Drunken Fist-o-Fury (November 2009)

[narakunohana]

Quest Name:

Drunken Fist-o-Fury

Format:

Singular (You make only one, non-interactive post that takes your character throughout the entire event.)

Reward:

• +5 Experience Points
  
• Customized Item Piece : Second piece (+0.1x)
  
• +$1000
  

Scenario:

With all the ruckus of last month's halloween party, you've forgotten all about the best day of the year!

No, it isn't Christmas! It's a year early!

It's Oktoberfest, dimwits. Beer? VODKA?! BOOZE?!!1! Yes. One of the older faculty decided to throw a huge retirement party at his house apparently. Interestingly, he invited every single student on 259 to join him in getting drunk.

Of course, Hilarity ensues after that.

Requirements:

• Your characters are invited to a party and are to get drunk - if your character doesn't drink, or has a high tolerance to alcohol, do whatever it takes.
  
• No, you may not get people drunk to do anything beyond PG-16, nice try.
  
• You are required to have at least 500 words excluding BBCode.
  
• Monthly Event ends at the end of the month, obviously.
  
• You are to describe what happened to your character before, during the party and the morning after. Yes, Hangovers. LOL.
  

[Kevala Badoer]

---The Party---

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It was already getting late and Kevala still had not left the house. She had so much to get done she had thought about not even getting into the car and driving to the party that the teacher was throwing. I mean come on. It was a strange idea to be going to a teacher’s party right? But hey, this school was strange as hell so who knew what would happen. Heh. Either way, as soon as she made sure that the twins were asleep and that the Nanny had the proper instructions as to what was occurring this evening, she would go to her room to get dressed.

Now the question was…

What to wear?

She went through her entire closet trying to find something to wear. Not sure if she wanted to go with the casual look or something a bit more eye catching. After going through and trying on about 6 different outfits, she decided what the fuck and went with a sexy and yet cute outfit

Satisfied with what she had chosen to wear, she would make her way out of her suit and down into the rest of the house. Her eyes moving over the area before she would gather her purse and move to the front door. Saying her regards to the security staff, she walked to her car. Slipping her keys out of her purse and hitting the button to unlock the doors.

As she got in, she would set her purse in the passenger seat and put the key in the ignition. Soon enough she had the car started and was headed to the party. It did not take her long to arrive, and from the looks of things it was just getting started.

She would park the car, getting out and making sure to grab her keys before locking the door back. She left her purse inside due to the fact that she did not want to get drunk and forget where she put it. Heh.

Making her way inside she would say hello to a few people she knew. Getting a few looks from guys with nothing better to do, and a few compliments from girls. ( as well as some hated looks from her prep girl fan club or should we say hate club )

Eventually, she was able to tear herself away, heading to the drinks area and grabbing herself a beer. As she started to drink she could not help but think that this was a life saver. She had been so down about Katsuri just up and leaving her and the twins that she had forgotten that she could get out and have fun.

And fun is what she had. She lost count around beer 15 as to how much she had to drink. She was able to move around, talking to people and getting to know those she would normally never interact with . Not to mention this one guy that was hot hot hot. Heh. Next thing she knew he was all up on her. Her attention being given to him as she struggled with the haze her mind was in.

She got drunk, of course that was an understatement. No, she got shitfaced and was having a great time. Feeling the guys hands on her body she could not help but purr. You know how long it had been since Kevala had gotten laid? Seriously?

It had been several months for her. Yeah…that long. Since BEFORE the twins were born. Don’t judge her!!

Though in all honesty, she was not sure that this was what she wanted to do. But then the thought entered her mind,

~Why should I not? Not like I have anyone to go home to.~

So, she started to flirt back. Having a nice time dancing with the guy, drinking with him, and everything else.

But there is a funny thing that happens when you have three personalities that tend to come out on their own and you drink. It leads to some strange goings on. Especially when the idiot with you happens to mention the one thing you were trying to forget.

So, that is what happened. Suddenly she was shifting between personalities over and over again. Each one coming out to tell the guy (no she still did not know his name, nor did she care ) what they thought of him.

It ended with a swift punch to his face and her walking away.

Finally, she would look at her watch.

SHIT!!! It was already close to 2 in the morning. Time having flown by it seemed. She really needed to get home. Problem was….

Where the hell had she parked?

Stumbling outside, she would grab the keys out of her pocket, hitting the button on the remote and listening for the sound of her alarm disarming.

Haha!!

Victory!!

Car!!!!!!!!

She turned and headed toward the sound….of course forgetting where that was after only a few steps. But that was fine. She could manage this, grabbing the remote again and hitting the button…again….

She found it!

She lost it!

She found it!

She lost it!

She found it!

You get the idea……it took A LONG TIME to get to the car. By the time she did, she was exhausted.

It took her awhile, but she finally managed to crawl into the seat, the BACK seat. Having decided it was probably not best if she drove home in this state. So, she would just catch a quick nap before trying to drive.

Falling down onto the seat she would close her eyes. Letting a little groan escape her as she curled up.

Sleep….yes….good…….

---The Next Morning---

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OH GODS!!!

Shhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Think softly!

The pain hitting her head and her stomach almost instantly upon waking. What the hell was going on?

Her eye cracked open.

Ack!!!

Sunlight!!!!

It burns!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

No not really but it did fucking hurt like hell. Causing her to take awhile to actually get up and move. Her hand running over her stomach, her hair a mess and her breath tasting like shit.

Oh yeah…she remembered in that moment why she did not drink. Heh. About 30 minutes later she crawled out of the back seat and was again positioned in the front.

Home….

Bed……

Soooooooooooo where she needed to be right now.

Starting the car, she would grab her shades from the visor. Ah yes. Much better.

It had been fun. It really had. But right now, she was in no hurry to do it again.

[Gilgamesh Magnius]

-1 week before the party-

Gilgamesh woke up and stretched from his hammock in the back his appartment when he got an invite to the party... wait.. PARTY!!!

Gilgamesh pent a day trying to find out info on the party.. one event? oh well. He smiled and spent time getting ready for the party.

-day of-

Gilgamesh walked into the room with a black suit, he looked around at the people dancing "Alright.. this is my kind of shit!" He said with a smile flicking his thumb off his nose. He looked around, he didn't recognize anyone, good. He went into a room where their were drinks galore!!!

WOOOHHOOOO

Every one have fun tonight ?

Gilgamesh started to chug beers down, he was getting hammered more than ever, what Gilgamesh didn't know that he was a master-of the All mighty Mei Bu Kan Drunken fist!

