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Post by Oscar Ortega on Jun 9, 2013 18:03:22 GMT -5
Oscar couldn't make it to parties on regular school days because he was busy with school and work. Gladly today he had none of that. He was also trying to get his cousin to get out of the house since he hadn't been out anywhere for quite a long time except for just work and that Thanksgiving party. Oscar was extremely responsible and he knew that he wouldn't be drinking (too much) and or taking any drugs.
When he walked inside the dorm, he only recognized a few people and he felt extremely foreign. Still, Oscar was the type to make friends easily and he was sure to find someone he could mingle with for a while. He was still hoping Mark would follow simply because he cared for his well-being.
Apparently there was going to be a game since everyone was gathering around. He looked around to see what there was to drink. What? Skittles vodka? It looked interesting so he just poured himself some of the orange flavored one - just to try it. He glanced to at the girl who looked excited about the strange booze before setting the bottle down and taking a drink of it. It wasn't so bad.
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Post by Nicholas Redfield on Jun 9, 2013 22:26:52 GMT -5
With their fathers having been business partners in the past, it was no wonder that Christian Michaels and Nicholas Redfield were friends. However, Christian preferred to associate with other people who shared the same social background as his family whereas Nick kept it a secret. Very few knew about his family and he hoped it stayed that way. He hated when others treated him differently or tried to be his friend for the money. Christian entered the dorm first, feeling very Burberry today. They were his more casual clothes and even then he looked a bit dressy for just a dorm party. He couldn't help it, though. There was no way he was leaving the house looking anything less than million bucks (sometimes literally). Right behind him was Nick in a simple white tee and jeans. He was a bit more inconspicuous about his wealth when it came to clothing. They two boys came just in time to hear Peyton's announcement to form a circle, to which they silently obliged. Elaine had gotten word that Mark was attending Esme's sister's party and decided to show up as well. She wasn't even sure which sister or if they were even sisters, but that was the least of her worries right now. Or ever, really. She knew he was trying to be strong, but a person can only be so strong. That was why she wanted to be there for him. While he may be popular at school, Elaine was certain that he wouldn't find an attentive ear or a shoulder to cry on at a party. No, he would just be surrounded by minors pressuring him to do drugs and get drunk and who knows what else he might do in his current state. ( Chris www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=85096617 Nick www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=85098270Elaine www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=85101484 )
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Poppy Baker
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Post by Poppy Baker on Jun 10, 2013 20:00:19 GMT -5
i’m such a late replier i’m sorry /siiiigh{ 2.bp.blogspot.com/-pLNG253BiLo/T5WTlu5kl0I/AAAAAAAABMA/K1CLv_IP82s/s1600/SSS+Ginta+Lapina.jpg } Poppy hadn’t attended a party recently, mostly because she had better things to do, but also because it wasn’t really appropriate to party after people had died. But now it was slightly more appropriate - and she was bored as hell - so she was jumping on the opportunity. And so was Peyton, evidently. Poppy was never quite casual in her dress, but that was mostly because her mother always told her, "always overdress. Make sure you always look better than everybody else. Unless you're going to an orgy, of course. Then you do not dress at all.” Poppy took half of that statement to heart and made sure she was Jimmy Choo as opposed to Payless. Shed a cup of the lemon flavor and took a tentative sip. e slipped into the dorm as Peyton told people to get in a circle. She was just about to slip into the circle, when she noticed Skittles vodka. Skittles vodka. ‘How in is that a good idea?’ she thought incredulously. She thought it would be far too sickly sweet and clumpy as hell since the insides were so gooey. Nevertheless, she pour ‘How in the holy hell is that delicious?’ she wondered bemusedly. ’How odd’. She didn’t hesitate to pour herself more, though. She wasn’t going to deny herself of delicious alcohol. She then snuck into the circle, cup in hand, and waited to see what Peyton was going to make them do.
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Post by Mark Daniels on Jun 10, 2013 21:46:34 GMT -5
A party did not sound really fun to Mark especially not after what had happened. He knew that Oscar was just trying to perk him up and help him heal from all that he saw and went through. It seemed he was convincing but because Mark trusted Oscar to make sure that nothing was going to happen to him. That he would stop him from looking like a crazy fool or from drinking more than the needed.
It was tempting to not drink a whole bottle of that Skittles vodka. However, he kept himself from doing it. Maybe his will power would get him through the night or perhaps not? Mark was still young enough to be foreign to his feelings. He wanted to think the best of himself but with cousin like Oscar, who really thought that?
So this was a kissing party? Great.
Mark had no desire to participate but then he noticed that Elaine was there. What was she doing at a party like this? Whatever the case he figured that it was for her own choice and it was none of his business.
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Post by Skylar Carlli on Jun 10, 2013 22:19:44 GMT -5
He sat down in the circle, and to be honest he had never played spin the bottle before, so this seemed fun. Or not. Skylar decided to be the first one to spin the bottle because he wanted to get it over with, he hoped that it wasn’t a guy, because that would he awkward. He really didn’t want to end up getting drunk and naked, because he kept refusing the kisses, well that and everyone would probably call him a wimp. So he spun the bottle, he was a little bit saddened to find out it was Mark. Not that Mark was a bad guy or anything he just really didn’t want to kiss him.
He wasn’t sure what to do. He really didn’t want to wimp out yet so, he leaned over and gave mark a quick peck.
