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You are used to making sacrifices, to prioritising the happiness of others before yours. Even though that is a noble attitude, there are times in life where the only healthy alternative is to embrace your own selfishness and allow yourself some enjoyment. Reserve one hour per day to do something you really like. Treat yourself! Your colour for this month is blue.
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All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy; Open, AU
Topic Started: Monday, 21. October 2013, 22:08 (5,589 Views)
Renard
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James looked around. Lots of folks around already ! So what was this ? Something bride-ish over there. He was pretty sure it was one of the cheerleaders, most likely the new one, Ashely... so-and-so. He didn't have much to do with the cheerleaders, they were more in line with the sports guys in his opinion. Not the sharpest knives in the drawer, but good at what they did. Supposedly at least. He spotted another person through the door to what looked like the kitchen and couldn't hold the grin back. Of course this estimation of the sports guys also included Miss Mac, making them the sports guys and girl, even if putting her in with the guys and referring to her as a girl at the same time was a stretch to some degree... But both her and Ashley had chosen most interesting costumes ! He had to give them that.

He had seen another quite showy costume flashing past that had looked somewhat familiar. The only thing that caught his attention was Rhys tying Kuhnslug to a sofa and waiting for disaster. He just watched and gave Rhys a 'thumbs up' when he thought Rhys might see it. So far, it looked as if the kitchen was the fun-zone at the moment, so he headed there to see what was up. He wouldn't expect Leo to follow him around like a dog the whole evening o perhaps she met some other artsy people or others from the chess club ? Would be a nice turn of events for sure !

He passed the Veith and some other person he wasn't quite sure who it was supposed to be as well as Kuhnslug with a short nod. "Guys." He didn't pay attention to most of the stuff going on around him so he was aware he would have overlooked some guys possibly, but that could be amended later. For now, he had a goal and had to finish this first !

He entered, gracing the kitchen with the glory of his presence. Well, interesting... Who do we have here ? Aguirre, a surprise to see her here in person, but then, he had dragged Leo in after all ! And the stranger next to her could only be... Sawyer Eastwood, the man with no discernable academic ambitions and this other guy, Damon. Well, this sure was interesting, hopefully he didn't come in at an inconvenient moment...

"Good evening dear Lady and Gentlemen. Would you mind if I decided to keep you company for a while ?"

He picked up a bottle of beer and opened it with his lighter. Then he lifted it and took a sip from it. It was kind of drinkable, but still made him shudder a bit on the inside. "Looks like they're trying to fit the whole school here. Did anyone not get invited ?"

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"Kuhn? Paul Kuhn? That's... oh, my god. Course I know who he is. Uh-" Julian pushed his mask up to get a better STARE, his brow reaching for his hairline "Can I get a picture of this?" he asked as he leaned to inspect it from a different angle, his organs dangling about at his front.

Pauls's expression couldn't be determined as he stared right back at Julian. The suit didn't stop him from scrutinising the other youth, though, and eventually deciding that a picture wouldn't be too bad an idea. Veith. Antisocial loner freak, average grades, but with well-to-do parents. Good prospects. Should have this silly picture tagged together on Facebook - but not shown on my wall - and then send a LinkedIn invite to get closer to his dad.

"Sure", he replied as he moved over to stand next to Julian. He was blissfully unaware of the fact that the tail of his costume was already stretching as the rope tightened, slinging an arm around Julian to portray a sense of familiarity and camaraderie with the Other Rich Kid.

"Hey - could you take a picture of us, Ms. Scott?" - he wasn't even sure about the first name of the girl with the alternative hairdo, having rarely interacted with her at school. Different cliques and all that. Still, he figured that she'd be able to hold Julian's camera for a few moments and press a button.

"Say cheese" he told Julian, smiling through his teeth out of habit, even though it couldn't be seen.
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She followed quietly, converse lighty treading, having taken to the habit of turning off all the lights as they went. James was still ignoring that, which she couldn't blame him for really. A weak and desperate cry for freedom.

