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Post by Chip on Aug 5, 2014 22:13:23 GMT
“I feel kind of weird with my hair lighting up so much, Stan. Is it really necessary?” Arryn asked her cousin as he leaned down and clipped LED hairclips to her hair. He combed the multicolored lights through her recently straightened and combed blonde hair with his fingers, his lips drawn over to one side as he looked it over. Arryn stared up at him, her lips pressed together in a half pout.
The cousins were on their way to a party Stan’s friends had told him about. But this wasn’t any old party—it was a rave party, something that happened very frequently in the party district of Eden. There was a studio, often used for performances and rehearsals for actors and various parties. The entire studio had been rented out for tonight and what was being hosted was a rave one of Stan’s friends had said they’d be attending.
Raves weren’t really Arryn’s scene. Arryn was wearing a black and neon green shirt that Stan had convinced her to pick up when he took her to the thrift store that afternoon. Stan had wanted her to go with something a flashier and little more solid neon, but Arryn had said that she had no need for a shirt like that and instead got this one, which she might by some chance actually wear again.
“Of course it’s necessary. The party gets really dark, and you’ll be able to be seen if you wear these things.”
“But I’m wearing this necklace already…” Arryn said, running her fingers through the glow in the dark necklaces resting on her torso. “But.. if you say so, I suppose they are interesting…”
Holding up her slim fit black jeans was a green belt that was green to match her shirt and necklaces (A/N: pretend the shades match up ok I know they’re not perfect). She glanced at herself. “I feel like a neon sign, Stan…”
“That’s the point!” Stan pulled his green shutter shades that glowed in the dark and placed them on top of his head. He was wearing a black outfit that had a handprint on it, paired with some baggy shirts highlighted in green and thick sneakers he’d bought for 10 dollars at the thrift store.
As much as he hated working at McDonalds upon Jack’s insisting, the extra cash was a bonus. His last accessory was a glowing bracelet that he adjusted once his cousin was decked out in her hair extensions.
The pair had arrived downtown on the bus, sans glow in the dark accessories. They had decided—mostly on Arryn’s insistence, Stan wouldn’t have minded—to only put these things on when they arrived. Arryn didn’t want to be glowing in the night on the bus ride down. Shockingly enough there were actually a wide variety of people on the bus decked out in glow gear and odd outfits. Stan was not the only one invited to this rave party.
Arryn had never been to a rave. Stan had told her it was a gathering of people listening to loud music and having the time of their lives. While Jack was working the overnight shift Stan and Arryn decided to go out to the party. Arryn didn’t want to go at first, but Stan had said he’d be lonely going alone. He put on his best kicked puppy expression and, as he anticipated, Arryn had agreed to go with him to try to appreciate what he liked to do.
The two walked side by side as they reached the line for the rave, which was already extending down the street. Arryn’s eyes widened as she caught sight of some girls removing their jackets and revealing scandalous outfits that left absolutely nothing to the imagination, mini-skirts, obnoxious hairdos, and brightly colored eyes. Stan noticed her reaction and a grin formed on his face.
Boy, was she in for a night to remember.
“What on earth is she wearing…” Arryn said, and Stan laughed, ushering his cousin up further in the line. The music could be heard all the way outside, something blasting extremely loud with a bass line that matched her heartbeat. “What… I can hear the music all the way out here, is it necessary for it to be so loud?”
Stan didn't comment, but his grin grew. When they reached the door, he nodded over at the guy holding it open. Once inside the lobby, he led Arryn over towards the main event—the lights beyond the studio’s archway were completely off, flashing multicolored lights flickered in and out of focus, and the music was even louder than it was outside. Here in the lobby people were drinking water (and other such substances) and talking with friends, goofing off, taking a break from dancing.
“S—Stan, what is—“
“C’mon! The party’s inside!” Stan said, grabbing Arryn by the arm and pulling her into the darkened room as the bass dropped and the entire room seemed to go crazy.
"I--I don't think--," Arryn stuttered, but Stan wasn't listening. She could feel Stan’s hand wrapped around her wrist and could see him only by the shutter shades glowing like a sign on top of his head. But there were other people with the shades of Stan’s height, glowing in the dark. A blue strobe light flashed across the duo, allowing Arryn to see the outline of Stan’s back as he excitedly brushed against some people. “Stanley!” It was useless—Arryn couldn’t even be sure she’d said a word over the music.
