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Genome NPC (genomenpc) wrote in genome_project,
@ 2012-11-24 00:18:00

Entry tags:

aaron lavigne, ariel silverman-lim, eden adler, elliot fisher, event, mao sakibou, november 2012, rielle mckenzie, wesley clarke

Who: Any and all teenagers who can find a way to have gotten invited
What: PAR-TAY
Where: Mitchell's parents' house, NYC
When: Friday night, baby
Rating: Mid-to-high for PARTYING TEENAGERS. The horror.

It was a familiar scene. A house in a quiet, upscale neighborhood, a dull light flooding out from windows well into the night, bass shaking the expensive wood flooring, red Solo cups littering every feasible surface, and a mass of drunk, underage teenagers, hormones raging, all pressed against each other in a hot room. Mitchell's parents were out of town, visiting family on the West Coast. A party was almost mandatory. Once the rest of the football team heard about his parents' little vacay, it was more or less decided.

A band made up of kids from school came to play, several kegs were bought, and so the party commenced. By now, however, it was past midnight. The band had struck their set an hour before. Someone's iPod had a dance playlist pumping loudly through the surround sound speakers. Furniture had been pushed against the walls to make room for dancing. Some had even managed to slip away into one of the many rooms that sprouted from the long, wide corridor that ran the length of the house. The basement was full of couches, upon which couples sat entwined, and others drunkenly philosophized. There was probably a game of spin the bottle happening somewhere.

At parties like this one, really anything could happen.

[OOC: And here are the covers Corporate Lobotomy performed. They did some original songs too. I'll list them at the end.]

[OOC: The orignial songs by Corporate Lobotomy are as follows:

→ Bowtie
→ Denial
→ Sweettart Sweetheart
→ High Hells
→ B-Cups in Vegas
→ Atlantic City
→ Do you kiss your mom with that mouth? I kiss your mom with my mouth
→ Attack of the Space Presidents
→ My Cat is a Dog
→ Fuck Lipstick ]

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caulfieldish
2012-11-24 06:46 am UTC (link)

Parties were good for business. Wherever a group of teenagers gathered, Aaron was there, taking orders. He usually did a few runs in and out of the party for the first hour or so, and then spent the rest of the night smoking on someone's balcony or in a corner with a red cup of who knows what. Whatever he felt like. It typically started out as water. Refills were easier that way. Water was a nice clean slate.

Tonight, there was a balcony, which meant that he had a cigarette in one hand and a mystery red cup in the other. And a fat wad of cash in his pocket. He wasn't quite drunk enough to philosophize. He towed the dangerous line between sober and drunk that most of the people at the party had long since crossed. He just needed a reason. A reason to keep from calling it a night. There were perfectly good left overs at home, but he had a feeling something or someone would make sticking around and being more drunk worth while.

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truefalse
2012-11-26 12:48 am UTC (link)

Okay, so Aanika hadn't exactly planned on drinking- it had just sort of... happened. One minute she was innocently standing by the door and the next there were these cute little shot glasses, and a group of boys insisting that she only had to try one, and the next thing she knew she had gotten involved in a game of quarters that had come out of absolutely nowhere.

She wasn't falling on her face drunk, but she was in an oddly good mood as far as Annie's moods went, and she was giggling more than usual, which she blamed on the warm, fuzzy feeling that had spread through her once the shots had settled in.

When she spotted Aaron, it was a slow, distracted weave to get to him, and when she finally reached him, she let her arm shift to his shoulder so that she could lean against him. "You just made a shit ton of money, didn't you?" she asked. "What are you buying me with all the cash, stud?"

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caulfieldish
2012-11-26 02:11 am UTC (link)

Wasn't she supposed to be DD for someone? Not that it mattered to him. He took the subway everywhere anyway, but judging by Annie's... More friendly than was normal demeanor, someone wasn't getting the ride home they'd planned on.

Aaron raised both eyebrows at her, "I did," and to prove it, he pulled the wad of cash from his inside jacket pocket and ran his thumb iver the bills like they were playing cards, "But who said any of it was for you? That's kinda presumptuous, don't you think?"

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	truefalse 2012-11-26 03:49 am UTC (link)
	Annie- with her new and alcohol-improved filter (nearly non-existent) let out a nice subtle exclamation of "Holy shit!" before covering her mouth with her hand and letting out a small snort of laughter. "Sorry. But uh- everyone knows your my sugar daddy, so I don't know why you're playing coy now." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

caulfieldish
2012-11-26 04:51 am UTC (link)

Aaron snorted and flicked what was left of his cigarette over the edge of the balcony. He was pretty sure he'd just found his entertainment for the evening. "Well, you know. It's a living." He shrugged with an air of false modesty. He stuffed the money back into his pocket.

"Coy? Me? I don't know the meaning of the word, Miss Patel. And Aaron LaVigne is no one's sugar daddy."