Drunken Fist-o-Fury (November 2009)

[Astrid Sudeki]

----------------Day Of The Party---------------

Astrid had just gotten done enrolling and getting herself settled in. She had yet to meet anyone here. Hell, she had not even met Leon yet. The Lightening Dragon. The one she had been sent here to train under. He was by all means family. Part of the Sudeki clan to which she was born. But it seemed that of late, the man was busy. Not that she was surprised, he was the leader of the Dragons, and he was one of the most hunted men she had ever heard tale of. But that was to be expected when you possessed as much power as that man did. Hence why she had been sent to him after the murder of her parents by the Katashi clan. It only seemed fitting that he should train. She only hoped to start soon. Not wishing to waste time in gaining strength and above all else...knowledge. He was the holder of both and until she found him she would not rest.

But as she was leaving the school, a boy stopped her. Handing her a paper with an address and a date on it.

"Hey. You should totally go. This party is gonna rock!!"

She raised her brow. Strange boy that was. But as her eyes scanned over the paper. A part of her thought that perhaps this would be a good thing. If nothing else she could try and meet new people and perhaps find out where she could start her search for Leon Sudeki. It was worth a shot was it not?

Watching as the boy ran off, she would shake her head, folding up the paper and placing it into her backpack. She would have time to think this over. For now she needed to get home and get her stuff organized for her first day of school.

So she would leave, walking the distance from the school to her apartment. It was not much, but it was home for now. She could only hope that sooner or later she would be able to find something better. But until then, she would not complain. Luckily, even at the age of 15, she had all the skills to be able to take care of herself. Having been raised in the traditional manner of the clan, which dictated that women were to be wives and mothers above all else. It was in her blood. Just as in her blood ran the strength and determination of a warrior. She would never back down, never run away, and never let the hardships of life get her down.

It was the way of their people. Either you made it on your own or you were left for dead. Twas the way of the Sudeki clan and she was no exception. Female or not.

So here she would make her way up the stairs and into the small apartment. Making sure to lock the door as she entered and then moving to take a seat upon her couch. Her bag being settled next to her feet on the floor. Slowly she would unzip it and begin to pull out the books she had gotten from school. She would then lay them out upon the table. Letting her eyes run over them as she pulled out her schedule.

She had luckily been able to sign up for art class, and music. She did not know what she would do without those. It was tradition in her family that they not only be good at battle and at taking care of the men but that they all learn some form of art. It was one thing to be strong, but another to be versed in the arts and learning of the world.

So for now she would begin to organize her stuff. Completely forgetting about that paper she had been given. Hours would pass. Her mind lost in the things she needed to get done and get ready for class on Monday. Her long blond hair falling about her face as she poured over those books. She would not be slacking in school here. She could not afford it.

Finally, after hours of study and prep time, she would start to place the needed supplies back into her bag, only to stop as her eyes settled upon that note. As she opened it, she would sigh. Perhaps she should not go. Just let it slip from her mind and continue to try and get ready for school.

But then the thoughts of trying to find Leon entered her mind and she knew that she could not rest until she had. It was just not an option. So, if this party gave her even the slightest clue as to where he was she would do it.

Pushing herself up from her couch she would move over to her closet. Now it was time to try and figure out what to wear. That should not be too hard, she was not looking to impress anyone. Right?

Or at least that is what she thought, until her mothers words entered her mind.

You always dress to please. You never know when a fine young warrior will look upon you.

She could not go against her Mother’s wishes for her to find herself a good man to marry. Even if now the thought seemed so foolish. It was the one thing her mother had always believed in and had tried so hard to raise her to do. So she would do as was expected. Besides, she had an image to portray and would do such with honor.

So, digging through her closet she would find a dress. It was a beautiful thing, one given to her by her Father for her last birthday. It was a pale pink color, with thin shoulder straps and a low cut in the front. It was attractive, but not in the least bit sleezy. Or so that was what she had thought when she put it on.

As she slipped it on, she would look in the mirror. A little pain of sadness falling over her as she thought of the day it was given to her. The look her father had held as he awaited her approval. Gods how she missed them. Shaking her head, she would push the thoughts away, and move to fix her hair. Long gold curls would fall softy about her form, down to her mid back, as deep brown eyes would look back at her.

It would only take her a few more minutes, a matter of finding her shoes, a pair of platforms that matched the dress. A present from her mother. Then her coat, pulling it on over the dress and then heading out the door.


------------------------The Party----------------
It took her awhile, but finally she would arrive. Her brow eyes scanning over the entrance to the home as she ran her tongue over her plush pink lips. She was having doubts about this whole thing. But she would not let that stop her. This would probably be the last time she dressed up in such a fashion and attempt to mingle with others.

No, once she finally got to meet Leon she would be far to consumed with training to worry about such things as this. For her, this was her last night to honor her mother and fathers wishes for her life. She would soon be a warrior, not some girl who hung on the words of men in an effort to find herself a good husband. With the numbers of her family dropping so dramatically, it could not be afforded. She was proud of who she was and where she came from and would defend that way of life with her own if needed.

Pushing open the door to the party she would step into a room full of people she had never seen before. Drawing in a deep breath as she slowly slid her coat off. Instantly drawing the attention of several guys at the party. It was to be expected. She was new, and did not know who was the asshole, who was the good guy and who was just all around creepy. It made those who typically would not go after a girl more inclined to do so when they knew that she did not know them. But she was not really here to meet any men. At least not in the sense that they were thinking.

Moving further into the party she was soon found to be talking to some of the guys that had been sizing her up, taking the drinks they offered and trying to gain information about the whereabouts of Leon. So far she had learned that he was a teacher and that his son Spike also went to school here. She also learned in her conversation that Spike was dating a girl who had been dating a Katashi. The hate she felt in that moment causing her to drink way more than she probably should have. For soon enough the affects could be felt. Her head spinning. Her words slurring softly as she spoke. Oh yes, this was not a good thing.

It was later on, when she started to feel completely wasted that she decided it was time to go home. Yes, home was a good plan. But wouldn’t you know that she just could not stop drinking? Heh. It was succeeding in drowning out the pain of her past and the rage she felt at the idea of a Katashi having been here. Other things she heard not making much sense at the time….though she would have to find out more about them later.

For now, she still wished to try and have fun. Again, this would be the last time that she did this for a very long time. Not about to allow herself such a thing in the future. She had too much she needed to get done. She was not the best fighter in the world. Having only learned a few things from her father when her mother was not looking. She had never wanted Astrid to fight. Sure, she knew it was the way of the Sudeki that if need be the woman would fight, but she had hoped that such a thing would never find her daughter. But sometimes things just don’t work out the way we want them to. Do they?

So she drank, and drank, and drank some more. Her world starting to grow fuzzy and then……that was it….

--------------The Next Morning…..Err….Afternoon------------

The sunlight crept through the blinds, shining down upon her eyes as she groaned softly and turned over. Her hand reaching up to grab the pillow and pull it over her face. Gods! What had happened last night?

She could remember going to the party, talking to a group of guys, and finding out some information on Leon and his family. She remembered the name Katashi and the fact that there used to be one here. She felt the anger once more grow inside of her. Causing the pain in her head to increase to the point that she thought it would explode. Ugh!!!! This sucked!!

