From: whodoo	Date: March 8th, 2011 12:27 am (UTC)		(Link)
	12:00 - ?

Just because the party is over doesn't mean everything has to end

	From: yevgeni	Date: March 9th, 2011 07:09 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Yev/Emilie

Yevgeni was wasted at this point, he had enjoyed his conversation with his new friend Abernathy and had done a fantastic job of steering clear of most embarrassing situations. He wandered about aimlessly looking for his room mate or one of his friends, getting home on his own was near impossible. "Aleeeeeeeeeeeeeex," he called uselessly. "Briiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiian! Anyonnnnne!" he slumped against the wall, giggling uselessly.

	From: babalon	Date: March 9th, 2011 08:14 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Yev/Emilie

Emilie leaned heavily on the wall as she walked through the party, her hand sliding along its texture as she tried to balance herself. It more or less worked. In her other hand, a half-empty bottle of Goldschläger. She couldn't remember if she'd had anything else.

It had been an interesting night.

She didn't spot Yevgeni until she was almost right on top of him. Collision averted, she greeted him in the most appropriate way.

...Throwing her arms around him and nearly squealing, "BAMBI! I didnn' know you'eer heeere!"

	From: yevgeni	Date: March 9th, 2011 08:28 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Yev/Emilie

"Emilie!" he said brightly hugging her back and stumbling a little. He slumped back against the wall, bringing her with him, his arm still around her shoulders. "I have been here all night Emilie," he explained drunkenly. "I am a fool," he lamented. "I should have gone home early but I love scotch!" he cheered.

"Scotch scotch scotch! Yummy yummy yummy!" he sing songed.

	From: babalon	Date: March 9th, 2011 09:49 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Yev/Emilie

Emilie yelped, losing her balance and collapsing against him with breathless, cackling laughter.

"Noooo, don't go home," she protested, hugging him more tightly. She nuzzled against his shoulder. "Stayyyy. Stay and keep me companyyyy."

	From: yevgeni	Date: March 9th, 2011 10:01 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Yev/Emilie

Yev couldn't stop giggling now, adjusting his arm so he had a better grip on Emilie, he was terrified that she was going to fall down. "I will stay," he said. "But only for you Emilie Devlin!"

"Emilie!" he said his eyes going wide. "Where is your shirt?! Where are your pants?! You are not supposed to give your clothes away at Mardi Gras! Who took your clothes? I will go beat him up."

	From: babalon	Date: March 9th, 2011 10:28 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Yev/Emilie

Upon confirmation that he would stay, Emilie swayed a little from side to side. "Yaaay," She replied, sing-song.

When he began to freak out about her lack of clothing, she leaned back a little, loosening her hug to look down at herself--as if she needed to confirm the strapless bodysuit that she'd been wearing.

Worse still, it was starting to slip down. She giggled, tugging the top up with a bashful "Whoops!"

Hugging him again, she kissed his cheek. He was too cute sometimes-- strangely naive, even. "These are my clothes, Bambi! Toooo-too fucking... hot outside. I dun like iiiit."

	From: yevgeni	Date: March 9th, 2011 10:38 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Yev/Emilie

Yev beamed at Emilie's cheer. He followed her eyes and accidentally glimpsed a little more flesh than he ever wanted to see is his friend. "Oh no," he flushed red and covered his face with one of his giant hands. "I did not see anything! Well a little but I was not looking! I am sorry!" he really couldn't stop giggling.

"Here, here," he peeled off his purple shirt and put it over her head. "It is not a heavy shirt, you will like it. It smells very good too," he said adjusting it around her shoulders, his clumsy hands grazing her chest as he pulled it down. His face just got redder. "I am sorry!"

	From: babalon	Date: March 9th, 2011 10:52 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Yev/Emilie

Emilie burst into laughter. She shook her head, tutting softly. "Stop apologizing, it's whatever."

Tugging the shirt the rest of the way down, she tilted her head, her thin brows furrowing with the effort drunken thought took. "But now you're naked," she said, poking him in the nipple.

	From: sim	Date: March 10th, 2011 11:19 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Sim/Open

Sim awoke with a start, his vision staying slightly blurry as he lifted his head. He was hugging an empty bottle of gin and in a hallway somewhere. At least the carpet was comfy.

What was going on? Was it a party? The details started trickling back to Sim and he tried to find his phone to check the time. How long had he been out of it? There was valuable boob time going to waste! "Fuck" he muttered as he found his phone, the screen cracked. Something else was in his pocket and he pulled it out, it was a bra and he waved it in the air at the people down the other end of the hallway.

"Who's is this?" His voice was hoarse but loud all the same.

	From: 867_5309	Date: March 11th, 2011 11:32 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sim/Jenny

She had just been trying to find the bathroom. Jenny felt pretty good about everything she had accomplished tonight; it hadn't been perfect, but she gotten to talk to Quinn, she had even had a great conversation with Meka. So far as parties went, it was a fair success. But a six-pack of Jones later, and still no success in locating Ella so that they could leave, Jenny had to pee bad.

