-A room thats filled with a big screen T.V. and a pool table and very good stereo system.Plus the spiral staircase that leads to the Outlook and the front door can be found here.-

A party at a huge house- sounded like heaven. So ignoring the fact that it was supposed to be a pre-prom party and she was only a freshman and not planning on going to prom. No, she wasn't exactly the prom type and she had a feeling that even if she did ever go, she'd probably go in with her date, spike the punch, then go back out to the car and spend prom doing more of a horizontal dance instead. Ah, the memories this messed up girl was making. What happened to the days when playing on a playground was enough to completely satisfy her need for fun?

Now, unless a social event included sexy guys and alcohol, it was deemed unworthy by the fifteen-year-old. When she was alone, however, or with her sister, she had other interests. She just didn't show them to others because she just felt that it would make her feel vulnerable or something. Actually, it was more than that but not many could understand the twisted thoughts of Alex.

Pulling up to the driveway of the house, Alex grinned over at her twin sister and said, "Alright, I say we have a game. To see how many guys we could get in one night." She raised one eyebrow and pursed her lips, looking competative then grinned again. She got out of the car and put her keys in her purse. She didn't even actually have her license, just her learner's permit, but that didn't stop her from driving around. Hell, this was just one more little thing that she could get arrested for doing on a regular basis so it didn't really scare her.

Sophomore's without invitation. God, that title sounded so good to the form of person that was Addison Ashcroft. He walked along the streets alone in the silnce of night, his parents giving him an evil look as he asked for some money to go to Late Night SchoolClub. Man, talk about gullible. He chuckled to himself slightly as he rummaged in his pocket. Retrieving a packet of cigarettes, he picked one out of the cardboard packaging and jammed one between his lips. With a schnick sound, an orange flame leapt up in front of him. A small sound like burning paper announced the cigarette was lit.

Taking a large drag, he exhaled a few smoke rings before watching the rest crawl into the night sky in a quick fashion. The moonlight was banished by the light of the various street lamps and the silence was split by the sudden loud sound of music echoing from the street end. The party. Why would a Class B, Sophomore Rebel not be caught defying the rules. Why would he stay nice and safe in his lounge with his parents withering glares locked onto his face? He wouldn't, and so, here he was.

Walking across the neighbours lawn and hopping over the high fence. Addison landed in full view of everyone but no-one payed attention. Several people from his school, most he didn't recognise danced in droves. He smiled to himself at his own rebeliousness and set foot forward into the chaos...

Mischa, naturally, loved parties. Maybe it was just in her nature, or maybe it was something else, but you could definetely guarentee that she was going to be at this party at Corner's house. At first she hadn't actually planned on going, hadn't really thought about going to prom at all to be honest, but one day her and Zeke were talking and neither of them had dates or anything, so they decided to go together. It was a just friends thing, obviously, as her and Zeke would never happen. Definetely not. They were far too close to let anything romantic happen between the two of them.
That was obvious by the fact that she showed up to the party without him by her side. Infact, she had called him to let him know when she'd be at the party so they could hang out there, but that was about it. They weren't a couple, so they didn't have to be everywhere together. That would be terribly lame, to be honest. Mischa had a few boyfriends in the past, and each and every one of them was a possessive relationship. Atleast on the boys part. That's why seh didn't date much. She didn't exactly sleep around either, obviously, because she wasn't knocked up or full of STD's, but she just prefered to have fun instead of be in any kind of a serious relationship. Screw that.

She walked to the party, didn't bother with driving. The house wasn't that far from where she lived, so it was easy to get there. She knew that night she was most likely going to get loaded, definetely, and driviing to the party would have been stupid. She wasn't going to drive drunk, nor was she going to sleep in the car. She would just walk home, get a cab, or pass out here. That was the plan, atleast.
She walked up to the house, and pushed open the front door without a lock engaged on it, as many guessts were obviously planned to show up so yeah. She smiled to herself as she saw how many people were there, and hoped to god that she'd see someone to hang out with. The worst thing was getting drunk on ones own, to be honest. Mishca wasn't much a fan of it. She looked around, didn't see anyone at first, but just headed into the madness, looking for an alcohol supply.