She prayed he didn’t let go of her hand. She didn’t want to get lost in this crowd.
Stan eventually stopped and started moving with the crowd, and Arryn felt like a fish out of water. So many people were here, glowing. She wasn’t moving and stayed glued to Stanley, inching closer to him even as he started to jump up and down with another girl facing him. Arryn’s eyes took in the person beside her—he was wearing a neon yellow hat that said RAVE and pants that seemed to glow the color of piss. She felt him bump into her and stumbled back into her cousin, who turned to look at her with a grin?
”Having fun?” He asked, but Arryn couldn’t hear him and tilted her head to the side,
”What? I can’t hear you—“ Arryn winced when the music seemed to get even louder and Stan’s attention was completely gone. Arryn swallowed a lump in her throat and stared over at the arch that led to the brightly lit lobby like it was the gate to heaven.
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Post by Becca on Aug 6, 2014 0:55:42 GMT
The smell of sweat filled the air, warm bodies grinding against one another and making the entire space feeling like one giant collective body. She could feel the music in her veins, the beat of her heart becoming one with the bass as her body involuntarily moved with the surges of sound. Everyone appeared to move together, bouncing to the overly loud music, slowing with the rhythm before jolting back to life with the drop of the bass. It was a chaotic scene to behold with all the bodies squeezed into the dance section of the studio and had Scout not been accustomed to the party scene she would have felt overwhelmed.
She had been there for nearly an hour now and had arrived with a small group of people. One of the best things about having rather questionable company come in and out of her how was she always knew where the most raging parties were. After hearing about the rave in the party district, she immediately made the decision to go and check it out with a few of the people staying in her apartment at the time, but the moment they arrived Scout separated herself from them and maneuvered her way onto the dance floor.
Parties like this are what she lived for, Scout thrived in chaos where other people might panic. She enjoyed rubbing her ass against strangers, and the close proximity of the party goers made it extremely easy to pickpocket between songs. Her body was damp with sweat, and she fanned herself desperately with her own hand as she jumped around to the swell and fall of the fast beats. Even though she was clad in a rather revealing black outfit, which was essentially lingerie with big fuzzy boots, the sporadic movements she made caused her body to heat up fast.
That was another thing she loved about raves, the general lack of clothing. It was the perfect excuse to go out minimal clothing and get away with it. The top of her outfit was decked with rhinestones which caught the flashing strobe lights, and she would have been invisible in the black lights had it not been for her fair skin and touches of neon. She wore very little makeup though it glowed in the dark which made her face look rather striking under the flashing lights. Her nail polish also shined in the lights, and the only other places glowing on her body were a few streaks on her cheeks which had been wiped onto it by some random guy. In the far back by the DJ booth there was a table set up, filled with glow-in-the-dark paints available to everyone for body painting which she planned to utilize later once she found someone she deemed worthy of painting her exposed skin.
Scout ran her hands up her body, looking around her as the neon colors blurred together, making her feel as if she were part of an insane watercolor painting. With the music in her blood and sweat beading her skin she felt a surge of euphoria.
As the song came to a closing, she turned to the guy she had been dancing with and made a gesture to tell him she was going to go get a drink. She continued to bounce to the beat even as she weaved through the surge of people, her mouth dry but her body still desperate to dance. Scout patted her makeshift fauxhawk, making sure it was still held into place by the loads of products and pins she had held it up with.
A particularly interesting hairstyle caught her eye when she saw a girl with LED lights threaded into her hair. She was a cute little thing, and Scout wasn’t one to pass up an opportunity, so she rested a hand on the girl’s shoulder and leaned in close to her hear so she could hear. “Love the hair, sweetheart!” she half-shouted over the blaring music. When she stepped back to face the blonde fully, something clicked in her mind and told her she knew this girl. Immediately she searched for Arryan’s keeper who she expected to be close by, and, no surprisingly, she was clinging onto him. “HOLY SHIT! STAN?!” she shouted, loud enough for him to hear.
In case he didn’t hear her, she wrapped her arms around his neck from behind a pressed a kiss to his cheek, leaving an orange glow-in-the-dark print. “How the hell did you manage to drag Little Miss Innocent here?” she asked, keeping her lips close to his ear so he could hear her.
