Mistaken Identity (Mischa/Semi-Open)

[Jayr Byrne]

Drunken Mishaps

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She'd muse with a faint grimace smelling the substance curl over the snapped lid. In the boy's hand he clutched a bottle of Captain Morgan, a wide smile on his features pouring himself a glass and twirling it with his free hand.

"You're at a Party Jayr might as well enjoy yourself."

A swig and he'd grimace himself at the sharp taste of it before a brisk and refreshing 'Ahh'. Jayr scrunched up her nose in displeasure but stayed her position.

"I'll have you know I can be fun without alcohol."

Crossed arms and an upturned smug grin looking down on Archie for but a moment before the charming grin gave in.

"Okay maybe just a sip."[/ul]

[Mischa Badoer]

"Don't cock block me!"

Mischa would furrow her brows as she glanced away from the tv to the muscular Italian man geared and ready to party. "Those places aren't really my scene... Besides.. You look like a guido.. I'm sure you don't need my help getting cock blocked."

She would snort in laughter as she looked back to the screen and returned to her video games. He would shake his head before walking over to Mischa and slinging her onto his shoulder.

"Nuuuuuu! Let me pause!! Let me pause or there is no chance I will go!" he would grab her controller and do it for her with a victorious smile. "Vito...?"

He laughed away as he plopped her on her bed and opened up her closet. "Yes?" he started tossing some nice clothes that screamed "I wanna get drunk" buy at the same time was not slutty...

"You owe me."

"Ya ya sure sure... Now get dressed and let's go get me some hot ass!" she would roll her eyes as she took off her shirt. She wasnt concerned dressing infront of him due to the fact he was helping himself in her coke....

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She had her water bottle full of all sorts of hard liquor. She had some pot that may or may not have been laced with cocaine... But no one but her and Vito had to know. Mischa was at a fire that had been built... While Vito walked over to a rather attractive brunette... Who, in Mischa's mind, was too young for him.

"Hey sexy." he would say in his charming voice.. Though all signs of charm diminished from his choice in words. Mischa would roll her eyes once again and intervene saving the girl... She would feel too guilty of she didn't save just one. "Vito... Out of your legue." he didn't get mad, he took it as a challenge to see if he can find someone to top her... Though chances are he won't."sorry.. He forgot his manners at home along with the rest of his brain." she would laugh. "Well I shall let you return to what ever you were doing" she would smile and give a small wave before finding a log to sit on.

[Jayr Byrne]

My Heroine

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Another voice drew her gaze from a small brunette. She couldn't discenrn people too well at this point but the bubbliness in her seemed to increase, a long drawn out smile across her face feeling giddy but holding back speech and afraid to sound stupid.

"sorry.. He forgot his manners at home along with the rest of his brain." she would laugh. "Well I shall let you return to what ever you were doing"

"Its 'K' thanks."

She would say with a ditzy sort of grin leaning deeper into the sand and massaging it briefly with a limp limb. A deep breath and the slow realization that this girl had been looking out for her. Archie was long gone at this point chasing some skirt and leaving Jayr to her search back to sobriety.

"Phew."

An exhasperrated sigh as she'd get herself upright and moving across the sand feeling her body waver with each step slowly before stopping. Looking once back and forth to find her body heavy.

"I think I owe you but don't know where to start..."

A smooth giggle rolling out of her throat before feeling the sudden lapse of balance and falling forward, stammering to catch herself.[/ul]

[Mischa Badoer]

"I think I owe you but don't know where to start..."

Mischa would look up from her bottle to see the girl she had "saved" earlier. Her voice added to the beauty some how... It just worked. Though it just registered in her mind that she was actually talking to her. Mischa's eyes would widen as she brought the bottle to her mouth. She didn't know what to say... She could just play it cool... Though that is hard for the Italian.

"It's fine really... He is a great guy... But just a skeeze at times..." she would smile. "But... I guess you could start by keeping me some company... He is on a mission... she would offer with a nervous smile and a small shrug of her shoulders. If not there was no loss.. But if she did she could try her hand at a new friendship?!?!

[Jayr Byrne]

Directionless Gaze

[/color] she would smile. "But... I guess you could start by keeping me some company... He is on a mission...