Forcing herself to roll over and look at the clock. Good lord it was already 2 in the afternoon? What fucking time did she get home last night? Wait…She was home right? Throwing the pillow back to look around. A sigh of relief escaping her as she noted she was home and by herself.

Then the wave of nausea hit her. Oh gods!! Hopping out of bed, thankfully in her jammies, she would run to the bathroom…spending the next 30 minutes in there trying to get out whatever it was that wished so badly to come out. The toilet was her friend. Her blond hair falling about her as she continued to throw up and whimper.

Okay so yeah. No more drinking for her. That was a given for sure. She would be soooo not doing that again. Though it had proved useful. She had found out that Leon was a teacher, perhaps that would make it easier for her to find him. She could look around the school. But for now, she was going to focus on making sure she survived long enough to do so.

[Arthur Ð]

Arthur would find himself isolated in one of the rare instances of him actually being home. Sitting inside his old undersuit, as to not spook his family too much with his new guise, the mask modified specially to allow him to eat through it without removing it. He hated being home, his father stopped beating him, mainly because he was strong enough to beat the old man right back now, he actually did so once shortly after the burning... it since left him as a monster in the eyes of his family but technically he was still a minor and stuck there.

As normal for a side of life only Arthur saw, his father was shouting off about some religeous zealotry that Arthur had no interest in, his mother would stare at Arthur as he ate, his younger siblings were giggling and whispering to each other about how 'icky their brother was'... He growled softly, the modified modulator reverberating the noise causing his father to pause in mid sentance. They didn't know yet, they never knew, about his abilities. What he had truely learnt from attending 259. All they thought was he got in one pretty bad fight and got horribly disfigured... He never felt the need to correct them.

Still, his father would continue to rant, his mother stare, and his siblings giggle, as Arthurs contempt for their need to uphold a normal family guise. The leather of his gloves would creak as Arthur stood at the table. Closing the zipper on his mask to seal his lipless mouth back in, he turned to leave, half eaten plate left behind. His father began to stand and shout at the teen male, Arthurs response was to stare at him, let him continue for a while before just leaving, collecting his coat as his father continued to yell. It was all a gnats buzzing in his ear to him.

Arthur left onto the street, his form obscured by his long coat as he marched forward. Towards a distant noise, and noise meant people, people meant resources. Resources meant it was a place to scout for later collection. And so, some time later, Arthur found himself at some sort of large scale event, some late adolescent, young adults, celebrating some form of event with a large number of alcoholic beverages. He was thinking of turning back but he had little where else to go this evening save for home. His compound was too far for him to reach this late at night.

Stepping up towards the party, Arthur pulled his hood up to obscure his face more. Though rumours of the ghoul were no doubt in abundance so there was probably less chance of him getting noticed, due to his different garb. Though soon after stepping inside the house, Arthur began to regret his decision, as drunken males began to haul him further inside. Some began to offer hoses leaking cheap beer, tapped from kegs to him, which Arthur simply waved away. He wasn't going to get out easily with this drunken mess.

As he tried to stick back to the original plan, looking for items worth stealing for his projects, one person noticed the undersuit Arthur wore. Raising a ruckus, Arthur soon found himself being hauled around. Solid built males, most likely in some sort of university football team. Arthur was strong, he could've been far stronger if he wore his gear, but all he had was his shotgun knuckles and that would cause too much of a commotion, something Arthur was avoiding. Through their drunken chortles, their intention was clear. They were going to screw with the freak.

Unzipping his mask, one of the males decried the disgustingness of what he saw, the lipless, mouth, the burnt flesh. Another just laughed and shoved a hose connect to a keg up to Arthurs mouth. Arthur desperately wanted to close his mouth but he was unable, afterall, he had no lips. And so the alcohol flowed, emptying cleanly and easily into his stomach and if it weren't for the modified respirators hooked up through much more descreet tubing, Arthur would've drowned from their unrelenting pouring.

As they continued to do this, Arthur found his vision slowly start swimming, his body relaxing. The self restraint he often showed was begining to slacken and his own abilities go out of control. Arthur was a light weight solely because he avoided alcohol. Dulled the senses, inhibited control of the body. Control. Something that was very important to Arthur and here he had lost it.

As his body slackened in resistance against it all, so did his will to keep his electrical charge in check. He held onto it desperately, now was not the time to display his powers. But more of the cheap booze kept being poured into him, one after another by these apparent jocks, enjoying making the malformed freak too inebriated to stand. No doubt planning something for later, but how long it had been since they originally started, Arthur could not recall. He could not even stand on his own anymore.

His head dipped, his eyes shut, all for a moment, but a moment was all that was needed for the two that were holding him and the one that was currently pouring all to cry out in pain and fall away from him due to a very unpleasent electrical shock. Arthur instantly fell to the ground. Hitting it hard enough that he came too barely and took control of his charge once more. If there was one thing he refused to reliquish was the control of his charge.

Floundering on the floor as he tried to crawl his way out of there, too drunk to get any proper control of his limbs, several of the injured males friends took it apon themselves to strike out vengence, issuing a beating to Arthur. Something Arthur hadn't experienced in some time and if it weren't for what these people had done to him, making him unable to control his own body, Arhtur would've dropped them all at an instance. Sadly this was not how it was and the beating continued until Arthur felt the charge within his body build up once again. Growling he began to stand up, using Qi Puppetry.

This only earned him a swift punch in the back and dropped him back to the floor. But Arthur began again, a little faster, no longer even trying to use his body in any way or form, relying entirely on his qi puppetry to drag himself up to an upright position. Though he would have to thank the jocks for one thing, the alcohol dulled him too much to even feel the pain that he should have coursing across his body. Standing, Arthur would just walk out, falling several times as people kicked him in the back of the legs, or punched him in the back of his head.

But Arthur would keep standing and keep walking, staggering here and there when he almost lost control of the charge again. Eventually making his way back outside, Arthur would drag his form into the shadows, beyond the sight of those who wished only to drink themselves into a stupor because it was the 'cool thing to do.' Detesting the entire affair, Arthur let himself collapse and rest.

It was late afternoon before Arthur awoke, a full bladder, and a headache from nearby street traffic was what awoke him. Sitting up, so he was no longer half under a bush, Arthur imeadiately shut his eyes. Wishing he hadn't woken, he got up, hissing as he went from the pain of it all, before a spout of curses strung out for the previous night. Contempt flowing for why he could not remember what had transpired. Arthur stuck to shade as he marched back home, entering the house and stripping off his mask imeadiately.

As he began to move for his room, he came face to face with his mother, he didn't spare her a glance but she knocked several pictures off the wall as she backed into it from the shock of seeing her son without his mask. Closing the door softly behind him and shutting his blinds, Arthur would strip off his clothing and move to a small tank, thick with black with the odd dot of white mixed in.

A special tank he had kept in his room where he kept his new lifeline. Sticking a hand inside, the black swarm stilled, as the white mass began to crawl up his arm, moving to clean his body of any possible infection before Arthur would move into his own personal toilet. Sitting there, letting the maggots do their work, Arthur would lean back as his body performed its natural course as at the same time he returned to sleep, not awakening til the small hours of the following morning, a slight curse emitting from his lips.

How he hated alcohol.

