Tweak

InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "My grandmother shot me, ONCE."

Username: 
Password:    
Remember Me
  • Create Account
  • IJ Login
  • OpenID Login
Search by : 
  • View
    • Create Account
    • IJ Login
    • OpenID Login
  • Journal
    • Post
    • Edit Entries
    • Customize Journal
    • Comment Settings
    • Recent Comments
    • Manage Tags
  • Account
    • Manage Account
    • Viewing Options
    • Manage Profile
    • Manage Notifications
    • Manage Pictures
    • Manage Schools
    • Account Status
  • Friends
    • Edit Friends
    • Edit Custom Groups
    • Friends Filter
    • Nudge Friends
    • Invite
    • Create RSS Feed
  • Asylums
    • Post
    • Asylum Invitations
    • Manage Asylums
    • Create Asylum
  • Site
    • Support
    • Upgrade Account
    • FAQs
    • Search By Location
    • Search By Interest
    • Search Randomly

James. Or Luca. Never Lucy. ([info]montaluca) wrote in [info]ultrarpg,
@ 2008-08-07 13:39:00

Previous Entry  Add to memories!  Tell a Friend!  Next Entry
W H O : James Montague and the usual suspects, namely: Terry, Andrew, Jack, Demelza, Avery
W H E N: August 7th, evening
W H E R E: James' apartment
W H A T: Parteeeeeeey
R A T I N G: Let's say PG-13 for now
S T A T U S: In progress



Glancing at the clock on the wall as he left the shower James was happy to discover that for once he was right on time. He'd spent the past 20 minutes carrying crates of beer and other drinks up to his apartment. The whole mission had been accompanied by much cursing and glaring. Carrying heavy crates around when it was too hot to move outside was definitely not something he liked to do or even disliked to do. No, he downright hated it. Once James had finally managed to get everything into the apartment he had taken a quick shower. Oh if only they had a pool. Pools were wonderful. You could swim in them and you could have pool parties.

Mentally adding a pool to the list of things he wanted, James quickly got dressed, giving another nasty glare to his already packed bags. Not only was packing a pain in the arse, but having to get up at 4AM the next morning to get to Sheepland was the cherry on top. James hated cherries. The next days were going to be horribly boring, he just knew it. Not to mention that getting back on track after the summer break was always hard and connected to stiff muscles and spasms, bruises and other funny things that he could've happily lived without. Not that James had been completely lazy over the summer, he still got up every morning to go for a run, but it just wasn't the same.

Carelessly throwing the wet towel back into the bathroom James grabbed a beer from the fridge and flopped down on the couch. No point in waiting, really. Taking a swig a satisfied sigh came over his lips and he leaned back, closing his eyes for a few blissfully peaceful seconds.


(Post a new comment)


[info]terrynboot
2008-08-07 08:01 am UTC (link)
Terry was having a hard time reminding himself that he was annoyed with James. Mainly because he could not remember what it was over. Something about Spongebob, Bananas, and his manhood being threatened. That could be anything though. Sounded like the norm.

Stuffing the stolen nutella in a bag, Terry made his way to James' place. Taking the spare key he had stolen, he managed to sneak in to see the idiot already drinking and just sprawled on the couch.

"Drinking already? That's not nice, Lucy, you're supposed to be waiting." Terry smiled, popping out from behind the couch. He set down the nutella and grabbed one of the pillows, hitting James in the face. "Where's everybody?"

(Reply to this) (Thread)


[info]montaluca
2008-08-07 08:08 am UTC (link)
James nearly chocked on the drink he had just taken when Terry turned up all of a sudden, hauling him out of his peaceful state. Coughing he glared at the blonde and threw the pillow back at him, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt.

"I'm drinking already so that I'll be able to endure the company of you crazy people and I have no idea where the rest of the crazies is. They should turn up soon," He rolled his eyes.