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Post by Chip on Aug 6, 2014 2:42:42 GMT
The music was still so loud that Arryn couldn’t even hear herself think. She felt her body being shoved to the left and to the right without any mercy, the other participants of the rave clearly much more excited and into the dance than Arryn was. Arryn slid closer to Stan who was busy bouncing around with a girl in what looked like a spiked bra and a neon pink thong. Arryn could smell something in the air… it was a mix of sweat, smoke, and something she couldn’t quite identify. Her eyes widened in horror when she realized this was the type of party that likely sold drugs! Panicked, she looked around and tried to pull Stan towards the exit to no avail.
What if someone tried to inject her? Or pop a pill into her mouth? That was what happened at parties, wasn’t it?
”Stanley.” Arryn said in a firm voice, but couldn’t be heard over the music. She couldn’t believe he went to these—willingly—and actually enjoyed them! He must be slipping into some sort of depression. Trying to forget about the problems by going to these kinds of things… he really needed help.
When she felt someone come closer and put a hand on her shoulder Arryn flinched, not appreciating the unwelcome body contact. When a compliment was half screamed at her Arryn didn’t know whether to be appreciative or apprehensive. However once she got a good look—as good as the flashing multicolored lights of the rave would allow—she recognized the girl from the first day of school. Especially when she exclaimed surprise to see Stan and wrapped her arms around him, kissing his cheek.
Stan meanwhile hadn’t expected to see Scout here at all, and had heard his name but not clearly enough to know who was talking to him. He did notice the arms around his neck and the kiss on his cheek and his eyes widened before he turned around to face Scout and his face lit up like a Christmas tree, the nameless girl he’d been dancing with losing interest and quickly dancing with some other people in the rave.
“SCOUT!” He yelled back, not minding the lipstick mark that he could feel on his face. He looked his best friend over—well, what parts of her he could see anyway. He liked her makeup a lot—and her tits! They were glowing, literally! He grinned when she leaned closer to him and pulled his hand away from Arryn, sliding both of his hands up to just underneath her chest, poking at the material covering her boobs. Arryn, uncomfortable on her own, quickly clung to Stan’s arm, but her cousin didn’t seem to notice as he listened to Scout.
“I pulled the ‘pay attention to me, I’m lonely’ card. Works like a charm. This is my revenge for her nature walks.” Stan said, snickering. He glanced down at Arryn. “I dressed her up myself! Isn’t she cute!!”
Arryn squeezed Stan’s arm tighter, staring at Scout like a deer caught in headlights. She was out of her zone and felt completely uncomfortable. She didn’t know what to say or, if she attempted to say anything, if she’d even be heard.
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Post by Becca on Aug 6, 2014 3:34:02 GMT
Scout stood with her hands on her hips, waiting for either of the two to recognize her. She was curious as to how Stanley had persuaded his sweet little cousin to come to a rave of all places. Perhaps he was better at manipulating people than she initially thought. Either way she still questioned why the blonde hadn’t turned tail and bolted it out of the building as soon as she stepped inside. Then again the party was in a more shady part of town, and Aryyn was probably worried she’d be mugged in an alley or something like that.
When Stanley finally noticed her, she grinned, rather pleased to see the girl he had been dancing with walk away from him. She laughed, standing still as she allowed him to inspect her body. It had taken her forever to put together the outfit so she didn’t mind the staring one bit. As his hands ran up her torso she giggled, leaning toward him flirtatiously; however, when he started prodding at her boobs she smacked his hands away. “HEY! You’re going to have to buy me a drink before you get that handsy,” she retorted with a smirk as she ran a finger down his chest.
Her eyes then dropped down to Aryyn who was apparently still playing the part of scared little puppy. “Darling, people will stomp all over you if you keep slinking around. You’re so stiff! Come on, loosen up some,” she told her with an encouraging smile before looking up at Stan. “I suppose we could always find someone to loosen her up. Usually they have a bunch of people holding E around here,” she suggested, knowing damn well it wasn’t a rave without ecstasy. She doubted his righteous cousin would actually take it but they could always crush it and put it in a drink for her or something.
