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“JESUS. Close the door...You’re letting in a fucking draft.” HE had somehow managed to find himself situated in the bathtub at Delta Psi with some of the finest snow sprawled out right in front of him. Clothes were discarded onto the floor and the water was still blissfully steaming, “If you want some, all you have to do is ASK. Or if you have to use the bathroom, go ahead. I don’t mind.”
“So haven’t you heard? To be in this party you need to give me a massage... it’s mandatory...” the blonde tried to sound like Regina George on her favorite movie. Being mean was far from her essence but teasing others was always fun and she figured it wouldn’t hurt anyone to play with a few persons --- maybe she could even get a real massage out of it.
“I didn’t think anyone would miss a carrot,” Naomi stated casually, not expecting anyone to really care about what she was doing—or eating. She wasn’t sure how she found the carrot in the first place, her mind a bit fuzzy already from the amount of drinks she had already, but it was in her hand, and she wanted something to snack on. “Want a bite?”
peyton barely missed being pushed to the ground as two frat guys suddenly started fighting each other right in front of him. he groaned audibly and rolled his eyes as he moved to another area in the house, “i’m too god damn old to be here,” he stated to no one in particular, taking a small drink from the cup in his hand. if he was already here, he was at least going to enjoy the fact that he could drink and possibly forget any shenanigans that were to go on.
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"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” was all it took a stocky shouldered party guest to leer down at Skye before she was resisting the urge to outright wretch into her hand just for the theatrical effect of it all, eyes narrowing significantly as she eyed him in the silence that followed. “No but I actually did break my collar bone when I burst through the earth’s crust a hundred miles an hour, ascending from the deepest depths of hell. Painful.” Holding up a hand like a traffic warden halting vehicles when he opened his mouth again, she merely shook her head. “Listen. My great grandmother could do better and guess what, Bob?” Ignoring the sadly whined “my name’s Brad...”, Skye continued in complete deadpan. “She’s dead.” Sighing dramatically as she unscrewed a bottle of gin once he’d sulked off into the crowd again, her eyes flit up towards the closest pair in the kitchen as she set the cap down on the counter. “Honestly? Just another piece of evidence to the folder that we need a new plague.”
“Surprise, bitch,” Celeste told the person standing next to her, doing an uncanny impression of Madison in American Horror Story. The girl’s brown eyes couldn’t hold focus on much and kept flitting about the room, probably due to the massive amount of coke she had been consuming all night. She was sitting on a counter in the Delta kitchen, calmly smoking a cigarette with a wine bottle in her other hand as chaos unfolded in the house at this latest party. “I want to play a drinking game, come on. Never have I ever?”
Rolling an unlit cigarette between her fingers, Bea was leaning against a wall and steadily working on a cup of straight tequila as music thudded around her, curly dark hair splayed over her shoulders. “I think I’m being haunted,” she started, speaking to the person closest to her. “My cigarettes keep disappearing. Unless I’m smoking them all when I’m drunk, it’s definitely a nicotine-addicted ghost snatching them. Want one?”