"Why are you here so early anyway? Want to visit Bob? Because he's sleeping, you know. Totally exhausted from last night."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]terrynboot
2008-08-07 08:12 am UTC (link)
Terry laughed at James' coughing, leaning on the back of the couch and barely avoiding the pillow. "Hey now, not on, Lucy. I came to make sure you didn't drink yourself in a stupor before we came and..."

Wait a second, where was his Spongebob? "Leave Bob alone! You... psycho manwhore!" Terry managed to flip, or maybe fall would be a better word, over the back of the couch, landing on James. "Take it back or I'm going to sit on you all night. Bob is innocent. Say it!" He poked James in the chest.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]kirks
2008-08-07 08:36 am UTC (link)


“Jack, Jack, Jack?” his voice droned on and the name continued to be called out, as Andrew literally bounced through the apartment he shared with his best friend. He was looking for said best friend too, having checked the clock on their wall and decided it was time to get going if they still wanted to go to Lucy’s fare thee well party. “Where are you?” he whined, their apartment wasn’t that big and oh, there he was! “We have to go,” he told the bassist, tapping on his wrist where no watch sat. He lost it somewhere about two weeks ago, and seeing as he never found anything in their apartment because Jack always made a mess, he was going to buy a new watch. Tomorrow. Or the day after, or the week after or whenever he wanted to but he really needed to go now.

Without waiting for the boy’s answer, he hoisted Jack up onto his back as though he was a horse, because with Jack as your roommate you were bound to be late to a party by at least two hours. Jack was also very very heavy and needed to go on a diet. “You got everything?” House key, check. He didn’t really need anything else. James said he’d take care of the booze and someone else would bring the nutella. They were all set to go – across the hall! Living in the same apartment building as Queen Lucy had its privileges, like walking in and stealing his food without him knowing it.

He knocked, he opened the door, he fell against the doorframe a few times and then let go of Jack without a care in the world. The first thing he did was head towards the fridge, taking out a beer and taking his time to open the cap. After a few sips he finally turned to see where the man of the hour was, and found him frolicking around with Terry. “Has this turned into a gay fest already?” and that was his greeting. It was better than his first greeting: hello, I am Lindsay Lohan After all, with those two, it was nothing new. People though him and Jack to be bad, but they were about ten times worse.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]slopen
2008-08-07 10:11 am UTC (link)
It was usual practice for Andrew to pick him up and throw him over his back as if he were some sort of dead body in a bag. By now Jack had given up with protesting about how he was being treated and learned to enjoy the short, effort free trip this way of transport gave him. As his arse hit the hard floor he mentally noted that they needed to agree on a softer landing technique – at least this time he was able to land on his behind, and not his face. “Whoa, guys.” Jack was an innocent lad and he wasn’t even tipsy yet, seeing Lucy and Terry in such a position was like a naked flame to the eyes. “At least wait until I’ve had something to drink.” A wink followed this and he moved his body in a sort of army roll movement away from the two males and towards the fridge.

Jack stood to his feet and took out a beer. He tapped the top with his fingers and then opened it. After a long glug of the substance he sighed a blissful sound. Beer; his favourite. Because he was thirsty (give the guy a break, he had been entertaining Dee all afternoon) he didn’t bother with his usual mischievous antics (which involved shaking a can and spraying it everywhere). He took care his body needs before his amusement needs. “Oh shit, Andrew. My banjo.” His pride and joy, his little baby boy. He could picture the poor thing now, sitting all alone on the kitchen counter, where he had left it for only a minute when he went to the toilet.

“Mate, do you have any cheetos?” He was hungry because Andrew hadn’t fed him. In fact, he wasn’t sure if they even had food in the fridge. Last he checked they only had a mouldy sliced lime and a cake from a fan which they both didn’t feel like eating because it looked so good.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]terrynboot
2008-08-07 11:32 am UTC (link)
Terry was going to murder every one of them. Each and every one of them. Starting with James. Wiggling and falling off of the couch, and ultimately off of James, Terry looked up as he moved onto all four in an attempt to regain his balance.

