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Post by dave on Jun 11, 2011 2:48:03 GMT -5
The way their bodies looked was like trees and telephone-poles and lightning bolts and large, moving, thrashing things with shadows on walls, writhing, criss-crossing and violently exploding. The music was warm and close and sweaty and loud and booming and angry. David could taste it on the roof of his mouth, like sweat and confusion and all this passion that kept on building.
The rest of the band was somewhere, scattered around the room. There were too many people to count or care for. Dave was buried beneath the hips and bust and muscular core of a girl who registered only as a pair of pink lips and nimble, clever hands. She had long yellow hair that fell between her shoulders, with cold, green eyes and red, red lips. He twisted the game around with every different chorus, changing from bottom to top or from couch to floor. No names, no back-stories, no questions asked.
In the hotel room, with the dancing bodies, there was tequila, beer, vodka, whiskey; what ever poison the drinker saw fit. It gathered on the taut and toned navels of girls and boys alike, waiting to be married with the taste of lime and the stirring sensation of lips and tongues.
The toxins in the blood were paired with any number of drugs, designer or otherwise. Glassy eyes and sweat-jeweled skin, pupils gaping and pupils pin-prick in size. Ghosts and pixies other worlds and new sounds and strange colors and succulent tastes mingled in that place.
The lights flashed, strobes, colors, camera-flashes. Frames froze their faces forever, washed out, hazy, gleaming, often grinning, always lost.
Beneath the girl, between her thighs, with her hands tugging at his hair and creasing his clothing, Dave heaved an exhausted, contented. He twisted his fingers in the short brown hair, thumbed the edge of her red-brown lips and looked up into her wide, blue-gray eyes. It felt like so many years since she tightened those needle-tracked arms around his neck, or pressed her rail-thin body so frantically close to his chest. "Damn, Chrys," he smiled into the crook of her neck. "Baby-girl, you're so fuckin-"
Her hands flattened on his chest, pushing him away. Her green eyes narrowed on his face as she hissed. "Asshole. My name's not Kristy." She unstrung her long legs from his lap. "And fucker, that's like the fifth time you've called me that. Go find your fucking girlfriend, bastard."
She left David, dazed and confused. He blew a forelock of hair from his eyes, darting out his hand on the end of a long arm to grab the first bottle he could get his fingers around. "Well fuck you two, baby-doll."
He tossed a shot back, feeling it burn all the way to his belly.
California, baby. Let's burn this to the fucking ground.
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Post by CAMERON JULIETT SHARPP on Jun 18, 2011 16:10:43 GMT -5
 when i leave for the night
i ain't coming back[/i][/right][/font] "Chug, chug, chug!" The support from the people that she didn't even know was comforting to her. The booze slid down her throat as if it were water, and she could hear the cheers as she stood on shaky feet, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. She thrust her fists into the air as a sign of pride before stumbling away to begin dancing with the next guy she laid eyes on.
The music pounded and the bodies of the people thrashed. Nearly everybody was dancing sexually - at a party like this, the word "innocence" was unknown to them. Just one peek could tell even the most oblivious person: people were sprawled over the couch, half asleep while others danced upon their nearly unconcious bodies; a pot cigeratte was getting passed around a considerably small yet noticable group; nearly everyone that wasn't dancing had a bottle of alcoholic substance in their greedy hands and lastly, couples pressed up against walls and on the dancefloor, lips touching, tongues thrashing. The party, obviously, wasn't for the faint of hearted.
Cammie's boozed up mind couldn't even recall who had brought her here in the first place. She struggled to remember, for whatever reason, before moving away from the guy before her, throwing him away as if he was trash to her. He was.
She seen David Harlem with his lips against some girls neck. That was who brought her, her mind whispered unnessacerily, before she muttered something about him being a dick to Jayde all the time. Where was Jayde? She was so buzzed. She couldn't even remember if she'd come or not.
She could remember bringing Cyrus, though. She'd lost him, she realised. A feeling of guilt passed through the blonde momentarily before she shook it off. Crimm was here, she hoped. Perhaps he was with her. Or maybe he was finally getting off with a girl instead of being hung up over his ex.
Flinching into the present again, she moved past Dave, ignoring him for that moment and focusing more on getting to the pot getting passed around. A red-headed chick moved to pass it to a black haired male, before Cameron snatched it quickly and took a long drag, exhaling slowly before stubbing the cig out with her foot and walking back through the dance floor once again.