[Deleted]

Going to a faculty member’s retirement party… with other students… seemed like trouble from the beginning but alas Zachariah was far too polite to turn down the invitation. It was pretty certain that there would be drinking, of which he wanted no part. Still since he was going to be polite enough to show, he may as well look like he was attending someone’s retirement party. He put on a nice black suit with a white collared shirt under the jacket and a black tie. He did dress up well. All set to go, Zachariah made his way to the party… walking of course as it wasn’t too far a trip and he always felt better about walking than driving. Though he might have wanted to bring his car to take the drunk ones home.

Just as the party started Zachariah arrived, gave his pleasantries to the people that he knew and bumped into but soon became much like a wallflower standing aside to much of the party. He wasn’t really comfortable in these situations and it showed. People started to drink and some were bordering on losing control already, which of course made Zachariah start to make his way toward the door to escape before things got to far out of control. Along his path he was intercepted by another student who offered him a drink.

“Come on, dude… let’s get fucking wasted!!! Ahahahahahaha!”

Zachariah merely chuckled and smiled, taking the drink so that the inebriated student would continue on his way. Once the guy was gone, he placed the drink on a nearby table and continued toward the nearest exit. He wasn’t about to just take a drink from a student and drink it, there was far too high a probability that there was alcohol in it. Making his way through the crowd was difficult but he was almost there, almost free when a teacher blocked his path. He smiled asking to be let around but that wasn’t happening.

“Heading out so soon?”

“Yeah well… it’s getting a little too crazy for me.”

“You need to loosen up, my boy… have a drink.”

“I don’t drink.”

“What about a soda? Just stay and enjoy the company.”

“I don’t know… don’t really drink that either.”

“Really?! Come on… just one. It won’t kill you… I’ll get it.”

“Uh… thanks.”