He had roughly 10 beers and was the closest thing to drunk hes even been, he was stummbing down stairs and up the stairs, he even tripped upstairs(Drunken fists, the only thing that defies the laws of physics but i never took law.) He spent alot of time just drinking, he had some tequila. PUSSY DRINK! Only little boys and girls drank that! He knocked over the tequila maker and took out a bottle of suicide sauce.. yes.. the sauce of MEN!

Gilgamesh started to chug it, by the end of it he grabbed some random guys beer and chugged it down since the sauce was hot and he got into a fight with the guy, Gilgamesh laid on the floor and rolled out the door, but when he got to the door he got up and taunted the guy saying..

"Hey... you are... a gullible guy.." He kept saying a few times and guy guy kept going at him, he dodged and hick uped. He laughed.

"You can't hit me.." He was plastered as hell. He punched the guy once with a nice slug across his face. the guy dropped and Gilgamesh laughed abit and fell on the floor.

"damn im drunk.." He laughed..

Gilgamesh, the master of the Almighty Drunken Fist.

His appartment was in walking distance and he decided to walk home...

*click... Clack... Click... Clack*

He walked down the road and walked to his apartment, when he got in he passed out on his bed, was he dead? no... just drunk as hell.. thank god he didn't barf at all.. he would have to clean it.. or get someone to do it for him, but who? thats a great question on his mind.

--Next Morning--

Gilgamesh woke up to a startle and put his pillow over his head.

"uggh..." He was in pain, the Almighty Hang over of DOOM nothing could stop its powerful doom that would be in his head, he listened to his alarm, it sounded like thunder right by his ear, he shut it off and got up to get a glass over water, a HUGE glass, he chugged it down like it was nothing, he decided to go back to sleep to attempt to sleep off the evil hang over that he had.. who knows if it worked.. But no one saw Gilgamesh that whole day.. not even the apartment supervisor... and man was he pissed that he was drunk last night. sleeping was the best option.

[Gabriel Seran]

*Ring*

*Ring*

*RIIIIIIIIINNNNNNGG!*

*Click*

"Sorry you just missed us, the Store is closed for the weekend due to repairs but leave a message and we'll get back to you as soon as possible... *BEEEP*"

"Listen Sky, I know you're new and all but we have something for you...and"

*Click*

"Listening..."

"Okay man here it goes theres a huge party starting today, this is the last minute your going to get in on it I swear."

"I don't do face time thanks but..."

"Hey no wait! There'll be lots of people, if you want you can just stay lost in the crowd whadd'ya say buddy.."

"So long as you don't call me buddy.."

"Alright pal."

"That either.."

*Click*

A somber expression looked back in the mirror, he didn't want to go out to a party, it wasn't going to be fun anyway it was just a bunch of morons spending their time in working to get drunk and waste thei lives away. Sky had other plans, other intentions and better things to do, saying that was just to keep the boy interested, in a few hours he'd be too drunk to care who he'd ever called. It was simply human nature no reason to get upset about it, Sky would simply drift out of life, and not exist. Except when the time came where he needed to do something, but that would be Gabriel's duty.

"Sky..." A large man entered with a few eager pants. "Everyone is at this party, there's a chance of a riot possibly even some mayhem."

"So.."

"You miss this chance things could get really out of hand... You know I love you man but please this is for all of us."

-40 minutes later-

"Alright now what.."

"Now just sit back and take a couple of shots..."

"I don't handle myself well drunk.."

"Don't worry we'll keep an eye out for what you say..."

Dammit if only they'd step off and give him a bit of space his plans could follow through, rather they were simply more interested in watching their "fearless leader" drink himself under tha table. He sat down at a poker table playing out a few rounds, by one o'clock he'd downed about twelve shot glasses feeling quite dazed at the moment he decided to retire having told his life's story from the perspective of a nut shell carried upon the wongs of an elegant periguin falcon that happened to have OCD and construct fortresses out of spoons. But aside from his weary day dreams Sky stumbled across the dance floor looking out for Damean before tripping over the boy's passed out body.

"Look out for me my ass..."

-the next morning-

Sky rolled over on his bed, he didn't remember getting home that night, everything was simply in small pieces, holes in his memory lapsed over as he throught through it. A mental wall hitting him between the eyes roughly as he growled in pain. A headache burned soon as the light touched him. Damnit. Working hard to cover the blinds Sky covered himself in the blankets again hating himself for a good three hours trying to go to sleep only finding himself in a uselessly dazed possision.

Fuck Hangovers. And Sky was a slow recoverer.

He finally got out of bead to make a muffin, yum. A smooth smile as he nibbled at it slowly wearing away the taste of last night's alcohal. It felt rubbery in his mouth so he downed several bottles of water, rehydrating himself. And them Bam he was out again. Night time for Sky.

(ooc: I eat 500 words!)

[Masaru]

Another day, another trial.

Today was going to be... Interesting... in the least. This would be the second party Masaru has been to in his life. Well, the second party with no obvious ulterior motive. A retirement party at that. Hopefully, it should be fun. The last(first) party Masaru had been to, someone spiked his drink...

Well, he supposed it was time to get up and head over to the party. He wondered who the dude was that invited him, for Masaru hadn't been very active in academics in the first place since he didn't have any class credits he had to finish. Maybe it was a whole school-wide party. Either way, Masaru hoped it would be less eventful, and more fun, than the halloween party.

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At the Party

---

Things were going well. Masaru hadn't had so much fun in a while. After heading there, he had met a few teachers playing chess outside in the back. Masaru joined them and played for a while. Then there was a blackjack and poker table. A couple board games here and there, this is awesome! Masaru was in the middle of a chess game where one of the teachers he beat earlier walked up to him and, wanting to regain his honor, challenged Masaru to a game of darts.

Masaru shrugged at the idea, it wouldn't be that hard teaching this teacher a lesson... He he... Before hand, though the Teacher offered to go to the drink bar and get a drink. Masaru accepter, after all, he doubted a teacher would try anything underhanded or allow him to drink any alcohol or that stuff. The Teacher offered him a drink.

*Gulp*

Masaru downed the drink in one large swallow. That stuff was good. After a few more mugs of the stuff, the man directed Masaru to the dart board. Why he needed to direct, or go so far as to help Masaru walk and get up, were beyond Masaru. That was, until he threw the first dart.

*Thunk*

Masaru threw the dart, and it flew the completely opposite direction, impaling a tree a few meters away. What the heck? Masaru tried to stand up, but was unable to. That Teacher gave him an alcoholic drink! The man who gave Masaru the drink smiled smugly. Revenge was sweet.

"All I did wash beat you in a game of chesh, whatsh your problem dude"

...

"A student should know his place, I challenge you to another game..."

The rest of the party, Masaru was being dragged around and completely defeated at every board, chess, and card game known to man. The teacher dropped him off after the party at his house, laughing the whole way.

