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Post by Tree on Jan 11, 2014 1:42:14 GMT -6
Parties were always a good place for free drinks and on better occasions, free drugs. There was almost always a decent amount of good looking girls to dance with and, on the best occasions, find an empty bedroom with. Chase Monroe was there for a mix of all of the above. First and foremost, of course, losing his inhibitions. He hadn't dipped too heavily into the alcohol, preferring to crossfade by making sure he high first, but since there was a disappointing lack of marijuana at this party, he'd sipped away at some tequila.
He moved away from the wall where he'd been leaning and talking to a girl who'd started to bore him even through the tequila haze, and farther into the room of dancing people. He wasn't a very good dancer, and he'd long since come to terms with the fact that he shouldn't even really try, but thankfully practically everyone had a drink in hand and were looking even worse than him on that front, so he was free to let loose a little.
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The New Years party at some rich kid's place was pretty great so far; no one had called the cops, the music was actually decent, and Reagan Covington was on the fast track to getting white girl wasted. In his book, a practically perfect night. Sure, the freshly dyed purple-haired boy didn't exactly know half the people there, (that was probably a result of the host being some pompous trust fund brat with three thousand Facebook friends to invite), but he honestly didn't care.
The price of looking hot and resembling a female at this party evidently was getting grinded on by every nasty boy in the room. Reagan was always quick to look over his shoulder to make sure the gross ones didn't last pressed up against his ass for long, but those four seconds still left him feeling absolutely disgusted. Tidewater had some really hot guys, so why weren't those the ones trying to feel him up.
He gave up after the fourth greasy man, and moved to the kitchen, wading his way through the mob of teenagers to get himself a drink. He found a half carton of orange juice and emptied the remnants of a bottle of tequila into the red cup he assumed hadn't been used yet. (another downside to parties; never knowing what was what or had been in what) The mixture was more juice than alcohol, thankfully, otherwise Reagan might not have been able to get down even the first sip. He walked back to the doorway and leaned against it, watching the party as he tried to stomach his drink.
notes;; i honestly dont know why theres so much more for reagan
u can deffs just ignore that xoxo x3
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Post by Jess on Jan 11, 2014 3:17:26 GMT -6
"Alright, bitches. First thing youve got to be able to do, as a cheerleader, is hold your alcohol. Second, is being able to keep up at the parties with numerous kinds of drugs, at large quantities. And third, being able to get all the hot football players. If you skanks can't hang like a cheerleader tonight, then you are not worthy to join our ranks," a female senior proclaimed, looking around at all the young cheerleader-to-bes that stood before her. Elizabeth was one of them.
The senior cheerleaders decided to use this little get together to host one of their favorite hazing rituals. If the girls couldn't complete the tasks tonight, then the squad wouldn't deem them worthy enough to continue on through the rather elaborate ritual.
Elizabeth had already taken more shots than she wanted to take in her entire life time, one of those shots having been taken off of a fat hairy guy--why? Because the senior cheerleaders loved to put them through that kind of hell. Elizabeth had also smoked a little bit of mary Jane, this being the first time she had ever taken part in such an activity. Being cross faded really didn't seem like something she ever wanted to do again.
The next task was to hunt down a football player and snap a picture of them making out with said player. She couldnt say that she was particulary fond of that one, considering that she had a boyfriend, but with her current cross-faded status, she didn't think too much of that.
Elizabeth watched as the other girls left the group, setting off to just find some rrandom guy to makeout with and likely shack up with. She shook her head a bit as she stood up, feeling way too out of it for her liking, but she pushed through all the motions. She really just hoped, at this point, that she managed to find a guy that was actually on the football team and willing to indulge in her request.
She walked through the party, her eyes scanning faces as she looked from person to person. She finally came across one that was familiar enough. At first, she was too hesitant to go over and ask, but her lack of sobriety decided to take over and do all the talking for her. "Um, hey there. Sorry to bug you," she said, looking up at the rather handsome guy. "Your on the football team, right?" She questioned, starting to second guess herself as the words already slipped out.
Danny was in the kitchen, sitting lazily on the counter with a bottle of whiskey in hand.
He watched the party around him; noticing the drunken swagers, sweaty bodies swaying jerkingly to the beat of the music, and the awkward lack of clothing that was apparent all around.
Clearly it was a fashion statement for girls to have their cooch hanging out at parties--that was nice to know. The place was mini skirts and thongs galore. They didnt particulary catch his fancy though. Hot chicks were fun, but really drunks sluts jusy weren't appealing.