The teacher grabbed Zachariah a soda and handed him the glass, which the student took with a smile. His elder was probably right but… oh well, bottoms up right? It tasted kind of weird, sweet and bitter, he wasn’t a fan of it. Granted it wasn’t just soda but also a generous portion of gin. Not knowing what normal soda tasted like, he couldn’t notice the difference. The teacher continued to speak with the boy and feeding him more drinks. Before long, about three of these drinks, Zachariah was completely smashed out of his skull for the first time. Soon he broke away from the teacher and stumbled out the door into the world at large… oh boy…

~~~~~~~~~~~BLACKOUT~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`

Death… that is what Zachariah felt like as the sun pierced the curtains of his bedroom. How had he gotten home? What the hell had happened? The light was terrible, any sound felt like thousand daggers in his ears… this must be the hangover people talked about. Soon his neighbor from the next apartment, Mrs. Andrews came into the room.

“Oh, good morning dear… have some ginger ale.”

“How’d I get here?”

“Apparently my son ran into while drinking with his college friends… he said you were in a break dancing circle.”

Zachariah lightly on the ginger ale, which allowed his stomach to settle slightly. A break dancing circle… heavens what else had he done…

“Also you have a message from your boss on your machine… well, I’ll be next door if you need anything. You should really drink less.”

Zachariah nodded while mentally noting that this would be the last time he ever drank, well maybe a glass of wine or champagne when he was older but nothing else. He stumbled to check his message…

“Zachariah… I do find it impressive that you can still do your job while so inebriated, however in the future do warn me of when you intend to stop by and demand that I buy cheeseburgers for you and your hundred hobo friends… the press is good but I would like some warning. Try to lay off the sauce, child.”

Beep… crud. Zachariah stumbled back into bed… he wouldn’t be leaving it the rest of the weekend.

[Tara Ritter]

~Before the Party~

Tamara looked again at the invitation in her hands. She had been invited to some party by some old fart of a teacher on her first day at school. She really didn't know if it was appropriate that she attended though. It wasn't like she knew him or anything, or anyone in the school for that matter. She was worried it would be more then a little awkward for the new girl to show up. Maybe they would think she was nothing but a moocher, coming to the party just because she could.

Tamara's mother however, felt it was more then important that she attend.

"You'll meet other students, get to know people, have a good time~ It'll be great~! Go, go and have fun! Don't be to late coming home though, alright?"

Without giving Tamara a chance to respond, her mother strolled from the room, put on her shoes and left for an evening out. Tamara sighed, defeated. If she didn't go, her mother would know right away. She seemed to have this ability to know whatever Tamara had done no matter how small or big. She sighed, realizing she was in for a long night.

Going to her room, she pulled out what she felt was an appropriate outfit. Sexy, but not slutty. Respectable, but still fun. She got dressed quickly, and did her hair, choosing to leave it down for the night. She checked herself in the mirror one last time before she pulled on her shoes, grabbed the invitation and her car keys and left for the evening.

~At the Party~

Tamara drove around the block over and over again, searching for a spot. Apparently, a lot more students drove then she had originally expected. Finding parking a block over, she got out of her car and prepared for the walk there. It didn't take her long, and it wasn't hard to find the house. It was the one with all the drunk student's passed out all over the place.

She stepped over one student blocking the pathway and walked though the open door. Inside it was like a zoo. She was only like 20 minutes late and already everyone was well on their way to being drunk, or already loaded. She was absolutely shocked. What sort of teacher encouraged and allowed underage drinking? Or what sort of school had she come to that this was normal?

Her eyes scanned the room looking for a place to sit and relax, or a group of people she might look like she got along with. Nothing immediately jumped out at her, but as she took a step into the room, a cup was shoved into her hand. When she turned around, whoever had given her the drink was already gone.

Tentatively, she lifted it to her nose and smelt it. Right off, she couldn't smell any sort of alcohol, but that didn't mean there wasn't anything in it.

Oh what was she worried about? She loved drinking.

She took a deep drink from the cup.

~Less then hour later...

Tara flitted from group to group, introducing herself. She stopped at one group near the snack table. "Hi there! I'm Tara! I'm actual name is Tamara but I hate that name, so call me Tara!~"

They gave her an odd look. "Hi Tara..."

"AHA! Isn't this party amazing!?" And on to the next group she went. Although nothing interesting happened to her at the party, after the party was a mission and a half. The party simply consisted of Tara introducing herself and meeting other students. Oddly, there was no sign of the teacher who was holding the party, but she left him a sweet little card taped to the front of his fridge. Sadly, it was unreadable, but it was the thought that counted right?

Finally deciding she had had enough for the night, she stumbled out the front door, pulling her keys from her purse...

Wait, where was her purse?

One more trip inside and she emerged with her purse slung over one arm, tripping across the lawn as she pulled her car keys from her purse. She looked up and down the street, searching for her car. Thinking she saw it up the street, she stumbled towards the small car.

Reaching it, she pulled the door handle on the drivers side. The door opened and she climbed inside, trying to push the key into the ignition. Unable to get it in, she sighed, leaning her head on the steering wheel. It was then that she felt the tap on her shoulder.

Turning back, she realized this was in fact NOT her car, and she had just disturbed two very unhappy teenagers in the back seat. Apologizing profusely, she climbed out of the car and looked around again. Where the hell...

~About an hour later...

Tara fed up of searching for her car, pulled out her cell phone. Dialing her mothers number she listened to the phone ring. When they picked up she mumbled incoherently into the phone. On the other end: "Hello? Is this some sort of crank call? Look here you little shit, I'll call the cops if you keep this up do you hear me?!"

Tara hung up before they could go any farther, realizing that was indeed not her mothers number. She dialed again, slower this time. Finally, her mother answered.

"Tara? Hunny? What's wrong?"

"Mom? Mommy? I love you so much... Mommy I can't find my car..." TT.TT

"... I'll be there in 20 minutes..."

~20 minutes later...

Tara climbed into the car with her mom and leaned over, wrapping her arms around her mother. "Thank you sooooo much mom, I was sooo lost..." She proceeded to spill every small detail of her night to her mother, who patiently listened, nodding and laughing when appropriate. Wasn't she so amazing?

~The Morning After the Party~

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~The Afternoon After the Party~

... ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZ

~The Evening After the Party~

Tara finally rolled out of bed, feeling quite refreshed actually. Her mother had given her some Tylenol and a couple bottles of water before sending her to bed, so her hangover was bearable. She was just extremely tired now. Her mother however, seemed sympathetic... But still made her bus it back to her car in order to get it home. Tara spent the next few hours on a bus and walking searching for her lost car.

[Grav]

Day of the party 5:00pm

Grav stepped out of the shower with a new energy. it was a good night for a party. no school the next day, everyone would be there. it seemed like quite the shindig would be happening tonight.

he dawned a nicer outfit. a black button up with no hat, dark jeans, converse, nice jacket, belt, gloves, he was ready to go.

as he stepped outside he remembered, "oh right! gotta get the directions"

grav grabbed the piece of paper sitting on the table and bolted out the door. grav walked a good four miles seeing many things along the way. other party goers, animals, and many many buildings. he stopped at the corner store to steal some alcohol, he knew to never show up to such a shindig without the proper equipment. that would just be tacky. he walked and walked before arriving at the party fashionably late at.....

6:14pm

as grav entered the party he could tell it was in full swing. and only 14 minutes after it started. there was mobs and mobs of people and music filled the air. and then he smelled it..... alcohol. one of gravs only weakness'. he simply walked into the large crowd and started screaming ant chanting

"BEER PONG BEER PONG BEER PONG"

eventually the entire place was in an uproar over beer pong and of course the table was set. grav took his spot at the end of the table and stated

"who dares challenge the king at his game?"

one scraggly small man stepped up and began to play. within minutes he was takin away drunk off his ass. grav was still just fine.

this went on for round after round until nobody wanted to challenge grav anymore. grav was quite drunk. and stumbling through the party. he sat down at a table. and began pouring shots.

"who wants to play shots?"

everyone gathered to see if grav could hold this ontop of the beer.

1 shot
2shots
3shots
4shots....

this continued for many more shots until grav was proclaimed the winner. and at this point grav could barely stand up. the last thing he remembered was watching as a strange man got atop a chandelier and layed down. from there it was a total blackout.