Despite the turn of events, Masaru had a great day, and definitely liked that Teacher. That dude knew how to party!

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The Next Day

---

Woah. Splitting headache, hazy vision, Burning forehead. What did he do yesterday? What the hell?!

Masaru woke up on top of a chandelier over his dining room table, smashed, and, with a huge hangover. He rolled off the chandelier and onto the table.

*Crash!*

The table buckled in under his weight. What the...? Masaru stumbled into the bathroom and took an ice cold bath, sobering himself up a bit. Afterwords, he mosied into his bed.

Don't do drugs, kids.

[Matrim Gallagher]

Parties, meh, who needs a stinking party? Who drinks? Not Matrim, that's who. Not sense the root fiasco, rehab, and all of that. Except for.... wasn't there.... no he couldn't quite remember what happened that day. Maybe it was just a dream and he just slept in EXTREMELY late. Oh well, now it didn't matter. He made his way into his room after showering, getting dressed in... was that a leather coat from a costume he had gotten? He couldn't quite remember... had he worn it?

Oh well. He put it on after getting dressed in jeans and a long sleeve black t-shirt, letting his hair out as he put on a pair of boots and made his way to the van. He didn't know if Sara was going or not but he knew that she could find her own way so he didn't pay much attention to her whereabouts, instead he made his way out after giving Shayne a kiss on the forehead as he napped in the living room in his play pen. After leaning back up he nodded toward Gale before heading out.

Well, time to go make sure nobody gets killed or anything like that....

And Matrim headed out, getting into his van and making his way to the party, finding some place to park and then walked inside. Immediately met by large quantities of people filling up a small area, being asked if he wanted to do shots, drink beer, or try some pills. He kept saying no, and stuck to coke for most of the evening. Well, most. Some fangirl tried to roofie him, slipping a mickey into his coke while he was in the restroom, and from there on out it was a blur.

A literal blur. But what actually happened? Matrim stumbled from group to group, asking people, "Have... have you seen my son? I can't seem to find him, he's about this blonde," He said holding his hand up, "This cute," Holding his hands up as if showing a length, "And his name iz jayne..... shaun.... Shamoo... Shamoo haha....."

He found himself playing bear pong before he knew it, kicking someone's ass that he didn't quite know, but in the end decided to down one of the drinks. Once he had done this he stumbled around a bit, coming to a bathroom and deciding to go in, and well... relieve himself via vomiting. Once he had done that he cleaned up using his finger as a toothbrush and then using a generous amount of mouthwash before going back to the party.

A few shots later he didn't know what was going on anymore. He remembered something about body shots being done off of him as well as a game of strip chutes and ladders. In any case Matrim woke up in the back of his van, wearing his pants backwards, a shirt inside out, and cuddling some white dude with dreadlocks. "I uhh, I got to go home now..... so get out of my van whoever you are..."

"Jenny? Is that yo---- dude... uncool you aren't Jenny!"

"Yeah I'm gonna go ahead and... you know what?" Matrim opened the back of his van, kicking the guy out, closing it again, fixing his clothing after a quick change, crawled back into his driver seat, and then drove away having completed a night of fun. Really though he wasn't too clear on the details, all he knew is what he did and therefore wouldn't be able to recount much. But at least in the end, well at least he had fun.

And a splitting migraine.

OW FUCKITY OWWWWWWWWWWWWW

[Alexis Seran]

I had an early start. Taking jello shots and the likes. MMM I was eating that shit as if it were…well…JELLO! So I had one too many of those.

Alexis was with a bunch of people she didn’t know the names of. Probably the same guys that signed her up to fight Addie in jello. Did these guys like jello? Probably. They were driving fast, and Alexis wasn’t sure if it was just the driver, or if he had alcohol in his system. What ever she was too drunk to say anything!

They got to the party and it was booming.

And the best part!

MOAR ALCOHOL!

Next thing Alexis knew….she was doing a keg stand.

I’m not a fan of alcohol, but I’m to hammered to even taste it…

People cheered her on and she did all she could. Once levelled, she wiped her face on someone’s shirt. “Let’s get this potty stawted, yah f*ckin’ wankas!” her accent clearly prominent whilst intoxicated. She turned around to see a man wearing a pair of pink panties on his head. This was one wild party now wasn’t it?

Then she blacked out….

She remembers a few things… like…

I fell on my ass and the guy named Pete picked me up.. At least I think his name was Pete. I also gained a scratch on my knee and he took me to a bathroom with a few other guys and some of their girlfriends. They managed to pick me up with ease and set me on the bathroom counter top. All I can remember was turning and looking into the mirror and seeing those pink panties on my own head.

There was another thing she remembered… though she didn’t understand exactly how and why she was in the predicament.

My face hurt…well, my whole head… as if the blood was rushing to it. That, and I was hella more dizzy than usual. I accidentally drooled, and I’m glad I did… if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have discovered that I was hanging upside down. Pete was laughing at me and I looked to see how I was hanging there. Well.. Those blasted pink panties were tangled around my ankle and a tree branch.

And that was all she remembered… the rest was the blur and she doesn’t remember anyone except the guy name Pete.. How come she remembered Pete? She didn’t, Pete was a girl apparently and her name wasn’t Pete, it was Vanessa. How she got that all mixed up was beyond her. Too much jello shots… that’s it…

Now Alexis woke up, her face planted to the ground and her body still on the mattress. The carpet indented into her skin and when she looked up, she had major bed spins. That is the last time she gets that drunk! She got up and went to the bathroom for a shower…. She was wearing those pink panties over her jeans super hero style. Alexis picked up her phone and looked through the pictures…. And then she realized who the panties belonged to. Vanessa. EEEW… that is when Lexi ripped them off…

[wanderer]

Well, what was this? A retirement party being held for a teacher of the high school #259 and everyone was invited, even the students. While he had just gotten back, this seemed like a good way of seeing if some of the people that he knew in the area. They all had some sort of connection with that school. So, even though he wasn’t a student at the school, Eric went to this party.

He was amazed at the number of people there, mostly the number of students. However it seemed that a number of them were drawn by the prospect of free booze. He had to chuckle at this, he guessed the teacher had enforced rules for most of his life and was quite willing to pull out all the stops for his retirement party. For the first fifteen minutes he wandered around seeing if he could spot anyone he knew. But there was just too many people there, it seemed like the entire school showed up for this party.

He eventually found himself next to a table filled with an enormous variety of liquors and beer. *Damn, this guy is really pulling out all the stops.* He grabbed a cup, a little ice, and found a nice bottle of whisky amidst the multitude of bottles on the table. Now he didn’t intend to get drunk this evening, he tried to avoid drinking to an excess except for one night in the year. And tonight wasn’t that night.

