Party! | Rolton

[rosie]

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I'll be back later, were the words that Rosie had left her Aunt and Uncle with that night before she left the house. How much later, she didn't know. Whether she'd even return the same day, she wasn't certain. All she knew when she left the house was that she was going to a party in the city, and she was going to have a good time.

Who's party it wasn't she wasn't 100% sure. There had been an invite pop up on her Facebook page earlier that day, and she'd decided to go on a whim. It had been ages since she last had some fun, and she really needed a break from her Aunt and Uncle. There was a 50% chance that the invite hadn't even been for her, but when she got to the party no one seemed to care who she was anyway.

Rosie was welcomed in to the apartment with open arms, a bottle of alcohol shoved in her hand before she even had chance to take off her jacket. It was nice to see there was no one she recognized, just the way she liked it. Before long she was dancing along to the music, her long brown hair had bounced free of it's messy bun and was tumbling down her shoulders. Eyes closed she just danced around, a smile on her face. The music helped her forget, and the alcohol only helped. It felt good.

[Dalton Boyd]

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When Dalton got to the party, he was pleasantly surprised by the turnout. Walking straight through the door without knocking (who would notice if the music was up so loud?) he knew right away what kind of night it would be. The alcohol was being passed around like it was free (and, for all intents and purposes, it was free - for him, not the host) and the DJ was playing crappy, popular dance songs - perfect. Because it was a party in the city, he expected city kids - and they didn't disappoint. City girls knew how to dress slutty and look sexy, and the city guys were all slobbering drunk after ten minutes - that left him some chances to at least score a date - or more.

As he passed a coat rack, Dalton shrugged out of his jacket and put it up on the hanger, leaving him in a nice pair of paints, crisp white shirt, black tie and black vest. He had been "suited up" for work, and decided to leave it that way for the party. If he knew girls, the man in the suit was always more appealing than the drunk kid in khakis and a Hollister shirt. It wasn't like he was partying to score, tonight, but he didn't want to make himself a bad reputation in the city. As he walked, beer in hand, towards the dance floor, he got a few jealous looks from guys and very interested double-takes from various women. Winking at a few, he spotted a girl near the corner of the dance floor. She was dancing like she didn't have a care in the world, her reddish-brown hair flying and a smile across her lips. He walked over to her, admiring the fact that she wasn't aimlessly grinding against other guys. She looked respectable, nice, like the kind of girl he'd hang out with.

"Hey," he said, for lack of anything better to say. Every conversation had to start with a simple hello! "May I dance with you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and cracking a smile as he attempted the classic disco move, moving his finger from his hip to the air while swaying. Everyone knew it was disco - and ridiculous. He was hoping to get a laugh.

[rosie]

Rosie had sensed someone walking towards her, so by the time he had said 'Hey', her eyes were open, and her smile gone. It wasn't like she hated being approached by guys, in fact, she loved it. It was more the fact she hadn't been expecting it, not tonight, with so many slutty city chicks hanging around. Surely they were more this guys type than she was?

It was a struggle to keep a straight face when he did the disco move. Rosie cracked a smile, 'Yeah sure', she yelled over the music, and did her own rendition of the classic dance move. Of course, she looked ridiculous, but so had he. Taking a swig of her drink Rosie started dancing again, well, it was more swaying side to side now, just standing in front if the guy, who's name she didn't know yet.

'What's your name?', she asked, standing on her tip-toes do she could be closer to his ear.

[Dalton Boyd]

Smiling at the girl, he grinned and chuckled a little at her disco attempt. In all honesty, it looked better when she did it. "You're a pro," he said over the loud tunes. Smiling, he noticed just how nice her hazel eyes were. She had the perfect facial features - she had beauty. He was the kind of guy who normally went for the sluts, who had that bad ass look when he drank a beer, who played it off like he didn't care... but this girl was nice. She had something every other city girl didn't have - she had charm, and a smile that could light up the room. That was what he first saw when she was dancing, what drew him in. She had beauty and class instead of a short skirt and low top like the other girls in the room.

"Bender," he said in response to her question, throwing out a nickname. "Like that guy from the Breakfast Club," he added, hoping she'd get the reference. Sure, most of the other girls wouldn't get it, but she looked like... someone who would. Smiling, he held out his hand to shake hers. "What's your name?"

[rosie]

Bender, what an odd name, even if it was a Breakfast Club character, that couldn't be his real name could it? Even though Rosie loved the movie, she had thought of the Futurama character first of all. Though she wasn't going to admit this to him.

'I love that movie', Rosie smiled, 'My name's Rosie', she added, reaching out to shake his hand. When their hands met she felt butterflies in her stomach, and her cheeks flushed instantly. Thanks to the low lighting her pink cheeks would probably stay un-noticed. As they were shaking hands the music changed, a remixed version of 'Call me maybe', was now blasting out all around them.

'Oh, wow, we just gotta dance to this!', Rose laughed, holding on to Benders hand she led him to the middle of the dance floor, hoping he'd get that she was doing this ironically.

[Dalton Boyd]

Rosie - how pretty. Laughing as she dragged him onto the dance floor, he grinned. As the song turned to the chorus he pulled a stony expression and put his hand up to his ear, pretending it was a phone. "Call me maybe," he mouthed, then blew her a kiss and gave her a wink. Laughing, he reached out and took both of her hands in his, moving back and forth with her. "I really don't know how to dance," he informed her with a grin.

[rosie]

'I would've never guessed', Rosie joked, raising an eyebrow at him as she moved along with his 'dancing'. When bed blown a kiss as her the colour of her cheeks had only deepened, which was embarrassing for her. Still, she could always blame it on the alcohol, were he to point it out. As the song went on Rosie made up some crazy dance moves, miming the song at Bender pretty much the whole way through. By the end if it she was laughing pretty hard as she made it over to a table full if drinks.

'Well, that was interesting', she grinned, picking up a bottle of blue liquid and examining the label. Apparently it was blue raspberry flavoured, but it looked and smelt like nail polish remover. Rosie put it down and opted for a safer looking red drink.

[Dalton Boyd]

Dalton smiled and laughed along with her. The red blush that creeped along her cheek bones made him smile. She looked so sweet and innocent when she blushed. After the song, he picked up his drink and took another swig, feeling the buzz already. Hesitantly, he reached out and put a hand on her waist, tracing a vertical line down to her hip. Raising his eyebrows suggestively, he smirked. "So, are you going to call me, maybe?" He asked, realizing just how brash he was being. Oh well, blame it on the alcohol, right? He let his hand on her hip for a moment, waiting for her to tell him to move. he had no clue how she'd take this.

[rosie]

When Dalton put his hands on her Rosie didn't know how to react. Part of her wanted to back away, maybe even leave the party. The other half, the more rebellious half definitely wanted to say. After a moments hesitation she smirked up at him and stood on her tip-toes so he could hear her say, 'Definitely, but I hope this doesn't mean you're leaving'.
Rosie looked up at him, hoping he got that she was kind of joking.