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[b]Location: The Party[/b]
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[u][i]ka pāʻani nui[/i][/u] - The Great Game

All the pieces mattered and they were all here by the looks of things. Tane’s midnight eyes scanned the room, registering the faces and bodies of those in attendance of the festivities on the first floor. It didn’t take long for the boy to work our who was drunk and who was not, to see where his classmates fell on the Van Wilder scale of party people and party hacks. As his eyes slipped over to the raven haired temptress under his left arm, he could sense the slight dread in her. Watching her eyes frantically search for the he who must not be named was a sight to behold. Tane had clocked Leo as soon as the pair had walked through the door and a subtle smirk crossed his endless jawline. He moved his hand down Soleil’s back and rested it on her ample rear before whispering in her ear; [color=B4B4B4]”Follow my lead and just relax. Why don’t you go say hi to the Pride and I’ll go get us some drinks?”[/color]

[i]Let the game begin[/i]

The Hawaiian Superman made his way over to the mountain of solo cups that had amassed on a nearby table and took two from the pile for him and Sol. It was time to pick their respective poisons for the evening. From what Tane knew of most alcohols, there was no clear way of predicting how someone’s body would react to the one or another type. This would be an interesting experiment for sure, he could feed the Queen of Kings the high grade tequila to his left and she could be fine but perhaps the cheap as chips beer to his right could screw her beyond belief. ‘‘Twas one of life’s greatest conundrums...how did he get Soleil Jameson so fucked up that she would forget all her problems? He finally settled on a strong whiskey for himself as it seemed the most Machiavellian of all the drinks on display and for Sol he went with a little clever and made up a Moscow Mule; a test of his nonexistent but totally believable bar tending skills. Fuck you Tom Cruise.

Like the deep water predator he was, Tane surveyed the room from afar taking in the glorious set of visions that were the female student body. It almost seemed like an entry requirement that San Agustin Academy’s pupils had to be ridiculously attractive. His dark eyes drifted to Talya and Savannah as they danced the night away. Sav’s legs for days, Talya’s big blue eyes….they were entranced with each other. Truly it was a sight to behold watching there two majestic creatures in their home environment. TJ glanced in his direction, was she looking at him? No she looked passed him towards the booze. He couldn’t blame her, it was an enticing looking table. Still, he did love a redhead. There were so many more but they weren’t tonight’s prey; another time perhaps.

Tane locked his gaze into Soleil across the room and downed the drink in his hand. The problem with believers, is they’ll let anyone in the door and the problem with deceivers is all the bodies buried under the floorboards. What were his intentions for the raven haired temptress? He wasn’t exactly sure yet, he’d let the night fall where it may. There were plenty of girls here to join him in his dark games but she was his tonight, whose to say she would be tomorrow? There would be no regrets tonight, only learning.

He made his way behind Sol and placed the drink in her hand. [color=B4B4B4]”Here you go m’lady. I’m gonna go play some games, care to join me?”[/color] The budding politician popped a kiss on her cheek before he made his way over to the gathering circle for spin the bottle and took his seat.

[color=B4B4B4]”I’m in”[/color][/center]