Since he couldn’t find anyone that he knew he sat down and sipped his whisky, looking out over the numerous people that had gathered there. He talked with a few of the people that were in his area, getting filled in on what had been happening at the school. It started off tame enough, but these guys were drinking a lot faster then Eric was. By the time he finished his fourth glass of whisky most of them were on drink number ten. It was then that Simmon decided to get up in Eric’s face, much to the wandering male’s annoyance.

{Yo’ ‘now wha’… I can take ya.} Simmon stated, poking a finger into Eric’s forehead. The assassin stood, cracking his knuckles. “Really now, I don’t think so.” {It’s se..sse..settled the’. ‘et the Tequila.} At that point Eric blinked. “Tequila?”

He soon found himself at a small table with Simmon sitting across from him. A couple of bottles of Tequila and a number of shot glasses close by. Simmon seemed to have meant that he could take Eric in a drinking contest, now he was pounding down shot for shot with the older male. The small crowd that gathered around cheered on both sides, calling Simmon by his name and Eric everything from ‘Scarface’ to ‘That Guy’. Two, Three, Six, the two knocked back shot after shot. Eric’s vision was blurring, his eyes feeling incredibly heavy as he did his turn. Simmon didn’t look much better, but considering he had had a lot more drinks then Eric before they started it meant that his tolerance for alcohol was insane. The end came though when Simmon tilled his head back taking his last shot, and his body kept going back. The boy finally had passed out completely.

At that point Eric stood amidst the cheers of victory. Only to have his legs give out from underneath him and slam his head into the edge of the table. A roar of laughter kicked up and the wandering male sat up slowly. Shaking his spinning head, he grabbed the edge of the table and stood. He felt his forehead and there was a nice bloody gash there.
The rest of the party was a blur to Eric. There was a… person and they talked about… stuff. Hell Eric couldn’t even remember how he got home that night, only that he somehow found himself back in his own room. Simply stripping off his clothing, he got into bead with nothing but his boxers on.

The next morning Eric awoke with a groan. His head felt like tiny dwarfs were inside his skull, trying to dig and bash their way out with picks and hammers. “Fucking hell.” Eric grunted as he dragged himself out of bed. Water and pills were the answer to last night. Looking in the mirror and seeing the giant forehead wound he shook Eric shook his head. “Well Eric, you look like and feel like shit. I hope you learn your lesson.” The lesson being, when people challenge you, learn what the hell they’re challenging you too before accepting.

[Sara Gallagher]

~Before The Party~

Sara looked at Gale, shocked. "A retirement party? Matrim went to a retirement party?" And he hadn't taken her?

"He said you would be able to find your own way," Gale said, walking off, leaving Sara along in the kitchen.

She turned, glaring out the window. That asshole... How dare he leave her home alone... Make her own way... SHE DIDN'T DRIVE D<<<

She sighed, leaning on the counter as she considered her next move. What the hell? What party had he gone to? What retirement party had the students been invited to?

A memory floated at the edge of her mind. She sighed, rubbing her hands over her eyes as she tried to remember. Ok, let's try a different approach. What teachers did she know that were old enough to retire...? There were a few. Now of those, who could she remember hearing about actually retiring. The memory floated back, some sick old fart handing out invitations.

" Oh yeah... She had gotten one... Then shoved it in her pocket and forgot about it. She took off quickly up the stairs and into her room, tipping over the laundry basket and searching for the jeans.

AHA! She found them. Digging into the pocket, she pulled out the invitation and stared at it. Score... It had the address and everything... =D

But if she didn't hurry, she was going to be late...

~At the Party~

Sara smoothed her skirt. Yes, a skirt. Gale had helped her choose an outfit >_>" It was a simple black skirt, falling just above her knees to cover those nasty scars she had on her thighs, paired with a sleeveless white turtle neck, to cover that other nasty scar right between her breasts. Her long hair was pulled back in loose bun at her neck. All in all, Sara thought she looked pretty spiffy.

She entered the party slowly, nervous. She wasn't much for people, she was only here because Matrim was here. Which reminded her... Where was Matrim?

"Well hello there Beautiful, would you like a drink?"

"What?"

He held out a glass to her. "A drink, this is a party you know."

"I uh... Don't drink. Sorry." She turned to walk away but he grabbed her arm, stopping her. "It's not alcoholic, just some pop." He pushed the glass into her hand.

She looked around quickly again, wondering where the hell Matrim was and why he wasn't here saving her. Out in the crowd she thought she saw him, but the guy still had a grip on her arm.

In an attempt to get rid of him she took a drink from the cup. Immediately, her vision spun, a result of an addiction to a drug called the root. She could no longer tolerate any alcohol without getting RIPPED right from the get go.

"Shit... I thought you said this was pop?" He simply smiled down at her. "I lied... Is that a sin?"

... "You know.. I'm pretty sure it is..."

The rest of the night from that point on was a blur.

~

Some highlights of her night included:

DANCING O=

Oh yes, the girl had danced. She had danced EVERYWHERE. She had danced on tables, danced though the crowds, danced alone, danced with people, danced with LOTS of people, all at ONCE. She had even broken into a room and danced on a bed that had people in it, naked under the covers. She had broken into the washroom and danced on the toilet while there were people naked and passed out in the bath tub.

SINGING O=

You might think Sara wasn't able to sing.

Well let me tell you something...

She can't.

And everyone found that out the hard way.

BEER PONG O=

She had lost.

UMBRELLA O=

Take a guess. A lot of people didn't know what hit them after Sara had found the umbrella under a couch. Don't ask how she had found it.

Getting HOME O=

Sara would wonder for years to come exactly how she had gotten home from this party. The truth was, no one really knew this story. There were sightings of a small girl riding around on the back of a moped being driven by a large burly biker man, standing over 7 feet tall, with bleach blond hair to go with his curly gray beard, named Skittlez from neighboring cities, and in a small bar several hours from the location of the party, there was a large plaque dedicated to the Umbrella Wielding Rat Catcher who had stormed through their bar only long enough to leave a lasting impression on the people.

~After the Party~

Sara snuggled into whatever it was she had her arms wrapped tightly around. Her eyes cracked open and she let out a loud groan, burying her face into the extremely comfy thing.

Thing?

What the hell?

She pulled her head back far enough that she could get a good look.

UGHGHGHGGuhghgUNGH

Gale let out a sigh. "Surprisingly... That's not the first time I've gotten that reaction. Or the second. Or the sixth for that matter."

Sara was curled up around Gale's stomach, her arms and legs all wrapped around her as she snuggled the woman's breasts. Sara groaned, burying her head back into Gale, away from the light. "What the hell happened?"

