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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 12:16:49 GMT
By this point, Viola wanted to live to forget.
In fact, she had already forgotten the events that lead to this huge party at her house. Her sort of father wasn't lacking in money, and thus the elaborate family mansion was perfect for a get together. Yeah, something like that. The rest was kinda hazy and Viola swore she was seeing stars, or chandelier shards on the floor, cutting through the expensive rug. Was she bleeding? Who knows, everything was so pretty and sensual she would start throwing herself on the first person she saw and would start kissing them as if she was taste testing expensive aged wine.
Somehow, she managed to stumble out of her expansive whitewashed living room, of course, smashing into about fifty people as she made her way out. Granted, she had a lot to lose showing herself up like this; the hostess of the party, drunk, wasted, and high without herself even knowing it. Not that she was doing anything that was disgracing her image as a 'rock star' though, especially not when throwing up on some actress' shiny heels. The glare of disgust was lost in the crowd, especially when Viola was already making her way up the grand stairs.
Taking a break at the middle, she forced open the window sitting on the wall, perfect height to climb out of. So she tried to, yes, having half her upper body already out of the window, feeling the night air breeze rushing past her face.
k so famous ppl party so it's open (to famous ppl)
but @salem ok and lance can come! haha
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Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Jan 4, 2014 13:04:53 GMT
Lance was walking around, drunk off his ass, cup in his hand, when he noticed someone hanging halfway out the window. It wasn't in his nature to help out someone when they were in trouble and he wasn't about to start then, though he did have a nice view of the lady's ass from where he was.
He stood there for a while, just admiring the view--loving the legs, by the way. The raven haired lad took a sip of his drink and let out a soft purr before he finally spoke up. "You know... that fall might kill ya. But at least you'd go looking fine as hell." A+ Lance to the "rescue".
Lance continued to stand where he was, watching the girl whether she was going to get off the window' sill or not, his back pressed up against the wall nearby.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2014 4:42:28 GMT
She had long black waves and perfectly tanned skin, a fucking nice body and an M-name that he couldn't remember. He'd been watching her blood red lips pushing the word out more than actually listening. Marla, Maura, Marina, something or other.
She knew his name though. Of course, everybody knew his name. He could come along and flash his expensive clothes and household name. He was leading her up the stairs, a hand on her waist, on a gap in her dress so he touched warm skin. He wasn't too drunk, just drunk enough to forget where he was, but not why he was here. He was here to get laid, and here was a place that didn't matter.
They were climbing the stairs, Salem was whispering sweet nothings into her ear and he saw him out the corner of his eye. Dressed in black like some sort of bad omen. He couldn't keep himself glancing over, up at what he was looking at. Some girl's ass, naturally.
His hand was off M-girl's waist, he swerved on the stairs with a curled lip as he surveyed Lance. "What are you doing here?" He glanced up at the girl, who he didn't recognize from behind (surprisingly so). "She might just jump, knowing some nasty wash-up is getting off on her right now."
@viola
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2014 15:32:07 GMT
She elegantly dumped the contents of her stomach down onto her own garden, not a thought in her head about what would happen afterwards. Viola kicked her legs about for no reason, but eventually leant back, head hazy and not really able to concentrate very well. When she plopped back onto the stairs though, she turned to stare at Lance, but quite unable to put a face to a name right now. With her messy hair framing her face, Viola looked attractive in a way she wouldn't usually be associated with.
But then her eyes wondered, eventually, to stop at Salem's hair and eyes and that woman stood so close to him.
It was then she decided to point at him, finger shaking. "You can't go upstairs, I forbid you! I forbid it! It's my house and you can't fuckin' do that!" She slurred, grabbing onto the rails to stand up.
"And who's that whORE?" Viola glared at the dark haired woman, evidently offering more in assets than she could ever dream of, but Viola was drunk, pissed, and depressed, so she was more than happy to be unreasonable.
@salem LANCE DAVIDSON
// > WHO'S THAT WHOOORE
> IT'S PICKACHUUUUU
and lol marina marina marina
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Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Feb 1, 2014 18:47:33 GMT
Lance glanced over his shoulder at the familiar voice, his expression stone cold and lifeless compared to the amused expression he wore mere seconds before. He looked the woman up and down, then looked over at Salem who stood beside her, hair looking slick and outfit looking fine as always. "Eat me." He wished. Mentally, he was cursing the woman at his side. If he was going to go romp with her, he hoped she choked to death.
