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| [AU] Basement Party | |
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| Topic Started: Wednesday, 23. October 2013, 03:40 (2,628 Views) | |
| Toran | Wednesday, 23. October 2013, 03:40 Post #1 |
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A rather loud yell of "BITCH YOU THINK I CAN'T DO PUSH-UPS??" followed by some faint crashes and a few screams sees a number of scantily clad Cheerleaders running up the stairs. Lindsey was holding her top up as she went up the stairs and out into the main area of the party to get away from Mac, Toran and those who followed. The girls having little desire to be around the clearly deranged female running back. |
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| Mac | Wednesday, 23. October 2013, 16:23 Post #2 |
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"I said you could stay if you kept your tits out! Clearly your brain isn't enough entertainment!" She'd yell up the stairs from the basement at the fleeing cheerleaders, a look of malicious light and joy on her face. Oh Jesus yeah, that was awwweeesssooommme. And coach would never find out about it because this was a house party, and ain't none of them 'supposed' to be there, so the cheerleaders wouldn't be able to breath a word of it either. She then took to the couch, as the basement was set up as it's own luxury den, and knocked open the barrel on her Tommy gun. Unfortunately, it did sound like plastic and was not real. Inside however were stashed several joints. Not enough for a whole night of partying, but she was sure when the Aroma of this drifted up through the vents of the house... Caston would magically appear with enough for all. Kid had magic in his pants, no pervs, because he keeps his weed in his pockets. She kicked back and lot up, pulling a zippo from somewhere in her small bustline. The flame clicked to life, and she briefly thought that perhaps she should have brought along her fire spinning equipment to give everyone a drunk show. She was a show off after all... But she had decided against it earlier, why? Probably some cunty thought in her head about how she didn't feel like being their entertainment, which is a lie. She loved to entertain people, just not always in a nice and polite fashion. Well, never in a nice and polite fashion actually. She liked to make people feel indignant and angry, but she'd take just making them feel inferior or impressed as well. She took a long inhail, before handing her joint over to Moshe if the short kid wanted to join in. Used To be a major nerd, but he'd relaxed over the last year. Even gotten a guy kicked from the team for being a dickhead. Hahahaha. Long as it wasn't her? She didn't care. "This house is dope man, like shit... I don't think I've ever been in a classier place. Who the fuck owns this place?" Once her hand was free of the spliff, she'd be back at the bottle of vodka. |
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| Tzippy | Wednesday, 23. October 2013, 16:55 Post #3 |
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"Well then...," Moshe blinked slowly at the flight of the girls from the basement. Not that he felt much sorry for them. Drinking his beer slowly, the scrawny teenager perched on the back of the couch, boots hanging off the side and tapping an absent minded beat. He reached for his backpack, riffling through it carefully to make sure that the party favors he had snuck in were in order. "Fuck, need to get that fucking essay done soon too," he pulled out and tossed aside a dog earred copy of The Catcher In The Rye with a grimace, "Pretentious assholes and this piece of shit... Hey, think we can blow it up? There might be some drano and aluminum foil upstairs... Fuck, forget the book... Still need to write the fucking essay... We could still make the explosions though... Fuck, I think I saw a fog machine upstairs. Might be some dry ice too... Scare those assholes hanging out in the backyard..." Jesus, apparently he was higher than he thought, prattling cheerfully as he took the spliff passed over to him. He blinked as Mac's question was pressed to the room at large, chirping absently, "No idea." Edited by Tzippy, Wednesday, 23. October 2013, 17:01.