Interpret my actions to mean I am lost in the deep and dark throws of depression, it is a cry for help that my voice can not manage... DONT MAKE ME GO IN THERE! Mommy!

She stared at the back of his head with a desperate intensity that he would never see, the black out contacts and heavy latex cosmets she was wearing meaning that her main mode of communication, facial expressions, where completely useless. She may get an eye brow raise in, if she tried -really really- hard. When they went into the kitchen she was relieved at how quiet it was. She moved to steal a bottle of wine from the counter directly next to her, while Henderson was greeting Flint and Aguirre. "Good evening dear Lady and Gentlemen. Would you mind if I decided to keep you company for a while ?" She was relieved he hadn't used the plural of that question, as after he asked such a terrifying question... She hit the light switch right NEXT to the bottle of wine, and her and the wine bottle left in a vampiric hiss. She ran, the hallway behind them already dark because she had been making the dark escape route she needed. She turned immediately at the stairs, eyes in the dark sharper than the average person, certain senses making up for lost ones since she was born.

She tried to be as quiet as she could going up the stairs, but managed to trip once fourth stair from the top and silently swear. She then continued up the stairs, continuously turning lights off until she reached a large linen closet directly next to a bathroom. She opened the door quietly, peeking inside to see there was some excess room. She then ran down the hall and continued turning lights off till the end, and then came back to the open door. She stepped into the closet, and closed the door behind her to slide down the wall into the corner quietly.

The bottle of wine in her hands was cold and solid, but she had not had enough time to gleam more than the label and dark color of the bottle before she had grabbed it and ran. She felt the top, finding a cork instead of a screw top. Excellent, this shit was no Arbor mist. She felt in a pocket for her swiss army knife, flipping open the wine corker and setting in to create that beautiful sound of access, the cork popping.

She'd then sit quietly in the dark with liquid courage, trying to decide whether to flee altogether... or seek out the source of that gentle aroma coming up from the basement.
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"I thought... I thought that Mexico had chased such grand musings from my heart. That I wouldn't attempt to live so bold and that I would slide away into shadows. Standing here... the silence is so loud with potential I am deafened." - Upon entering the concrete shell that would become, Muse.
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Jeremy wondered from whom John had learned to drive, maybe from one of his older friends. He had no driving licence in any case, still being a minor, and they didn´t live in America, so no driving licence with 16.
After the party John surely wouldn´t be sober any more, but Jeremy was sure that even then he would drive back home.
Drunken driving without a driving licence...really great...John was lucky if once more they weren´t stopped by the police.

Jeremy disliked parties, he disliked to be dragged there by John...Jeremy disliked to be among loud people, even more if they were drunk.

But as usually, John wouldn´t stay for long with Jeremy anyway, he would soon drift off, on the lookout for booze and to flirt with girls. This time it was just the same. And then Jeremy was alone among people he didn´t want to socialize with...at least not the way it was done on such parties, talking lots of silly nonsense.

Nobody took notice of him? Good, and hopefully it stayed that way.
In school nobody of his class mates liked him, so why should it here be any different.
"You could bore for Britain" was one of the nicest comments he got to hear.
Maybe that´s what he was...simply boring. So why should anybody here be interested in him.

Jeremy was looking for a bookshelf. If only he could find some interesting book, then he might be able to vanish into some little room where nobody else was and read the book there. Like he had done on other parties.
Or maybe he could like one other time climb on the roof, lay there, have a look at the stars and dream. But maybe it was a bit too cold for that now.
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Ashley looked around and saw a few people she had seen before but with most faces the names were missing. It was getting crowded and she was getting bored. There wasn't really anyone she wanted to talk to. She felt a bit like the odd one and strangely nervous. She needed to become more mellow so she needed another joint.

The girl sneaked between the people and escaped the crowd by going to the basement...

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The small teen grunts angrily as Damon slams into him and hisses slightly. His folded knife still in his hand he contemplates slashing the back of his trousers open or something. Then he blinks as the lights go out.