When Stanley admitted he had dressed her himself, she took a tiny step back as her eyes swept up and down Aryyn. “It’s cute, but she should definitely be showing more skin,” Scout commented before flashing a smile at Arryn who certainly looked like she was way out of her element.
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Post by Chip on Aug 6, 2014 14:57:57 GMT
When his hands were smacked away Stan pouted, though he knew she was only joking and wasn’t terribly offended. His pout turned into a half smirk when she ran her fingers down his chest.
“Maybe I’ll just have to buy you a drink then, you hypocrite!” He said loudly, “You’re totally feeling up my boobs as revenge!”
When Scout acknowledged Arryn Stan grinned down at his cousin, who didn’t seem receptive to Scout at all. The girl seemed friendly, but she was talking about letters and Arryn was 95 percent sure that was code for drugs, and the way she said they could find someone to loosen her up made Arryn nervous. She leaned even closer to Stan, almost hiding herself behind his back, her hair constantly switching colors.
“No, I’m fine, thank you.” Arryn said, narrowing her eyes slightly when Scout eyed her up. The impression Aryrn had of the other girl so far was that of a lion. She sure seemed to think she was in her element, like she did this all the time. And the way she was looking at Arryn made her feel like a piece of meat. She hated it. Arryn did not return the smile but kept her expression neutral for now.
“I wanted her to! But Arryn wouldn’t wear anything I suggested but that. Now she looks all out of place!” He said, snickering. “Y'know, I’m lucky I could get the hair clips on her! She was complaining about those, too. And that's a great idea, we should find someone with E.”
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Post by Becca on Aug 9, 2014 21:02:51 GMT
Scout smirked before shaking her head at the comment he made. “What boobs?” she questioned as she put both her hands where his boobs would be if he had them and gave a small squeeze. She laughed a bit harder than she probably should have, the positive vibes of the environment having a strong influence over her mood. It didn’t even occur to her the only reason she had bumped into them is because she was going off in search of a drink. Now that Stan was here that could wait.
Her eyes dropped to Arryn once more as she watched him cower behind Stanley. It probably wasn’t the smartest idea to bring her here, especially if she was just going to be a buzzkill the entire time and hold her friend back. That moment she made it her mission to either ditch the dead weight or make her a little more tolerable.
“Naw, darling, I don’t think your fine. I mean, look at you, cowering like a frightened puppy dog. They’ll eat you alive here!” Scout responded when the blonde refused her offer. It certainly would be a rather boring night if she was going to be stuck babysitting all night instead of having fun. Aryyn might be Stan’s family, but Scout didn’t have to look out for her. Besides, if they continued to stand around here they would be trampled.
She thought for a moment, eyes scanning the crowd. There had to be someone here who was dealing, they just had to ask the right person.
“Well, we can always us the body painting station and give her a bit more color. Hell, I’d love to paint your body,” Scout suggested as she smiled at Stan, batting her glowing lashes. Focusing on the topic at hand once more, she sighed. “If I was smart I could have gotten some from the apartment. I bet someone staying at our place is holding, but oh well, it shouldn’t be too hard to find…and we shouldn’t be standing around. So are we going to look for it, get a drink, or dance?”
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Post by Melanie on Aug 9, 2014 23:22:37 GMT
Lana skimmed through her shared closet, trying to find the outfit she had just bought for the upcoming rave. After all the convincing Lana had to do, Chastity had finally agreed to go with her sister. With a frustrated sigh, Lana walked over to her dresser and pulled a bag filled with "kandii" inspired clothes. One of her personal favorites was her kandii bra that she had made a while back with some friends. The bra barely covered her nipples and Lana smirked at that. She stripped down right in front of her sister, who was fixing her makeup.
After perfecting her left eye, Chastity turned to her half naked sister. She gasped slightly before looking down at the ground. "Never seen a naked chick before?" Lana teased as she gracefully slid the bra on, then the white tank top right after. "N-o-no. Lana could you please just put on some pants?" Chastity muttered, still looking at the ground. Lana rolled her eyes and slipped on her neon pink hot-pants over her pantie-less hips. "Better?" Lana asked in a clipped tone. Chastity nodded and looked back up at her sister. If she wasn't so healthy she would've swore that she had a small heart attack at the sight of what her sister was wearing. Quickly she brushed it off and spoke up, "How does my make up look, Lana?" Chastity asked timidly.