He took a good drink from his bottle, hopping off the counter afterwards. As he started to walk through the crowd, he had then noticed jusy how drunk he actually was. He shook his head a bit, trying to walk straight, but managed to just catch himself off balance. He leaned against the doorway to steady himself, only then realizing a beauty so close to him.
He wasn't really the forward type, but with the alcohol overpowering him, he had enough balls to actually say something.
"Doesn't really seem like this is your scene," he aaid, noticing that she wasn't taking part with all the dancing like all the other girls were. (He would never guess that she was actually a he ^.^)
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Post by Jess on Jan 11, 2014 3:18:16 GMT -6
(Sorry for the cruddy reply, by the way. I'm trying to do this on my phone ^.^)
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Post by Tree on Jan 11, 2014 19:20:21 GMT -6
The senior had been swaying more than anything else, which could hardly be counted as dancing. There had been a few girls he'd made eye contact with, but that had quickly turned into an eye roll when their over-possessive boyfriends had come back and wrapped themselves around their girlfriends. As much as he liked going stag to just about everything, it was always a pain in the ass to tell which girl was taken and which was single and ready to mingle. And since Chase was just about the worst at trying to determine either, he assumed just about all of them were available. Sure, it'd gotten him into some tight spots before, but nothing he couldn't fight his way through yet.
He'd been sort of out of it, and Chase didn't realize she was talking to him for a moment, and when he did, he turned down to her, nodding. "Yeah-" Damn she was hot. And she was asking the right questions already. "Yes, I am. On the football team. Yep." He popped the 'p' a little more than necessary. That was the tequila talking. Probably. "And let me guess..." He began, tilting his head back to get a good look at the blonde. "You're a cheerleader?" Chase said, his lips sliding up into a flirtatious smile, as he continued looking her up and down. If she wasn't already, this girl certainly should be.
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The boy stood there for quite a while, twisting a lock of hair around his finger contemplatively. He was trying to choose between the two least repulsive men to make an advance on, and it'd sadly come down to the guy in the sweat-stained muscle shirt but a dimpled smile and a guy wearing a fedora but with large muscles obvious through his tee shirt that said something like 'my little brother ate my homework'. Neither choices were looking good, as you can imagine, which is why Reagan was grateful when his plotting was interrupted by a new arrival beside him.
"You either," Reagan replied with a smile, batting his lashes a bit while looking the attractive boy over. After a quick once-over, (and maybe a twice-over, if that's a thing shh), Reagan bit at his bottom lip approvingly. Where had he been hiding all night? The junior wondered, absently as he continued to drink in the welcome sight. If he'd shown up half an hour sooner, Reagan wouldn't have wasted so much time trying to drink till the rest of the party-goers were good enough for his tastes. He was pretty sure even if he wasn't tipsy as hell this guy would still shoot straight to the top of his to-do list. "I'm Reagan," He said, turning to face the stumbling mess completely. The really hot mess.
notes;; no way omg that was perfect!!
i should be sorry for this short mess dang girl you're fINe x3
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Post by Jess on Jan 11, 2014 20:22:49 GMT -6
Elizabeth looked up at the guy, finding him more and more attractive as each hit of weed and shot of rum started weighing down on her more and more. "Cheerleader to be. Um, that's actually why I'm bugging you," she said with a little innocent smile. She felt terrible for interrupting his good time, but he was the first football player that she saw that wasn't already up on some girl.
"Look. Um...senior cheerleaders are kind of putting me through a hazing ritual and my next task is to actually make out with a football player and get a picture of it," she said, motioning to a couple other girls nearby that were already completing the task.
"So, would you mind helping me out?" She asked, though she felt like she was asking a lot from him.
Danny looked at the extremely beautiful girl before him, wondering if she too went to tidewater--she didn't have a very familiar face, but tidewater was a huge school.
"Here for the booze? Or the terrible eye candy?" He asked with a chuckle, well aware that the guys at this party were just as attractive as the girls, which was extremely disappointing. He looked the girl in front of him over once morw, again surprised by just how gorgeous she really was.
"Sorry if I seem like some perve or something. Your the only girl I've seen tonight that isn't dressed like a slut and trying to grind up on me. Its a breath of fresh air," he said with a charming little smile.