He saw the small, weird girl creeping up the stairs and grins. Finally, a chance to see someone as short as him. He wondered if she was the small girl he's seen dodging around the costume store. Since he mostly worked in the back putting stuff together he'd never spoken too her.

He crept up the stairs after Leo, following her. He wondered why she turned off the lights. Not really knowing he simply kept after her. When she ducked into the closet, he ducked in behind her and crouched in the corner.

"Fuck. Dark in here."

He muttered and ducked a hand into his pocket to see if he had anything to change that. No flashlight, but he did have an old glow stick. Snapping it and shaking it he lit the little closet with a faint purple light.

"Hey. I'm Rhys... do I know you?"

He took a sip from the flask of scotch and contemplates that there were way more people here at this party than he was used to dealing with.
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"Do I look like a fucking journalist?" she thought, keeping a passive-aggresive glare into the man's eyes.

She took Julian camera from Paul's hands and took a minute to realise how that shit worked before taking the picture.

"There you go" she said, handing the camera to his original owner smirking with a nasty gesture. "The perfect gay couple."

She took a minute to enjoy the men expression, and walked away hoping to find some whisky.
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Though he had a polite smile, if the hatred concentrated in his blue eyes could be focused into a laser beam that burned the flesh off that BITCH and left a pile of bones that he could beat her mother with...

Well, if he could do that, he would not just take his cam back with a fucking smile and a "Why, thank you!" He didn't bother hiding the sarcasm, swiping a moist towelette packet from his pocket after she turned to leave, which he used to wipe over the cam and then his own hands. His shoulder felt too warm where Paul had put his arm around him and his cheeks burned.

"Bitches. Some of them would look better with their head on a stick, right?" He tried to pull off with a joking smirk. What else could he say to Paul Kuhn now?
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Paul was hardly going to join in with Julian's misogyny after having just been called 'gay'. He gave Victoria a non-plussed look, then patted Julian on the shoulder. "You just got to know how to work the ladies. My girlfriend likes to be treated right."

The Jabba mask meant that his knowing wink-wink nudge-nudge look was never seen.

Having reaffirmed his heterosexuality, Paul wanted to move on and score a pair of drinks for when Nora would get back. However, he'd hardly turned to walk away when the rope snapped, causing him to lose his balance and fall back on top of Julian. Even though the music was loud, his "WAaaOOOAH!" and muffled "UMF!" were sure to attract some attention to the fact that the giant slug appeared to be eating Julian whole.
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In no mood at all to "work the ladies," Julian was whipping out his cell phone with intent to send a sulky, pissed off message to Ryan when a tsunami of plushy folds slammed into him. His phone flew out of his hand, skid across the floor and cracked under someone's shoe as he tumbled to the ground beneath Kuhn the Hutt.

"FUUUUUU-mmff!!!" he cried out, then silenced with a mouthful of costume. His 'guts,' the skillfully painted rubber and styrofoam, the organs, ribs and intestine splattered under the bulk in a grisly array. His long, lanky legs were splayed out and kicking above Paul's girth as he squirmed and bucked under the esteemed class president in a flail of panic.

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Jeremy wandered around. When he spottet that tall very blonde boy everything else was forgotten for now.
What a sweet boy...Jeremy couldn´t but stare at him.

Jeremy has been fully aware already for some years now, that he was only attracted to men.
He enjoyed it, he didn´t fight against it, just that he was too shy to ever approach any man he fancied.
Because most men were only interested in women and didn´t like "poofs".
And so Jeremy hadn´t told anybody yet that he was gay, not even John.
But Jeremy also didn´t pretend to be interested in girls.

Oh god, what was that? A giant something fell on that sweetie.
Jeremy stepped a step forward, heard and felt a crunch unter his right foot. He looked down.
Was that his phone? And Jeremy had ruined it, what a brilliant start.
He picked up the phone, then he rushed to help the blonde man, who had been covered by that giant "slug", Jeremy was trying to free him from there.

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He popped a red gummy bear in his mouth, grinning. And proceeded to munch on them, and munch on them, and munch on them, all in favor of actually speaking to any of the many people who kept swarming him.