"'Bout bloody time you guys got here. Any more comments about poor Bob and we would have had a dead friend in common." When he stood up, he grabbed a pillow and flung it at Jack. "Perverts. You're all bloody perverts."

Sometimes he felt like the most.. oh wait, he was the most innocent out of all of them. Terry pouted, glaring as he made his way to the kitchen. "Lucy, your nutella is on the floor." He pulled out some cheetos and flung those at Jack as well before turning his attention to the true matter at hand. Alcohol. Lots of it. Once he found a bottle of beer he held it up in a victory is mine gesture. "So who's excited about a weekend without Lucy? I aaaaaaaam!"

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]montaluca
2008-08-07 11:53 am UTC (link)
"Psycho manwhore? Now that's something new," James huffed, holding his beer up once Terry more or less fell over the couch. Damn, at this rate he would spill beer all over his flat before the night was over.

"Fine, sit on me all night then, I don't care," He replied with a grin, taking another swig of beer.

"And Bob is FAR from innocent, Terry. He's a kinky bitch, really. Bet your little mermaid toy thought him all about it. She's a dominatrix." Not to mention that Bob was already in the depths of James' bag. A man needed some sort of comfort if he was away from home that long. At least that's what he told himself.

Sighing deeply when the twins from hell stormed in and ruined his peace James finished his beer in one go. Hopefully they'd at least brought Nutella. Craning his neck to look at them he shrugged, a slight pout crossing his face when Terry stood up.

"What? You've walked in here with me in various compromising situations just to steal my food, and now you complain when Bananaboy and myself are still fully clothed?" Shaking his head he put the bottle of beer down, seeming more alert again when Nutella was mentioned.

"On the floor? How can you leave it on the floor?" James whined, scrambling up to get his beloved drug of choice.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]demelz
2008-08-07 12:53 pm UTC (link)
“Are you done polluting your lungs?”

They were already late, as far as she knew. But no, instead of hurrying, they were walking as slow as turtles. They’d decided to walk to the party, Avery and her, and while Demelza hadn’t known why at first, the reason had become clear once she saw a lighter. If there was anything she didn’t like, it was smoking. And naturally pretty much all of her friends had the disgusting habit. The apartment building she had been at just hours before finally came in sight just as Avery was done, and she shot the other girl a glare to tell her that she wasn’t pleased with her smoking; but this wasn’t the first time and she knew it wasn’t going to be the last time and complaining about it didn’t help so she just let it go.

After a flight of stairs they were at the right apartment door, but she didn’t bother to knock and instead let herself in. “’ello, lads,” came the greeting, taking a tour through the room to kiss each of them on the cheek, punching Andrew in the arm afterwards, before turning back to her best friend. “Your stripper has arrived,” her thumb jabbed into the direction of Avery, and then motioned for her to ‘take it away’.

Digging into her purse, she took out which was possibly the largest jar ever. “Look what I brought!” a big jar of nutella that cost about ten bucks only because she dropped another jar like it in the middle of the aisle of the supermarket. It wasn’t her fault; she hadn’t been expecting it to weigh so much. At least she didn’t have to clean it up, but the girl that was assigned to do so had glared at her with so much hatred it had almost been scary. Almost being the keyword, because the girl had looked like twelve with pigtails and braces. “You can have it if you promise to bring me something from Scotland,” pause. “Like, you know, a handsome Scottish bloke.”

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]spinkle
2008-08-07 01:16 pm UTC (link)
Smoking was her version of football for James. Her version of being a mother for Terry. Her version of helping people for Demelza, and her version of being a rock star in relation to Andrew and Jack. She couldn’t live without it, without a cigarette she found it hard to see point in her day. Avery knew it was wrong and that it was bad for her body, and that some day in the near (or far, far away) future she’d be a patient in Demelza’s care and her best friend would just be tutting a shaking her head. But Avery figured she’d get to that stage of her life one day at a time, and while she waited, why not just light one up? The brunette hadn’t had a drag all day and she was in desperate need, especially since she was about to enter a mental home in the disguise of James’ flat.