"Awh you look like such a little raver! You're almost as hot as me! Here, slip on this dress and your look will be complete." Lana replied happily as she reached into the closet and pulled out a zebra print blue and purple dress. Chastity eyed the dress skeptically and hesitantly turned away from her sister to put the dress on. Once the dress was on her body, Chastity didn't feel like it was that scandalous, and to be honest, it was probably one of the most modest things that her sister had owned. She turned around to see Lana doing her make up. It looked surprisingly complex, but good. "Okay how do I look?" Chastity asked with a confident smile. Lana's jaw almost hit the floor. Wow her sister made a pretty skank. "Yessssss baby cakes. We ready? I'm gonna text Jacky-poo." Lana complimented as she tied her bright red hair in a loose yet semi-high pony tail. Lana grabbed a small baggie of Ecstasy from her purse and shoved it in her bra, but not before slipping one under her tongue. She looked at Chastity with a raised eyebrow and Chastity shook her head, half in decline and the other half in disappointment. "C'mon let us get going. We should leave before mom and dad see us." Chastity stated as she grabbed the car keys and quietly made her way to the front door. "Lana, come on." Chastity hissed as her sister followed her quickly.
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Post by carmen on Aug 10, 2014 1:02:53 GMT
Jack tied a red plaid flannel across his waist, straightening his shirt as he checked himself in the mirror. "I'm excited to see what the girls have decided to wear, god knows Lana has probably gone all out," he said, putting the finishing touches on his outfit. He wore a plain black crop top with his flannel tied around his waist grunge style. He wore this along with black skinny jeans and combat boots and had put in his glow in the dark eyebrow ring. Overall, he thought he looked good. Not many big guys would have the confidence in them to wear a shirt that put their stomach on view for everyone to see, but Jack knew he would at least get a lot of attention from any gay guys there. Hopefully if there were any female chubby chasers there, too, they might appreciate the sight.
Danny tied his glowing neon tie onto his black button down shirt and nodded appreciatively at Jack, "Seriously, though. And didn't she say Chastity was coming too? That should be interesting, it's not really her scene, is it?"
Jack raised his eyebrow at him, "It seems you've been spending a lot of time thinking about her, Huh," he teased.
Danny shrugged, "C'mon, don't tell me you're not surprised she's coming along. It's just different, that's all," he said as he finished tying his tie. He looked Jack over with a grin, "You look like such a whore, dude."
"I am a whore," he said, sticking his tongue out. At that moment, he heard a horn honk outside. They both made there way outside, noting the twins in the front seat of a car in their driveway. They hopped in the backseat and buckled up. "Step on it, we have a rave to go to," said Jack.
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Post by Chip on Aug 10, 2014 1:22:31 GMT
In mock offense, Stan pouted.
“Aww. Are you implying I have no boobs? I mean I know I’m flat, but that’s just mean.” He poked his chest as though self-conscious when, in reality, he was just joking. He followed Scouts eyes to his cousin and couldn’t help but laugh. Arryn still looked like she wanted to bolt for the door. Stan immediately threw an arm around the petit blonde’s shoulders, causing her to yelp in surprise. However her noise wasn’t heard over the pounding music.
“I am not going to get eaten, I assure you.” Arryn replied, and in response to that Stan just squeezed her closer to him, grinning back down at Scout, the flashing lights overhead illuminating his devilish grin. The night was only getting started—just as the cousin torture was just getting started.
“Don’t worry! She’ll loosen up once she gets used to the whole scene!” Stan’s face lit up when Scout suggested they go for body paint, reaching up to adjust the neon glasses on his head. “Ooooh! Body paint! Now that is definitely something I want to get done. So I’ll take that as a promise.”
He winked at Scout, distracted momentarily by her glowing eyelashes. They looked really cool—he wished he had some makeup to make his glow! Maybe he could get Scout to make other parts of him glow instead… Arryn didn’t seem to like the idea of body paint, and she turned to look at the display, not wanting anyone weird people touching her body with their glow in the dark paint.
“Isn’t, uhm… isn’t ‘E’ illegal anyway? No one would bring something illegal... right?” Arryn asked Scout, and Stan burst into laughter, as though what she just asked was funny. Arryn bit her lower lip.
