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[winona-sangster]

Hayley || A Night of Fun;

Winona stood with her back against the wall and another water bottle in her hand. Her shoes were once again off as she watched many of the students making their way in the middle of the dance floor and having a great time. Winona smiled at the sight and even though there were a few drunken people causing a bit of chaos here and there, everything was still fun.

Rather than just standing there, Winona looked around to see that there was an empty table, which was good enough for her. Many of the seats were taken, either by couples, or by everyone's belongings just so no one would take their places afterwards. Winona did her best to get through the crowd without running into anyone, however on her way through the crowd, she managed to run into someone. 

"I am so sorry." she apologized just as she looked up at Hayley. While trying to make her way past her, Winona was only pushed against her once more by the oncoming crowd of intoxicated teens, screaming and shouting against the music. To top it off, many had managed to step on her foot as well which caused her to take a few steps back quickly.

Rather than making another move, Winona waited until they were out of sight and the coast was clear. Looking back at Hayley, Winona once again looked at her with an apologetic look. "Again, so sorry and you look lovely by the way." Which wasn't even a lie. Hayley did look gorgeous with her dress, which sort of made her feel like she could have done better with her own.

[stefinocchario-blog]

Rough and reckless | Hayley and Stefan

Stuffing a few necessaries into his pocket, he thought that, as a virgin, she probably didn't need him to bring more than one condom per pocket, so he left with four in his jeans and one in the pocket of his button up shirt, over a white tank top. He left his apartment and scratched his neck as he walked down out to his car and pulled open the door, hopping in. Mission success, so far. Or probably all the way, but he wasn't going to get more cocky, though he was fairly positive there was no way she could have him over and want to change his mind, not when he taught her what he could do with his lips and hands, just outside her clothes.

Chewing on his lip, he glanced at the clock on his built-in cd player, shaking his head and slowly smiling. After 3am. He was fairly sure he'd been talking himself up since at least midnight, and finally he managed to work his words to his advantage. He turned on the music for the drive and tapped his dash out to Mumford and Sons on his way there. Hopping out after parking on the street, he looked around as he closed and locked up his car, going to her door and knocking a few times.