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Post by Tree on Jan 11, 2014 20:52:30 GMT -6
"You want me to make out with you?" Chase asked, laughing a little. The football guys usually just beat each other up and called it good. Evidently, the senior cheerleaders had some interesting initiation methods, and while hers was an unexpected response, he was in no position or mindset to say no to the beautiful girl.
"All you had to do was ask, babe. I'm definitely down for that." The senior tacked on, chuckling loosely while he ran a hand through his hair. She was the kind of girl who could get him to agree to just about anything, alcohol running through his bloodstream or not. "Did you want to do it here, or find someplace more private?" He asked returning her innocence, though his lips had slid up into a sly smirk.
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Reagan lifted his almost empty cup, giving it a small shake before downing the rest in one sip. "Little bit of both, I suppose. What about you, handsome? Trying to track down your girlfriend?" This guy couldn't possibly be single-that would be a crime against humanity. Of course if he was...well, that was perfectly fine in Reagan's book.
"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't thinking about it," Reagan quipped with a thin smile. And here he'd been considering trying to pull up his dress a little further to see if he'd be able to catch anything more attractive. Apparently he hadn't needed to bother. A guy with...standards stood before him, with an intoxicating smile. What a night this was turning out to be.
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Post by Jess on Jan 11, 2014 21:13:23 GMT -6
"Yeah...." Elizabeth laughed a bit, the fact that she had a boyfriend comepletely slipping from her mind at that moment. She was too intoxicated at this point to even think straight--she was just going through all the motions. Her body was doing whatever it wanted at this point.
She put her hand in her pocket, pulling out a thick blunt. She wasnt really the type to smoke, but with the lack of weed being thrown around at the party, she figured he might be interested.
"Wherver you want," she said with a little smile, holding up the blunt. "Interested?" She asked as she raised an eyebrow. "The cheerleaders gave me two and said I had to finish both. I got one down along with half a bottle of rum. I need help with the second one."
Danny looked at Reagan. "Oh crap. I'm rude. I just realized that you introduced yourself. Um, I'm Danny. Its nice to meet you, Reagan," he said before taking another good drink from his bottle.
"I pretty much came for both. Was supposed to meet my brother here, but he ditched me for his girlfriend...person, thing," he said, not really sure if his brother was actually dating the girl he was with.
He wasn't going admit that he came here to get laid, but that was whatever.
"And no, no girlfriend. I'm kind of the guy that most chicks throw into the friend zone," he admitted with a little chuckle, taking another drink from the bottle. "You wouldn't happen to have a boyfriend, would you, beautiful?"
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Post by Tree on Jan 13, 2014 2:55:44 GMT -6
Chase's own eyebrow rose at the sight of the blunt she procured from her pocket. The cheerleaders sure knew how to party. Though looking down at the blonde, he wasn't sure how they expected her-or any of the other rather fragile looking girls on the team-to be able to hold that much alcohol and still be able to finish not one, but two blunts on their own. He plastered on a flattered smile. He'd be more than happy to help her finish off whatever she needed.
"Hell yeah I'm interested!" He chimed with a nod, grinning wide. "I say we find an empty room and dive in," The senior suggested, making a sweeping arm motion towards the bedrooms. "You'll be a cheerleader in no time,"
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Reagan laughed airly, waving it off. It wouldn't have been the first time Reagan hadn't known the name of the dreamy fella he'd been eying, but he was rather glad that wasn't the case. Danny. Cute. Definitely fitting. "It's fine, I understand," He nodded to the bottle and gave his cup another small shake before discarding it onto a nearby table. He knitted his brows together at the word 'friendzone'. "Well, I'm sure they have their reasons," Reagan began with a small smile. "Or maybe they're all just-" He stopped abruptly, taking in a deep breath to stall as he'd forgotten where he'd been going with the sentence. Right! The friendzoning girls. "They're all...idiots."
"And no, I don't have a boyfriend," He answered, licking his lips and looking down, shyly. "Most guys can't keep up with me," Reagan looked back up to Danny, winking.
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Post by Jess on Jan 13, 2014 10:41:18 GMT -6
"Awesome. Just...don't tell them I shared," Elizabeth said, looking a little mischivious as she grabbed his hand, leading him off towards the first bedroom that didn't have a sign on the door flipped to 'occupied'. She flipped the sign and pulled him inside.
She was actually extremely amazed that she was still standing at this point, considering that alcohol and weed didn't usually mix well.
Before she could stop herself she pushed him down on the bed, moving over and straddling him in the process. "Want the first hit?" She asked as she flipped the blunt around through her fingers, looking down at him with a slight smirk curling her lips.