Wandering down from the top of the stairs, Hayden had been watching the people come and go and watched them leave again with people... more or less the guys leaving weith the overly drunk girlfriend.

Continuing her watching, and sipping her drink, which consisted of watermelon syrup, vodka, and red bull, Hayden spotted a familiar brunette head, and twiggy body. "MIMI!!" she shouted, walking down the stairs, her bare feet almost slipping on the marble stairs. "MIMIIIII" she shouted again.

Mischa was heading across the living room when she heard a voice to above, and she looked around a little cluelessly, though something in her head clicked that voice with a person, and the second that she saw Hayden running down the stairs, she grinned to herself. The girl appeared to be rather drunk, obvious by her slipping on the floor, and by her bare feet. And by those screams of her.

Mischa laughed to herself, shook her head a little, and pushed through the crowd of people over towards the stairs, and when Hayden had gotten to the bottom of the steps, she embraced her friend in a tight hug, grinning and practically squeezing the light out of her. She was rather affectionate like that at times, well, all of the time. She just rather enjoyed hugs, thank you very much. "What you got there?" she asked as she pulled out of the hug, pointing to her friends drink. It looked yummy, whatever it was. But anything with alcohol was damn lovely, atleast in Mischa's opinion.

"Uhm, maybe an hour ago... or so." Hayden said, taking another sip of her drink. Minus the fact that she had already started the party with her brohter at her house, with a few drinks of their own, Hayden was only on her third drink here... maybe her sixth of the night though. She grinned at Mischa, "So, Mimi, why are you getting here so late? Hm? Normally your here when the party starts, not when its already been going on for about an hour...." she grinned to herself. ONe thing about Hayden being drunk, was the fact that she was an obscenly hyper, and talkative girl. Or, well, her usual self. She was a comedic drunk.. and an occasional stupid person too.

"Haydee!! Where is everyone we know? Are we like crazy early or is everyone just hella lame and not into parties anymore?"

The girl's voice echoed across the large, living room, turning what few heads she actually cared about at the party already. Ali was just a loud person. She couldn't help it. She'd found the invitation to the party in the halls at school and figured there would be people she knew there. Plus, it was another opportunity for recreational drug use. Speaking of which, she'd already done a few lines and was hyper and ready to party.

A soft, pale marine blue vintage t-shirt clung to her thin frame, and she wore a short, black Juicy Cotoure miniskirt, a Betsy johnson black bead and lace choker, and Gucci stiletto pumps. She looked cute and yet sexy, which was of course the point. She'd dressed casually, but not too much so. At these parties her clothes tended to remove themselves rather quickly anyways. It was rather annoying. She'd lost a $1200 dress at a homecoming party her sophmore year. She'd been SO pissed.

But now she was here with Haydee, and she was coked up and she was ready to party. And maaaybe have some fun. She walked up to Hayden and gave her a massive hug before noticing the girl next to her. Her face didn't look familiar but then agai their school did have a lot of pretty brunettes so maybe she just didn't know her by name. "Oh sorry. I'm Alizee, or Zee or Ali or AJ, just depending on who you talk to." she told the girl, extending a hand.

Well, Ephram had finally made it to the party. Ali said she'd meet up with him, and Eph hadn't asked Riley if he was comming. Ri was all over Anna-Bee anyway, so he didn't think to ask. This house was gorgeous though, way too big for his tastes, but what did that matter to Corner and Coredelia? Which were some odd names in Ephram's opinion, but his wasn't all that normall either. Ephy looked around the room, and he say Mischa. "MISH!" He yelled, and he ran over to her, wrapped her arms around her.

It probably ruined the conversation she was having, but Ephram liked to greet those he knew with large enthusiasum, but then he'd shrink back into his shy hole if he didn't know anyone else in the circle. That was just who he was, that that probably wouldn't ever change. He let her go and looked to the other people in the group and gave them a small grin, "Hi Hayden." He greeted her, knowing who she was, but the other girl was beyond him, "Hello." He then shyly said to Alizee, and he poked Mischa in the side.

Zee observed the boy who so cluelessly burst into the group with interest. Clearly, he regretted his outburst which was, in Zee's opinion, afuckingdorable. He was cute. Like a teddybear. Or a dog that was kicked too much. Which wasn't adorable exactly..but whatever.