That's what happened at parties, right? You got stuck in awkward conversations with people you really weren't that fond of, trapped in the sort of forced socialization that always drove him crazy. Despite his popularity, Sawyer wasn't that good at actually talking to people- or rather, he always seemed to miss the social cues that urged him to just shut up. He could totally prevent his own idiotic babbling if he just keep eating vodka gummies!

But even that hope was dashed as the rest of the gummies went tumbling out of Aguirre's hands and onto the white carpet below. Damn it.

At least he wasn't quite the most socially inept guy out there. Caston Kane- there was somebody Sawyer wasn't sure he'd ever quite understand. Handsome guy, popular in the way only the local drug dealer could be- but Kane was always so goddamn awkward around him, even when it seemed that he had no real reason to be. They'd barely spoken, even considering all the same parties that the two seemed to pop up at, but more than once Sawyer had noticed Pretty Boy nursing a drink with a dejected expression, staring at him from across a crowded room. Might as well say hi every now and then, what with all that.

John Wayne? Eh, close enough, Sawyer conceded with a slight shrug and an amiable smirk. He was a lil' disappointed- weren't guys of Kane's, uh, persuasion supposed to be really into pop culture? Somethin' like that. Besides, everybody liked cowboys, right?

"Nice to see ya, man," he replied cheerfully. "Where's your costume? Lookin' good anyway, like always! Hey, why don't we ever hang ou- uh, bye, Caston!"

It seemed that the arrival of some of the more intimidating members of the football squad marked Pretty Boy's cue to skedaddle. Well, he could accept that trade, grinning as he took in a shirtless Toran and pantsless Mac- god, when would those two just hook up already? The world was waiting!

"Hi, Toran. Hi, Mac... good to see y'all here, but where the fuck were you earlier? Could've used back-up, Billy was bein' a cunt again, but that's Billy for you, right? Anyway, uh, cool costume, man, you s'posed be that guy from Game of Thrones? Can never keep the names of them all straight, but he's a lucky dude, Khaleesi is smokin' hot. And Mac, you're lookin' real cute, in a 'please don't rip my balls off, Usagi' kinda way! Uhm, then again, maybe it's more 'please rip my balls off' considerin' the guys you mess around with. Huh. Anyhow...

... Bye, Toran? Bye Mac? Bye, um, lil' brown kid?"


As the pair stalked off in search of cheerleader booty, Sawyer Flint was struck with the distinct impression that he was totally invisible. He sighed slightly, turning around to give a wry 'well, what can you do?' grin to Aguirre.

"Anyway, you wanna-"

"Good evening, dear lady and gentleman! Would you mind if I decided to keep you company for a while?"

In waltzed Cockblock the Magic Talking Fox, aristocrat extraordinaire.

"Hi, James," Sawyer said a little wearily. James Evelyn Gonville Henderson was not exactly his favorite. He'd never really gotten over the summer he'd spent employed at the Hendersons' summer vacation home in the Adirondacks, mowing the lawn and trimming the hedges while swanky James drank lemonade on the veranda. Oh, sure, the kid was probably a perfectly nice guy. But still. He could've shared the lemonade, at least. "Sweet outfit, man. Fits you real well! Like, irony and stuff! Ha! Yeah."

Awkwardly, he glanced around, before being struck with a sight that made him gulp. Uh-oh. The unmistakable glinting green eyes of Damon 'Future Felon of America' Church were leveled on him in a way that definitely didn't scream friendly. It didn't really help that the guy was looking even sketchier than usual tonight; a fight wasn't really on his list of fun Halloween activities, and he'd prefer not to get his ass kicked before he'd even gotten a chance to see what was under Punkguirre's tight, skeleton t-shirt.

Speaking of which... ever since getting knocked off balance earlier, she'd been inching closer and closer to him in a way that was surely supposed to be subtle. Sawyer took this as a very good sign. A sign that pulling away from the crowd would be a great idea for more reasons than just avoiding the wrath of Church.