Danny looked over a Reagan, offering his bottle when he saw him put down his cup.
"Want a drink? If I...if I drink too much I might end up just as naked as everyone else around here." He chuckled, taking another drink before handing it back out to him.
When Reagan claimed that no guys could keepbup, Danny raised an eyebrow, almost seeing it as a challenge.
Raise a challenge with Danny, and he is willing to take it up most the time.
"I wouldn't be as ballsy if I was sober....but would you be interested in making out?" He asked, admiring what he saw before him.
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Post by Tree on Jan 14, 2014 0:41:14 GMT -6
Chase wouldn't remember the walk to the bedroom the next day. Shit, he hardly remembered it seconds after they'd found and commandeered an empty bedroom. He wasn't stumbling as much as he'd thought he might, which was a plus. And an even bigger plus was being pushed down onto the bed and having the girl crawl up into his lap. He let a hand fall to her hip, holding her in place. "So generous," He smirked as she offered him the first hit. He took the blunt from her, graciously. "You got a light stashed somewhere in there, babe?" Chase asked, eying her outfit.
(i have no clue what she's wearing but she could be in longsleeves and baggy jeans and he'd still check her out xoxo)
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Reagan took the bottle from him, hesitantly. "And you ending up naked would be a....bad thing, right?" He asked with an innocent look from over the end of the bottle he'd tipped up to his mouth. The taste was horrible; he'd been expecting as much, but even the small mouthful was hard to swallow. He handed the bottle back to the other wordlessly, silently hoping he did reach that almost naked stage. "Ohh Dannnnyyy...Of course I am." Reagan purred, stepping in closer to the boy, his heels making a satisfying click against the hardwood flooring. "You don't need to be so polite with me." The junior advised gently, running his palm against Danny's chest. "I like a man who can take what he wants."
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Post by Jess on Jan 14, 2014 1:02:56 GMT -6
Sure enough, Elizabeth pulled a lighter out of the back pocket of her shorts, flicking the lighter with her thumb and watching the flame come to life. She looked at it for a moment, out of it enough to find the light intruiging, but coming to her senses enough to realize she was doing something with the lighter.
What was she lighting? Right, the blunt.
She set fire to the tip of it for him, making sure that it was evenly lit before putting the lighter away.
She took a good look at the boy, biting down on her bottom lip a bit when she realized just how hot he was. Yep, totally bangable. Though, a part of her was telling her she couldn't do that. Why?
Hell, she couldnt remember. "By the way, my name is Elizabeth," she said as she ran her hands up his chest. "And I shall be the cheerleader servicing you this evening." She said with a playful smile.
Danny took the bottle back, taking another big drink. He scrunched his face a bit, like most people did when they drank hard alcohol, feeling the liquid magma warming his chest.
"Sorry," he said, not knowing why he was sorry, but going with it anyways. "I'm not really a guy that is good aroubd hot girls. I'm trying not to be too forward, but the alcohol is making words very hard to find," he said, not really sure where he was going with that anymore.
"Sorry. I'm drunk," he said flat out, using that very excuse to explain him being a complete babblingidiot at that moment in time.
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Post by Tree on Jan 15, 2014 21:04:18 GMT -6
Chase took a deep drag from the end, inhaling the smoke and holding it in his lungs for a good minute before turning his head and exhaling past the girl in his lap. It went directly to his head, and Chase knew he'd need to take a second before his next drag. Shit this stuff was strong. Thankfully, she'd picked the perfect time to introduce herself.
"Elizabeth? Mm." He made an approving face, taking another hit and letting the smoke escape out through his lips slowly. Not that her name really mattered, he was sure he wouldn't remember it in the morning. But damn if he wouldn't remember those pretty lips curling up into a smile as she looked him up and down. "'m Chase," He turned the blunt around and offered it to her. "I'm the football player you'll be servicing this evening," Chase smirked, haughtily.
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Reagan rolled his eyes, obviously not concerned with the drunk boy's constant stream of words. The more petite of the two was just as, if not more, drunk than him. Reagan had just been able to keep his cool so far, and it helped that he was much more about actions than words. He had to smile, though, when Danny used the phrase 'hot girls'. That always made his ego boost a bit. Or a lot, rather. He didn't think his cheeks were flushing with a bright pink, but he definitely felt like blushing.
