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Post by Race on Oct 17, 2011 16:30:50 GMT -5
Race got paranoid, "Ah shit now I'm gunna wonder..." he said, looking up at the ceiling as if looking through to the second floor.
Max opened the door from the inside for Cailin, "Hey." he said, smiling at her.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 17, 2011 16:38:49 GMT -5
Blink laughed. "They can't do that... Somethin' about inadin' privacy..."
Cailin smiled back. "Hey." she said, settling into the seat and closing the door behind her. Her thoughts were racing as she wondered what to expect from this party, but she was excited. Maybe she would at least meet some new people.
A few minutes later, Blondie parked the car in front of the mansion that was Racetrack's house.
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Post by Race on Oct 17, 2011 16:43:08 GMT -5
"I hope so..." Race said, his uncle would go balistic if he found out he had a baby in here with a camera. He heard a car pull up, "Someone made it early.." he said.
Max just let himself in, coming into where Race and Blink were, sniffing the punch, "Tequila this time?" he looked at Blink, grinning.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 17, 2011 16:50:43 GMT -5
Blink grinned back. "Oh yeah. Gonna be a good night."
Spot, Blondie, and Cailin followed him in.
"I need a drink." Blondie walked over to Blink and took the tequilla bottle from him, taking a swig straight from it.
Blink smirked at her. "Hard day?"
"You could say that," Blondie said. "By the way, Race, Blink, this is Cailin."
"Hi," she said softly, smiling at them.
Blink smiled back. "Nice ta meet ya. You should try the punch."
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Post by Race on Oct 17, 2011 16:53:19 GMT -5
Max stood behind Blink shaking his head no silently, then mimicked spiking it.
Race nearly lost it seeing Max's imitations, laughing his head off.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 17, 2011 17:01:49 GMT -5
Cailin tried not to laugh at what Max was doing. "Maybe later..." she said to Blink.
Spot got a cup of the punch anyway, not caring if it was spiked or not. "What da hell..." he said, getting a head start on his good time.
Blondie had already downed half of the remains of the tequilla and was starting to get really happy and giggly.
Spades and Aces pulled up outside, ringing the doorbell.
Aces had Mufasa strapped to his chest in one of those baby carrier things.
Spades stared at his brother. "Why didn't you just leave that thing at home? This isn't a play date..."
Aces looked at his brother. "Yeah, try telling that to your wife when you get married and have a kid. I'm sure she'll definitely go for leaving a defenseless baby at home by itself while you two go out and get drunk."
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Post by Race on Oct 17, 2011 17:09:26 GMT -5
Race answered the door, staring at Aces, "Dude...you shoulda left it at home...I shoved ours in my closet..." he had a cup of punch in his hand, he hadn't drank it yet.
Max didn't care, hoping the punch would still the withdrawls from the drugs.
BJ finally showed up pushing past Spades and Aces, "The parties here!" she announced, smiling.
"Oh great...da grouchy old woman showed up.." Race said, dodging BJ throwing an object at him.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 17, 2011 17:17:54 GMT -5
Aces shook his head at Race. "Irresponsible..."
"It's PLASTIC!" Spades said, for what felt like the millionth time. He walked by Race and muttered so that only Race could hear, "I swear I'm gonna burn that thing if he ever leaves it unattended..."
Blondie hugged BJ, the bottle nearly empty in her hand. "Hey BJ... What's up?" she said, giggling drunkenly.
Spot stared at Blondie. "If you keep goin' at dis rate, ya gonna pass out before the crowd even gets heah," he said, smirking.
Reilly pulled up to the party, the withdrawals shaking him as he got out of the car. He had been back off of the drugs, staying as far away as he could from the place where he bought them, throwing away everything he had that would tempt him, and going through the motions again. This time, he had decided he would tough it out, determined to quit for good and get his life together again.
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Post by Race on Oct 17, 2011 17:47:19 GMT -5
"I'll help.." Race muttered back to Spades, "Da attachment ain' healthy." he took a drink from his cup, hearing more cars pulling up, he looked out and with both Reilly and Jack it seemed like the entire school had showed up.
Jack got out ,he'd left Sarah at her house, she had complained about celebrating with Race and Blink, and he had just gotten up and left. It wasn't his fault he'd rather spend time with friends he hadn't seen in forever than sit around with "her" friends and listen to their stupidity. "Heya Race!" he said.