And as soon as she brought one foot over the threshold she regretted it within the instant. She almost walked straight back out had it not been for Demelza and her cue. With a quick flick of her hip and a wink of her left eye she lifted her left leg and spread her arms wide open. There, that small performance was her attempt at being a stripper without allowing a single inch of her clothing to fall from her frame. “Hi,” her greeting was slightly breathless and she made an effort to look around the room and smile at each one, Terry, Jack and Luca. And then there was the strange guy with them, but she ignored his existence.

“I second Dem’s request!” she hitched a hand into the air and hugged the girl from behind, leaning her chin on her shoulder. “I would like pictures, or even hard evidence of a Scottish male. And maybe something to do with a sheep.” Avery shrugged herself away from her best friend and fell into a seat. She crossed her legs and leant back, getting herself comfortable in her position. “So, now that we’re all here, what’s on the agenda?”

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]terrynboot
2008-08-07 01:24 pm UTC (link)
"I thought whats-his-name chose Scotland due to the lack of males around? I mean, the sheep thing is easy, but how are you going to get a hold of a Scottish man?"

Actually, he had a fair idea James would find a way. James was amazing like that. He could walk into the middle of nowhere and find one attractive guy. An attractive gay guy too. How in the bloody hell did James get all the luck? No wonder he was a manwhore if all he had to do was wink and he had a new bedmate.

Not that Terry cared. Not at all. And snapping at Lavender earlier had nothing to do with having heard she slept with James. Nope. Coincidence.

"Guuuuuuuuuuys, tell James to give me back my Spongebob. He's saying Spongebob is a whore and getting it on with disney princesses! Which I KNOW isn't true because Sponges don't have things. I'm pretty sure they're asexual."

Terry clung to his beer and climbed onto the couch, kicking James off of it. He pouted, glaring before smiling innocently up at the others.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]montaluca
2008-08-07 01:33 pm UTC (link)
Waving at the girls as they arrived James got himself another beer. However, at the mention of Nutella the wonderful cold drink didn't seem that important anymore all of a sudden.

"Nutella!" It almost sounded like a squee, but of course James would never ever squee. Not even over a huge jar of nutella. Grabbing the jar he hugged it tightly, sighing contently. Maybe he would survive the past few days.

"I will do my best, ladies, but since Coach K made such a big fuss about the "NO other human beings to distract you" I am not sure if I will see anything but sheep. I can get a picture of a sexy sheep man for you though," He nodded, flopping down on the couch with his jar of nutella.

"Spongebob is a whore! A kinky bitch he is, I swear! All the things he said to me last night, I am scared for life. He is not asexual at all, I assure you. Whereas I am not sure about Ariel the little mermaid. Bet she is asexual," He muttered. "'sides, Terry is just jealous."

Landing hard on the floor when Terry kicked him another almost squeal came over James' lips.

"Ouch!" Once the holy jar of nutella was safely hidden James glared at Terry and jumped back on the couch, tackling him.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]slopen
2008-08-07 01:50 pm UTC (link)
Jack barely dodged the pillow. He caught the cheeto’s. And dropped his beer. Which then smacked into his foot.

“Fuck.” He swore above his breath, not bothering to hold in his foul language since he was only in the company of his mates. He wasn’t worried about the carpet, or his foot, he was worried about the wasted liquid oozing out of the cans opening. “Dudes,” it had taken him a moment to recollect himself, after waving and grinning at the two new faces of the room and retrieving a new can of beer. “I don’t give a shit about spongebob’s innocence, he lives in a fucking pineapple under the sea.” Sponge bob, square pants! “For now, can we celebrate our freedom and worry about toys and sex later on?” He didn’t know what he meant by that, but he hoped they knew what he meant. He didn’t mean dildos and whips; he meant spongebob and the fact Lucy liked to pounce on anything that looked remotely human.