She wasn't all too sure about the former but of course she'd heard worse and passed the motion aside albeit only momentarily, again in her current haze the judgement to ignore him and rather punch him was somewhat alluring. Rolling her head off to the side once more feeling the brisk aloofness she'd watch his "predator-like" approach to the party scene someone finding herself forming a smirk from cheek to cheek. Her hand careening up to her chin as her pinky pressed her bottom lip.

"Like a pup circling the couch."

Another giggle turning back all too fast for her current state catching eyes with the girl briefly feeling bashful. Her hand exerted outwards from there careening down from the base of her lip.

"I'm Jayr."

It'd been awhile since she'd met someone new. School was mostly over and the need for approval from peers seemed all the more attractive.[/ul]

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa smiled at the joke.

Hells no she didn't get it... But she would pretend for the sake of her intelligence...

Mischa would state at the girl's hand as it drew attention to her lips. Man this girl looked familiar... She would pry her gaze free from that inviting mouth and to her alluring eyes. Hmm may appear there was not a single flaw she could focus on... She needed a flaw at this moment so she could feel more comfortable talking to her... Mischa had plenty and it would make her feel better of the girl wasn't so damn perfect.

"Mischa." the pot had calmed her some so she wasn't going off on a whole spiel that would have been completely unnecessary... That and she was trying her hardest to not look like an idiot... As said she prefered to hide her flaws. Mischa would pat on the log to give the girl recognition of a seat. Mischa would then down another gulp or two of her drink before she would carry on OPORAISHUN; IMPRESS! That is if Jayr had taken the seat. "So... This party... Total drag or what?" she would try and say it loud enough to be heard over the obnoxiously loud stereo. It was nothing but a bunch of drunk teens looking for a hookup or a buzz... Mischa would have rathered to stay home.

[Jayr Byrne]

Innocence be Bliss

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Cute name, it was refreshing to note someone who stood out with as strange if not more so a name than her own. A figiting smirk as Jayr fell into the seat that was offered a brisk sense of control and grace to her motions although feeling like a total clutz bobbling about this party scene like a pin ball machine. She took this time to get a grasp of her position, hands settling in to nestle along her thighs giving them a quick pat to make sure they were still there beneath her and ready when needed should this turn into a total bust of a scenario.

"So... This party... Total drag or what?"

Jayr would make an effort to laugh though a confused and dazed expression would be plastered all over her features, far as she could tell this place was hip, cool, and any other synonym for the sort of shenanigans they'd be privy to experience tonight.

"I wouldn't know, first party."

A slight shy grin as she chewed at the nail of her index finger adjusting momentarily in the seat to hide her discomfort for the moment. She'd always been a bad liar and it was often a better choice to lead with the truth then be found out.[/ul]

[Mischa Badoer]

Everything this girl did was just adorable. Mischa would squint so she could focus in better.. It would have appeared the liquor was truly getting to her... That and she was trying to pass off the squinting as an "I don't believe it" expression.

"huh? Really? You seem like you would be popular enough..." it was cool, in her opinion, that Jayr hadn't been to mny parties... Or in this case, none. She could have sworn everyone these days were into it. If Mischa hadn't been brought up in a Herod life style where conversing with her own dad could be considered illegal... She would have prefered to just stay at home. He'll, she does prefer to do just that... But it's that monkey on her back looking for more substance to be consumed.

Mischa would smile and point in the direction of Vito who seemed to be flirting with an emo boy and clearly mistaking him as a girl. "Well consider yourself lucky.. I rescued you from your first party regret.". She would laugh and lean in a little more to get a better ear shot. "So what made you come to this one?"

[Jayr Byrne]

Small Talk

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She'd silently shrug it off, as much as popularity wasn't the problem voicing that she felt was wrong of her. It was merely more so a measure of her being so closed off to what was new. If there was anything she'd learned here in California it was that she didn't understand people well enough to make conscious decisions for them.

Jayr would take a calm and collected sip from her red cup making sure that it was slow and overt. More for the show that she wasn't slowing rather than the show that she could take a measure more.

"Well consider yourself lucky.. I rescued you from your first party regret.".