The only washroom she knew of in Quinn's house was upstairs, and so she had gone that way, squirming past people hanging out on the stairs and pushing through a crowd of girls drinking on the landing. When she finally reaching the hallway, it wasn't quite as crowded, but somebody was yelling at the other end. Right in her path, naturally, only a few paces from the open bathroom door. He was waving a bra in the air.

Jenny decided to just go for it, beginning to walk down the hallway and keeping her eyes down. "Excuse me," she offered, as she squeezed past him, sticking close to the wall.

	From: sim	Date: March 11th, 2011 11:36 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sim/Jenny

Sim's eyes focused enough to recognise that the girl looming above him went to his school. His head, now resting backon the carpet, lolled to the side as his gaze followed her as she passed over him.

"Hey. Hey" he said as she tried to ignore him. "Have you lost something tonight?"

	From: 867_5309	Date: March 11th, 2011 11:42 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sim/Jenny

Jenny stopped when he called after her, turning back to face him. "No?" she replied, raising her eyebrows down at him. Was she supposed to help him up or something? It would be the polite thing to do. But he looked pretty heavy.

"You mean that?" she asked, realizing why he was asking her that as she remembered the bra clutched in his fist. Her expression blanched. "That is not mine."

	From: sim	Date: March 11th, 2011 11:48 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sim/Jenny

"Are you sure" he questioned, looking her over smirking. He placed the bra over his eyes and sighed.

"I don't believe you."

	From: 867_5309	Date: March 12th, 2011 12:06 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Sim/Jenny

"I'm positive," Jenny replied, dead-pan. She still really had to go, and standing half in and out of the room wasn't helping her. She crossed her legs quickly, leaning on the doorframe as she spoke.

"I'm still wearing mine last I checked," she assured him, pouting.

	From: sim	Date: March 13th, 2011 10:42 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sim/Jenny

"You should check again" Sim pointed out, indeed pointing at her chest.

"I can totally see your nipples." It was a lie, he wasn't even sure why he said it. There was probably a reason people under the age of thirty didn't drink gin.

	From: 867_5309	Date: March 13th, 2011 10:47 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sim/Jenny

"What?!" Jenny practically squeaked, arms crossing quickly over her chest in a quick attempt to cover up.

"You cannot!" she protested, scowling down at him. She didn't know why she wasn't just walking away and ignoring him.. mostly she didn't want him going around and telling people that was her bra. "You can't see shit and that isn't mine, you're just.. an asshole!"

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: March 11th, 2011 08:21 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Open

Her run-in with Apple had brightened Tatum's mood about the party, perhaps a bit too much. It had only been about half an hour since she parted ways with her friend, and she managed to finish half of a tray of jello shots. She didn't know who owned them, frankly didn't care, and was only now beginning to regret that.

Stumbling her way back out onto the porch for the second time, she made her way to the railing and hung heavily onto it. "Oh shit," was all she managed, hunching over and clenching her eyes shut. It was luckily a dry heave, but she groaned just the same, eyes still shut. Maybe there was too much of a good thing.

Reaching up, she tucked her hair behind her ears and took off her hat, breathing deep and hoping not to get fully sick as she hung half way over the railing.

	From: petitechou	Date: March 11th, 2011 11:33 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

Frankie had been on the porch smoking when a red blur flew past. She blinked twice before realising it was Tatum and giving a short laugh.

She crossed between them and held the other girl's hair back in case she was about to puke.

"Good night?" She asked, trying to mask the amusement in her voice.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: March 11th, 2011 11:39 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

Tatum opened her eyes slightly went she felt her hair pulled back, turning her head some to see who it was. "Oh hey baby," she murmured slowly, managing a shaky little grin.

"Bad night," she quickly disagreed, turning back to the railing side and gagging again. "Bad jello."

	From: petitechou	Date: March 11th, 2011 11:57 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"I don't trust jello. Too..gelatinous" she said with awrinkle of her nose. She stroked Tatum's hair comfortingly and smiled.

"The coast is clear if you want to puke."

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: March 12th, 2011 12:03 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"It was blue jello," Tatum replied, as if that made it better. "I love blue jello," she murmured, inhaling a trembling breath, trying to keep calm. She didn't want to throw up if she could help it. Once she started drunk puking, it was often hard to stop.

"I think I'm okay," she slurred back, smiling some as Frankie stroked her hair. She cleared her throat, spitting over the railing.

	From: petitechou	Date: March 13th, 2011 10:41 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"What flavour is blue" Frankie mused and rubbed a hand between her girlfriend's shoulders.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: March 13th, 2011 10:50 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

Tatum closed her eyes for a moment, eyebrows furrowed together in thought. "Raspberry, maybe? Blue raspberry? Yeah, that sounds right. Blue stuff is always raspberry," she muttered, taking another deep breath before straightening up from being hunched over the railing.

She stretched her arms out, smiling goofily over at her girlfriend. "Where were you all night? I was like, out here with Apple for a hundred years!"

	From: petitechou	Date: March 13th, 2011 11:07 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

Frankie slid into Tatum's arms and let the red head lean on her.

"I was around. I saw that Shelby kid and then just smoked cigs all night" she shrugged. "Out here with Apple? I hope you two weren't going at it" she joked, kissing the top of Tatum's head, which was easily accessable when she was wearing heels.