The place Harlem had been fooling around on was occupied by two snogging females. She shoved past them, before spying the boy without the girl on his arm. The blonde bombshell heard him murmur, "Well fuck you two, baby-doll." before he took a swig of the drink. She made her way over to him with a drunken grin.
"H-Hey," was the only word she said before she took a drink from his own drink and handing it back to him. "You knooow, you're a prick..." She paused to try and stop swaying, holding onto his arm as the drugs finally began to take affect on her. She looked back up at the man, a more sinister grin on her face this time. "...Riiiight?" Referring to him getting off with some girl he didn't even know when he was dating Jayde. She pinched his arm between her thumb and index finger. She wasn't too angry, she was too high, and too drunk. David should have been thankful.
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Post by kyra on Jun 22, 2011 1:44:54 GMT -5
 There was a ton of fuckery going on in Kyra’s life and the only way she was going to sort it out was by getting trashed and having reckless fun that she could possibly regret later. Alright, so maybe that wasn’t going to solve shit-- but Kyra damn well needed it. There she was, sharing a tour bus with her exboyfriend who was having a shitty time with his current girlfriend that was having his child; meanwhile Kyra and Abner seemed to be an even bigger mess than Abner and his preggo lady. Every night it was something. Either they were ignoring each other, inadvertently upsetting the other, arguing, crying, hugging, swearing. Day to day it was something new and no matter what they did to try to squash things or figure out a way to coexist, something else came up.
And that wasn’t where it ended.
There was some sort of something going on with her and Adonis. They had talked about what that “something” was and had decided they were both okay on knowing that the “something” existed without putting a label on it quite yet. But even though there was no label, Kyra still felt a whole lot of guilt cuddling in to Abner on the nights where they were both happy enough with each other for him to sleep in her bunk. Every time she and her ex got in to it about their feelings or made up with each other it wasn’t his pregnant girlfriend Kyra felt sorry for, it was Adonis. He was an amazing guy who was nothing but sweet and understanding (and greeeeat in the sack). And although she and Abner weren’t technically doing anything physical-- it still felt like she was doing Adonis dirty.
Therefore, she needed to get al sorts of fucked up.
She and Gavin had decided that before they even got to the party that some Jack and Coke (light on the Coke) were in order. After Evie had taken little Milo to Mira and Benji, Kyra had drug Gavin to Evie’s bus to get the party started. It was safe to say that Kyra was nice and toasty by the time the cab had gotten there and she hadn’t put the flask down the whole ride.
“No boys tonight,” she reminded her ladies as they stepped in to the party that was full swing. “This is completely for… partying purposes. Fuck boys. I mean-- don’t, not tonight. I mean… Shut up.” Kyra laughed and started moving her hips to the music. Did she just say ‘fuck boys’? Cause already she spied a couple of candidates worthy of dragging in to a corner.
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Post by GAVIN SUMMER BROOKS on Jun 22, 2011 12:57:54 GMT -5
  Running a hand through her dark hair, Gavin looked outside of the cab window. She held a small flask in her lap (it was green, saying hot mess on it) She unscrewed the cap and took a sip of the straight whiskey that was in there. Gavin had always had a weakness for Jack Daniels. She looked over to Evie and Kyra, basically the only people she tended to hang out with, her best friends as she considered them. Gav didn't have many friends really before the tour, now she had a few. But she considered the two girls to be the ones she was closest too. She took another sip, her mind wandering a little. It was easy to tell that Gavin was pretty tipsy and ready for a party. She hadn't thought about Daniel really, only because she was still feeling slightly awkward about the whole hotel thing. She was confused when she woke up cuddled on him in the bathtub, (how the fuck did she end up in a bathtub?) Still, this was strictly against Gavin's rules. She was trying to be careful. Taking another sip and then another, it was obvious her thoughts were still wandering over the whole Daniel subject, she knew she didn't sleep with him, if that happened she would probably stop talking to him. Along with this whole problem, there was Andy. Andrea, satan's mistress as Evie called her. Gavin had a few choice descriptive words herself. She remembered getting the wedding invitation in a few days ago and going completely ballistic. Why shouldn't she? She didn't find it fair that her cheating ex husband was marrying her younger sister. She felt as if she was a failure in some way, with that thought it caused another sip from the bottle. That wasn't the least of her problems though. Finding out Andy was singing and playing bass for a band on tour caused some uneasy feelings. Uneasy wasn't really the word to describe it. It was more like, she was going to shoot herself in the face feelings. Pushing the thoughts out of her mind, she turned and looked at Kyra, who was muttering something about the no boys rule that they had came up. Letting out a laugh as the pink haired girl fumbled over the words. " You know Kyra, the more drunk we get, the more likely we are going to be to break these rules. WE KEEP EACH OTHER IN CHECK OKAY!?" She yelled loudly, as of right now, she was in a good mood, but knowing Gavin it could change any second and that would be a scary thought. The more reckless she'd get, the more possibilities of her doing something stupid and to be truthful, she would do something stupid. Gavin walked into the party and the music's beat suddenly embedded itself into her brain as she started dancing to the beat. She wasn't sure how some people did it in heels, but Gav had learned how to dance with them on as she kept moving her hips, looking around the party and seeing some boys she'd would never jump into bed with. She kept taking sips from her flask and then stuffed it into her bag when it was empty. The alcohol taking over and she knew she was drunk. words: five something tag: kyra and everyone else outfit here
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Post by dave on Jun 22, 2011 23:12:12 GMT -5
California, baby. Let's burn this to the fucking ground.
