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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2013 19:39:08 GMT
Heat crawled up Finn’s skin, and for the hundredth time, he considered getting rid of the sweater. He was fighting off waves of heat, and the stupid cardigan was aiding the enemy. And, for the hundredth time, he looked around and compared himself to the others; him, with the collared shirt tucked underneath a blue cardigan, and the guys in the corner that flaunted their boxer shorts and stained wife beaters.
Finn wrinkled his nose. He’d thought the party-goers would at least comb their hair, but he figured that they were planning on getting them ravaged anyway. And, for the hundredth time, he picked at the strands of matted blonde hair on his head and knew he was overdressed.
This is why I skip, he thought. To avoid these kooks.
His fingers were curled around a plastic cup filled with something he assumed was alcoholic, with soporific side effects, and he didn't want to drink it. It was a miracle that the other teenagers weren’t sprawled on the floor ten minutes into the party. Maybe it was the deafening cacophony of rock music that tried to pound its way into his skull.
High schoolers have no taste, he thought. And, for the hundredth time, he asked himself: Why am I here?
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2013 20:07:17 GMT
some coincidences are deliberate @finnpestle Nathan fancied himself the life of the party - because he fucking was, alright? He didn't need to second guess himself, never mind other people. Other people could just fuck themselves! Right up the ass, too!
It wasn't the first time Nathan was left laughing at his own un-funny jokes. But he was, anyway, slouched on a corner of the sofa with a girl sitting in his lap. Her make up was running down her face but he was in such a good mood, he didn't even bother swatting her away. Instead, he laughed in her face, and offered her the rest of the bottle of vodka he pinched off Frank the homeless boy. (Well, the guy was crashing at so many parties Nathan doubted he actually had a proper home. Him and Frank were almost best friends.)
He got up though, and threw his guts out on the already soiled rug - soiled with alcohol that is, the night was still young - when he made his way towards a weedy looking boy, and threw his arm around his shoulder, and pushed the cup on his face.
Laughing more, it was as if Nathan could fall face first on the floor as he almost doubled over. "Hey dude, what's your deal?" Words came out slurred, and barely audible as the music pounded harder in his eardrums.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2013 1:54:33 GMT
Finn wrinkled his nose when loud boy, all alcohol and swagger, slung an imposing arm around Finn and tried to tempt him a drink with the delicacy of an avalanche.
“Oh.” He tried for something witty, but his words were like forced plastic through his airways as his mind reeled, diving through his mental archives for a name label he could smack on. He was having trouble—there were too many faces and names of those who fit the criteria he knew. He wouldn’t deny that he had a little bit of it in him, too. “Hallo.”
He already sounded woozy. Was sobriety so much of a dream that alcoholic effects could be passed through physical contact?
He said, “You’re heavy.” Speaking with drunk people was a cultivated skill, but in his case, skill didn't come with experience.
And then, “Do you go to school?”
Innocent slip of the tongue. He nearly gasped.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2013 23:02:39 GMT
some coincidences are deliberate @finnpestle He rose an eyebrow, and with a mixture of the loud music and talking made it hard for Nathan to figure out what this guy was saying, nevermind the noises in his head.
"Yeah what?" He asked loudly, swaying into him as his balance started to tip. "School? Yeh? Does it look like I give a shit whether or not it's a school night bro? Get your screws sorted mate!" Patting the boy roughly, Nathan laughed at nothing and fished a bottle out of some strangers hand and started drinking it with a cocky grin.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2014 1:52:44 GMT
“Okay. You’re definitely not drunk.” Finn looked like he’d eaten something unpleasant. He couldn’t help but feel a rush of gratitude, though, for the dim comment—a sober person would have interrogated. Interrogation was bad.
Very, very bad.
Supporting the merry fellow with one arm, he watched a bottle slip out of his hands and into the stranger’s. They were sharing bottles already. Maybe getting drunk was the real way to getting actual friends.
“So,” he said, still attempting to be as casual as possible, “what’s your name, then? I’m, uh, Finn.”
He ducked as something went flying over his head—there was a whoop from one side of the room and the sound of shattering glass from the other. Good God, these stupid teenagers were insane.
(OOC: cASUALLY POSTS ONE MONTH LATER)
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2014 23:00:41 GMT
some coincidences are deliberate @finnpestle Nathan frowned. This guy was making no sense.
"Don't know what you're tryin' to say here mate. No idea." He shrugged and laughed, arm now slung around Finn's shoulder, almost threatening to tip them both onto the floor with Nathan's violent rocking.
"What, name? You don't know me?" Nathan laughed, using his free hand to gesture to himself repeatedly. "Me! I! I'm fantastic! Great! Better than your fuckin' ass! Still no idea?" Now he turned to poke the younger boy in the cheek, watching his finger with slight amusement.
"S'Nathan! You better remember it, dork!"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2014 20:29:30 GMT
Finn’s world tipped, buoyed by the legs of a half-paralyzed mountain goat. Nathan, with his arm curled around his neck, was getting tipsier with every bottom-up, and he was threatening to bring Finn down with him.
“Nathan, right, right,” he said, as though it were a name he already knew and had just now grasped it with both hands. “I think I may have seen you once or twice . . . at school.” This was already the better part of the lie, as he’d never seen Nathan’s face before, and he avoided school like the plague—but he was drunk, so who cared?
Somebody from the opposite side of the room—it may have been the same person who threw the beer bottle; Finn couldn’t tell—screamed something about a bastard dumping Skittles and M&Ms into the same bowl. A girl with mascara running down her face, to the point where it marred her face completely unrecognizable, ran into Finn and sent the pair tumbling to the floor.
(OOC: finn's on top. tell me if this is too much and i'll change it yikes)
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2014 19:34:19 GMT
some coincidences are deliberate @finnpestle "Damn right you have!" He rose whatever drink he was holding in his hand and touched it harshly against the side of someone else's drink, which caused theirs to tip a little and a very strong glare. No matter. Nathan could live with another enemy or two.
Nathan being Nathan wasn't aware of the soon to be collision, nor the drama that spurred on the result in the first place. He tumbled quite naturally, and glared at the stranger before pushing him away with a force quite unlike one he'd be exerting thus far.
"Mate, no homo." He shook his head as if with that action, he was sober again. (Of course he wasn't.) "You're not of the gay persuasion, right? Come on, you're my mate now! Don't do that man, that's sick!" He patted the younger roughly in the back.
/you're telling me, pom, you're telling me
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