the next morning 8:42am

grav awoke on the lawn with his shirt off his jacket on and one shoe off. his shoe was beside him but his shirt was nowhere to be found. a pair of sexy pink panties were clenched in his hand. god knew who it belonged to. he did his best to handle the hangover that he had. but the pounding headache and the extreme tiredness overtook him. he simply stood up and began walking home. this didnt last long, he stumbled and did a faceplant into the ground. it was not one of his better moments. he began his walk. his long long walk, and about halfway through, he was approached by the police who, with a bit of finagling, gave grav a ride home. as he arrived at home he mumbled

"who the hell owns these panties??"

this would forever be a night grav marked in the recordbooks.

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

Theme:Shady esparanto and the young hearts

(for maximum enjoyment do give that song a listen to as you read this post)

Parties?

Victor took a drag of his cigarrette, his thoughts a far off puff of smoke, floating away like the ever uncatchable smoke of the cigarrette he drew breath from, it's tar glowing bright orange as it burned away, a dim glow in the darkness of the night, casting a faint light against a white wife beater, and a celtic knot pendant dangling against his chest with each of his bouncing steps. a smile was painted on his face

where had he been for like... a month?

well, that of course will be explained later

for now though, Victor walked down the avenues of long beach, his hands stuffed into the cut off jeans that hung with little space around his powerful thighs, his legs a masterwork of (german) engineering, ending in a white pair of vans. across his bright blue eyes where a pair of ray-bans, a callback to a time far behind him now, though still quite fashionable, the clear glass only to help his vision, nothing more. and bobbing along with him through the night was his blonde faux hawk that completed his signature look of the well worn beach bro, the distant aromas of cigarrette smoke and seaweed and sand clung to his clothing. but no one would notice that

Victor's eyes glowed brightly as he headed toward an address whispered to him only so long ago...

faculty retirement, and apparently he was cool enough to invite the kids

Victor wasn't gonna complain...

I mean... free booze... come on

YES!

the tiny house came into view, humble but well taken care of... the marks of a teacher's salary, and a teacher's infinite caring...

oh how these things eluded some people.

Victor walked in, dim lights panned over a pretty simple lay out, kitchen to the right, living room to the left, each seperated by a large wall, and a stair case to the far right...

wonder exactly how cool this teacher is...

would he let me use the master bedroom to have sex with any of his students?

psh... maybe if it was chuck bass... oh well

Victor found one of his bros, tall his hair a light shade of brown that hung delicatley over his pretty boy face, soft auburn eyes, lanky and dressed in a red and blue flannel, with a pair of skinny jeans, a great look for his build, a good looking kid.

"Welkin, bro!" Victor shouted, his rich deep voice resonating around the living room, its calm baritone somehow floating above everyone elses conversation. welkin turned and beamed at him with a smile. "Victor, the fuck bro!? where've you been?" Welkin asked, his hand coming out smoothly, slapping against Victor's coming into a fist that was bumped appropriately (word)

Victor laughed, taking the cigarrette from his mouth and doing a quick scan around, his sparkling blue eyes resting on beautiful ladies and friends he hadn't seen in far too long. "You know bro... this and that" Victor just said suggestively, his eyebrows raised comically. Welkin laughed and shook his head "I get it bro, keep it on the down low" Welkin said with a little chuckle, his hand shooting out in front of him, wiping away the words lingering in the air, pushing them under the figurative rug.

"so, where's the hard stuff at?" Victor asked, his toungue coming out and swiping across his lips quickly. "Damn dude, already? welkin asked calmly, laughing a little at his friends enthusiasm.

"Well..." Victor said matter of factly his eyes glowing with admriation, warmth, the friendly feel that (in victor's opinion) had been missing from this place for far too long "I came late, gotta make up for lost time" he said with a laugh, patting welkin on the back with a hearty feel, leading the way for them both to find a handle of vodka.

"I'll do two for your one" Victor said confidently with a smile, pulling his cigarrette out and with a quick stub putting it out on the table softly so that it could be re-lit, before placing it behind his ear.

"You always say that, and you still always win" Welkin said with a little laugh.

"I'll let you in on a secret" Victor said, then looked around jokingly and leaned in, his massive hand reaching up to welkin's plaid covered shoulder and gently pulling Welkin down to whisper in his ear. "That's because you're a skinny fuck" victor said, then laughed with welkin, and patted his friend on the back with a smile

"Fine, three for every one of yours"

Welkin stared at him for a moment, his auburn eyes wide and slightly concerned. "You sure bro... that could be kind of danger-"

"Yeah, come on!" Victor cut him off encouragingly, grabbing the handle and a shot glass from the table, pouring him a shot and pushing it into Welkin's hands with a smile.

as welkin raised the glass to his lips a passing thought came to Victor. "So where is the teacher throwing this whole thing?" Victor asked, taking the shot glass from welkin as he was finished and pouring a shot. "Dunno, and frankly, don't care, he's cool by me... maybe he could help fix my grades too" Welkin said with a laugh. Victor had finished his three shots by the time the explanation was done and was laughing along with him, Victor would never tell welkin that he had straight A's and could easily tutor his friend... or help him cheat... whatever

"You know bro, I don't think you're gonna win this time" Welkin said with a subtle confidence filling his shot glass again, lifting it and quickly downing the liquor

"maybe so... but my friend, its not about winning... it's about having a good time, take your mind off the goal and enjoy the PARTY!" Victor said, getting more excited and pulling the glass from his hand as he downed another three shots...

6 right? meh, that wouldn't be a big deal. a small crowd was now begining to form around them.

"In fact... " Victor said, pulling out a real glass and filling it to the top with vodka, a devlish and charming smile on his lips. at least worth... 10 shots? good enough. "You win" Victor said, begining to chug. a tiny gasp came from the crowd surrounding them, and in moments with a triumphant slam victor had the glass back down on the table. "So uhh... anyone got a chaser for me?" Victor asked, a glint in his eye as he looked around. Welkin just looked at Victor dumbstruck. someone handed Victor a light blue shade of gatorade. now who knew about his favorite chaser!?

his head swiveled, his light blue gaze falling upon the girl who handed the cup to him. long chestnut hair, well defined features, petite frame, and captivating brown eyes. suddenly brown eyed girl drifted through Victor's head. "Hey wanna see how cool the teacher throwing this party is?" Victor asked, The girl smiled "how?" she asked, a little shy, her eyes fluttering... very cute, also a little drunk from what he could tell. good enough

"follow me" Victor said, he had to act quick before the alchohol set in... you know... so he could get up the stairs.

Victor took the girls hand and began sifting through the ever growing crowd. they began up the stairs, their footsteps muffled by the bustle downstairs as they got to the top, Victor walked along the banister, taking guesses where the bedrooms may be when suddenly

*WHAM*

a loud slam from downstairs, victor looked over the banister nonchalantly, he couldn't see anything through the throngs of people. "what was that?" the brunette asked

"Probably nothing, don't worry about it" Victor said with a smile, carefree as usual his bright eyes alive with humor.

*WHAM*

"No really... what is that?" the girl asked again, a slight tremble in her voice, real concern. Victor rolled his eyes, and sighed, then smiled at her. "I'll go check it out, alright? be right back" Victor said, his charming smile followed with a little wink.

he began down the stairs, the alchohol begining to set he found his balance... lacking at best as he thundered down the stairs, his large form ready to get this little... nonsense out of the way.

"Bro, what the hell!?" an anguished cry came from the kitchen

Welkin

Victor's step grew faster, his wide shoulders pushing through the crowd into the kitchen to see a scene that sent a small chill down his spine.

Welkin's face was smashed into the ceramic counter of the kitchen, trickles of blood flowing from his nose and scratches across his face, a large man stood over him, long raven hair covered his face, a knife was clutched in his right hand wavering dangerously over the back of welkin's head.

someone had a bit too much.

"Who drank all my FUCKING vodka!?" the guy asked, his voice gruff, a blast of spittle spraying from his mouth.

Victor sneered... and he was gonna get laid too...

"that would be me bro" Victor said calmly, his blue eyes deadly points as the guy's brown eyes looked into his own. another man who does not back down clearly as he let go of welkin's red and blue plaid, turning the knife blade now toward Victor. this was gonna get ugly fast.

