partying central (xx__sons OF [ i p s w i c h ])

Title: partying central
Description: Ipswich brothers, anyone

Reid Garwin - September 30, 2007 06:32 PM (GMT)

Reid was late once again and he knew that the others were waiitng for him. He was always late and told Tyler to go ahead without him. He was getting a headache though, thankfully it wasn't so bad. He wasn't going to stay in, headahce or not. He shrugged his shoulders and licked his lips. Dressed in a white shirt with a thin red hoody jacket over that and lastly a black jacket over that. The hood laying over the back of the black coat with a pair of blue jeans on his legs. He looked around moving to the cliff of the Dells.

He could see the burning bonfire in the distance and heard the blaring music. He was ready to party. Get his drink on and see if there's any hot girls out. It would be boring without hot guys though him and Tyler always found them something wild and crazy to do. If the cops show up it'll be even better, make it more exciting. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his black jacket. He moved up the edge moving along the slope.

He grinned seeing his two closet friends moving up behind them and towards them. "I miss anything, guys?" He asked moving up to stand beside Tyler and looking down over the party. He grinned even more and looked to the others. "Didn't miss me did ya?" He asked to them placing his arm on Tyler's shoulder. He yawned a little rubbing his forehead for a moment forcing the headache to subside as best he can.

Alex Foster - October 2, 2007 09:18 PM (GMT)

Parties... probably the part of high school Alex hated the most. But she felt like she had a duty, to be there when people needed her... to save them from the kind of path she'd taken. Still, that wasn't her only reason for tonight. Sometimes you *needed* to loosen up a bit, to have some fun, and just be around other people. Whether they were drunk, wasted, having unprotected sex in the back of someone's car, or not. Alex Foster would be one of the only ones avoiding that fate as much as possible. Her eyes scanned the roads around her as she drove up to the Dells, the sketchy directions she'd been given hadn't helped her find this place, then again... it wasn't hard, you pretty much just headed toward the ocean.

Her outfit tonight consisted of a dark grey form fitting shirt, low riding jeans, bare midriff, gold belt and necklace. Hair down as usual, Alex checked it before stepping out of the car. "Come on!" She barked at Lysistrata, still sitting in the car. "I'm gonna make you have fun... or else!" She leaned down to look at her.

Sighing, she flipped her hair back, and started walking down to the bonfire where everyone was dancing. Her roommate was a bit party shy, and truth be told, Alex had been glad to have a roommate like that. Still, she hadn't really seen her with any friends, and she wanted her to get out there and have fun. And Alex was determined to make that happen tonight.

Grabbing a cup and pouring some beer, she handed it to Lysistrata. "Trust me, you need to loosen up..." She grinned, leading the girl throughout the party. Dancing with whoever came by, Alex tried to get Lysistrata to dance as well, but could tell the girl was obviously scared, or just po'd... one of the two. "Come on Lys!" She begged, dancing her way around the girl, before someone caught her eye, "Okay... I want you to go talk to that guy... be cool, be flirty..."

Lysistrata Dymalis - October 2, 2007 09:57 PM (GMT)

Ugh.

This was precisely why Lysistrata had never been to a party before. The music was loud, the booze smelt disgusting, the people were obnoxious... it just wasn't her type of thing. She couldn't remember why she'd agreed to let her party-girl roommate drag her along, or dictate what she wore. It was dark, yeah, but that was about the only good thing. And, well... she had to admit she loved the feel of the ocean wind against her face and neck, tossing her ponytail about.

Part of Lyza insisted she was just happy to get out and do something 'normal' for a change. She cast her glance about the shadowy beach scene, at the throng of people mashed together. Sure... this ..was normal. She could see it. Sort of.

After Alex demanded that Lyza not be such a party pooper, Lyza let herself out of the car and followed her down the path. It was a little difficult - she was wearing some sort of fancy silvery sandal with only the slightest of a wedge, something she just flat out wasn't used to. She'd been surprised when her roommate had caught Lyza's gaze on a pair of particularly adorable stilettos; 'They'll make your ass look amazing, but not if you're walking with a limp by the end of the night.'

Lyza decided, after the walk through the woods to the beach, that Alex was the smartest woman alive. There was simply no other way to express that. What with the roots and rocks and branches, Lyza would have killed herself just trying to get there. She tugged absentmindedly at her outfit; her exposed midriff, while nearly washboard flat, seemed to draw much more attention than she bargained for.

"Trust me, you need to loosen up..." Alex insisted. She pressed a cool, plastic cup into Lyza's hand. Lyza didn't need to take a sip to figure out what it was - beer was the stinkiest alcoholic beverage ever. And the grossest. She made a face and tried to give it back to Alex, who was dancing her way through the crowd.

"But... I .. don'... drink!" Lyza tried tell her. Her roommate laughed and danced in a circle around her, trying to entice the shy brunette to at least move her feet.

"Okay... I want you to go talk to that guy... be cool, be flirty..."

Lyza craned her neck. She could see about a dozen guys in the nearest vicinity. Which one was Alex talking about? "Which one?" Lyza asked.

Serena Killingsworth - October 11, 2007 08:42 AM (GMT)

In a way, Serena couldn’t help but feel grateful when the topic of partying came along. The week had been long, Spenser had been totally dishing out a homework load the could just about kill anyone without a life, let alone with one, and she had been visiting Emily in the hospital as much as she possibly could.

It wasn’t that she was physically tired, no the regular dose of caffeinated drinks helped her a long with that just fine, it was that she was mentally exhausted and when Serena was mentally worn out, she liked to participate in mindless activities… and partying was one of those mindless activities. So, naturally when the topic of a party at The Dells came a long, Serena practically pounced on the chance like she pounced on chocolate when it was her time of the month.

This was going to be good.

Or… at least that’s what she thought when she had first headed out by herself after she had gotten all dressed up in something cute. Of course the first thirteen minutes of the party had gone smashingly; boys, drinks and sexual tension galore. However, when the drinks ran out, and she separated herself from the other two ingredients to retrieve some more drinks, everything unraveled quickly from there.

The drinks were in the back of a truck at the bottom of the hill near the DJ, so they were easy to locate by any drunk. Reaching the coolers, Serena leaned over and grabbed the neck of a bottle gingerly; it was at this time… that everything went straight to the seventh circle of some hell.

The pressure on her backside was the first thing she felt, an uncomfortable feeling which was – thank god – fleeting. The feeling was followed quickly by something that made Serena want to run… screaming. “Looking good Serena… you know -”

Righting herself, bottle in hand, Serena let her eyes slide into thin slits, her brow following suit. “Not interested…” she murmured through a sickeningly sweet, sarcastic smile, quickly cutting the boy off there. She knew the boy, Aaron Abbout, and Aaron was a dick. Every girl knew it, yet somehow he actually had girls that put up with the way he treated them. Serena herself had been warned about him when she first came to Spenser… she doubted he’d changed much since that time, especially not with the way he had approached her.

Brushing past him, Serena murmured a soft curse beneath her breath and was about to get back to the partying, determined to get away from Aaron as fast as she possibly could, when she felt a pressure snaking it’s way around her arm, pulling her back.

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