"Uhhh... y'know, if it's all the same to you, maybe we could get away for a lil' bit? Maybe go outside and get some air? 'Scuse us, Mr. Fox..."
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Several phones at the party buzz with an incoming message.
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Can't leave... can't leave... can't leave the girls will eat me....
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Caston took the bill from her and looked down at the line in front of him with some hesitancy. Should he really do this? He'd always told himself he'd just stick to weed - natural, healthy, legal in several states and countries... but this?

He put the tip to one of his nostrils and leaned forward.

Maybe it was that he had a geek out in front of Sawyer, or because of the awkward way he arrived at the party costumeless and stoned, or maybe it was because he was curious to see what all the fuss this white powder caused was about.

He put his fingertip to his other nostril, closing it.

Perhaps if he just had one line, just one, it'd be alright. Just a quick pick-me-up, right? Maybe he'd be less awkward tonight, or maybe he'd be in better spirits? Nora had done it many times before without issue. Caston's first time with cocaine... could it really be that bad?

The teenager, now covered in fake-blood, closed his eyes and inhaled as he ran the tip of the bill along the line cut before him, and just as Nora did, he leaned his head back and sniffed hard.

"It's a little... burny," he said, sniffing again. He shook his head and blinked. "What should I expect?"

He was genuinely curious - he knew how people acted on it in the movies: Lot of people seemed to have a good time with it... except for Tony Montana in Scarface. He shot people.

"How will I know when it's...?" he stopped himself short, as a... fun feeling crept up on him. Caston couldn't really describe the feeling with words, but the wicked grin that curved his lips said everything. "Holy shit, Nora."

His phone vibrated in his pocket. He put the bill down and slipped it out. It was a new text message, but he didn't recognize the number. He could tell by the other names it was sent to that it was someone at the party, however.

"Basement is getting hot. Bring the best drugs, bring the best drinks. Leave your shame at the door. Ain't no stopping til the sun comes up or the body goes dry!"

"Oh shit," he said, putting the phone back in his pocket. "Apparently everyone's hanging out in the basement... we should probably get down there."

He put the fake blood and the small Halloween makeup case back into his backpack and zipped it up, holding it to his side.

"If you finish up here, I'll smoke you up in a little bit," he said. His awkwardness suddenly seemed farther away, and he was ready - eager - to check out the party downstairs, cocaine induced confidence taking hold of his self esteem. He couldn't help but grin at Nora. "This is... This is... kinda awesome."

He opened the door behind him and turned back. "Let's meet up in a few minutes, I'm going to scope out this situation."

Caston turned to leave and was halfway out the door before he stopped, turned back to grab his beer from the sink and wink at Nora. He looked enviously for a second at the last line... but he didn't want to take more than he was offered. Maybe later they could do another.... maybe several anothers...

He turned back out and closed the door behind him, to leave Nora to snort her nose candy in private.

A random girl grabbed him by the shoulder as he exited. "Ohmigod Caaaston!" She said, slinging her arm over his shoulder. 'Who are you? Ronnie? Rhonda?... Renee! From Biology Lab!'

He smiled at her. "Hey, Renee!" he said extrovertedly.

"Selfies!"

Renee pulled Caston down to her height, holding out her phone in front of them and aiming its camera. He made a goofy face that he intended to be some sort of scary snarl, but he couldn't truly contain the grin that hid just beneath.

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Renee walked off (more accurately stumbled off) shortly after she snapped the picture. Caston watched her walk away, shrugging. He spun on his heel and walked back down the hallway, toward the stairs with a spring in his step, casually stepping between and around other kids on the way.

He took a sip of his beer as he got back down to the first floor and was about to turn toward the basement door until...

"SHOTS!" He exclaimed to himself. Several voices behind him responded with a 'Woo!' Caston beelined toward the kitchen, having spotted the small series of shotglasses being poured at the counter by a classmate in a Frankenstein mask. He walked up to the counter and stood at the end of the line like he was always meant to be there. He gave a mischevious smile. "It's Halloween bitches!"