Victor made the first move, grabbing the guys wrist and spinning him, throwing him into the refridgerator behind them when Victor suddenly felt a pressure pulling at his shirt, pulling him off the kid as several people's hands had now wrapped around Victor. the held him down against the ground, the guy shook his head, staring down at Victor angrily, his eyes blazing with fury, the brown almost seeming red in the flourescent glow of the kitchen. Still, Victor felt nothing, even as the kid's foot raised and slammed him in the face. his ray bans shattered, the white plastic clicking across the tiles floor, the glass scratching across Victor's face. Victor winced... pain, it always felt so good.

Victor's eyes opened wide, his blue eyes full of spirit, but before he could even do anything suddenly there was a flash of movement, no one was holding Victor down anymore and there where several kids wrestling around the ground of this tiny kitchen, scuffling, slamming against doors, clattering dirty pots and pans, grabbing at things for weapons and just having a field day. Looked like Victor's bro's had shown up. Victor smiled, his smile perfect as always as his hands came back and threw himself up to his feet. "You asshole" Victor said calmly to the raven haired boy, whose face was snarled in drunken rage his dark hair covering his snubbed features, his brown shirt was already ripped from the little throw Victor had given to him. Victor continued to smile "We where having a great party, and there was plenty of alchy to go around, and everyone was gonna have a good time, and it was all gonna be awesome, and then you had to come along with your selfishness, and your worrying about whose shit is whose when it doesn't matter" Victor said, the boy was really listening, Victor's just scoffed, he knew when he was being ignored...

"and I was gonna get laid, and now I'm pissed, and I all I was here for was a good time" Victor said, now it was the alchohol talking, he was still very coherant, perhaps lightly drunk, but at this point, it was just more fun to let the alchohol do the talking.

Victor was certainly gonna have a good time.

his fist shot out, slamming the kid in a right hook. "not so tough without your buddies?" Victor asked, punching the boy agin with another right hook, sending him into the cupboards. Victor's fist raised for a third punch, but the boy simply collapsed, his form crumpling to the tile, now red with stains of blood.

Victor just shook his head, no one could fight quite like Victor's bros. the wrestling going on around Victor had come to a halt, it was clear who had won.

"so where to now?" Welkin asked, his face still scratched and slightly bloody, though his nose had stopped bleeding profusely.

Victor shrugged "Come on bro, we'll just go crash at my place" Victor said, dissapointment and frustration welled up inside of him, as he turned from the kitchen, walking out toward the front door, everyone he came toward parting to make a path for him. he hated scaring people.

he opened the door out into the cool air of the night, hoping his thoughts would clear themselves, welkin following him. "Thanks for saving me by the way" Welkin mentioned off hand. Victor just shrugged. "what are friends for?" Victor asked with a laugh, his smile flashing wide as the two walked toward his house.

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Epilouge

When they got to Victor's house they drank several glasses of water as to avoid awful hangovers the next morning. when they woke up Victor drove Welkin home, and they enjoyed some call of duty modern warfare two together before Victor went back home. it had been an eventful night, and yet completely normal. Victor was home

[Addie Balfour]

Before the party bitches ;3

What to wear!? What to wear!? It was always a girls dilemma that stopped them from getting to places on time. Even Addie had some troubles with clothes, even though she made most of hers. Pulling her hair into pigtails once more, she'd get ready to go. All the while wondering...WHY THE HECK DID A TEACHER INVITE HER!? Like, why would teachers want the students about when they were leaving the school? Free from all the bullshit of a generation of students that seem doomed to attract trouble?

Perhaps it was their way of laughing at the faculty... Yes, showing them what they were left with, along with bringing out another side of them. Or maybe, they just wanted everyone to join in on the fun? Whatever the reason, it had no meaning to her, all that was important was....FREEE BOOZEEEE!!! Yes, open bars were they way of the future! Anyone who throws a party and actually pays for all the booze was a god send!

A smirk on her face as she looked in the mirror. NO

NONE OF THE CLOTHES LOOKED GOOD!

She didn't want to dress plain.

or like a ho.

Perhaps it was just best to be herself and dress in her own creation? Well, it was obvious, or so she could only hope. Of course she would dress like she always did. Why change her way of being for a simple party? After all, by the time she got there, who wouldn't be drunk? Really? OPEN BAR! of course they would be drunk. Sheesh, silly man inviting high school kids to drink with him. Addie was clad in her normal wear. yes, that was right. Weird shirt that showed off too much skin, a black skirt, high high white stockings and her lovely knee high black boots. Normal Addie to an abnormal night.

It was time to leave!

Taking a taxi, Addie would head over to the location.

THE PARTY BITCHES.....

Addie weaved through people that were already stumbling over each other. It would seem she was tardy to the party.... Hopefully there was still something to drink, anything. IT WAS TIME TO BE SOCIAL!!! YESSS Drunk people never remember the happenings of the night, perfect time to make friends, right?!? BOOO YA! Addie was hailed over by a group of people sitting at a table that was lined with full bottles of everything. YESS!! There was a deck of cards on the table. Perhaps they were going to play some kings? Yes! Maybe they'd play some awesome card game.

KINGS CUP BITCHES!

Taking a seat amongst many strange folk, Addie would grab a card from the pile. It was interesting. So began the game. Since she was new they all decided to torment her. GREAT, RIGHT?! Addie could hold her alcohol, so no matter what it seemed, they were going down. Yes, crafty even whilst drunk, those around her were formulating a plot. Yes, picking up the rule card, they made a decision.

"yerrr goooin down gurrlll....." The young man said with a slur as he turned over the card,"Every time someone in the house laughs...you drink three shots...."

NOOOOOOO
SOOOO CRRRRUEEELLL!!

there were how many people there!?!

A silence fell over the group as a few of the drunks giggled away.... It was funny to them, wasn't it?

FFFFFFFFFF!!!

THEY WERE GOING DOWN!

......

SOME TIME LATER!

It was Addie's turn, she had to draw the last card, everyone knew what it was...THE FINAL KING! O___O

SHE HAD TO DRINK MORE!!

With that an eruption of giggles broke out...Wait, how many people were laughing? One two.... wait.... Three Six Nine...UGHHHH!!!

Looking at the large up of mixed alcohol before her, Addie sighed as she reached for it. IT WAS TIME FOR A DRINK!!!.....

"CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!" The masses jeered as they pointed to the last task of the game.

One two....three...DRINK!!!!

*glug*
*glug*
*glug*
*glug*
*glug*
*glug*
*glug*
*glug*
*glug*
*glug*


"DONE!! HAR HAR AHR!!! BEAT THAT BEEACHES!!"

DUN DUN DUN!!

Addie was...Intoxicated.

Oh what fun it was to be, a student in that school!!

Blurred vision, a lack of sense, Addie flailed about a little and danced to the crazy music. Her with some random peeps. Yep, parties were interesting.... Things were calming down a little, she was tired and feeling a little uneasy... With such feelings becoming more nagging, she just made herself comfortable on a couch. Laying on her stomach on something uncomfortable. She'd fall asleep...eventually. After a bit of drunken complaining about uncomfy couches.

THE MORNING AFTER BITCHES D:

The rustling of people as they got up, the mumbling of others, the groaning and complaining... The muffled sounds of vomiting from behind a closed door. Followed by someone petting her hair and saying......"Good morning sunshine."

Bright blue eyes snapped opened and looked at the couch in horror... There was a young man under her, she had fallen asleep on him....NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! There was a smirk on his face as he looked at the Japanese-German girl, he was proud of himself...FOR SOME UNGODLY REASON!

Sitting up quickly, the girl would pause. HEAD RUSH! "whoa..." Addie's head hurt, it was too bright.. Everything was too loud, what was actually quiet, to her was loud. A splitting headache as she covered her ears. There was giggling from other folk as they saw her. Her face turned red as she made her way to the door, pulling her phone from her shorts.

Calling a taxi, Addie would wait outside...All the while going: EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW....WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY!? T___T It was not a fun night at all!!!

[seishounohana]

Here's to hoping that this event would basically get my muse back. -shrug-

Parties had never been Emily's thing.

So when she got a call from a certain teacher Layla had been familiar with, she felt slightly awkward. Emily wasn't sure if she should decline or go with it. The filipina told the teacher that she would call him again later tonight after checking at work if she'll have stuff to do, not to mention if she'll have to anticipate the possibility of coming home drunk. The Teacher only dropped the call, obviously drunk with his slightly slurred speech.

A retirement party, huh? Well, one way on how to celebrate that is by poking alcohol at your liver at such an age, right? Oh, well. She might as well go. After all, Emily had never really been to something close to a drinking party so she could probably set aside her own dislike for alcohol just for today to make this old man a bit happier.

--- at least in the hopes that this young man wouldn't do anything funny, of course.

