cup, we gotta fix that first, c’mon.”[/b][/color] He ushered his friend through the crowd of fellow students and over to the makeshift bar. [color=98817b][b]“So here’s the thing…”[/b][/color] Wes began, a crooked smirk complimenting the single eyebrow that raised as he revealed his plan. [color=98817b][b]“What if we didn’t have to smuggle anything [i]in[/i] at all?”[/b][/color] Wes waited again, letting the dramatic suspense build.

Clear liquid, indistinguishable from water except for the tell tale thickness of liquor, filled Bradley’s cup, followed by a generous amount of sugary red juice. He nodded as Wes’ words fought through the haze of his mind and burst into the light of understanding, signalled by a drawn out, [color=66cc66][b]“Ohhhhhhhhhhh!”[/b][/color] Bradley took a gulp of his drink, thankful for the new influx of alcohol, before continuing. [color=66cc66][b]“Wes, you’re a fucking genius! I could kiss you right now!”[/b][/color] Oh. He hadn’t meant to say that last part. He hastily covered his mouth with his cup, taking another gulp as embarrassment and drunkenness turned his face redder and redder.

[color=98817b][b]“Exactly!”[/b][/color] Wesley exclaimed with a giggle and polished off the rest of the mixed drink in his own cup. He thought of Brad’s statement as nothing more than the shared excitement of the moment and began to mix himself another drink. The effects of the rum were already buzzing within him, making his blood feel warm and heavy. [color=98817b][b]“There’s already spray paint here, in the school. No smuggling of contraband needed. There’s loads of it in the technology department, dude, we just gotta go get it.”[/b][/color] The mischievous glint in Wesley’s eyes was nothing short of devilish as he smirked above the rim of his solo cup.

[color=66cc66][b]“We can go tonight, while everyone's here. If security should be concerned with anything, it’s this,”[/b][/color] Bradley said, laughing softly. His eyes ran over Wesley’s frame then quickly glanced away. [color=66cc66][b]“Has Griff seemed off to you?”[/b][/color] Bradley added, nerves pushing him further and further away from the conversation he needed to be having right now. The band around his wrist seemed to burn, as if trying to remind him of the promise he’d made.

[color=98817b][b]“Griff’s always been a bit of an odd duck… but, yeah, he’s been pretty weird since getting out of the hospital.”[/b][/color] Wesley shrugged, taking a sip of his freshly mixed rum and coke. [color=98817b][b]“Maybe he’s still feeling a little off, musta been one helluva flu. And I guess it’s going around too, a couple of other kids got it, even Theo, and he’s tough as a bear.”[/b][/color] Bringing the topic back to the mission at hand, Wesley pointed at Bradley with the index finger of the hand holding his cup. [color=98817b][b]“But rewinding it back, you, my friend, are the real genius here! Tonight is the perfect night to go through with the heist! Both our friends AND the security should be distracted, it’s fucking [i]perfect[/i]. It’s the most opportune moment, we have to seize it!”[/b][/color] Wesley grabbed a small, almost flask-sized handle of vodka that he could easily stash away in his pocket from the counter. [color=98817b][b]“What'd ya say? We head out now, with drinks for the road?”[/b][/color] Wes smirked and shook the bottle for emphasis, causing the vodka to slosh back and forth inside.

Bradley grinned, and finished off his drink, certain he’d need the courage. It would just be him and Wes, doing what they did best; wreaking havoc. He could do this. [color=66cc66][b]“Hard to argue with that.”[/b][/color] He looked around, cautious of any watchful eyes, pilfered his own miniature bottle, and slipped into the crowd. Just before they were cut off, Brad’s hand clutched Wesley’s tugging him along and out into the considerably cooler air of the dorm hallway. He let out a sigh of relief, and gestured towards the exit, glad to be free of the oppressive heat of the party. [color=66cc66][b]“Lead the way, partner in crime.”[/b][/color]

Wesley snickered as Bradley tugged the pair of them out into the hallway. He had the small bottle of vodka in his pocket, but his plastic cup was still in his hand. A portion of the brown cocktail sloshed out of it, leaving a nice solid stain in the hallway to remember this night by later. [color=98817b][b]“Shit!”[/b][/color] He remarked, more so upset about the lost alcohol than the stained carpet, and ran along with Brad towards the exit. Time to break into the school and steal some property in order to vandalize some property. With the booze run already under his belt, how many more crimes could Wesley fit into one single friday? Only time would tell…[/color][/indent]