David rose from the couch to wade into the sea of bodies, brushing up against the gyrating parts of too-drunk women, sandwiched occasionally between a pair of girls, which, especially while still on the fringe of sobriety, gave him a particular yearning in the nether-parts.
As the songs switched, he felt a pair of hands pry the bottle from his grip. "H-Hey," came the familiar voice as the song warmed up. David swiveled about, finding his arm tangled in the slender embrace of Cammie. He'd unleashed her on the scene earlier in the evening as the festivities had started and had, frankly, forgotten her existence once the alcohol had broken out. Cammie tossed her weight against him, drinking straight from his bottle as he maintained eye-contact with her, his face blank. "You knooow, you're a prick..." she slurred, digging her nails peevishly into the skin of Dave's arm.
She swayed, using him as her center of balance, clearly sloshed, clearly tripping balls. "...Riiiight?" She looked up at him, her face painted up with a smirk. David let her hang off of him as he took his bottle back, swigging down another burning mouthful. The girl was even pushier drunk than she was sober.
"Lighten up, Cammers," the boy turned her around so that their chests met, pressing the bottle back into her hands. He shifted, his hand grazing her ass as he bent his head down the considerable distance between his lips and her neck. The kiss was quick, but wet with whiskey. His teeth pinched her pale skin before he raised again, scooping her up and swiftly depositing her in one of the coolers that had been positioned liberally through-out the suite. "Get your own booze, sweet-heart." .It was a party, after all. Be merry.
When ISE had initially taken out the room for the night, one of the provisions made by the helpful staff from their buss had been to fill the sinks of the kitchen and bathroom with ice, as well as the oversized bathtub and, as the night wore on, likely the toilet. Any available vessel was converted to a liquor-trough. Having properly extinguished Cammie for the next several minutes -- she was too drunk to even stand upright, much less navigate her scrawny ass safely out of the container full of cold beer and melting ice -- he made his way for the room boasting the highest alcohol content.
There were already people laying in the tub when he arrived, distributing beers, ales and the sweeter drinks for girls and quiffs who couldn't handle the taste. A girl pressed a beer into David' hand, sitting up from the glistening ice-cubes to press her chilly lips over his mouth. David accepted the beer, kissing her back. Fans. They could be the biggest dick-holes in the world, but, fucks-sake, girls loved famous men. He laid a playful kiss between her breasts before turning away, uncapping his beverage on the edge of the bathroom counter.
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Post by SAMAI EVELYN MENDIOLA on Jun 23, 2011 1:48:24 GMT -5
 stars in our eyes
'cuz we're having a good time
she hadn’t done this in a while. there really hadn’t been many people around that she trusted with milo, so leaving him with someone to get fucked up and party was not something that happened regularly. when she’d met mira and benji – the two automatically made milo love them somehow. and from day one, on - evie had to, regularly, stop milo from whining when mira was around and he couldn’t get to her. it was an amazing feat… and considering milo got weary of people quickly, the fact that after all this time he hadn’t gotten sick of her or benji, evie knew it was a sign from her mother earth. and she embraced it. evie quickly dropped a sleepy milo off to mira and benji and soon… she was dressed and ready to go out to party.