"That's what I would like to know, but you crawled in here a couple hours ago and I haven't been able to wake you up since. How the HELL did you get home?"

Sara groaned. "I don't know..." TT.TT "Did... Did I...? Did we...?"

Gale ran a hand over her face. "No Dear. As soon as you let go of me, I'll fix you something for that hangover."

Sara rolled over and sat up slightly as Gale got out of bed. "About time you let go of me. Where the hell did you get a grip like that? I honestly PITY Matrim for having to sleep with you every night." She was wearing her shirt. But she had a pair of jeans on. A pair that wasn't hers. But was definitely female. And... Was that...? She peeked under her pants. Boxers? " Oh shit... D=

She collapsed back onto the pillows. "I am NEVER going out again. NEVER."


I eat OVER 1000 words D<<<<

[Jason Harris]

Day Before The Party

"Hey Jason, you hear about that old coot's party?"

"Nah, and I care about some old dude's party why?"

"It's his retirement party. Have you really not heard?"

Jason didn't answer. He just sat there looking at the student as if he was stupid. He couldn't for the life of him figure out why he should be caring about a teacher retirement party. The other student had to of gotten the message as he answered Jason's question without being asked.

"Oktoberfest. Free booze."

"HELL YEAH!"

His outlook on the party might of changed fast, but free booze would be more than enough incentive for him to go. After all, who's gonna turn down free booze?

The Party

It was time. Time to get completely shitfaced! Walking though the door Jason took a quick glance around. It seemed everyone and there momma showed up. Oh well, the more the merrier. So long as all the booze wasn't gone! Before he could even go on the search for some he someone who was obviously drunk stumble over towards him. Shouting while doing so.

"Hey you! Why aren't you drinking!?"

"I just got there I ain't even found the liquor yet."

"Well here! Have mine! I gotta go pray anyway!"

Taking the beer Jason smiled as he watched the man stumble away towards god knows where. Judging by what he said it was to pray to the porcelain gods, but who knew if he would even make it that far. Jason wasn't going to worry about it though. After all, not his house, not his problem.

Drinking he's beer he wandered around the party mingling with some of the other party goers. It was all well and good, but not what he came for. Going into another room he finally spotted something worth his time.

There were many people all gathered around a table. A gallon of vodka on one side, a shot glass in the middle, and everyone flicking quarters trying to get theirs in. Approaching the table he spoke.

"Hey let me get in on this."

"Alright cutie here."

With that the girl would slide a quarter across the table to Jason. Picking it up he bounced it off the table landing it square in the shot glass. These people had no idea what they were getting into. Quarter's was Jason's game. Sober, high, drunk, heck even asleep he'd could hit that shot glass every time. Pointing his finger at the girl that had given him the quarter he spoke again.

"You're up."

Picking the glass up and dumping the quarter out Jason would pour the shot. A smile on his face as he handed her the glass.

"Drink up."

-An hour later-

The bottle was gone with few survivors left at the table, Jason being one of them. Although he was still up and moving he had no idea how. He couldn't even sit still he was so drunk, wobbling everywhere, but he managed to stay up. The night was still young, but he felt out for the count. Talking with those still around was his last memory of the night.

The Morning

The morning after always sucks. No one likes a hangover, and there was only one way to deal with it. Drink more. Getting out of bed Jason wandered to his refrigerator. Grabbing one of his parents beers he opened it.

'Sorry, but I need something... what the heck happened last night?'

Going back to his room Jason found his phone and saw he had a lot of missed messages. Turning the speakerphone on he played them back.

Well at least it was an inserting night, even though he didn't remember it.

[Ryu Hayabusa]

OOC: way to support deviant behavior or w/e proboards called it >->

Why?

...Just...fuckin' why?

He really didn't know.

...Sigh.

"Why do I subject myself to this stupidity? I should just fucking drop the fuck out.."

Yeah, Ryu didn't get that the invitation he'd received was kidding when he said that attendance was mandatory. Yes...Sometimes Ryu was an idiot. Shaking his head, still, he stood up from the couch of his hotel room-- where he'd been staying since coming to California-- and dropped the invitation on the table. Sighing again, he adjusted his fathers bracers on his arms, and went to the small coat closet.

Opening the door, his hand hovered over the Senpuu Uwagi, which glowed a very soft green-blue at his presence, then shifted his hand over to the black suede coat. The air in the hotel room whirled violently, and Ryu stood still for a moment, the black suede in his hand. "Sorry. Until I'm sure I can handle what's in this shit hole, I can't risk getting you damaged. I promise I'll start wearing you again, soon." Yes. He was talking to the jacket still on a hangar in the closet.

It was a conscious being, driven by the power it possessed. And it did not like being ignored. The wind kicked up again as Ryu went to close the closet door. The thin wood slammed itself of its own accord, and Ryu lowered his hand, walking back toward the table, glancing around for the invitation as he put on the suede coat. The wind had tossed all of the light objects about the hotel room, and it took him a moment to find the envelope and small letter.

Shoving it into a pocket, he grabbed a small keyring that had only the hotel key card and a single key to a motorcycle which he'd just bought in full two days ago. Walking down the hall with much more speed than he'd normally move out of the sheer irritation of the situation, he was outside at his bike, throwing his leg over, starting it up, and screaming down the road at quite a bit more than the speed limit.

Blasting down the road, he went clear cross town in a few minutes, and proceeded to get extremely lost in the general vicinity of the 'party'. He sighed to himself again on the side of the road, pulling the mandate invitation out of his pocket. He reconfirmed the address, and smacked himself for having missed the bloody side road that he'd passed four times already.

Topping the meter the rest of the way there, he saw that there was a catastrophic abundance of people already there. "...For fucks sake...." To this, the voice in the back of his head burst out in psychotic laughter.

[What's the matter, Ryu!? Don't like crowds!? HAAAAHAHAHAAHAHAAAA!!!]

"Shut the FUCK up already...." Ryu said pulling slowly into the drive-way. His massively deep voice bringing him attention already from passersby. He sighed "...Fucking great. I should just destroy this place and go the fuck back to Japan."

Chaos cackled broadly, [Oh, PLEASE do mother fucker! I'm BEGGING you, kill all of these shit eaters now, sate your fucking bloodlust! Hell, destroy this whole fucking country while you're at it. Come on, Ryu! COME ON!! Let's have some FUN!]

"I TOLD YOU TO SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Ryu shouted at the top of his lungs, his epically deep voice echoing broadly despite the loud music as his left fist crashed through the side panel of the car he'd parked his motorcycle next to. People were sticking their heads out of the windows of the house of the party as he ripped his hand out of the car, leaving a massive hole that pierced through to the inside of the car.