To Lance's surprise, once the girl readied herself and came away from the window, she shouted at the woman, called her a whore. God damn, that was rich. Though Lance knew that type of reaction. It was a jealous woman's reaction. That girl either liked Salem or had the pleasure of spending a night in his bed. Either way, he suddenly hated this girl, too, and he frowned. Though he did agree that the woman was a whore. She even looked like one.
With a purr, and the assumption that this girl was a jealous girl, Lance sauntered up next to Viola and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close to his side, "Hey, come on, baby. You know resorting to insults puts you on their level, right? Which is, of course, below you. You're ten times hotter than that woman." Which, in Lance's opinion, was very true. Even with her disheveled hair framing her face. Let us not forget that Lance isn't the type to lie in order to get a lay.
"Did this guy do you wrong?" He asked and he leaned closer to Viola's ear and whispered softly, "Want me to help you forget?" With sharp eyes, he looked over at Salem and cut a grin.
@salem @viola
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Post by ROWAN HOUSE on Feb 1, 2014 20:47:38 GMT
She was fucking out of it. Maybe she took one too many hits, or maybe something like seven. Somewhere along the line she had traded in her shirt for for a spiked bra. Hell, she didn't even know where her shirt went. At least, she kept onto her top hat. She was classy, just like good ol' Abe.
After she fell into a crowd that she spotted with a bong during the first few moments of the party, she hung out with Viola - hanging out, making out, was there really a difference?
Not long afterwards, she had found a different girl - she liked boys sure, but she was a fucking sucker for pretty girls - who used her nails in such a way against her skin that well, Rowan couldn't really turn her down. She had found herself in an unused room upstairs, maybe Viola's room? Rowan didn't know her way around, it could have been anyone's room she guessed.
About fifteen minutes later, her partner had passed out in the bed, and Rowan wasn't ready to turn in for the night. She pulled back on her clothes, adjusted her hat the best she could, and made it down the stairs - kinda. She stopped near the top when she saw the people on the stairs.
She knew all three of the faces well. She made her way towards the trio, and catched a view choice words. "Why is she a whore?" She pointed at the girl on Salem's arm. Maybe if she wasn't so fucked up she would have been able to figure it out.
"Lance its nice to see you man." But her direction went more towards Viola. "Is your room the one on the left? Queen sized bed? If it is, there's a sleeping girl in there. I couldn't find it in my heart to wake her, or maybe she's dead who fucking knows. I can blow minds like that."
"All three of us in the same place? Shit man, I never thought this would happen." She leaned on a wall, not exactly trusting her balance.
@viola @salem LANCE DAVIDSON
i'm fucking sorry
this was 2 much 2 pass up
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2014 6:02:52 GMT
He rolled his eyes at Lance - he had had a few drinks, enough that he raised a hand to flip him off though his attention was more on the girl dangling out the window and puking onto the lawn.
He gaped a little when he realized it was Viola. She was fucked up, evidently, but Salem pushed aside his guilt easily. He had gotten good at doing that, at pretending he had no part to play in this. It was harder to do when Viola pointed and shouted shrilly in his direction. He wasn't sure if he should be feeling bad, if he should intervene, if he should make sure she was alright or play it all off, but he couldn't stop himself stepping in when Lance pulled her close.
There was a flare of anger, of possessiveness, and he stepped towards the two of them, fists clenched. "Get your hands off her, you fucking pig." He was disgusted by the sight of Lance all over her, and he couldn't say why.
Rowan's voice soothed his anger, his disgust, if only a little, and he glanced over at her, reminding himself of all the people here, watching. Then he caught Viola's eye and tried to say something sympathetic. "You okay?" His tone wasn't as gentle as it might have been, it was more flat than it should have been.
@viola LANCE DAVIDSON ROWAN HOUSE
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Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Feb 20, 2014 22:24:18 GMT
Oooh, there was some jealous tinting the other male's voice, too, and that pissed Lance off more than anything. Why the fuck was he jealous over her, anyway?
Of course he didn't take his hands off of her. He wasn't doing any harm and besides, why would he mind what Salem said, anyway? He smirked, though, and purred as he spoke. "Hmm, don't forget your image. Also, isn't it rude to be so jealous when you have a lady right here at your side, already? Offensive, I should say."
Who cared about picking sides? It looked as though he went from hating the woman Salem came in with to defending her almost in the same breath. At least it was within the same few moments, anyway.
Lance pulled out a handkerchief and held it out for Viola, "It's clean. You can borrow it if you want to dab your mouth."
See? He was polite when he wanted to be.
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