They had been standing in his flat for however many minutes and Jack hadn’t even finished one can of beer before the talk of kinky whores had entered the room. So, naturally, he felt like he needed to play catch-up and downed the new can in three sips. He crushed the metal with his fingers (and groaned a little when the material bent around his fingers and trapped them) and then threw it on the floor. “I say we play a game involving this drink. Let’s get rat arsed!” He paused and turned just in time to see James tackle Terry. Hopeless, his mates were hopeless.

He shot a quick look over at Andrew, a glint of mischief lurked behind his eyes, and he ran over to the other boys. Both feet left the floor as he leapt up and fell back down. "BUNDLE!" with great aim, he fell on the other two.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]kirks
2008-08-07 02:07 pm UTC (link)
He rubbed his arm from where Demelza had hit him, a pout curling on his mouth but pretty much ignoring the two without a penis in their pants. Chugging back his bottle of beer, he took his time draining the bottle before staring ahead of him. There were talks of spongebob, scottish blokes, something he couldn’t remember and all he could think was merlin, I’m bored. He didn’t care much about SpongeBob, never got into the sponge because he liked Patrick a lot more, and thus he really didn’t have much to add into the conversation. Aside a, “Yeah,” to whatever Jack had said. Something about sex toys, which made him remember the banjo. “Are you going to get it?” he asked his roommate, in regards to the musical instrument. “You can play SpongeBob’s theme.”

Andrew blinked. He wasn’t drunk enough to be stupid yet, still a tad irritated by Avery’s behavior and the fact his arm hurt. “We could play seven minutes in heaven! But we only have one girl,” he motioned to Demelza, pointedly ignoring the other chick, “and I’m not kissing any of you until I’m drunk and you’ve turned into girls.”

He noticed the shimmer of a glint in Jack’s eyes and wondered what he was up to, but he got the answer seconds later, where Jack proved himself to be just as gay as the other two. He should have guessed. Andrew blinked, wondering if he should join the little gang bang, before deciding on a no. “So what’s for dinner?”

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]terrynboot
2008-08-07 02:13 pm UTC (link)
"Can you play the theme? Without making my ears bleed? If not, keep the banjo where ever you left it." Banjos were over-rated. Of course, that could be because he wanted to play the banjo. But nooooo, Terry's mum said banjos were childish. As if the fact that her son had stuffed animals, video games, comic books, and costumes was perfectly normal.

With a groan, he wiggled underneath and finally managed to push Jack off. "Merlin, you weigh a ton." He stuck his tongue out and then started trying to get James off. "Come oooooon. Let's play something more fun. I could set up one of the systems! seven minutes in heaven is stupid."

Because he was always the one stuck in the closet, not knowing what to do in there. Except that one time Lucy tried to get him in the closet then it was an effort to keep his slobbering off of him. A lot of giggling had ensued.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]montaluca
2008-08-07 02:37 pm UTC (link)
"Jaaaaaaaack! Go and pick up that can you just dropped onto my shiny floor!" James yelled, making himself extra heavy so that Terry couldn't push him back onto the floor that easily. "And we are not worrying about them but talking about them. I'm sorry if you feel left out because you are a cute little virgin boy."

The air was knocked out of him completely when Jack joined the bundle. Not that it was a bad thing, because it brought him closer to Terry.

"Dinner? Beer's for dinner!" He replied in a somewhat strained voice, inhaling deeply once Terry had managed to push Jack off. Not that he would get pushed off, oh no.

"Personally I think seven minutes in heaven is a very, very nice game," James grinned. Bob likes it too, you know? Or we could play truth or dare. Or I never." He frowned as he tried to decide which one would be the better option. He hated decisions.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]spinkle
2008-08-07 02:57 pm UTC (link)

“No,” Her voice was stern and she hoped it could be heard over the childish squeaks coming from the corner where the three boys were now bundled on top of each other. “I’m not playing seven minutes in heaven.” She wasn’t a little child anymore and however interesting the game sometimes got, she refused to participate in one of Andrews’ ideas. “How about we play dares?” it was a typical party game, but it gave them all some sort of leverage and it was James who suggested it originally. “And to make it more interesting we can add a couple more double dare setbacks?” she offered with a light tone, finally standing from her chair. She moved around the room, firstly to place her foot on James and tried with little might to roll him off Terry. They probably enjoyed being so close together but she sure as hell didn’t enjoy watching them.