"MY CAR! YOU MOTHER FUCKER, THAT'S MY CAR!" Some random jock looking asshole ran out of the huge house and rushed Ryu, fist raised. Ryu's pupils dilated, teeth bared, muscles gorged, and his right arm caught the poor bastard by the jaw. Ryu's grip pressure jacked, and the jocks own momentum dislocated his jaw when he suddenly stopped. Ryu stood from his bike as Shaolin Fist finished bulking his form. In the dim lights that surrounded the area at this hour, Ryu's almost haloed eyes glowed bright. Through his fucked up jaw and the grip Ryu had over his face, the man managed to mumble "What the fuck are you!?" as Ryu swung his left leg over his bike.

With a shouting grunt, Ryu smashed the man head first into the pavement of the driveway, cracking his skull open, before lifting him back up, single handed, and walking around his bike to the precious hunk of metal that the unconscious jock had been so concerned about. Ryu arm brought the broken dome down hard against steel frame of the car, denting it, and crushing the mans skull further, before winding his arm back, and hurling him through the passenger side window in a bloodied heap.

Releasing Shaolin Fist, much to the dismay of his body, he stuffed his key's in his pocket, and marched up to the front door, any one even remotely in his way jumping aside as if a train was coming through. [Nice job, Ryu. That was an impressive display of barbarism back there. You should indulge more-- ...What are you doing?]

"Anything to shut you the fuck up." He said, marching over to the bar in the back of the house.

[..Uh.. Ryu. You don't want to do that, man.]

"Strongest fuckin' thing you've got, make it a double." He said, pressing clenched fists into the counter. The guy behind the bar hopped to it real quick like, as Chaos continued to advise Ryu, for once, thinking in the Evil Angel's best interest.

[Seriously Ryu, you don't want to fucking do that. Ryu! Damnit, listen to me! I'm serious this time you sanctimonious son of a bitch! Don't fucking do that!!]

Ryu grabbed the rocks glass half filled with a greenish substance when it was put in front of him and drained it in a second.

[Oh...shit.]

Ryu's body wavered and he leaned against the counter to the bar. His pupils contracted and dilated wildly, whipping the range of his sight all over the scale. Wobbling, he dropped the glass on the counter. Some girl timidly approached the massive man, and tentatively placed a hand on his shoulder "Um, are yo-" She didn't get to finish her sentence as Ryu's right elbow rocketed up and smashed her under her jaw, causing her to bite off part of her tongue. Whirling around, his left hand smashed into her rib cage, shattering it and sending her flying.

The music had stopped since Ryu had arrived, and everyone had their eyes on the huge man, and most gasped as the girl was sent flying, blood pouring out of her mouth. Ryu continued to waver as the massively potent alcohol burned in his veins. His pupils were still going crazy, and the light danced in front of his eyes. He heard much more than saw a few men shout and run at him, presumably limbs/improve weapons raised. Ryu's pupils dilated again and he managed to get a layout of those facing him now, his body moved at incredible speeds. His forearm whipped into the back of an extended elbow, smashing it the whole wrong direction to the point where the skin on the inside of the elbow split.

A fist racked his jaw before his left elbow splintered a rib, and his right fist crushed a cheek bone. His pupils dilated again, and he spotted a knife in a clenched fist. Vision disappearing again, his hands moved on instinct, managing to grab the wrist that held the blade, shatter both forearm bones, and twist the knife back on its owner, stabbing into his groin, likely castrating the poor bastard.

Ryu's ears were deaf to screams of agony and terror as his mind frantically searched for any one else coming at him. He couldn't see, he could barely think. Fuck! Why had he drank that? Why the fuck did he even leave the hotel? Son of a Bitch!

A bat just missed his head and Ryu's left hand whipped a tight claw for a throat, his trimmed nails piercing the flesh before whirling the body of the unknown assailant head first into the wood of the counter behind him. Stumbling away from the bar as people who weren't totally plastered ran out of the room and house, a beast like growl escaped Ryu's throat as his eyes faded in and out of sight and he stumbled before falling to the floor as a wood chair was broken over his back.

Grunting in pain, Shaolin Fist racked his body, steadying it some as Ryu wheeled around, and managed to catch a glimpse of the woman who had done it. It looked like a woman at least, he really couldn't tell. Long hair, thinner body.

His hand stabbed into the stomach of the one with the broken chair, molding their body around his fist before he whipped the limb back out, and came across to where he instinctively knew the head was. His right fist smashed into the temple of the girl and sent her flying as a fist smashed into the back of his head.

To this he reacted with only a small jolt now that his body was toughened out again, and his right leg launched back to where a knee ought to be. His foot found it, and the knee shattered as he whirled around, and brought his left fist crashing into what felt like a pectoral. The alcohol finally reached the rest of his body and his muscles laxed, releasing his power again. "Shit." He cursed to himself, mumbling somewhat for the confusion of it all.

The room had been vacated by all but the most fucked up, who were busy talking to lamps or something equally stupid as Ryu tried to steady himself in the middle of the stupidity. He groaned, the randomness of his eyes was making him sick, not to mention the Absinthe sitting in his primarily empty stomach.

Once he was sure no one else was coming after him, he stumbled his way to a wall, and traced his way to the front door between the waves of sight and blindness. "Ugh... Fuck."

Chaos' cackling had been drowned out with the screams of pain and fear, but now his voice rang through clear as a bell.



"Shut the fuck up and take over, already... There's no way in hell I can get back to the hotel like this." He said, seemingly to no one.

Chaos' smugness cut QUICK. [Y-...You serious? Don't fuck with me you bastard.]

"Seriously, dumbass. I can't even walk straight. You can control my body well enough to get the fuck back. But if I find out you killed any one, I'll rip you fuckin' new one." Ryu's pupils widened and stayed there. His body sagged, then straightened up.