She'd grin, lips forming smoothly over the rim of the cup before eyes met with the former male having hit on her and now moved prospects onto a boy with emo cut hair. A snort of laughter making her spill some of the drink she'd been putting back forward over the sand. A quick panicked cough and the placement of her hand to her lips as she proceeded to calm herself down, the momentary wheezing throwing off the laughter that followed.

"So what made you come to this one?"

"I just needed a distraction I guess."

Jayr would innocently shrug fixing her hair with a delicate hand upwards peeling back the momentary strand fallen over her eyes. She'd play with it there for a second feeling the texture change and asphyxiate her glance for a moment.

"I mean its not like I've been avoiding this or anything."

A defensive puff of her chest jutting the motion more for her own confidence than to set mischa at ease.[/ul]

[Mischa Badoer]

The drink being spilled was not to be blamed on Mischa this time... Bout friggen time. She would smile, but not make it a huge ordeal by trying to help her knowing full well how embarrassing it could feel when getting "help" after a fuck up.

Mischa would turn her head so she could hear the girl better. Man, she felt def... Though in her defense most people are incoherent when drunk... So add on the loud music as well as years of explosions and gun shots. Nope... Concerts weren't the cause of this teen's hearing loss.

"Something tells me getting fucked up isn't the best distraction..." she would smile until a boy would come up to them... He would try to curtsy in Jayr's direction... But then fail and tumble over and into a throng of people. Oh well... Guys shouldn't curtsy to try and impress a lady anyway... Especially inebriated. "that might be the 'something'?" she would let out that small snort that would cause her so much embarrassment. Her cheeks would flush red as she looked back at her bottle. "but in all seriousness... If you're at this beach you don't want to drink... You have to walk around it... It's got some pretty impressive views if I do say so myself." one could say Mischa was trying her hand at being that mentor and trying to subtly steer the girl away from a life that was nothing but smoke and mirrors.

[Jayr Byrne]

A walk

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She couldn't help but to agree as far as that was working out, only the wriled and jumbled thoughts seemed to return to the corners of her mind. A memory here and there instructing her that there was a thesis to be turned in, a final paper to write, and of course college letters to send out. The subtle panic seemed shirked away with another sip if but only momentarily.

Enough of a panic however to not incline her hues to the boy making attempts at 'courting' her attention with a chivilric curtsy. She barely even noted the stumbling until someone else made a big deal about it.

"that might be the 'something'?"

She'd note Mischa's remarks with a stark laughter, "What watching people make idiots of themselves? Hardly a long term endeavor."

Soft pressed the drink to her lips again feeling the rum slowly channel down her throat first cold to the touch and then arcing into a warm fervor that raced across her skin.

"but in all seriousness... If you're at this beach you don't want to drink... You have to walk around it... It's got some pretty impressive views if I do say so myself."

A curious inclination of her brow turning momentarily to Mischa with a wide drawn smile and brimmed smile racing across her face. Wild eyed with the chance at some sort of excitement her luminous hues looking down the path ways lit only with starlight and the opportunistic bonfire here and there. An occasional flicker on the hillside of houselights although fleeting still painted a scene of the beach highlighted only by moonlight.

"You'll have to point them out to me, k'mon."

A hasty effort to stand as Jayr felt her legs shift beneath her uncoordinated as never before, once again finding her feet and smiling like the wild eyed child she had now become. Her free hand nudging to Mischa to take off with her on this notion of momentary aloofness.[/ul]

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa shook her head in realization she had given the girl an invitation. Of course she had meant the walk as a hypothetical thing... She used the beach as an example as to what could be done other than killing brain cells... Though the girl had seemed to be a little more excited than expected so of course that in turn brought out her own inner most child( though with Mischa it wasn't a hard feat at all)

She would slowly get up knowing full well that when you stand up for the first time after your alcohol had contaminated your blood... You will get hit in the face with the surprise "you're drinker than you though". She would teeter back and forth slightly before gaining as much balance as she could as she looked back at Vito... Who was now sucking face with a morbidly obese woman.

Poor girl.

Noe knowing he was full on ready to ditch; Mischa would set forth on their journey. This beach Mischa had gone to only a couple times since living here. After all she lived on a beach so she didn't feel it necessary to come to this one... But as she moved back she hadn't had that old home so this was her new visit spot.