"Oh shut up and kiss me." Reagan giggled when the good-looking boy resigned with a 'Sorry, I'm drunk', pulling him in for a kiss by the back of his neck.
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Post by Jess on Jan 15, 2014 21:54:08 GMT -6
Elizabeth leaned forward as he took a drag from the blunt. She pressed her lips softly to his neck, leaving a little nibble here and there as she madeher way to his collarbone.
She ran her right hand under his shirt, feeling over his chest before straightening up with his offer of the blunt.
She more than happily took it from him, pulling a descent hit from it and letting it sit there in her lungs as long as she could. She slowly let the smoke out, almost atteattempting to make rings, but giving up after the first failure. She looked back down at him as she took another hit, tilting her head to the side. "So chase, you used to random girls grabbing you and pulling you off to a room?" She asked, more than sure that he was. He seemed far too cocky for that not to happen on a daily basis.
Danny couldn't say that he was expecting Reagan to suddenly kiss him. Nor could he say that he had been expecting the random chubby that came of it. Go figure. At least he wasn't at full mast. That would have really sucked.
He pulled Reagan close to him, returning the kiss as he placed his hands on each side of his waidt.
"You sure aren't afraid to go after what you want," he said with a little chuckle.
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Post by Tree on Jan 17, 2014 1:47:49 GMT -6
He watched lazily at first as she sucked in as much smoke from the blunt as she could, before casually turning his attention to her legs, running his hands up her thighs and along her waist while she exhaled. God damn she was fit. Perfect body for a cheerleader, he thought happily.
"Usually it's the other way around," Chase admitted smoothly. The young man was used to finding girls and dragging them away, not girls finding him. Though he had to admit, it was refreshing to have the pretty girls seek him out instead of trying to wade through the crowd and find the single ones. "But this is just as nice-if not better."
"What about you?" He asked, arching a brow. "Do you normally lead boys off alone at parties and share your drugs? Because if you do-" Chase laughed lightly. "Where have you been all my life, Elizabeth?"
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Reagan adjusted himself into Danny's arms, settling under his grip and moving closer to the attractive boy. "Well, I want a lot more than just a kiss," He began, coquettishly, looking up to the taller of the two shyly. "But I am a littleee afraid of going after that. I mean, what if you, like, totally suck in bed or something?" He teased gently, pinching at Danny's-oofhdkf really nice and firm-stomach.
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Post by Jess on Jan 17, 2014 2:04:54 GMT -6
Elizabeth giggled, tilting her head a little as she looked at him. "I don't usually have the drugs," she admitted, " but I have lead a few off," she added with a smirk.
She took another little hit, leaning down and pressing her lips to his, parting her lips to shot gun the hit to him. Once the smoke was gone from her lungs, she softly kissed him on the lips, her fingers playing with the button of his pants teasingly. "Care to help me indulge in my sexual desires? I'm a little deprived." She said, her voice soft.
Danny looked at Reagan, his eyebrows raising a little bit. Well, this was all going rather smoothly. Seriously, this was almost too easy.
"Well, I haven't heard any complaints," he said with a little smirk, leaning down to kiss softly on his neck, running his hands along his waist and to his hips. "If you're interested, we should find an empty room while the two of us can still stand," he said with a playful little smile.
(Sorry for the short reply. I'm lame lol xD)
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Post by Tree on Jan 20, 2014 17:24:09 GMT -6
Her doe eyes had really thrown Chase in for a loop-he'd very wrongly assumed this girl was a virgin saint who would need a little more guidance, but she was doing perfectly fine running the show. More than fine, really. When she began toying with the button on his jeans, it became perfectly clear to Chase that he was in for a much more fun night than he'd anticipated. "Well, it'd be a shame to leave a pretty girl like you even a little deprived." In way of a response, Chase pulled her legs closer to him, kissing at the underside of her jawline for a moment, and then began to push her shirt up along her flat stomach.
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"I could be pretty easily persuaded," He replied breathlessly, wrapping his hand around Danny's bicep and nodding to the hall. The other boy was onto something; it was probably a good idea to get away from the crowd while he was stable on his feet and not tripping and falling all over Danny like a complete hot mess. "Lead the way, sugar." Reagan leaned his head against Danny's shoulder and looked up to him, batting his eyelashes expectantly.
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Post by Jess on Jan 25, 2014 3:01:04 GMT -6
Elizabeth smirked down at him as he pulled her legs closer, her fingers undoing the button of his jeans. She looked him over for a second, biting down on her bottom lip as she moved her hands to his own shirt. She slowly slid it up and over his head, leaving a soft trail of kisses following close behind. She stopped at his lips, kissing him tenderly.