"Ohhh, Fuck yeah! HAAAAHAHHAHAHAAAA!!" The psychotic personality took perfect control of Ryu's body, whipped the keys out of his pocket, and dashed to the bike. The motorcycle pealed out of there on one fuckin' wheel, the air thick with manic laughter as the Psychotic Demon enjoyed his freedom.


~~~The next morning~~~

"Oh...Fuuuck." Ryu groaned, not even trying to sit up. His head hurt, but not in the way a Hangover was supposed to. Just...pain.

[Bout fuckin' time your lazy ass woke up. I laid your big ass down thirteen fuckin' hours ago. Been bored as shit the whole time, too.]

"What happened? What did you do?" Still laying in what he thought was the hotel bed, his forearm over his eyes, which hurt like hell.

Slightly exasperated, [Nothing, dumbass. Your body was fucked up, so after a few laps around the block on that bike of yours, I came back here and downed you a half a loaf of bread and about a gallon of water. You shouldn't have a hangover.]

"Fuck...What day is it?"

Sunday. You're probably going to want to stay away from the school tomorrow. Your eyes went apeshit, let alone the chair someone bashed over your head. Even I was feeling that crap.]

And that was saying something. Chaos' consciousness was separate from Ryu's body, he felt nothing while in control, he simply moved Ryu's muscles according to how he observed things with Ryu's other senses. Primarily sight and sound.

"....Thanks."

[Yeah, yeah. Shut up and heal already, I'm fuckin' bored. At least put on some music or something.]

OOC: I EAT 2300 WORDS!

[Mischa Badoer]

Drunken Halo night FTW! Mischa was right pissed from all the alcohol she drank, but she still pwned the fuckers over the internet…. Yes, they might have been twelve and sober, but still! She didn’t know where the hell Reira was…they got drunk and bam..she vanished…MAYBE A BOOTY CALL FROM CHUCK? Whoo knows. Just right about now Mischa missed Demetri. They were pals when Reira was gone. Mischa slid into a black skirt and a black long sleeve shirt. And of course a headband. She heard about a party!!!!

Now on her way out she drunk drove to the party in her Nissan Versa. Why? Because…. Not like she hasn’t driven crazy sober…she was in the friggen mafia!

She got there now and everyone seemed to be having an alright time! Mischa as a loner and super lame, but what ever she was toooo drunk to even care. She looked around and found a piñata…. NO judgies! Meems ran to said piñata and totally killed the biatch and stole all the candy!!! The guy who owned it was pretty pissed off, so Mischa gave him a mini snickers bar. THEN SHE KEPT THE REST!!

Someone ended up picking up the thin Italian and girl put her on a table along with a few other lovely ladies. She didn’t care she was bi…they didn’t care they were drunk….YAY! Mischa danced with the girls until she tipped over and off the table. WOOT WOOT! It would have hurt if Mischa was sober, lucky thing she couldn’t even count how many alcoholic beverages she had downed.

Next thing Mischa knew..she was wearing a bloody cape! A SUPERMAN CAPE! Wicked! People were calling her Champion and she was wearing a cape. Yay black outs! She didn’t know what was going on, but she was having a good time..and making friends! Though watch her wake up and still only have three numbers… Reira, Demetri, and Dad…..Speaking of dad..she hadn’t talked to him in awhile!

Now this was when she started drunk calling..

“HEY dad….I’m drunk….How is Italy? DO ANY DRIVE BYS LATLEY?”

Then there was a click…He obviously didn’t want to talk to a drunk Mischa. That’s rude. She never talked with the guy and when she finally phones he hangs up! Clearly he is too busy with the bleeping mafia…. Blasted mafia…taking away her daddums.

So through out the night she was trying to have fun but really just decided to go home. Once she got home, almost killing her Nissan Versa, she sat on her couch…..AND PLAYED HALO. She pwned the little bitchs’ asses! Well… they talked into the mic and they didn’t sound twelve..they sounded thirty! Maybe they were. She wouldn’t put it past them… and it made her feel better. She beat older people whilst drunk and them being sober!! She was just that pro with a gun!

And out of no where… she woke up. Her face was in a bowl of funions and the start menu for Halo was on. Now her face smelled like funions and her X-box was in danger of ESPLODEN! ‘Cause it’s an X-box and that’s what they do… Well…. All she did now was fall back asleep so she could try and ignore the pounding headache.

(OOC: I don't eat any words....I keep to real food...)

[Drea]

Drea was highly confused. Some boy had just shoved something into her hands – a poster of sorts – demanding that she attend, and had run off. She looked the page over. It basically had a date, an address… and the term “BYOB.”

She had absolutely no idea what that meant or even if it was safe…. She called a couple of people. Close friends – her only real family.

Yep. She’d go. She might see some of them there, after all. A quick change of clothes – jeans, a T-shirt – and a ten minute walk had her at some unknown person’s home. It was loud. Very much so. She didn’t know anyone there. At all.

So of course, Drea did what she’d do in any such situation. She hid in a corner, all rolled up like a ball. Not in an emo manner, of course, but in a rather subdued one. Eventually some girl found her and dragged her into the fray.

A glass was shoved into her hand, and, thinking it was pop, she drank of it. It was sprite, coca cola, dr. pepper, and several other soft drinks mixed in with some really strong vodka.

Now, a normal person might have been okay with it. Hell, a normal person might have even remained sober for another couple of hours. However, that was where the problem began.

Drea was not, by any means, a normal person. She was a straight-laced young lady who’d not so much as touched a drink in her life without parent supervision. Besides, she’d only tasted things like wine and champagne and whatnot. Never beer or vodka or anything like that.

And although she was used to the other, nice, and fruity drinks…. Something else was in the drink, and she didn’t know what it was. Hell, the person who’d put it in the drink probably didn’t know what it was. But Drea had never learned the rules of what not to do at a party… And was immediately smashed.

Mind, she didn’t act in a manner unbecoming of herself. No, not at all. She simply became ridiculously honest. She told each and every person she came across exactly what she thought of them, though she responded only when they asked. As it got later, she also became the slightest bit lewd.

Several hours later, she’d finally realized that whatever it was that was making her feel waaaay too happy and far too loopy was something involving her drink. Thus, she did the first thing that entered her mind and tossed it on the nearest person. The nearest person, not knowing from whom the odd tasting liquid had come from, immediately struck the person next to him. Violence ensued…

But Drea had already moved onto her next victim. She accidentally locked two males in a bathroom. For three hours. She broke the spin-the-bottle bottle on the host’s head, for which he hugged her. Apparently she’d rescued him from a damning fate involving two other boys and a closet. Drea didn’t ask why there were two other boys. Instead she shoved him into the bathroom with the other two boys. Lots of noises ensued.

Several hours later, she turned on some of the loudest music she could find. Lots of cries and moans of agony occurred. Apparently alcohol’s effects appeared more quickly than she’d thought. And then there was the time where she turned all the lights off by pulling the switchbox. Lots of screaming. And slapping. Definitely lots of slapping.

And she’d wandered upstairs… And put thrown random people into random rooms. More insanity ensued.

Then, before anyone could understand who was at the root of the chaos… she left. She chuckled evilly and drunkenly to herself as she realized they would begin to blame each other for their doom. A man tried to mug her. She kicked him in the nuts.

Then stomped on them.

Somehow – God knows how – she got home. And in bed. Before her parents realized what had happened, which was usually a feat for drunken people… but apparently her evil plots got more devious when she was inebriated.