"Jacky Boy!" Race said, grinning, "Good ta see ya make it!" he looked around, "No Sarah huh?"
"No," Jack said rather flatly, "She's preoccupied tanight" he grinned.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 17, 2011 19:44:13 GMT -5
Blondie had finished off the half a bottle of tequilla and now had a cup of punch in her hand.
Spot sat next to her, his own cup in hand. "Ya might wanna slow down dere, Babe. Or at least eat somethin' so ya don't get sick."
Blondie was telling everyone that she came into contact with that she loved them. She leaned over on Spot's shoulder, the strap of her tank top sliding down off of her shoulder. "It's okay." she slurred, attempting to pat Spot's face and missing then laughing. "It'll all be okay."
Spot pushed her strap back up on her shoulder. "
Blink got his spare bottle of tequilla out from its hiding place and took a drink, glad he had brought more.
Cailin sat quietly, watching the drunken antics. She didn't know what else to do really. Drinking had never been her thing, especially around people she didn't know.
Blink sat down next to her and pulled out a shot glass. "Come on, whaddya say?"
Cailin stared for a moment, then took the glass. "Might as well," she said.
" 'At'a girl," Blink said, pouring her a shot and watching her throw it back like a champ. Blink cheered then poured another, leaving it with her and walking off to try and going off to pour more shots for whoever he could find.
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Post by Race on Oct 17, 2011 23:13:55 GMT -5
"Parker you'se get her drunk..I'LL let her old man take YOU trough his gun collection," Max yelled at him, knocking back another cup of the punch, he could hold tequila pretty well.
BJ had brought her own drinks, and had turned Race's speakers up loudly and started a dance floor in the back of the house. When she drank she got slightly obnoxious and a little bit more party.
Race just stared at BJ, shaking his head, he kicked open a room, revealing a gambling room, "TABLES OPEN BOYS!" he yelled at the giant mass of teenage kids who'd amassed in his uncle's house.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 17, 2011 23:39:42 GMT -5
When Blink was gone, Cailin gave the second shot to Max. "Merry Christmas." she said, smirking. She didn't really care for the stuff and had only taken the first shot as a courtesy to Blink.
Blink was in the gambling room with Race, pouring up two more shots, one for Spades and the other for Aces. His plan was to get Aces drunk enough to forget about the baby so Spades and Race could dispose of it.
Reilly noticed how rough Max looked and thought he recognized the symptoms as what he was going through at the moment, but asked Blondie to be sure. She was drunk, she'd tell him anything he asked her. "Hey Blondie, what happened to Max?" he asked in a low voice.
Blondie leaned over to his ear. "He's having withdrawals." she whispered, leaning over too far and falling out of her chair.
Spot came back over and saw her in the floor. "Jesus Blondie, get outta da floor." he said, laughing, a little tipsy himself.
Blondie tried to get up and fell back down again. "I can't," she said, laughing hysterically.
Spot picked her up, her arm around his shoulder. "Why don't we go for a walk?" he said, hoping maybe the fresh air would sober her up at least a bit.
"Mmkay," Blondie said, a goofy grin on her face.
Reilly walked over to Max, his arms crossed. The bad thing about withdrawals was they made him a lot more quick to anger. "I see you've been taking your own advice." he said sarcastically referring to how Max had called him out on his drug addiction just a few weeks earlier and was now in the same boat. "It really sucks when the girl you love just suddenly dies doesn't it? I guess now you know."
(( Reilly needs Zoloft XD ))
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Post by Race on Oct 28, 2011 18:42:24 GMT -5
Race came up behind Blink, "Good. he's too attached to dat doll..." it was weird that him and Blink had been friends so long that he could read his mind.
"Oh you mean when she 'as moidered? By her own cousin? In her own HOUSE?" Max said, he'd had more cups of the punch than he'd thought, and his voice was a little louder than he had planned, "It took me two weeks an' it's taken you what? Four yeahs?" he taunted Reilly
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 28, 2011 18:54:58 GMT -5
Blink smirked at him then walked over with another shot for Aces.
"It's been three months!" Reilly fumed, clenching his shaking fist. "And dead is dead, no matter how it happened!"
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Post by Race on Oct 28, 2011 19:01:10 GMT -5
Before he knew it, Max punched Reilly in the mouth, "Ya know what scew you!" he said, throwing the cup he was holding down, it shattered all over the floor.
Race heard the glass smash, "Deah god...who pissed Max off dis time?"
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