Whatever it was, it made her want to hug him. Which, due perhaps to the alcohol in her system, she promptly did. "There. I'm Ali. Don't look so shy. We won't bite. Until many drinks later." she told him, smiling brightly.

Mischa grinned a little at Hayden's comment. It was true, she was usually the first one at a party, and she really had no excuse as to why she was 'late' considered by some. She had just lost track of time, she supposed, but that was quite alright. It was better to get their fashionably late than unfashionably early, that's what she liked to say. Well, more think than say but you gather the point, don't you? Of course.
When some girl bounced over to Hayden, Mischa arched a brow slightly though a look to the girl gave some sort of familiarity with the face. None that really shouted out 'BFFL' of course, well, not to her, but probably someone she'd met time to time before but never got all that close to. There were a lot of people like that in her life, but she was completley fine with it. She had a select few best friends, and she was quite happy with them. If a few other people came into her life, then so be it. She was quite happy with that aswell.
"Mischa," she said to the introduction, "But you can call me whatever," she smiled, then she heard a call of her name and was suddenly tackled in a hug, the wind practically blown out of her. Whoa. It all happened to fast for her to really pay attention to who had attacked her. Though when the boy pulled away, she saw it was Ephram and grinned at him. "Hey you," she said with a smile, reaching a hand up and ruffling his hair a little. He had such nice hair, all soft and such, and she liked touching it. She was a tad bit odd like that, but Ephy never complained. She laughed a little at how shy the boy was towards this new Ali character, and she shook her head a little. She felt the finger jab into her side, and shot a playful glare over to Ephram, then poked him back right where he had poked her. Pfft, bitch. Haha.

Ephram fixed his hair, then jumped when she poked him back. For a guy, Eph had probably the cleanest hair, and he took very good care of it, so when others touched his hair, he didn't really mind. He was about to reach his hands down to mess up her hair when he was overtaken in a hug from the new girl. If it had been someone like Riley or Zeke to give him the hug he would of been fine, but because it was someone he didn't know, Ephram stiffed up.

Then at her comment, he relaxed a bit, and laughed, seperating them as he did so, "You might not bite, but I sure as hell know Mischa does." He finally got his return poke in to her, and he looked around the room for Alicia. He looked back to the group, "You guys haven't seen my lover and brother have you?" He asked, wondering where Alicia (lover) and Riley (brother) were.

"Alright, the party can start! I am here!"

That was Riley's entrance line. Just walking in was no fun. He laughed as a few people looked over, a few laughing, the others just giving odd looks. He noticed Ephram talking to Mischa and Hayden and he grinned. "Hey guys. I need a drink." He said, getting right to the point. Okay, so maybe he'd started with the drinking a little bit early...

He looked around for a second, wondering where the rest of the group was. Belle, mostly, but also Johnny, Ashley, Coc, and Jessica. Wow, he'd actually arrived to a party rather early. We'll call it fashionably on time. Riley had been surprisingly excited for this party because it was the pre-prom party. Meaning, all the same people would be there, and he wouldn't have to where a cheesy suit. He was glad that he could go with Annabelle to prom, but school dances just weren't really his favorite thing, especially formals. Then again, he was almost positive she'd look killer in whatever dress she picked out so that was always a plus for him.

Elle had a hair appointment that she was just finishing so she was going to be a little late to the party. Though once she was finished she quickly got dressed, pulling on one of her many crazy bright colored outfits and tacky jewlery. With one last check in the mirror she grabbed her keys and ran downstairs, kissing her mother on the cheek before heading out to her car.

Belle was quite excited for this pre-prom party at Corners house. She loved parties anyways, but she knew a lot of people were going to be at this party plus it was right before prom. As she sped off down the road her phone went off a couple times and she texted them back with an I'm on my way, shut up then shut the phone and threw it into her bag. Elle had to park in africa since there were so many cars there and groaned when she got out and walked her way up towards his house.

She headed inside, immediately spotting a few of her friends in the livingroom and grinned widely as she snuck up behind Riley and wrapped her arms around him from behind then kissed his neck. "Hey guys!" Elle laughed and looked over Riley's shoulder at everyone.