Only then did she remember that she was doing all this for cheerleading. What did she have to do again? Take a picture, right. "I know this is totally awkward, but I want to get this done and out of the way before we go any further," she said, taking her phone out, snapping a quick pic of her kissing him, and throwing her phone off to the side.
Yep, totally an awkward task, but it was at least leading to a good time with a hot guy. Yep, totally worth it.
Danny looked down at Reagan, chuckling a bit when he batted his eyelashes. There was just something about this 'girl' that was just all around, cute. Wait, was cute the word? Sure, it was the best one he could think of that actually worked.
"I would definitely say I'm the persuasive type," he said with a grin, winding an arm around Reagan as he lead him off towards the bedrooms, rather amazed that there were so many.
As they walked through the hall, looking for an empty room, he felt grateful that he wasn't completely sloshed. If he was, he probably would have been completely lost in the maze of rooms.
The first room he saw with a 'vacant' sign, he rapped his knuckles on the door to be sure that it was truly vacant. After a couple seconds he assumed it was, opening the door to find it completely empty besides the usual bedroom furnishings. Good.
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Post by Tree on Jan 25, 2014 4:19:09 GMT -6
After his own shirt was stripped off his body, Chase made to pull hers away, only to be stopped by a sudden realization from the blonde. Oh right. There had been a reason she'd approached him, and it hadn't been to sneak off to a bedroom and fuck onto someone else's sheets. Chase made a 'nah it's cool babe' face, leaning in to meet her for the picture. (and you know exactly what that face is don't u even say anything it's two in the morning so help me gosh i am very tired) Anything to help her get onto the squad, he rationalized. If she made it through the triad of strange activities the cheerleaders had them doing, he'd be able to see a lot more of her, so maybe it was the slightest bit in his benefit to play along. When the photo had been taken and the phone thrown aside, Chase continued his mission of removing her shirt and tossing it over to join his on the floor.
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Reagan knew he'd have to fess up about y'know his no-so-little, not-so-secret surprise hiding underneath his form-fitting purple dress. And no, it wasn't the seamless black thong he'd bought at Victoria's Secret or the matching padded bra. What he was concerned about was underneath those items-or what wasn't, in the case of the bra. He never liked that part of hooking up with random hot guys. It usually didn't go over so well since a vast majority of them were pitchers for the other team and that team alone, so he pushed the thought to the back of his mind. He'd get this drunken boy naked and play with him for awhile before it ever came up. No guy had ever protested a good blowjob, and Reagan certainly knew how to work with his mouth. "Well, c'mon hot stuff, the bed's waitinggg," He sung in a soft voice, teasingly.
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Post by Jess on Jan 26, 2014 5:52:51 GMT -6
Elizabeth smiled down at him, wanting to move things along a lot quicker than they were currently going. She unhooked her bra, stripping it off and throwing it into the pile of clothing forming on the floor.
She worked herself from his lap, so that she would have access to the button of his pants. Her fingers worked quickly at unbuttoning them, and then sliding down the zipper.
Elizabeth looked him over, taking the time to really get a good look at the man she was about to sleep with. She gave him a little smirk as her eyes trailed over his chest, neck, lips--her hands working on pulling his pants down.
"So, I'm assuming that you have a condom?" she asked, though she didn't exactly prefer to use condoms, she was on the pill for a reason. She threw his pants to the side, moving to strip off his boxers next.
She definitely appreciated that he was willing to help her out with her task, but she was pretty sure that he was more than happy to oblige. After all, he not only got to make out with a girl during the process, but he was also going to get laid. The entire thing seemed like a win-win situation. She was definitely satisfied with how it was working out.
Danny gave Reagan a little smile, admittedly not being the best at getting a girl to a bed, but he wasn't usually too terrible either. What made it kind of awkward, though, was the fact that he was more than aware of how drunk of he was, and was afraid of making a complete idiot of himself.
He wrapped his arms around Reagan, softly kissing him before scooping him up into his arms, cradling him to his chest--thank god he was able to do this without stumbling, swaying, or falling. Hallelujah.
He carried him over to the bed, lightly setting him down before holding himself over him.
Danny worked his lips on Reagan's neck, leaving soft kisses as well as a few love bites here and there. He did this, slowly making his way up his neck, along his jawline, and to his lips.
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