The next morning? She didn’t remember a thing. She remembered none of the events that had occurred… and, fortunately, she had no hangover. She supposed it was the same as the memories – she didn’t remember what happened, and neither did her body.

[Kazuya Hikari]

Alex stared at the note in his hand, and stared, and stared some more. Apparently, he was invited to a huge retirement party that one of the older faculty members was throwing. Continuing to stare at the note in his hand, Alex didn't hear the footsteps coming up towards him, until he felt someone slap him on the back. "Hey Alex!" Alex couldn't help but grin slightly, it was, you guessed it, Taku, Alex's best friend from San Francisco. After hearing that Alex was going to Long Beach, Taku packed up everything and followed his best friend, surprising Alex when he showed up at 259. Taku sadly, was an orphan, and since his parents were gone, he lived by himself. So no one would really wonder why he moved from San Francisco to Long Beach suddenly. "You going to the party?" Alex stared at Taku, before sighing, he couldn't say no to his best friend. "Yeah, sure, why not?" He replied, as Taku grinned at him, before running off. This is going to be very interesting...

Once Alex got home, he took a quick shower before pulling on his clothes, although most of his friends would heading over together, Alex wasn't going with them, he was going by a different type of vehicle. Namely, walking. Alex couldn't afford a car yet. Walking out of his room dressed casually, Alex pulled his green hooded jacket on, and walked out of his apartment. His hands in his jacket pockets, Alex took his time getting there, it wasn't like anyone was waiting for him there. 10 minutes later, Alex arrived, and before long, would nearly be dog-piled on by his teammates in the soccer team, who had spotted him coming down the pathway. "Whoa guys! One at a time!" He joked, as Taku slapped him on the back. "Glad you came dude, it's just not a party unless you're here." "You serious?" Alex replied, a hint of disbelief in his voice, as his teammates climbed off him, and Taku slapped a can of beer into Alex's hand. "Drink up dude!" Alex looked at the can of beer in his hand, and then at Taku, and then back at the beer, before smirking. It was just one night, not like it was going to kill him. Oh, if only he knew...

Alex lost track after beer 12, but shit, the guy had a high alcohol tolerance. Even Taku couldn't believe it. Though by the time he hit beer 16, it was pretty obvious he was getting drunk. Man, when this was all over with, he was going to have a massive hangover. Standing by the pool, Alex was nearly finished with his beer when... "CANNONBAAAALLL!" Alex was completely drenched in water, as he spewed water out of his mouth like a fountain as he stood there, doused in water, as he saw his buddy Taku's head come popping out of the water and swam over before climbing out, laughing gleefully at Alex. "... TAKU! YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR THAT!" Alex said, as he shoved Taku back into the water, and knelt down at the edge of the pool, holding Taku's head underneath the water before letting the guy breath a few seconds later. Pulling off his wet jacket and shirt, leaving him in just his jeans, Alex had been woken up slightly by the water, though he was still drunk. Now where was he...? Oh yeah, now he remembered... kinda... sorta. Who was he again? And why was he here? Definitely drunk alright. This was going to be one crazy night...

- Next Morning -

"UGH!" Alex cried out, as he cradled his head gingerly in his hand. His head was absolutely killing him, and the pounding sure as hell wasn't helping. And how the heck did he end up at home, on his bed? He couldn't even remember if he made it home or not. Taku couldn't have brought him home, that dude had been just as wasted as Alex... maybe more. And Emily couldn't have brought him home, she didn't know he had been there in the first place... at least... he hoped she didn't. That left only Kyoko, and knowing his sister, she more than likely was the one who took him home. But right now, his sister was the last thing on his mind. Gaaah, why did it have to be so god damn bright!? As long as he lived, Alex was never going to touch a drop of alcohol again... Yeah. Right. Keep telling yourself that buddy.

(OOC: I counted 619 words... and that was without the url and BB coding.)

[Zeek Van Buren]

A party for a teacher huh? Well that should be fun. I guess I'll go see what the student body is like, how they part and all of that...

Zeek took a shower before the party, and when most people took a shower it wasn't in a large area with a place for a bath and a place to sit under the shower, all tiled as if it were the inside of a large tub. The room was within a large bathroom, with sliding glass doors around it. The type of shower you'd have for a couple or something, since it was the master rooms bath. Sadly, Zeek showered alone though.

Once he dried off with a towel, he put on a housecoat, making his way to into the room with the large california king sized bed, with plenty of room still available to walk around. The walls were lined with dressers, mirrors, and a few glass display cabinets with various family heirlooms he had inherited. The genes that were passed on by his mother, birth certificates, and his ring were all the key to all of this wealth that he had found.

He got dressed in a more casual attire than business. While he still liked the look of a button down shirt and slacks, he ended up going with a pair of darker jeans, and a polo shirt that he liked, a white one that he think looked pretty good on him. He made his way to the front doors of his family mansion, and was escorted by his driver to a Bentley which drove him to the location. The driver offered to stay with him but he said not to, and instructed the driver to instead go find something to occupy his time until he needed to be picked up.

"Thanks," He said to him, still not used to the whole thing about him paying his driver and it wasn't really necessary for him to say it. He made his way to the front door of the party house, and going inside he saw several faces, none of which he recognized. Almost immediately he went to take shots with a cute girl, chatting her up, "You know with each shot you take bald men become more attractive right?"

The girl laughed at the cheap line, but he always had the best line of them all which was, 'how would you like a ride in my bentley to my mansion where I am the sole owner of the property'. That always hooked them, but then again that also always attracted the types who would probably try and murder him for his money. In any case Zeek did a few more shots of 151 with the girl, his ability to take alcohol was quite well, and so even in his drunken state he was able to play some drinking games with some people.

"Hey, look what I found!" Someone said by a television set with a dvd collection near it, "This guys got all the Harry Potter films!"

Zeek laughed and said jokingly, "Put in Sorcerers Stone, we'll take a shot every time somebody says 'Potter'!"

And his joke was taken seriously by the girl, as she started the movie and a small group grabbed a couple bottles of coconut vodka and shot glasses, rearranging furniture to circle the television. They all sat down and started watching, "So are we counting when it's written?"

"Sure!"

The title came on and everybody took a shot.

"And so it begins...." He said. The rest of the night went by in a flash, and by the end of the night, most of them were somewhat naked, under blankets. He and the girl were the last ones to go out, they ended up finishing the movie, having stopped taking shots once everyone else had passed out. He texted his driver, and took her home for the night. Once he woke up he found out that the girl was actually a freshman, and while he didn't feel an ounce of guilt for that night, he did feel kind of bad that he hadn't told her he lived in a mansion while they were sober, since she woke up to go to the restroom, and got lost for half an hour after finally finding one.

He sent her on her way, his driver taking her home, and gave her his number. All in all it was a successful night. So he shut his doors, and returned to sleep after downing some tylenol and advil.

Hangovers were the worst.