“I want a drink, Scout! Then we can find some E and dance!” He said.
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Post by Melanie on Aug 10, 2014 2:03:26 GMT
"Gawwwd Jacky-poo. We're going. Cute tie Danny." Lana replied as the boys hopped into the car. Chastity pulled out of the driveway and made her way to the party district. It was a short ride, but once they parked Chastity's eyes widened at the size of the line. "Okay uhm...should we wait it out or?" Chastity asked as she unlocked the doors.
"Just follow me cuties." Lana muttered as she fixed her shorts. Once everyone was following behind her, Lana cut the line and looked up at the bouncer. He was stocky, but slightly younger looking. He was in his late thirties, but he was attractive and most likely easily swayed. Pulling the baggie out of her bra, Lana snagged the baggie and pulled out two ecstasy tablets. She pressed them into the bouncer's palm, he smiled at Lana and let her group through.
Scanning the room, Lana spotted a body painting station. That would be fun. She also caught a glimpse of a scantily clad short haired blonde. Damn that girl was fucking smokin'. "I'll be right back." Lana muttered to her friends as she made her way to the girl. Upon closer look she noticed that it was Scout. Perfect. The ecstasy was kicking in and Lana felt the bass pumping through her bones and under her skin. It was such a joyful feeling and she just felt like being social and flirty. Making her way up to Scout, Lana tapped her on the shoulder. "Well you're looking gorgeous. Wanna dance?" Lana asked, holding up the baggie to her potential hookup.
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Post by carmen on Aug 10, 2014 2:17:39 GMT
Jack enjoyed the way that Lana was able to take charge and get them into the club. The second they walked in they were assaulted with a pounding bass and bright lights. Jack was definitely feeling it, and he wondered if he could score some E off of Lana. They were friends, so he knew that she would do him a solid like that, but he decided to just wait until she offered. He didn't want to seem like a mooch, after all, even if he really did want to get a little fucked up.
he raised his eyebrows as Lana walked away from them. He couldn't help but notice the girl she was approaching, and noted that she was pretty cute. He hoped that Lana had luck that night. God knows a horny Lana was a happy Lana.
He turned to Danny, "I think I'm gonna go get a drink. I need some social lubricant before I act like a complete idiot," he said, "Wanna come?"
Danny bit his lip and shrugged. As much as he liked alcohol, he knew he didn't want to overdo it. "Maybe in a bit," he said. It was his first rave, and he wanted to take things slow. Well, as slow as you could go at a rave.
"Suit yourself," said Jack as he made his way to the makeshift bar. He knew Danny would come around eventually, it just took him a while to get comfortable in his skin.
As Jack left, Danny turned awkwardly to Chastity. He gave her a nervous grin and shrugged, "I feel so completely out of place here," he said with a chuckle.
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Post by Melanie on Aug 10, 2014 2:40:26 GMT
Watching her sister walk away, Chastity felt a sense of panic wash over her. She didn't know anyone other than her sister's friends. And as much as she didn't mind them, she would feel a lot better with her sister by her side. Before she could say anything, Jack also walked away and Chastity was left with Danny. His voice startled her slightly.
"Oh I know..the music seems so loud....do you want to go dance?" Chastity spoke up, suddenly feeling bold. Her body felt strange as the music surged through her. She grabbed Danny's hand and led him through a sweaty mass of dancing people.
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Post by Becca on Aug 10, 2014 3:35:45 GMT
Scout rolled her eyes rather dramatically at Stanley comment and shook her head. She couldn’t help but laugh at Arryn’s jumpiness because she was not used to being around people from her kind of crowd. If she moved too fast she was afraid the poor girl might have a heart attack. In fact, she wondered how she still managed to cope with all the bouncing bodies around them.
“Sure you won’t, Princess,” she replied, giving the blonde a wink. She gave the girl credit, at least she stood up for herself given the uncomfortable situation. It was admirable and maybe the only thing she admired about the timid blonde. One thing was for sure, if she thought she was going to hold onto Stan all night she was wrong, that was her job.