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| Toran | Wednesday, 23. October 2013, 17:00 Post #4 |
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Toran flopped onto the couch with a thwump and blinked his frosty blue eyes. So far he hadn't actually had much to drink, nor imbibed in any of the other party flavors going around. Stretching his long arms along the back he leaned back and put his moccasin feet up onto the table. "Yeah, probably shouldn't blow the place up if we don't know who owns the house. Never know what kind of backup security system might go off and I for one, don't feel like explaining to the Lt Commander why I'm at an unsupervised house party that exploded. Especially since he'd be SURE I built the thing." Toran grimaced and snorts. "You blow up ONE rival team's mascot and suddenly you're a terrorist in training." He grins at the two of them. "You guys notice the Prom Couple? Heh... Paul's dressed as a giant bean bag." |
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| Mac | Wednesday, 23. October 2013, 17:41 Post #5 |
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She rolled over on the couch to look up at Moshe, which was probably a first. Standing flat she towered over most boys, except a few on the Football team. Sitting with him up at the back of the couch however, put him up higher than she was.. it also put the light directly behind him, and framed him in a golden light of epic heavenly halo as he spoke about blowing shit up. Anarchist on high. Or, a high anarchist? Whatever, boy was speaking directly to her trouble soul with those words. She grinned, something rather dark glint in her eyes in the way she viewed him. "Oh boy, you are speaking my language. Not the essay shit, but the whole... let's make big big booms thing." Essay? Did they have an essay due? Meh, she'd find out in class at some point when she was told it she was flunking. It was a theme in her life. She wasn't entirely stupid, she was just lazy. If she put the work in she got the marks, unforunately she liked weed, football, and fire spinning a whole lot more than she liked getting good marks. Especially so far away from Mellisah, without her sister constantly bothering her to do work and turn it in... she pretty much skated by on the coach harassing other teachers into giving her endless extensions. Eventually she got most of the shit done. She looked to Toran as he kiboshed the best idea she'd heard in a while, rolling her eyes and shaking her bottle of Vodka at him. "Kill joy. What if we just do it outside and make sure the house doesn't burn down? Part of the yard wont be missed, did you see the size of it?" |
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| Tzippy | Wednesday, 23. October 2013, 21:37 Post #6 |
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"Yeah! What she said! Outside! I even said out in the backyard, Toran! Jesus fuck, fun killer!," the small boy flailed his arms in a matter rather reminiscent of Animal from the Muppets as he spoke excitedably. A time or two, he had to catch himself to stop from falling backwards off the couch. Scuttling aside so Toran could stretch his arms, he pulled himself into a crouch, gargoyle like as he hovered over the older boy's shoulder, leaning forward so his expression can be seen, pale and bloodshot eyes narrowed. Raising a finger dramatically and accusatorily, he continued, "Fun. Killer." "Seriously, Brad Wells and his buddies are out there probably being dicks to some poor kids and radiating assholishness to bring down the happy and peaceful vibes. You would deny us that opportunity to do some good? I thought you were lawful good, man! Letting me down! Letting all your fellow paladins down! What about justice? What about.... Um... Synonym for justice.... RIGHTEOUSNESS! MORALITY! COME ON, HARVEY DENT! WHITE KNIGHT AWAY!" Edited by Tzippy, Wednesday, 23. October 2013, 21:38.
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| Toran | Wednesday, 23. October 2013, 21:41 Post #7 |
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"AAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH" Toran pulled at his long hair and blinked his blue eyes. "You guys are going to get me expelled. Fine. ONE bomb! In the yard. And I supervise to make sure nobody gets hurt! But... if you want to make it spell something in the burn pattern on the lawn.. that's fine. As long as it's not anything that'll get us caught." The big 18 year old shook his head at his friends. "Is it the pot that makes you insane? Or does it just free the beast or something?" He shakes his head and contemplates that he needs to drink more. Or something. He also decides that if he gets caught and pummeled by the Lt. Commander, he was going to weld Mac and Moshe to the flag pole and leave them overnight. |
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| Mac | Thursday, 24. October 2013, 03:00 Post #8 |
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"Let's burn a giant COCK into the yard!" She leapt up to her knee's on the couch, so that she wobbled up and down on its springs shifting under her weight. Fuck yeah! She'd take back the joint, to take a long and surprisingly slow in hail, the cherry on the end burning bright red. She then removed the near burnt out spliff from between her lips, holding her breath for several seconds before letting a hard exhail through the nose create a look of an angry dragon. "I call Chaotic Neutral Rogue that gets to go around spanking people. Anyone want anymore of this? Toran? You fucking smoke this shit man..." She'd wave the end of the joint at him, a challenge in her blood shot eyes. Come on good boy, be bad. She knew he could be, when he'd let himself. If he chose not to? All the better, because she'd just escalate behavior and get up to shit he couldn't control. Hahahaha, god yeah. Where were the nerds? Edited by Mac, Thursday, 24. October 2013, 03:04.