Riley looked around for another few seconds then just gave up, figuring that the rest of the group would show up a little late. People seemed to love the idea of looking cooler by not showing up on time, Riley included. Actually, he didn't really do it to look 'cool'. He usually showed up a bit late because then there'd actually be some people there by the time he got there. Usually if you got there when the party actually started, there would only be about 4 people there. That was no fun.

Riley grinned widely as he felt a pair of air around him and he was sure it was Belle. No one was drunk enough yet to already be all over him so it had to be her. "Hey, babe." He said, his grin widening even more as she kissed his neck. He grabbed her hands to pull them off of him so that he could turn around. He put his arms around her small waist and softly kissed her lips shortly. He didn't want to make everyone too awkward by making out with her in front of them so he just gave quick kisses.

Elle grinned as Riley turned towards her and she placed a hand on his cheek and kissed him back softly. When they broke away she turned and stood infront of him with her back against his chest and grabbed his hands, wrapping them around her stomach and resting her hands ontop of his. Elle leaned back against him then smiled at everyone else. "Whats up? Why are we all just standing around?" Elle asked with a laugh, Elle never stood around at parties unless they were really lame parties. Usually she was doing keg stands, dancing, taking shots of peoples bodies, dancing some more.... or doing random crazy things she probably shouldn't be, though do them anyways because they're entertaining.

"It's because you were waiting for me right?" She teased with a wink then laughed and shook her head before breaking away from Riley again. "Okay I've had 6 hair appointments today, it's time to start drinking." Elle smirked and made her way into the kitchen to see what they had. Immediately she spotted lemon wedges on the table and frangelico hidding in the corner. Elle searched through a few cabinets for sugar, finally finding it and pouring some into a bowl then grabbed the bowl of sugar, the lemon wedges, a few shot glasses that were out on the counter and frangelico then made her way back out into the livingroom... ignoring the people asking where she was taking the lemons.

When she got back in the livingroom she put everything on the coffee table and poured some rum into the shot glass, grabbed a lemon, then dipped it in the sugar and put it in her mouth squeezing the juice out. After she did that she pulled the lemon wedge out, keeping the juice in her mouth and took the shot which then tasted just like chocolate cake. It was one of her favorite shots. "Anyone else want some?" She offered with a smile at her friends, before repeating this process a second time.

Riley laughed and shrugged his shoulders. "I have no idea. I just got here and they were all standing around." He told her. He knew that Annabelle knew how to liven up any party so it wouldn't stay too quiet for too long. He grinned, wrapping his arms tighter around Belle then softly kissing her neck. Soon after, though, she let go of him and made her way through the house. He stayed with the rest of them, figuring she'd come back soon anyway. He'd already had a beer or two but not enough to even get him tipsy so he needed some booze.

He watched her walked back after a few minutes and he grinned at what she had in her hands. He walked over to the coffee table and watched Belle do a shot first before he grabbed a lemon, dipped it into the sugar then sucked on it. He kept the sweet and sour mixture in his mouth then picked up a glass, filled it up and threw it back, swallowing the mixture. "That's good!" He exclaimed then filled the glass with rum again and grabbed another lemon. He drank fairly often but he was still a pretty cheap drunk, surprisingly. Usually, the body got used to the alcohol consumption and the more often you drank, the more it would take to get you completely drunk. Not Riley. It didn't take too much before he was stumbling and stammering and all of his friends knew it.

"STUD MUFFIN!!!" Ephram yelled as he saw that the brother in question had arrived. He broke away from the group, and was going to run and give him a hug, but then Anna-Bee showed up and stopped him from doing that. Then they started to make out - well, sorta - and Ephram covered his eyes, "MY VIRGIN EYES! HELP MISCHA! THEY'RE SCARRING ME FOR LIFE!" He yelled, and he ran back over to the group, laughing.

That was just Ephram and Riley though, with the two of them together, Eph's shyness deminished completely. Maybe it was the fact that him and Ry had been through just about everything, or maybe it was the fact that without Riley he was 'unfinished' persay. Ephram never really noticed this though, but people have brought the topic up more then once. He looked back over to Riley, and saw that he was already going to get wasted, "Ry, remember what happened last time?" He asked, bringing up the dancing on the table that the two did, which in turn lost Riley his belt, shirt, and almost pants. Ephram did get a good picture though, and was incredibly drunk too. But atleast he remembered.