So, that evening, Emily took into herself to dress into something safe: her old, long-sleeved yellow shirt, her green vest and white pants. Nothing totally exposing, anticipating some out of character behavior from friends and acquaintances alike. She then stuffed her bag with several medicines; including a decent amount of acetaminophen, just in case someone gets hit by the headache.

No, she wouldn't bring her car or her scooter there either; too dangerous. For now, she would just walk all the way over. It wasn't so tiring, considering that her house wasn't so far away from this one. Probably a 15-minute walk.

Arriving at the house, Emily's nose immediatly picked up the scent of alcohol. Wine, Whiskey and Rum to be exact. There was a faint smell of Sake lingering by the other side of the house, but she could swear just the scent of alcohol alone made her feel like she was going to be sick. She should be fine as long as---

"EEHHHH MEEEHHH LEEEEEEE~~~" A sharp voice rang from behind as it wrapped it's arms around her neck and hung it's chin by her shoulders. It was Franz, who was sincerely drunk by any form of measurement. Emily couldn't help but cringe when her friend chuckled darkly, a bottle of wine in hand. "Mahn, da only wan messing here es yuu~."

"Franchesca, you're drunk." Emily pointed out, chuckling. "C'mon, give me the wine. You're going to get hurt like this."

"Awww, man. You're no fun." She grumbled, chugging more wine onto her throat, letting a few drops onto Emily's shirt. Emily would try to pry herself away from the older woman, allowed free eventually. Maybe it would be safe to stay away from Franz for a bit until she cools down. Sitting down by the bar, watching people silently, Emily would hear the sound of a glass pushed forward. Looking towards it came with the realization that it was no other than "Sophie", who had been so kind as to pass her a glass filled with what looked like juice.

... Well, she did feel thirsty.

"Oh, thanks Sophie. I needed that." She said, taking the glass into her hand and chugging it with much gusto. Emily didn't really realize that it was rather strong cocktail - a stronger version of the tequila sunrise. Probably a higher percentage of alcohol over juice, but the girl realized it too late. The glass had been downed completely, and Emily would only realize it was spiked as soon as she felt something heavy hit her like a freaking truck.

"O-ooh..." She chuckled, her face completely red. Emily never really did well with alcohol. "Hee~. May I have another one?" She chuckled, passing her glass to the bartender, who looked at her with a blink or two before proceeding to one more glass.

Sophie only looked at The Queen with interest as she watched her get herself drunk with something as mild as cocktails. Though, that was useful to know; the Queen's intolerance to alcohol.

--- and she must be quite a giddy alcoholic, muttering things to herself and probably hallucinating about that "Jon" person.

It was going to be a rough, rough night.

---

Ten glasses of Tequila Sunrise, A wine bottle and Calamares were the contents of the stuff Emily threw up the morning after. This wasn't her home, but rather - Sophie's own house. She had been brought there quite after she passed out in the middle of eating a bunch of fried squid rings and kept dreaming all throughout the party. Sophie, who was basically an alcohol tank so to speak, was the one kind enough to give her shelter for the night, along with several members of the Regalia who opted to sleep downstairs.

"S-sophie. C-can you pass me a... ugh..." Emily threw up again, really regretting even thinking of going to that party. Never again would she touch any liquor, or even think of trying liquor.

Never.

Again.

[Purr-Moi?!]

Malicious beats were heard ,coming from an open window of an apartment. The music was so loud it could easily be heard across the street, not that it matters since the people living there moved away.
Among the disturbing sentences the sound of someone taking a shower was heard. Now let’s see who was sick enough to enjoy such lyrics?
A vague female figure was standing there ,Her curves masked by the steam . The woman ran her hair through her distinctive green hair. It was Eris.
When the song was over she turned off the taps and got out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her body. While humming along with the next song she whipped the condensation from her big ass mirror. She dried her face off and then wrapped the towel around her hair, folding it up in a nice sultan hat. As her laptop started a new song she grabbed a lil purse filled with make-up .Well it contained a few things since she hardly needed make-up but you know how girls are~
After she put on a little bit of mascara and some eyeliner, she put some lip loss. Today she would use a natural look for the party. Party?! Yup she wasn’t fan of school party’s since her mischievous actions might come to light easily but this one had booze and lots of it. Now it’s time to choose an outfit! Yaayy<3
Eris dried herself off and walked over to her walk in closet, she threw the towel on her bed and searched her closet for the basic things; lingerie~
She choose a simple black bra with some lace here and there and see through boxers. And now for the rest! Let’s see~
After digging through her rack of corsets she found the perfect one<3.To match the corset she grabbed a pair of black skinny jeans with a ripped effect. Eris grabbed her designer shoes that matched with her corset and then she was ready to go. Ohyea she almost forgot her hair, tchtch.
While swaying her hips she walked to a huge mirror, checking herself out and then she pulled the sulta- towel of her head. She shook her head and her now dry hair fell over her shoulders. She combed it and then put her hair up in a high ponytail, pulling a few locks of hair to create a side bangs . There now done.
Eris grabbed her keys and headed out, turning her music and lights off. She started up her car and drove to the party, humming some of the devious lyrics.

---

Once there she got out of the car, locking it and headed towards the drunk crowd of baboons. She drew attention because of her fashion style since it was better than those skimpy Barbie dolls that you found at every party. She took a drink of one of them, pushing the girl to the ground. She laughed while she headed towards the cellar, to see what was going down there. AH a drinking contest! Now that was Eris’s cup of tea..vodka..booze! A hammered guy won from a guy and yelled

“And who’s nextzzz?!?!”

she chuckled and grabbed the bottle of the table,
“I’m in”
“Oeehh a girll!!! You sure you can handle it?”
“Mhmm there is only one way to find out~”
And then it all started, a drinking competition between Eris and the guy. After a few bottles they went wild…well Eris went berserk

“Let’s play a game~!! *hick* rock, paper ,scissors! The loser has to remove an article of clothing<!!*hick*..”
Ofcourse the boys went wild and rooted for the guy and he agreed, Eris continued in her drunken voice…
“Then if I lose I’ll take something off, so if you lose ,you’ll also take something off..”A slight pause and they she glared at him

“..like your skin”

Everyone went quiet and the guy yelled “EHHH?!?!” but he didn’t had time to say no because Eris was already yelling Rock ,paper, scissors and out of reflex he participated. He threw a…
paper
The crowd went quiet and the atmosphere got tense since Eris began to laugh since she threw Rock. The guy looked at his hand and sweat dropped.

“BUWHAHHAHA I WINNN~!!!!”

*SMASHH*

Eris did a uppercut ,making him drop KO to the floor. She then sat on him, pulling him up by his collar..

“OII WAKE UP TEMEEEE~!!!”

she then began slap him wildly and stuffed the bottle back into his mouth “DRINK UPPPP~!!!” The booze ran over his chin and quickly she realized out of booze.

“Oi..”
she glared at the crowd, making them jump back a little
“I’m out of booze..BRING OUT A WHOLE BARREEELLL” she dropped the guy and lifted up a table, throwing it into the crowd

“GIVE IT TO ME YA BASTAAARDDSSS”
Like a mad drunk old man she grabbed anyone she could smacking them to the ground in search of booze. After a few minutes it went quiet and Eris stood in the middle of the room with passed out guys around her. She managed to find a bottle and gulped it down

“MWAAAHH~Gahahaha”
After she chuckled like a weirdo she slowly made her way up the stairs, ready to party some more and from there…she wasn’t really sure what happened. Eris had would contine her rock, paper, scissors game. Going mental in another room.
You could hear her yell through her house
“Rock, paper, FIST!”
and then she punched another guy in the face, laughing like a creepy old man after it and so the night would continue until she met her match.YES!!! a guy kept on throwing the same hand every time and the two drunkards began to yell at each other that they were cheating.
“OI OI YA CHEATINGG!! You should throowzz stonez!!”

“NONO YOU SHOULD THROW SNIPSNIPZ!!”
There was a pause and then they’d threw both the exact opposite.

“AHA! DIE!!”
Eris punched him..or she’d though but it was a pillow on a couch and while she was pounding into it , the other guy kept on doing rock paper scissors with a cactus, each time getting a draw.

”DAMNITZ YA BITCCHWW”
Suddenly they heard each other and snarled at each other .While they were pressing their faces close to each other, the rest of the party picked the game up and it became quite wild with panties, bra’s and boxers flying everywhere .Even the cactus flew around, taking the virginity of certain butts.
What happened next was a big blur and the only thing Eris remembered was her ending up making out with the guy.

---

*tjiiilp tjiilp*

The sound of birds woke Eris up, as she slowly opened her eyes she noticed she was in a strange room. Eh? She sat up straight and placed a hand on her head. Man it was like someone put a hedgehog in her head .She looked around and shivered, wait a minute..she was naked! Next to her she heard someone groan and as a robot she turned her head .I-i-it was the guy she had a fight with! She wanted to kill him but before she could do anything she heard the footsteps of something tiny. Eris pulled the covers up to cover her chest area and then looked around the room to see what made those sounds. She had a bad feeling about this…her multi colored eyes then gazed down to see 2 young girls standing at the edge of her bed.