like her girls, she’d already been a little tipsy walking into the party. but she had class. there was no falling over and looking like a sloppy igor-ish mess. no, that’s not the way evie rolled. she ginned, looking around at all the beautiful men and women surrounding him. no boys tonight. evie grinned. “no boys? does this mean I can have my pick of ladies?” she asked, laughing lightly and then couldn’t help but laugh more as kyra spoke saying fuck boys. “one night of letting my hair down and I can’t bring home a souvenir? damnit.” she laughed again and then looked around, searching for the booze. when her eyes hit the cooler, she grinned. “I’m going for a beer. to chase this vodka a bit. bitches can’t get sloppy.” she laughed and smacked kyra’s ass. “I’ll be back, babe.” she said, before winking and going over to the first cooler. she looked through it, and that one was empty. evie sighed and made her way towards another just as some chick was thrown in one. she laughed aloud and then went over, and after sticking her bottle of Smirnoff in her back pocket as best as she could – she toke the girl’s arm and pulled her up. “if you don’t mind – I’m hankering for a beer.” when she got the girl, whoever she was, to her feet, evie quickly grabbed a beer then moved out of the way so that the girl could fall back all she wanted. evie laughed some then popped open her bottle and took a swig.
making her way back over to kyra and gavin proved slightly difficult as she kept stopping to tell a girl how beautiful she looked. but when she finally got over, she couldn’t help but dance. she wrapped her arms around kyra’s tiny waist and danced a little. “kyraaaa. can we go break some hearts? get some hopes up and watch them crash and burn?” she asked, laughing slightly before letting the pink haired girl go to move to her front. evie took another swig of her drink before kissing both kyra’s and gavin’s cheeks. “I needed a party night. I’m so fucking glad I came along.” she smiled at her girls and then started moving her own hips to the music. “please tell me we’re allowed to dance with some hot ass guys…” she said, catching the eye of a particularly good looking man.
TAGGED her girls & the party WORD COUNT 550 MUSE okay. MUSIC lady gaga OUTFIT here LYRICS so happy i could die - lady gaga NOTES (: she has a small bottle like this sitting in her back pocket.
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Post by LENNOX COLE MADDEN on Jun 23, 2011 11:35:06 GMT -5
 Lennox had heard about this said party and decided why the fuck not? He grabbed some articles of clothing and headed to his back bunk to change.He pulled a fitted white V-neck t on over his torso and a striped grey hoodie that he shrugged up over his shoulders. A pair of acid washed black-faded grey jeans,cenched on with a studded black belt and a pair of solid white vans on his feet. His attire was complete. The boy has already been drinking for a good couple of hours and unlike many of the people on tour he was no light weight. He was just on the verge of tipsy but still fully
functioning...that would have to change. Nox shoved his keys in his pocket and headed over to where all the commotion was supposed to be going on. Noticing the mass amount of bodies flowing into one area he decided that was the place and he weaved himself in with the crowd. In the following moments a body bumped into him from the left extremely hard, almost knocking off his balance and causing him to fall off his feet. "Watch were you're go-Dave!" the body was another lanky, male such as himself, David fucking Harlem. Right behind him was Cammie waving her self around like a nutso with her body slightly leaning to the left. "Cammie" he chuckled. The girl was just as much of a partier as himself, and probably by now more so. "What the fuck is this? Who the hell are these women?" Nox asked allowed. People he'd never seen were making the room throb, mixed with the occasional tour buddy here and there. he spotted the girl everybody had been talking about "kyra" over in the right corner holding hands with gavin who was telling her something that looked rather important.
The crowd mingled and swayed and he lost sight of the girls he had seen. This place was slowly becomming more packed. "maybe I'll just be a wall flower." he mutteed slipping between bodies and beer cans. he was headed in the direction of the females and spotted another, Evie. She was right behind Kyra, which made a lot of sence considering last nights texts said Evie and Kyra were best buds. nox crept along the back wall and as he approached the girls he slinked her arms around Evie's middle and spun her in a small circle before placing her back on her feet. "Glad to see somebody I like." he grinned. "introduce me to your pal?" he asked, giving Kyra a small smirk. gav and him were already aquainted so he gave her a friendly wave and waited for the following events of the night to go on..
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Post by NIKKO ALEXANDER NERO on Jun 23, 2011 18:30:03 GMT -5
(I can l i v e off the b e a t s or I could d i e from the d a n c i n g...)