Meredith ran down the spiral staircase from the library in search of Hayden. She had already half-started the party upstairs by herself and jogging down the stairs wasn't a bright move. She was far too ready to get this party full-blown and over with.

"HAYYYYYYYDDDDEEEEEYYYYYYYYY," she squealed coming down the stairs.... thinking...HOPING she spotted her. Meredith grabbed a drink from a table full of cups and began charging to where she thought she was, her heels making a rythmic "clinking" sound across the hard flooring. She called out to her again, "HAYYYYYDDEEEEEEYYYYYY!?" she sounded a bit more whiney and needy at this point and stopped dead looking around spaztically for her once more.
She was deliberately drawing attention to herself because that's just fun, right? RIGHT!

Hayden, in leu of hearing her name, she turned around, almost being run into by Meredith. "MEREDITH!" she shouted. Her drink was empty, and she was in need of more. "I was wondering where you were, sill y syrup." she said, a laugh escaping her lips. "COme on!!" she said, her bare feet tapping on the ground,towards the bar, as Mere's heels clacked too.

"So, wher ehave you been?" Hayden asked her friend. "I haven't seen you around... well, besides earlier, when we saw eachother, walking in... but you know.." Hayden said, snagging one of the drinks off of the tray. Taking it down in three gulps before taking another.

"Uhm, nowhere really! Youuuuu?" she said giggling and throwing her shoes off at the same time while trying not to spill her drink.

"Hay, I-I-I made out with a guy in the starbucks bathroom the other day, and it was hella fucking nice, might I add." she stopped and tryed not to laugh. And then broke her glance at Hayden feeling extremely whorish and then bursted out laughing and kept running to the bar and not mentioning anymore about it, unless she asked.

"Aw, Meredith, your growing up so fast!" she said, laughing as she downed her drink again. Taking a flute of champagne, and telling herself to make this one last, Hayden sipped the bubbly liquid. "So, I think we need something to do. What say you?" she asked, placing her drink on the bar. "OH!" she exclaimed, brushing her thick black air back from her face., "WE SHOULD DANCE!" Hayden shouted, brushing her hands down her slinky black and purple skirt, which clung to her twig frame quite nicely.

"I KNOW! AND YES, NOW!" she laughed and pulled herself up onto the bar and grabbed Hayden's hand and helped her up without hesitation. Meredith downed her drink quickly to get it in her bloodstream faster. She kicked a few shot glasses from out of the way of her bare feet and into the lap of a few skud's who didn't matter and continued to dance hard like planned.

Getting up on the bar was no problem for Hayden. Dancing on the bar was no problem either. But once the guys started offering money to them for.. well, dancing and maybe stripping.. Hayden had a problem. Her balancing skills were norm when she was mildly drunk. But she was piss drunk now, and they were out the window.

Leaning down to take a dollar from one guy with combed back blonde hair in a leather jacket, Hayden laughed, her black low cut, v-neck tunic top and white camisole showing off her flat stomach. Laughing to herself as she continued dancing as she gsave the dollar to Meredith, she grinned. Taking Mere's hand, she brushed her long hair back, fluffling it up a bit too, just as a teasing gesture. Her darkly lined eyes showing the fun inn her smile.

Meredith too was pissed. She laughed and took Hayden's hand, helping her to switch places with her and help them balance eachother. she didn't bother stripping, she just would occasionally lift up her shirt or skirt a little more as she would "pop, lock and drop it" down to the bar and back up. She winked teasingly at the men below her and took money from them while continuing to have a good time with the fact that she and Hayden were getting most of the men's attention in the room. She picked up two drinks from the bar that she was generously given and handed one to Hayden. The drunker the better, she thought for her...maybe not so for Hayden, though. She didn't live far from here, so she could take Hayden to her apartment if they got too out of hand.

Laughing as she took the drink, Hayden looked around the room, her vision was blurred, but whatever. Laughing as Meredith shimied her skirt higher, Hayden took off her tunic top. Her white cami and black and purple skirt the only thing covering her underthings.