“MOOMMMMYYYYYY!!!”

"Eh..EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHH!?!?!?!?"

[Mitsukai]

~Before the party~

Mitsukai stared at the party invitation in her hands that she had found amongst the letters in the mailbox. She actually got invited to a party....her. One of the least social people in the school. Why would anyone want her to come to a party? She took a look inside the invitation to see who it was from. So this was some teacher's retirement party huh? She never met the man before but the chances were that every student had gotten one of these as well.

Should she go? Parties were not exactly her cup of tea, but Kevala and Drea have always told her how she needed to lighten up. Now would be a good time to start. Besides it was not like she had something else better to do that night anyway. Who knows she might have some fun?

~The party~

The moment Mitsukai entered the party she already wished she was home. The place was packed with so many people it made the poor girl's head spin. There was no one in the place that she knew, no one that she could distract herself with for a few hours and she was too shy to speak to anyone.

So the girl did what any nervous girl would do at events like this. She found herself a nice spot against a wall and became wallflower for the time being. Her hands fiddling around with the little outfit she chose to wear for the evening. It was a gift a few years back from one of the aunts that she rarely saw. It was not really something she liked to wear but she did not have any really descent clothes for events like these. After all she rarely went outside save for school, exercising, or the occasional walk.

Mitsukai gave a heavy sigh as she watched all the other teens having a good time. She was not sure if she should join in or stay put. Either way she was bored as hell, and though running back home was a very temping idea she had made up her mind to be here in the first place. It seemed stupid to just run off now when she had only been in this place for thirty minutes, she'd just have to find something to do to pass the time.

Pushing herself off the wall Mitsukai would wander around for awhile. Keeping her eye out for anyone she possibly knew as she got her bearings of the place. Man this house was huge and filled with so many people. Man this teacher must be very popular to have so many people come to this thing. she thought. Either that or they were only here for the free drinks. By now she had noticed how many drunks there were at this thing. She had to wonder if there was anything else besides alcohol at this party.

Speaking of which I am actually a bit thirsty myself. she thought to herself. Yeah it would be a good idea to get something to drink but she was not a big fan of alcohol, in fact she had never once in her life got wasted and didn't plan to in such a place. Maybe there was something else around here that was non-alcoholic that she could have. Even if there wasn't it was not like one or two drinks would kill her. She had seen her relatives down tons of alcohol before they finally got tipsy, the chances were she had a very high tolerance for it.

She made her way to what she assumed to be the kitchen and took a look around. There was a lot of drinks there, not to mention a lot of people. Her feline eyes scanned over what was there. Damn there was nothing but beer, there wasn't even punch that sucked. Fuck looks like I have no choice she growled softly as she poured herself a cup. It was not the best idea to drink this here but she was thirsty and there was nothing else left.

She downed the thing quickly and was a bit surprised. She expected it to taste bad, the smell was enough that normally she would avoid such a thing but it wasn't too bad. Not like it tasted great but it was not horrible, it was different to say the least. She poured herself another cup and drunk that as well. Already she could feel her head buzzing but she assumed that was normal. Her other senses were not sluggish or dull so it was okay right? Not like she could actually get wasted so long as she didn't have more then three anyway.

After a few minutes the feeling increased. She could feel herself wobbling and she felt like shit. Everything was beginning beginning to agitate her. The music, the people, every little thing. She found herself growling at random passerby's. It really was not a good idea to come here, she should just leave and crawl back to bed.

"So there you are! I've been looking all over for YOU!" Mitsukai instantly turned around to glare at the speaker almost falling over in the process. Damn she was so drunk, why had she been foolish enough to drink? She was so stupid ><.

"What?" she growled at the boy who spoke to her. She did not recognize the guy at all, why had he been looking for her when they never met before. Man people sure were annoying, coming up and talking to her like she wanted to be their friends or something it was pissing her off. She really wished she was home. "What the hell do you want?"

It was quite obvious that this idiot had not even heard the agitation in her voice because he still stood there with a stupid grin plastered on his annoying face. His eyes looking her up and down though it was a bit hard to tell if he was looking beyond her face, she was after all much smaller than him, it would be pretty hard to look any lower than that. "Would you touch me so I can tell my friends I've been touched by an angel?"

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WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?! Mitsukai lost it completely. It was one thing for someone to hit on her, that in itself was bad enough. But to use such a pathetic pick up line as that on her? That was enough to make her go berserk.

Before the sick bastard could even move to defend himself Mitsukai threw him. RIGHT OUT A FUCKING WINDOW! The place was dead silent. Everyone was staring at the busted window and the girl who had just broke it with the unfortunate bastard who pissed her off.

Letting out a hiss of rage Mitsukai stormed out of the place. That was it she had enough she was heading home.....

~After Party~

Mitsukai groaned as the ringing from her alarm clock woke her up from her deep slumber. The girl's head was pounding like crazy as if her brain was threatening to jump out of her skull and the noise was not making things any better.

"Shut up!" She growled and literally ripped the thing from the wall as she tossed it across the room, shattering it to pieces as it smashed into the wall with a loud bang. The sudden movement only caused her stomach to flip and she curled back up underneath the covers. Argh she felt terrible! That was the last time she would ever drink again!

[narakunohana]

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[Quan Tian Meng]

Quan was at his first party. Interestingly enough Quan was invited by way of being a 259 student. Probably even more interesting was the fact that it was a retiring faculty member that was throwing the party. Quan found it amusing that the guy would have booze as well. He was sure that the guy damn well knew that students would be drinking there. He was pretty sure that was illegal, not that he cared. More drunk people meant less attention paid to him. Why was this good at a party? Well to be painfully honest Quan was not there to send the teacher off. He was there to steal. There was no point in denying it he was there to eat a meal and then make off with a few well priced valuables.
Well apparently that was going to be more difficult then he thought.

As he was roaming through the house he got caught by some wasted dude. The guy came up to him and put his arms around his shoulders and said, slurring just about every word, “Mannnnnnn yoou lookk too sober mannnnnn. Whyyyy isss thaatth? Yooou cannnn’t hooold yaaaaa liiqourrrrrr?”

“Umm, what?” Quan asked confused. Drunk people were weird to him, always were always had been. Drinking had never really been his forte because he didn’t have time or the nerve to risk not being alert and awake one hundred percent. Unless of course he was sleeping, then again he wasn’t wasted doing that either.

“DRIIIINNNNKKKINNNN CONTESSSST THEEEENNNNN.”

And so that’s how Quan found himself chugging beer next to the other guy. The crowd cheered him on as he chugged. He had to admit that the stuff didn’t taste too bad, though that wasn’t enough to continue drinking later. As the booze went down Quan started to feel lightheaded, the room started to sway ever so slightly and he felt more courageous. Who knew, liquid courage did had some truth in the name. A beer or two later the other guy passed out. The crowd roared and Quan was confused. This was supposed to be fun? This contest was kind of stupid.

He stumbled through the crowd. Yeah, whatever drunk was Quan was finding this out personally now. He wobbled through the crowd to the food with an even more stupid grin on his face. He got to the food and started putting it in his mouth and chewing, all sorts of food. Lots of it. The flavor combination was certainly interesting for some of it and hey there might have been a few solo condiments thrown in there, who knew. In no time Quan would find himself puking into a potted plant at the entrance creating a smell that would last for days. Then he would find a closet and pass out in it.

With a groan Quan would wake up the next morning with a pounding head and a mouth that tasted like, well, puke. He couldn’t quite remember where he was until he walked out of the closet. When he realized he was still at that teachers and that his head was pounding because of the booze he swore never to drink again. On the way out he would complete his original reason for coming. He walked out of there with a laptop.

[narakunohana]

Update:

Grav - 534 words
Quan - 550 words

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