Mischa would head off and would make sure Jayr was following by slowing her pace to match hers... That and Mischa shouldn't be trusted walking at a fast pace with this much liquor and in this poor lighting. The loud cheers were gettig quieter and the waves were taking over the air as Mischa removed her flip flops. She was tripping on them too much. "See?" Mischa would point to the homes across the water. The lights had a dim glow yet they managed to light up the water in a somewhat glittery manner and the moon just so happened to accent the beauty. "Humph... Learn something new everyday... This view is better at night... I haven't been here at night yet..." Mischa's eyes were so transfixed on the sky as she walked she didn't pay attention to the awkwardly shaped rock she was... Did step on.

The shock of the pain it caused forced her to loose her balance... Surprise surprise... Though a moment in there some where she could have sworn she almost caught balance... Wishful thinking... Instead she face planted in the sand. She rolled over... Now laying on her back. "Frig... There goes my pride... The moon is even smiling at me... The ass hole!" she would joke in that drunken slur. She would then sit up suddenly with good idea. "OH! It's a full moon! You know what they say about them? The make any glint of magic in you glow... I think it's a crock of shit... But hey... Let me see if I can tell you your future!" she was trying her best to sound assuring. She would pat on the sand in front of her as she crossed her legs. "Sit down and give me your hand."

[Jayr Byrne]

A glimpse at the dark

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"You don't say."

A concealed giggle as Jayr covered her lips with the brim of the red cup, still milking it as though if finished she'd fall into a comatose state. Her cautious steps making idle fidgeting in the sand before pressing her weight into them. As she'd never had this much to drink and still learning her limitations she was exceptionally precautious not to make a fool of herself.

"Oop!"

A gesture made to help stop Mischa from falling only leaving Jayr the opportunity to stumble herself only catching herself on a slight weave, her secondary foot coming up just beneath her and catching a quick knee to the lower rib.

"OH! It's a full moon! You know what they say about them? The make any glint of magic in you glow... I think it's a crock of shit... But hey... Let me see if I can tell you your future!"

She'd never heard that much, however was inclined to believe in 11:11 and the knock on wood principles, what made this notion any different if not ineffectual?

"Sit down and give me your hand."

She'd do just that, feeling quite complacent not to mention overly happy she felt a giddiness rile up inside her excited to see some sort of magic trick or extension of her future and a hesitant fear of her past.

"Mkies."

A quick bubbly response settling her hands in pace, her position knelt down on her knees buried in the sand as her toes wiggled fervently for a position where the coldness of the water washing in beneath them would not touch the warmth of the sand still radiant from the day before.

"What now?"

She'd bounce impatiently with a stupid grin.[/ul]

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa would smile... Almost feeling guilty that the girl was so gullablr and she was taking advantage of it.

Almost.

Mischa would grab the girl's hand with her left... The the would be placed in Jayr's palm as her hand would cup the bottom of hers.

"Hmmmm interesting.... Ah huh..." Mischa would run her thumb along the lines of her palm then stoping short when she was about to explain why each wrinkle meant. "I'm pretty sure that means you will have a nice house... And that this is you backyard.... And this? This appears to beeee..." Mischa would then slap a handful of seaweed into her palm "Your garden!" yes Mischa was immature... She found pleasures in acting like a child... But for Jayr's sake... Let's just say she was lucky Mischa didn't go the "this is your pool" route.

Mischa would stop laughing and put on a stern expression to try to pull off being serious... Then her eyes would shift back and forth as she tried playing off being completely innocent.

[Jayr Byrne]

Fun & Games

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"What!?"

She'd exclaim excitably, stature immediately heightened and her body thrust forward to tower over their position. If it were daylight she'd be casting a shadow over the already dampened area.

"I'm pretty sure that means you will have a nice house... And that this is you backyard.... And this? This appears to beeee...Your garden!" y

"EWWWW!!!"

A wild squeal as Jayr recoiled her palms thrusting the seaweed away into the air behind her, the hands almost immediately clutching her shoulders crossed her chest in a defensive gesture. The recoiling frame nearly doubled her over if not crouched, but she'd begin to glower at her with an expression of infantile judgement.

"That's gross Misca."

She hesitated but forced a prominent laugh after.[/ul]