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| Tzippy | Thursday, 24. October 2013, 20:37 Post #9 |
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"Works for me! Also, chaotic good sorcerer," the smaller boy replied, grinning and seeming to settle to a more manageable volume now that Toran had caved on the matter. He flailed as Mac suddenly moved the couch shifting under his weight as the spliff was taken away. A hasty grab to the other boy's shoulder was all that saved him from a tumble backwards. "Wait, Toran hasn't smoked yet?! Why the fuck not?!," pulling himself back up, Moshe turned to stare at him, furrowing his brow. He didn't think Toran would really be that much of a stick in the mud, right? "Come on, dude! Peer pressure! Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeer pressuuuuuuuuuure!" |
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| Toran | Thursday, 24. October 2013, 20:46 Post #10 |
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The big guy sighs. So far he'd managed to avoid Mac putting him in a place where she could offer him a smoke. But, fuck it, it was a party. He took the joint between this thick fingers with the same delicate agility that confused to many and put it to his lips. Inhaling like he would a cigarette he drew it in and held his breath. His face turned red and the muscles in his neck flexed as he repressed the urge to cough. A really, strange, sensation came over him. First a burning unpleasantness, then a sort of sweet, mellow.. herbal sensation in his nose. His eyes watered and he felt a kind of mellow tingle run through his muscles. Coughing he exhaled a cloud of smoke. "Urghk" he managed with a grimace. |
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| Mac | Thursday, 24. October 2013, 21:21 Post #11 |
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She was almost dissapointed he rose to the challenge so magniciently, grinning as he coughed on his exhail. She then moved to wave her hands upwards at the vents, trying to get the scent of the basements skunk flowing up through the house to lure in all the other pot heads in the building. Everyone smoked weed these days, it's like social glue. You could usually find more people making a cloud than drinking, although currently she did both rather spectacularily. "Toran likes to be the gooooood boy on the team.... So, think Flint's going to get into Tits McGee's pants? I've caught him lookin at her before, in the halls and shit. Seriously, get the fuck on with it already. I don't even understand the hesitation. You want it? Go for it... Jesus." She took another swig from the bottle of Vodka, on her feet and beginning to jump on the couch. They needed music, and she bounced down to turn the basement stereo up and then jumped right back on, the ridiculos belt of a skirt hiding absolutely nothing as she bopped up and down shakin her booty. |
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| Ashley Amber | Saturday, 26. October 2013, 00:40 Post #12 |
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Her heels made a soft tapping sound during her descent towards the basement meanwhile grabbing the little bag of grass from her bra. Her fingers were swift and obviously used to rolling her fun sticks. Her tongue slipped across the edge to keep the leaf together. The moment she placed the cigarette at her lips she had reached the end of the stairs. She was still standing two stairs up and looked at everyone down there with a slight shock on her face. Yes! She had heard their voices but had been so hypnotised while rolling her smoke she hadn't given it a second thought. And yes she did smell the weed air in the basement but she still felt like she got busted for a bad thing. In an instant she fumbled the little plastic bag away in her bra again before slipping her cigarette behind her right ear so it was hidden away in her hair. "Erm... Hi guys!" She said with a wave of her hand. "I'm Ashley. The new cheerleader at school." Her Australian accent was easy to spot. And that was a stupid introduction. Why didn't she just went upstairs again instead of opening her mouth? Ashley stood there a little frozen. Her eyes flying from one to another. Moshe was an unknown face. She was not sure she had seen him before. When Toran came in sight she smiled sweetly. Damn that boy looked fine! He wouldn't have to ask things twice if they were the right questions. The thought made her giggle until she saw Mac. She had seen this woman play. There was some sort of maniac hidden in her. The way she shouted and handled people like trash. Mac was the last person she wanted to hang out with. She had heard things about her that scared her a bit but you could not show fear or think of fear when being around people like her. Ashley had no doubt on her mind Mac could sense it or smell it that there was slight terror cultivating inside her when her green gaze had stopped when she saw the barely covered bouncing babe. She tilted her head a little to the side watching the scene with a frown. Edited by Ashley Amber, Saturday, 26. October 2013, 00:44.