Her arms folded securely over her chest and she mimicked a stern teacher look for all the boys, including Andrew this time. “How about, if you fail to the dare or decide to pass it on, or pass it all together, you have to drink a shot of beer and remove an item of your clothing?” It was an offer of something to do, rather than watch the gay show currently being filmed right before her eyes. She understood he would be going away for five days and that they’d miss each other, but they had time to do that when she wasn’t around to witness it. They lived across from each other.

“All in favour? Good.” She left little space for anybody to protest and smirked. “Want to clear a space we can all sit in?”

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]demelz
2008-08-07 03:12 pm UTC (link)
Damn, she had walked into a gay bar. Her eyebrow rose at the sudden launch of Jack on top of the other two that were already hogging the couch, wondering if she was currently the only sane one in this room. After all, those three were looking as though they were trying to hump each other, Andrew was suggesting seven minutes in heaven and Avery wanted to get butt naked.

All in favour?

“No!” her nose wrinkled, her arms folded across her chest. “I don’t want to get naked,” Drunk, maybe. That’d be kind of awesome right about now, it would make the images of blood, gore and guts fade from her mind. Sometimes her work really, really sucked. She turned on her heel and went into the direction of the fridge, opening it to see what was there and what should be there aside beer, like proper food and drinks which seemed to be missing, but there was some nutella, so she couldn’t complain. Taking one of the beer cans, she opened the lid after picking at it for a while, taking a sip before returning to the scene and hoping the gay mood had lifted; she didn’t want to have to start making out with Avery.

“Okay, fine,” it was with some alcohol in her system that she withdrew her first no. “I’m in as long as I’m not first.” And then, with a glimpse to the boys, “and if I can sit down.”

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]terrynboot
2008-08-07 03:18 pm UTC (link)
What kind of normal growing boy would he be to object to a game like that with two nice looking girls involved? Though the fact that it was Demelza and Avery sort of made him cringe in fear. Maybe a little disgust to. At least Avery was trying to get James off of him, though James seemed to be extra clingy today. That made Terry smile.

"I'm in as long as I don't get picked first." He may as well agree now because the others would poke and prod him until he agreed. "And... I'll sit on the floor!"

As soon as James was off of him he darted to the floor, giving the room an angelic look. The reason for the darting had nothing to do with the fact that the girls scared him. Or that he didn't want to be tackled by James again. Or that he could easily dive underneath the furniture if he started to lose much clothing.

Already he was fidgeting with his finished beer bottle. Most of it had gotten on the couch thanks to some people. "Can somebody get me a beer? Pleeeeeeeeease?"

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]montaluca
2008-08-07 03:34 pm UTC (link)
James pouted when he was forcefully separated from Terry, hugging one of the pillows that had been lying on the couch tightly instead. Ah damn, he really got clingy when drunk.

"Fiiiiiiiiiine, let's play then. Get me another beer first though," He mumbled, curling around the pillow.

"You're all such pussies. I'll go first," He rolled his eyes. Really, as if the dares could be that bad. Not that he cared anyway, he hardly felt embarrassed by anything and being part of a football team had definitely killed all complexes about getting naked in front of others he might've had. Group showers and whatnot.

"Gimme a beer and gimme a dare. And all of you sit down. 's not like there isn't enough space here, really."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]slopen
2008-08-07 03:52 pm UTC (link)
Did he just call him cute? Wait, he just called him a virgin! Jack stood to his feet and pointed a finger at James, intent on giving him a pimp slap (or a scowl and a kick) but before he got given the chance ten billion other things happened that drew his attention from the matter at hand. He wanted to get his banjo, so that he and Andrew could sing and he could play the SpongeBob theme and prove his playing didn’t slice windows into quarters. However, Avery had spoken and both Andrew and Dee had shown they were feeling bored, so he pushed his banjo playing fantasies out of his head.