Laughing, she kissed one of the guy's heads. She was getting a bit more... out there than she normally was. Sure, she'd dance on tables if she was sober.. but taking money for it, and getting a bit more out of hand... she was drunk. No doubt about it. Tying her hair up with a rubber band someone tossed, she laughed as she spun around, her silver toerings catching the light. As well as he rings on her fingers, and the various chains on her neck clinking together as she danced. "Maple! Your amazing!" she said, laughing.

Meredith's vision was also bluring and she laughed out loud hard as Hayden bent down and kissed one of the men, "EWWW, HAY!" she laughed harder and started dancing more with Hayden to liven things up, taking a shot off the bar no one had picked up yet. She was about to black out and she knew it, but kept on going, her body glistening with sweat from dancing so hard. She continued to shimmy her skirt and drop down, rocking her hips and looking like a total dumbass as best she could so that maybe these guys would stop throwing money at her, it was getting irritaiting, definately.

Shae wasn't what you would typically call a party crasher, as he wasn't into that scene all that much but for some reason the noise coming from this large house entranced him, and he had to check it out. It looked like a bunch of high school kids getting loaded from the distance, which was funny as he could remember when he was their age and drinking like that. These days he kept his alcohol consumption to the minimum, trying his best not to become an alcoholic before he was even legal to drink. It was kind of pathetic, most teenagers. They were in rehab before they were even twenty one. Sad, how this world had turned out. Twenty years ago, these kids wouldn't have touched a thing. Now, they can't keep their hands to themselves.

So now here he was, an offical party crasher, and no one looked at him any different. It was probably because he looked like a teenager, looked like he was still sixteen, where his real age is that added to three. No one looked at him at all. Well, a few people did turn heads but that was probably because they found him dead sexy or something. Pfft. He knew that most people thought he was attractive but just chose to ignore that fact. It was that simple. He walked into the living room, and the sight he saw was... appaling. He and Meredith went back, could you say... you could definetely say. And he'd never seen her that drunk before until now. Holy shit. Did she realize she was making a complete fool of herself by dancing up on the table with that girl, whose name he was pretty sure was Hayden or something along the lines of that.
"What the hell are you doing?" He inquired, not even bothering to hide the annoyment in his tone at how absolutely pissed the girl was.

"MERE! YOU HAVE A FRIEND!" Hayden said, laughing her ass off. Her skirt was falling lower, and lower. And her shirt was riding up further and further. The ponytail holding her hair falling out too.

Laughingas she picked up most of the bills, Hayden shoved the all in her shirt, not bothering to see what it was, she just knew there were at least a few fives, and maybe a twenty. Pullinng Meredith down, she stumbled her way over to the guy who had asked what they were doing. "HI!" she said, smiling. "Mere, your buddy was calling you..." she said, grinnng.

"You're a damn fool", she thought. Though she was drunk, she was clear in her mind as to what she was doing. Maybe she was in distress, maybe she was just fucking bored with where her life was headed these days. Partypartypartypartypartyparty, that was all there was to it lately and the lack of steadyness in her life was starting to bother the hell out of her. Hence, why she felt the need to waste the "most important" year of her life doing nothing except screwing around, per say. What a guilt trip she had put on herself.

Meredith stopped as she was inquired upon. She looked side to side before looking down and squealing, "SHAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" she slapped Hayden on the arm to get her attention and immediately jumped down with the help of a few skirt chasing men, smiled and jumped into his arms and mauled him on the mouth with a kiss.
"Come dance with meeeee?" She laughed slightly and knew she hadn't been attractive in any shape, form or fashion and he probably didn't find it the least bit amusing. She didn't want him to be pissed-off at her and if she had known he was coming, she probably wouldn't have acted like such a twat, because she had really wanted to see him lately.


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Alicia was officialy a dumbass. Well, she was a blonde, what'd you expect? She scolded herself for thinking that, shaking her head absently as she made her way into the house. It was pretty nice, to be honest. The blond ehaired girl was in the living room, smiling at all the people there. She was clad in a pair of fitted, low rise jeans, and a white Hollister shirt. She felt too preppy, but she didn't really care. She got along with everyone, anyway.

She was looking for any sign of Ephram. Where there was Riley, there was Ephram, so she looked for him too. She was good, she knew how to do things.