Another 'Woo!' came from the trio, who instinctively handed him a shot. 'Mission Successful', he thought to himself as he took the glass with the tips of his fingers, holding it up to salute his newfound fellow drinking comrades. He downed it in one swig and then brought his beer to his lips to chase the harshness of the whiskey with something more tolerable. He kept drinking until he finished it and crushed the solo cup in his hand. The trio at the counter congratulated themselves on their shot-taking skills.

Just as soon as he found his comrades, he wandered off again, evidently pleased with himself. Sure, it might have been a dick move, but it wasn't anything that offering them a good, solid joint later on wouldn't cure.

He wandered back the way he came, unzipping the side pocket of his backpack and taking out the bottle of Southern Comfort he'd brought along. Caston nodded his head to the music as he looked around. He spotted Sawyer and Aguirre. He wondered where Moshe got to.

He'd almost forgotten to go to the basement when he noticed a gigantic slug diving on top of another partygoer. Caston didn't see who the victim was, but he got a good look at the slug himself.

'Of course. It's fuckin' Paul.' Fuck that guy. He hated that guy.

He rolled his eyes and stared at the minor dog-pile (slug-pile?) disdainfully, sipping his SoCo, enjoying that the guy that enjoyed tormenting him took a bit of a nose dive in front of everyone.

In his mind, he tried to calculate how many steps it would take to walk around them and return to Aguirre and offer her the 'order' that she wanted to place before, but Caston decided that a few more seconds of Paul Kuhn squirming was worth watching.
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Idiot.

Moshe's ears burned with embarrassment as he made his less than steady retreat up the stairs, stumbling a few times. He wasn't quite running, taking a moment at the top of the stairs to compose himself and then slink out through the door that led into the kitchen. Head ducked low, the boy slipped through the crowd situated around counters and table, ignoring jello shots and only pausing long enough to abscond with a can of beer from the fridge.

A few cigarettes and a round of sulking somewhere quiet seemed to be in order.

So much for growing beyond the quiet dork phase. Things got a little hard (and thank God these pants were big on him) and he'd turned and run away like a scared rabbit. Cockblocking himself in the process and generating plenty of fodder to last the rest of senior year. Good luck ever finding that sort of opportunity ever, ever again.

A virgin forever because of his own social ineptitude.

He glanced up from his corner of angst at commotion from the front of the house, leaning around people to witness the spectacular fall of Paul Kuhn onto... Who was that?

Oh!

Ha.

Moshe's lips turn up into a grin that seemed more a grimace before turning away distractedly to pop open the can. At least there was one bright spot in the evening after all.

At the sight of Caston across the way with his own smug smirk, Moshe tossed a lazy wave his way before pulling out his phone. Inspiration had struck, it seemed. And the smaller boy was quite happy to start recording the scene before them.



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After he had found his bearings, Paul came to think that it was a Good Thing that his costume covered most of his body. Only the people who had noticed him entering with his girlfriend Nora would recognise the torn-up costume as having been his. The rest only only see a pair of shining black dress shoes, kicking about from the torn-up 'tail' of his torn-up Jabba costume.

"Mr. Veith! Keep still! Let me get up!" he urged as the young man under him kept kicking, squirming and bucking under him. Unable to see much, he planted one palm on the man's face, fingers digging in next to Julian's eyes, while the other hand grabbed a shoulder.

Alas, Jeremy had come to intervene, dragging Jhael out from under him, leaving him to flop belly-first onto the ground, the jabba costume tearing in a few more places. For a few moments, the humiliated Class President considered whether he could just crawl out of the house while still wearing the outfit. The sheer amount of laughter made that unlikely, though, and so he backed out instead, shedding the Jabba costume as if he were a butterfly emerging from a now-useless cocoon.

"Hahaha!" he laughed falsely, looking around with a slightly embarrassed grin, pretending to just be a part of the fun rather than someone being laughed at. "Who did that? Haha~" he asked cheerily to the onlookers, even as he was already plotting ways to ruin that person's life.