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It was a known fact that everyone was invited to the parties that were held at third-rate hotels. Well, at least the people who weren't stuck up managers or people that got arrested every single time they ended up within two miles of a party that was happening. Outside of that, it was an unsaid invitation to everyone when they'd whisper out to other band people. Or when stylists would put mascara on girls, or pyro techs would help the lead singers set up their mic stands so they ignited at the end of the show. (It'd happened once before, don't think it was a common occurance. Microphones were expensive.) Things would be whispered about hotel rooms being infested with party-goers, and it was usually picked out that Nikko wouldn't go to these things. Or, so, they assumed. Most people knew Nikko's sad and insane fear of alchohol, and while he didn't mind people who were tipsy, he usually couldn't stomach when people were completley drunk around him.
But that night, he decided to suck it up, be a man, and go to the parties with beer cans littering the floor, and actually try to engage in a conversation with someone. He sighed, looking at his shoes, something he'd chosen for their overall versitility in this situation. Some people were being stupid, and jumping off couches, and there was a few fangirls jumping around like idiots on crack. Nikko sighed, assuming they most likely were on crack (hey, they were in California, after all. Everything goes in California) and he sighed, leaning against a couch with it's side pressed to the wall. It was one of those couches that smelled like pizza and vodka, two things that Nikko could barely tolerate. The room was hot and sticky, and he wanted to go outside, vomit and possibly go back to the tour bus, eat his ramen that some Japanese fan had sent to tour and pass out cold on his own couch.
But, his intention that night would be to brave it out. Until... a time. He glanced at the television screen that was hovering between sports and music videos, and it read a time that he couldn't make out. Hell, he'd give himself an hour to stay. If he liked it, he'd stay. And maybe he would... if he really tried. Sighing, he crossed his sneakers over the other one, hearing a loud and wreckless song pouring over a thick set boombox that sat in the corner. Electronica, a definate guilty pleasure for Nikko. Sure, he may be the lead singer in a band that sounded like the rolling stones met modern rock, but it didn't mean he didn't have a weakness for electronic and wreckless noises or even brash lyrics. It didn't mean he had to shun the whole mainstream remixes thing. He smiled at the thing in the corner, it's noise pulsing through the whole scene like it would in a movie about high school parties.
He closed his brown eyes, and then opened them and started to attempt to pick out familiar faces of people. A photographer for some band Nikko wasn't really good friends with, a guitarist with dazzling pink hair, and the co-head of the tour (Gavin, who Nikko usually was very anxious around, just due to being kicked off the tour at any moment if she said so...) then Dave, this one guy who hated his guts. Nikko sighed, tensing up a bit. Hell. No. Of course, Nikko. What did you expect? Rainbows. No, you got the guy that hated your shit, hated you, hated rival bands and loved his women. Nikko wasn't sure what half of the stuff Dave talked about was, and he didn't intend on it. Ever.Shuddering, Nikko tried to traverse the room without being noticed by people (sure, a few fans of his band asked for an autograph, which he gave with somewhat of an anxiousness) but it was difficult not to be noticed when you were 6' 3'' and wearing obnoxiously bright clothes.
Trying to find a corner where he could silently cry, he looked at his feet and brought his head back up. He would avoid. Avoid. Avoid. Avoid. Turning on his sneakers heels, he decided to screw it. He had japanese ramen, mango snapple, cupcake goldfish gahrams and tinychat to keep him busy for the next four hours. And if he really wanted to, he probably could screw around with some of the crap on the bus. As he focused on trying to find a successful route outside of the room, walking around peroxide blondes and purple high heels with the heels snapped off, when he finally met defeat. His white and yellow sneaker flipped over a particuarly dangerous pink leather purse, sending Nikko tumbling into the floor, and in a flurry, he tried to recover from the incident. Speaking over the drone, he raised his hands over his head. "It's Okay everyone!" Nikko was a pathetic loser at times, and he knew it.