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| Tzippy | Saturday, 26. October 2013, 21:03 Post #13 |
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Moshe aimed an absent minded glance towards Mac as she bounced up to play with the stereo, because hey, he might have preferred guys but that didn't mean he couldn't look, right? But then he was abruptly distracted thumping Toran on the back as he coughed and groaned. "Tits McGee? She doesn't look to warrant that nickname, does she? And I mean, I know tits. When you're my height in high school, you get to know them very well...." He waved his free hand for emphasis, "In any case, legitimate moniker or no, yeah, Flint's making a play for them." His eyes flicked to the interloper in Chill Time, studying the new girl languidly before turning away to dig in his backpack for a cigarette of his own. When he had it though, he settled for rolling it between his fingers, waving to Toran and Mac and then back to Ashley. "Hey, Crocodile Dundee over there is more your scene, right?" |
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| Mac | Monday, 28. October 2013, 21:29 Post #14 |
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Her hands came up to her own chest as Moshe questioned the monicker of 'Tits McGee' being applied to Aguirre. She looked down, squeezing her tiny little B cups with a sort of lamenting sadness and a sigh. "Pretty much everyone can be Tits McGee when compared with me little dude. Really, they're barely noticable. Some day I'll get an amazing set of fakies." She sighed almost dreamily, in no way disturbed at the idea of having a fake set of breasts. It was a common fantasy of hers, one she'd been dwelling on since she was like 10. She had always hoped to grow up to have a great rack, but nature was not so kind. "Holy shit though, check out the rack on the new girl. I think she's hiding weed down there. Toran, cop a feel and find a new joint to light up." She was a bully, easily. She was also an instigator, she'd totally instigate in this situation. She was still standing on the couch, looking over the back of it at the new girl who had stuffed what looked suspiciously like a doobie down her tits. Edited by Mac, Monday, 28. October 2013, 21:29.
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| Toran | Monday, 28. October 2013, 21:36 Post #15 |
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The big teen turned his head slowly to regard the new girl. A slight grin crossed his lips and he shook his head. Between the mellow buzz from the joint and the beer he'd had, he was feeling pretty relaxed. His deep voice was soft as he tried to keep his voice down, and maybe failed miserably. "Well... While I wouldn't mind doing a bit of a search.. I'm afraid I wouldn't want the audience.. well, maybe." His frosty blue eyes blinked several times as he realized he had spoken out loud. "Oh, fuck. Ummm..." A dark red flush traveled up his tanned neck and onto his ears and he tried to slouch down further into his spot on the couch, causing it to tilt as his legs pushed into the ground and he had nowhere to go. |
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| Ashley Amber | Monday, 28. October 2013, 21:57 Post #16 |
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The girl laughed a short bitter laugh while she looked Moshe. "Crocodile Dundee, heh? Just be happy I ain't Irish or I had to shoot a fucking rainbow in your leprechaun ass to found a pot of gold." she giggled while she threw an imaginary boomerang. Her eyes rolled to the side while she took the remaining two stairs down. She walked over to them but didn't sat down. Even though she had a fierce skip in her step she did seem flustered by what Mac had said. "I always heard you were the one who didn't mind putting her hands in and on things?" she said with a mean smirk while her light green gaze turned towards Toran. "If you dare pretty boy... you are always welcome to search a little." Her hands grabbed her own boobs and lifted them provocatively. How cute that he blushed and she immediately let her hand go through his hair before planting her own ass on his lap. "So what do you think? Up for a little game of search and find?" Edited by Ashley Amber, Tuesday, 29. October 2013, 08:47.