The promise of body paint was enough to bring a smile to Scout’s luminescent lips. “You bet your ass. Maybe if you’re lucky I’ll let you paint me,” she commented, leaning forward to expose her cleavage before straightening up once more. The wild energy buzzing in the building was certainly having an effect on her. She felt on top of the world and the night had barely even started. Who knew what would happen or whose bed she would end up in.
“You’ve got to be kidding!” Scout managed to say before she burst out laughing at Arryn’s comment about no one bringing anything illegal into the rave, “You are seriously too sheltered, baby girl.”
Stan’s plan sounded perfect to her, and she was about to put the plan in action when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see a rather stunning redhead in a colorful bra standing before her. It took a moment for Scout to register just who it was before a smile snaked across her lips. Her eyes immediately went to the small baggie before they slowly traveled to Lana’s face, taking a long moment to admire her chest.
“Actually Stan and I were about to get a drink and find some E before dancing,” Scout answered, “But it looks like you already have one of those things covered.” Her eyes then traveled to the open bar where she could vaguely makeout the two boys who usually followed Lana around by the changing lights of the rave. It appeared as if the one were wearing a crop top which was a rather ballsy move which she dug. The other looked a little too simple for her taste, but his tie was pretty cool.
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Post by Chip on Aug 10, 2014 4:05:54 GMT
Arryn puffed her cheeks slightly at Scout’s comments, her hands finding the loose strands of her hair. She started to play with them, the LED lights of her clips reflecting in her eyes. As much as she didn’t like this whole scene or event, the hair clips, now that she was more used to them, were kind of cool.
Looking around the room, examining the half-naked women and ridiculously dressed men, Arryn couldn’t help but think they were all completely misguided. Misguided and spoiled, certainly, to come to a wild event like this so often! She assumed it was often anyway, since there was no way these people bought these ridiculous neon outfits for only one occasion. She grit her teeth at Scout’s dismissal of legalities. Drugs were illegal for a reason! With a thought of horror, Arryn realized how many of these crazy partygoers would attempt driving while high and drunk and whatever else was here! How terrifying!
Stan laughed along with Scout, starting to dance because of being in one place for too long. While Scout turned around to find someone with escasty or chat up another person behind them Stan took over with Arryn, who was staring with a disgruntled expression at a boy in a crop top and his companion, though she had to admit she kind of liked the companions simplicity—a tie.
“Yeah, you’re too sheltered! Loosen up!” Stan said, but Arryn was busy watching as a vaguely familiar person—Lana, was that seriously Lana? It looked like her—clad in a short dress leading the tie wearing man off to the dance floor. As the bass dropped Stan decided to increase his dancing and started to shake his ass over at his cousin, moving closer to the beat, wiggling his shoulder until he started elbowing her in the arm with his shoulder and hitting her side with his ass. “C’mon, Airie, shake that ass a little!”
“Eu—Stanley! Put that away!” Arryn said, putting her hands on Stan’s lower back to try to push him away. She didn’t dare go any lower. Stan just laughed and kept his awkward half-dance going. The temperature of her face was rising with embarrassment as Stan straightened up but didn’t relent on the dancing, instead focusing it all on his shoulder.
Until he saw who Scout was talking to, and he stopped moving. Arryn sighed of relief before he completely left her side and draped an arm around Scout that came off as almost protective, leaning down so he could be at the same height as Lana.
“Well, well! It’s the girl who likes to shag in the janitor’s closet.” He teased, eyeing the ecstasy packet in Lana’s hands. “Oooh… do you have enough for the whole class, rainbow-tits?”
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Post by Melanie on Aug 10, 2014 4:49:40 GMT
An inner feeling of success washed over Lana as she caught Scout staring at her 'assets'. Not being one to turn down positive attention, she intentionally but subtley pushed her chest out slightly. The lights were dancing off of her face and she could see the reflection off of the sparkles glued to her face.
"Well, darling of course I can hook it up if you buy me a drink." Lana replied to Scout with a smile. She felt herself practically grinning from ear to ear but it was probably the E.
She still wanted to get a drink and why not exchange one thing for the other? Lana took a moment to appreciate Scout's chest, since she had already admired her perfect ass. "Rainbow-tits? Real cute. But c'mon let's get this party started." Lana replied to Stan, shaking the bag. "Here," Lana added as she opened the duo's palms. "Enjoy, now let's go get a drink!" She said as she placed a pill in each of their hands.
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