Well that was awkward
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Post by Mark Daniels on Jun 10, 2013 22:32:21 GMT -5
Alright, so Mark had decided to participate once he sat down in the circle of people. He honestly thought that the first spin was not going to be him. However, he was very, very absolutely wrong. Not only was the first spin pointing to him but it was Skylar the one who was supposed to kiss him.
Mark never in his life had kissed a guy and Skylar probably had never either. Of course this was going to be awkward but Mark was praying that he would chicken out but when he saw him coming at him, he knew that wasn't the case. He closed his eyes as tightly as possible, he didn't pucker up and just allowed him to put his lips against his.
It didn't last long which was good for the both of them. Mark didn't want Skylar to feel like he'd done something bad so he didn't make a face but he didn't smile either. He just nodded and took the bottle before spinning it. Mark was hoping it landed on someone who wouldn't judge him because he'd blush like crazy and he was also hoping that it didn't land on his cousin because he would definitely have to pass on that.
He sighed in relief when it landed on Eleanor. Wait, Elle was Ingrid's little sister. He approached her and shrugged slightly before tilting his head and planting a soft kiss on her smoocher. She was probably going to tell Ingrid about this. Oh well, he brushed his nose slightly before settling back to his spot.
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Eleanor Sinclair
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Post by Eleanor Sinclair on Jun 10, 2013 22:41:56 GMT -5
The last person that Eleanor ever expected to kiss was Mark Armando Daniels. She really only saw him as her sister, Ingrid's best friend slash occasionally her son. Wouldn't this be basically incest? Whatever, it wasn't like Ingrid ever had to find out! Luckily for her, the kiss didn't end up lasting long and she actually wasn't too terribly offended.
Had anyone ever told him that he wasn't a half bad kisser? "Ingrid is going to be pissed, Mark." She teased as she reached to spin the bottle. How could she get anyone more awkward than Mark, right? She didn't really know anyone here aside from Mark well enough to feel one way or another about them. The bottle landing on Geronimo was certainly unexpected - she'd heard about him from Esme. Part of her wanted to chicken out of this whole thing and just take off a piece of clothing but the other part really didn't want to be the first person who refused and had to remove an article of clothing.
She was never a really promiscuous girl so the idea of kissing a random boy both excited and scared her especially as she got closer to his lips. It was like a surge of confidence had came over her body as she slowly slipped her tongue into his mouth.. What was the harm in being the first to do something daring? She ended up getting a high five from Peyton but that was probably just because she wanted to make out with Geronimo next... Boy was a fine piece of ass.
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Post by Geronimo Oakley on Jun 10, 2013 22:53:42 GMT -5
Geronimo raised his eyebrows in interest when he felt Eleanor's tongue slip into his mouth, wasn't this only their first spin? Oh well, not like he thought it really mattered, chick was a good kisser, and was fine as hell to look at, so he couldn't complain.
Eagerly leaning over to spin the bottle for his next turn, he was silently hoping to spin the girl again, just to continue where they left off -- but his heart ultimately stopped when it landed on Christian. His eyes shifted up to meet the guy's and he laughed nervously, sitting up and scratching the back of his head, "I, uh," he shook his head, "you're a really good looking guy and all," he cocked his head to the side, "but I'm gonna... have to... pass."
Immediately he kicked the red Vans off of his feet and reached over to the table for a shot, doing a sign of the cross before tilting his head back and taking it, setting the shot glass down and waiting for the next person to go.
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Post by Nicholas Redfield on Jun 10, 2013 23:16:23 GMT -5
With a smirk, Christian gave an amused "hmph" at Geronimo's wise decision to pass. Had things gone differently, he might've just slipped a Benjamin or two into the boy's pocket. Hundred dollar bills never hurt anybody. Christian wasn't a prude, he just didn't swing that way and while there were guys who weren't gay but could still kiss other guys, it just didn't float his boat. Plus, who knows where the boy's mouth has been? Sure Eleanor was a cute chick, but up until tonight, Geronimo could've done anything.
Christian leaned forward to spin the bottle, anticipating where it would land. The guys didn't seem to be having as much luck as the girls and he silently hoped it would be different for him. The outcome was not a girl nor a boy, but himself. His relief only last a mere second because now he would have to spin again.
"Mm," he smiled when the bottle pointed to the one and only Poppy Baker. The odds were most definitely in his favor tonight. Christian moved towards her, supporting his weight on one hand and tilting his head to capture her lips with his. The kiss was a little longer than the previous kisses and he even tugged at her bottom lip as he pulled away. "Your turn," he said quietly.
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Poppy Baker
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Post by Poppy Baker on Jun 11, 2013 0:02:38 GMT -5
Poppy let out the smallest sigh when the bottle landed on her. She could kiss Christian any day she wanted, but she wasn't angry (she was always glad to get some of that). Poppy almost slipped him the tongue, but she figured that might come off as unclassy, and well, nobody wanted that. So, she settled on taking Christian's scarf from his neck and putting it around her own, smiling almost coyly. If he wasn't going to pussy out and undress himself, then she sure as hell would. She moved back to her seat, picked up the bottle and spun it. Peyton? She flicked her eyebrows up, but obliged and crawled over. Peyton was pretty hot, she couldn't deny that, but she only gave her a peck on the lips. She had no clue how she'd take anything else, so she was playing it safe.
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