"Ephyyy!" She called, once she'd spotted him with Riley. Before doing anything, she waved to Riley and told him that helooked very nice, which he did. Then she jumped on Ephram, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting a kiss on his cheek. "I didn't think you'd be here," she said, laughing at he rown ignorance. What a dork.

Shae was not amused, to put it simply. "Hi..." He had said to Hayden, not bothering with hiding the obvious annoyment in his tone, and when Meredith had jumped off the table and fucking mauled him, it just caused him to become even more angry with the younger female. She tasted like alcohol, and it was disgusting. He simply didn't care of whether not he would seem rude, and really just pushed the girl off of him, indicating that her behavior was not suitable. She was acting like a complete moron, and he'd never seen her in such a state before and he couldn't help but be disapointed. Though it could have made him a hypcrite in a sense or two, he didn't care. Mere was being idiotic, and it was as simple as that.

"I'll pass, thanks," He stated when she said of him to come dancing with her. He honestly still didn't care if he was being rude or not towards her, as the female really did deserve it. If she wasn't completely loaded, maybe he would be a little nicer. Yes, he may look like the sweetest person on earth but when pissed off, you don't want to cross him. And right now, he was ticked and only because of Meredith's behavior.

"Kill joy, much?"
Shae had just managed to ruin this in it's entirety, which he had a knack for doing and making her feel like shit about it. "Thanks for coming, by the way." She muttered sarcastically and rolled her eyes at him before shoving past and out the front door. It was time to go home now and if Shae didn't fucking like it, then why did he bother showing up? This is just the way things went now.

Meredith slowly tottled down the sidewalk barefoot towards her apartment, as she had thrown her shoes at someone and that made her find some humor in the way she had been, but she didn't really give a shit anymore, or so she thought. She probably wouldn't remember ever seeing Shae in the morning and that was fine with her. And in reality, she hadn't had that much to drink and it was vodka for fuck's sake. She lived on her own and she could do as she pleased.

She got sick of walking for a moment and decided to sit on the sidewalk just outside of her apartment complex and give herself a little time to sober up before trying to make the three flights of stairs. She scraped the palm of her hand on the concrete as she sat down and muttered a certain four letter work starting with f and ending in k. she pulled her knees close to her body and rested her head on them, because she felt sick and throwing up probably would make her want to die right then and there. Throwing up was going to be inevitable with the amount of alcohol in her system, but it was best to put it off for as long as she could.

"This definately fucking sucks hard..." she muttered from her knees and wiping her throbing, bloody palm onto her clothing.

Ephram was in the process of taking the drink from Riley's hand when he spotted the girl he was looking for. He watched her wave to everyone and talk to a few of them. As his eyes followed her, Ephram was still in awe of her. It was bad when they first dated, but now he knew what she looked like under all that clothes, and he was totally, madly in love with her.

And as she finally noticed him, he grinned even more, noticing that she saw Riley first. That was a good sign, she knew how he worked. Where Riley was, that's where Ephram was. Unless, of course, Riley was with Anna-Bee, then Ephram was not going to tag along. No way.

When she hugged him, Ephram laughed, "Why wouldn't I be here?" He asked as he hugged her back, "Even I can't pass up a good party." He defended himself, and Ephram kissed her full on the lips. Since they never threw that party for Johnny, this would be Alicia's first time meeting the gang. He was really nervous about Ashley showing up and how she'd react to Alicia being there.

She kissed him back, not caring what anyone thought. Hell, it was aparty...people would be making out all night. After he kissed her, she winked at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and standing on her tiptoes to look up at him. "Mhm, we're sure to rock the boat tonight," she said, laughing at the inside joke. Of course, she just meant the party would be amazing. But she couldn't help but to laugh at the rocking the boat thing. She was incredibly lame..

Finally letting go of Ephram, Alicia turned to the rest of the people in the livingroom, staying close to her lover. "I feel like a freak, Ephy. I don't know anyone but you and Riley..." She shrugged, and turned back to him, smiling. "Gimme a drink and I'll be just fine," she said, winking playfully. She knew there had to be drinks around there somewhere...that, and Ephram, where all that she needed right now. Prbably some music, too.