When he noticed that Moshe was recording the whole thing, he beelined for the stoner nerd, attempting to snatch the smartphone from the others' palm. "Hey, let me see that!" he 'asked'. He hoped to get a good view of the culprit before he would delete the video, saving the embarrassment from ever making it to the Internet.
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Jeremy didn´t laugh at whoever it was who crawled out of that slug costume, Jeremy wasn´t paying attention to him anyway, just looking at the sweet guy and was glad that to have managed to get him out from under there, helping him now to get up.

"I hope you´re all right? I´m Jeremy, what´s your name?"

Then he remembered the phone.

"Is this your phone? If it is...I didn´t see it, then I noticed I had stepped on it. So sorry, I suppose it´s broken...but I can replace it."

He looked embarrassed and hoped the guy wasn´t angry at him.
At least Jeremy could now talk to him, even if it was maybe just for a few minutes.
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Caston watched Paul's reaction - he knew exactly what was going on, and Kuhn deserved it. It brought him a sick sense of satisfaction, watching him fall like that. What's more, Julian had in fact come to the party, which would have normally piqued his interest, but...

Moshe was recording it with his phone, and Paul made a grab for it.

Maybe it was the little bit of cocaine that made Caston more confident than he commonly was; that made him lose the passive inhibition that formed the archstone of his normal - and usually stoned - personality. Maybe it was the SoCo, too. He didn't know what it was. But he did something he'd never actually done before.

"Hey." Caston said, stepping in front of Paul. Moshe was his friend, and he where this was going to go... his history with Kuhn proved that much.

"Give it back to him. Now." His voice was surprisingly authoritative, but low enough that it was only Paul that would have heard him. He pursed his lips and stared right him right in the eye, waiting for a response.
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She had abandoned the basement shortly after Moshe, having said her piece about the skanky cheer leaders vagina being as loose as a train tunnel, and a few other visuals, and departing. She'd met James on the stairs, so she'd lost track of the short little maniac whilst he was shuffling around upstairs. Why didn't he fucking wait for her? They had plans man, plans she was very intent on actually seeing through. Did he think that Torans cock was really going to get her to forget about making incendiaries? Well, fucker didn't know her well enough obviously, because making things go BOOM when you're baked is possibly the greatest thing ever. Sex was way to much effort, especially sex with Toran... Been there, done that. He'd cried. Taking his virginity had been way less entertaining than she thought it would be, maybe she should have got him high? The basement Toran sure seemed way more interesting, but still... not enough to get the image of burning flames out of her imagination.

Wait, was that the class president in a Jabba costume, getting up in her wizards face? She was laughing her face off at the image of Paul as the fucking Hutt man, as she strode over to the escalating situation. Was Caston and Paul going to fight? Oh please, oh please, oh please! Throw some mother fucking punches at the Slug Caston!

"There's the wizard." She said to James, throwing her eyes over her shoulder to see if the boy was still even following her. It entered her mind briefly she should probably be trying to stop this fight, being Sailormoon for halloween and all. She wouldnt do that though, that was the opposite of fun. She'd just watch.
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The small kid shifted uncomfortably. The small girl hadn't said anything and it was sort of weirding him out. Rhys tapped a finger to his mohawk.

"Ummm, right. Well... nice to meet you. I'm... gonna go."

He slipped out the closet and followed Caston down the stairs, but not before snapping a picture of the Prom queen dressed like a slave Leia doing a line of blow. He looked at his phone, then back at Nora's hot bod and wondered what it'd be worth to her. Shrugging the small guy tripped as he started coming down the stairs and knocked an empty beer bottle off the banister accidentally sending the projectile straight towards Jeremy's head.

"LOOK OUT BELOW!"

He yelled as he hopped the banister and landed next to Paul. He looked at the torn up slug and grinned.

"Man, I do good work!"

The 4'8 Rufio looked at the fight starting and holds up his hands.

"Woah, woah WOAH... let me hold your drinks and drugs. Don't want them to get trashed in the scuffle, you know?"
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