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Post by BAILEE REBEKAH FINCH on Jun 23, 2011 21:22:31 GMT -5
 The tiny girl danced barefootaround the bus until she was dizzy. "Dave..? DAVEE??" she hollered, but no reply came back. She narrowed her eyes glaring in the direction of his bunk and walked over cautiously hoping not to walk in on him and a random female..AGAIN. She opened the door but with her eyes closed tightly. "ok! David Anthony Harlem. I'm tired of the grumpy-butt routine. You've been entirely too pissy recently and I think it's either time you app-" she stopped and peeked with one eye...The bus was empty. "Oh..Well hello there..lack of Davey." She shrugged and dove into her own bed, coming back out fully dressed and prepared for an outing. She peeked out the window and noticed it was already getting dark..Which made her a tad uncomfortable. "I really don't wanna go out there on my own." she whined to herself, grabbing a stuffed frog, at least now she had someone to talk to. She tip-toed in her extremely wild doc martins over to Nox's bus and walked right in, considering the door was left unlocked. "Nox?...DAVE??..." No reply. Things were beginning to feel a little weird, where the heck had everybody gone? She spotted a sticky note attached to the television from Nox to Greg "Off to the party, be back late" and she breathed a sigh of relief. Some party, THAT made sense. She tip-toed back onto the gravel and spotted lights off in the distance and a few women holding bottles walking out the gate of the tour site...possible partiers?
She clenched her frog and her camera tightly and followed them.
-She arrived, just as planned within no time. There were bumping bodies and throbbing music all over the pace, keeping her eyes wide and alert. Women were grinding all over people of both sexes, men were dry humping the spaces between women's legs and the atmosphere was hormones gone horribly wrong. A hand scaled Bailee's back and she screeched jumping completely around to see a drunk man trying to dance into her back "Pardon you! No way mister!" And she girl scurried deeper into the room. She spotted people against the wall and a few seated near, or on the couches to her left. Some of the less comfortable partiers or the ones so drunk they could no long hold themselves up. This was not Bailee's type of party. being with Nox and the girls for the Disney party, THAT was Bailee's idea of a good time. This party was kind of scary and she wished she knew the way back to the buses almost immediately...But she'd have to follow somebody back.
The tiny girl spotted a fellow who looked just as uncomfortable as she felt and she made her way to him. He was dressed in obnoxiously bright colored clothing, just like herself and sat on the edge of the couch avoiding the couple at the other end who were making out and all over each other. "Mind if I take a seat?" she asked Nikko, pointing to the space between him and the drunken couple. She would do her best to ignore the bodies as well..
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Post by SETH AUGUST HALL on Jun 23, 2011 21:28:01 GMT -5
Party scenes were not necessarily Seth’s thing.
Sure, he liked a good get together but things with a lot of people kind of made him nervous. But Mimi had knocked on his bus’ door babbling on about some hotel party and he’d agreed to go, if only to get her to shut up. But in all actuality, a part of him wanted to go. He was too concerned about the wellbeing of his friends and for once, he just wanted to get out and have some fun. Mimi must have sensed that, too, considering she’d already called him a ‘fucking tight wad’ at least three times in her attempts to persuade him to go.
Seth wasn’t dressed in anything particularly fancy, whereas Mimi had on one of her usual casual dresses that probably showed off too much leg. Her own reason for bringing Seth along was, in all honesty, that she needed someone to keep her in check. She was known to get a little crazy when she had some alcohol in her system (she was small, and therefore quite the lightweight) and she was trying to settle down now that she had Jimmy to think about. Seth was a buzzkill, or so she had gathered, and she liked that. She could work that to her advantage. But she wanted to go because she hadn’t actually let loose since deciding to knock her actions down a few notches in intensity. She figured it worked well for the both of them.
They stepped into the hotel room and Seth’s attention was immediately drawn to a group of familiar faces (Evie, Nox, Gavin) and, all the same, some unfamiliar ones (which Mimi guessed was Kyra, although she couldn’t really see high enough to get a good look). Seth pulled her over just as Nox set Evie down, and he wrapped his arm around Evie from behind, grinning. ”Well, look who we have here. A group of charming beauties- Nox included- and… Mimi. Quite a group,” he teased, beaming around at everyone.
Mimi furrowed her brow, glancing up at Seth. ”Watch your ball sack, Hall. I’m the perfect height to do some damange,” she pointed out, then glanced around, taking a deep breath. She was getting too old for this shit. She slipped her hand through her hair, looking up at the people in the group. ”Sup guys. Thought you all needed someone older to keep you in check. So, you know. I crashed. Hope you don’t mind, not that I’d leave even if you did.”
She turned her attention to Nox, then, obviously drawing her eyes from his crotch to his face, smirking. ”If I humor you and tell you that you have a big penis, would you go get me a drink? Valid question.”
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