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| Tzippy | Tuesday, 29. October 2013, 15:49 Post #17 |
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"Not big enough for me, babe. Not unless you've been keeping a pretty big secret," the younger teen drawled, making an obscene gesture so that there was no mistake as to what he was referring to. He rolled his eyes as he watched the conversation between Toran and Ashley, snorting and hopping down from his perch on the couch, "In any case, if you guys are going to flirt badly, I'm of the inclination to spare myself the nausea and go on a search and seizure expedition." |
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| Toran | Tuesday, 29. October 2013, 16:28 Post #18 |
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Toran runs his big hands up Ashley's legs, sliding them slowly, just enough pressure for her to feel the callouses on his palms, taking care to slide along her skin. His hands slide up the length of her body towards the breasts she offered. His breath is hot behind her ear and she feels his tongue slide along the outside of her right ear, slipping the joint into his lips, even as his hands slip up to cup her breasts and squeeze, before shifting to pop them free of her costume. His head turns to Moshe with a wink. "Got a light?" His deep voice rumbles, even as his frosty blue eyes stare at the smaller boy. "And don't go... she might not be all the company I'm in the mood for. You guys have got me feeling... adventurous." The big teen doesn't have much of a reputation for dating around the school. All the locker rumors about his one time with Mac is about it. He turns to look at Mac with a grin.. his eyes gleaming. "But I'm willing to go farther down here than any of you brave souls.." His deep voice rumbles as he lets out a laugh. Perhaps the beer and pot have gone to his head, or maybe, maybe he's just sick of being considered a pure soul'd white knight. |
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| Mac | Tuesday, 29. October 2013, 20:59 Post #19 |
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She watched Toran trail his hands up Ashley's figure, teasing and tempting and trying his best to pull off dark Toran charm. Hmmm, did Weed make him more aggressive? Must, cuz he rarely got so...frisky so easily. "Come on Moshe, even gay men think tits are the tits. Come on, they're fun to play with even if they don't get you all hot n bothered. If not, you're welcome to start acquiring explosive ingredients..." She got up then, and she'd move with all the grace and sex appeal of a girl who'd been slutty her entire life. She knew exactly how to walk when she wanted to, exactly how to slide her thighs together and sway the hips, tilt of her face and pouty expression as she moved to straddle Ashley in Torans lap. She'd take his challenge. She was facing the cheer leader, their heat pressed together as she grinned into the new girls wide eyes and simple, beautiful face. She'd shift a little, so the two of them ground down against Torans lap, a considerable weight. Her zippo coming up to light what Toran held at his lips, flickering to life to light his joint. "Go as -far- down as you'd like Toran, you deserve some great ass. Maybe then, you'll stop pining after mine." Yeah, she was a cunt. She'd then push off them both, and go to blow out of there and find other entertainment. Let those two fuck if that's what they wanted to do, although considering how rude she was she sorta hoped she'd cock blocked him like crazy. On another level, she hoped he could salvage and score. At least get a titty job, girl had fantastic boobs. |
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| Ashley Amber | Wednesday, 30. October 2013, 12:55 Post #20 |
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The little kid could say all he wanted to say because her flared up temper melted like snow in the sun when she felt the rough big hands from Toran sneak up her legs. They slithered across her body like a snake and it felt so good. The warm breath on the skin behind her ears made her hot in an instant and when his tongue touched her a shiver went down her spine. She closed her eyes and a soft sigh escaped her. His firm grasp on her breasts only raised her inner temperature. She could feel that low burn in the pit of her belly. “Hmm, that’s a good boy.” She whispered with great pleasure. But then Toran said something wrong. He wanted more company? Before Ashley could say something she noticed Mac getting up and she was surprisingly female. So soft, sensual, sweet... her swaying hips almost hypnotic. The blonde her mouth dropped a little when she watched Mac get closer and closer and... On her lap? Wait! What? She wasn’t scared of a little play but this was a first. A firm blush appeared on her cheeks as the girl in front of her stared deeply in her eyes. The pressure from Mac pushed her down against Toran which she didn’t mind at all. Luckily Ashley was quick to adapt and her own curious hands found their way towards Mac’s behind. She liked grabbing a nice ass and she certainly had a nice one. Then without warning the moment was gone. “Fuck” she muttered under her breath when Mac got up. “Hey hunny bunny I thought you were more...” She paused, leaving the tension hanging a bit while she chuckled. “... ballsy than most guys. Guess the rumours aren’t true then. You ain’t that tough.” From her bra the bag of weed was sticking out and her own lighter but also some cash. With a mischievous grin she grabbed some dollars and lifted her dress, revealing more of her legs and a part of her underwear. Her lingerie was white and decorated with some pink ribbons here and there. Her fingers slipped the notes in her panties and she smiled even more. “I heard you never leave an opportunity to put your money where your mouth is... but I guess that’s not true either.” Or better yet put your mouth where my money is Ashley though while she shifted her body a quarter to the side so she was with her back against Toran’s massive torso. Her head rested against his shoulder. Her legs slightly spread to cultivate the tension so the fire could burn even more within her. |
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