He joined them all on the floor, sitting between Andrew and Dee. “Right, wait!” he called, but nobody was moving anyway. He crawled over to the fridge and removed a good portion of the beers and handed them around to each and every guest, making sure they were all well equipped “Lucy,” he paused for tension. “I dare you,” he then paused to think. He didn’t want to male to remove clothes and he didn’t care if he drank anything, he just wanted to give the male something to do that would be hilarious. “-have your legs waxed.” He finally announced, after debating a couple of other painful or embarrassing dares in his mind. “Dee? Avery? Wax strips?”

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]demelz
2008-08-07 04:04 pm UTC (link)
She had sat down while the boys rumbled about truth and dares, sending a ‘stop it’ look in Andrew’s direction as he made weird faces behind Avery’s back. She sipped at her can of beer and wondered what kind of dares would come up. Knowing those boys, they could get seriously frisky and she’d probably be naked and stumbling around drunk because she had to refuse dares every single time. Lovely, why had she gone again? Oh, right, because James was her friend and he was leaving for an amount of time. Still, she wasn’t sure if getting naked and humiliated was worth it.

Snapping from her little daydream, she managed a little wince at the thought of her waxing strips and James’ legs. Luckily for him, she always carried them around in case there was a leg emergency on her dates. Rummaging around in her purse, it took a while before she could find them but eventually pulled them out. “Here,” she handed them over to Jack before turning to James, “I’m sorry, lovey.” But at least he’d have nice legs!

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]terrynboot
2008-08-07 04:19 pm UTC (link)
Unfortunately, it seemed the announcing of the dare had coincided with Terry taking a drink of his new beer. Ultimately, it had ended with him spitting out the beer on the person across from him, giving a sorry look. He was smiling so wide his dimple was showing. "Sorry sorry sorry sorry!"

After a bit of calming himself down, he curled up on the floor and nursed his beer. "Come ooooooooooooon, Lucy." This could only end in tears. Or a lot of laughter. Actually, both. Tears on Lucy's part and laughter on his. Well that was what he got for being mean and taking Spongebob. He fully deserved whatever came to him. "You had better do it!"

If not, he had a pillow within arm distance and fully intended to use it. But for the moment... He wished he had a straw for him beer. Wait a second... Why was he getting sent odd signals? And how did the strips end up in HIS hands? Weren't they just in Jack's?

"Damn iiiit." He used his most whiney voice and glared at James, "Come on, mate. Let's get this over with."

Moving to push James down and sit on his stomach, because he did not want Lucy hitting him in the face when the pain came, Terry took the wax strips and carefully laid them on hairy legs. Ew. "I don't have to do the both legs, do I?" He looked up, pouting at the others. At a nod he sighed and went about the process, not feeling at all delighted when Lucy was in pain.

FINALLY it was done and Terry moved off of his friend, giving him a pitiful look. Why did he have a feeling that was more painful for him than for James?

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]montaluca
2008-08-07 04:35 pm UTC (link)
James only sighed at the dare and waved it off, nursing his beer. Couldn't they have come up with something better? all he had to do for this was lie there and...that was it. Lame.

Already downing his third beer within an hour he slowly started to feel the effects of the alcohol, making his head spin lightly. In a good way though. Not badly drunk yet, just good drunk with a fuzzy feeling.

Laughing when Terry sat down on his stomach James squirmed lightly.

"Woho! Save a horse, ride a cowboy!" Why was he always starting to sing when he was drunk? Ah but that song was nice. Horses were nice. Way better than sheep. Sheep were boring.

Sighing James closed his eyes, only to snap them open again a second later, accompanied by a yell.

"What the fuck are you doing???" No way in hell could waxing hurt that much...or?

A few minutes, which seemed more like a few years, later James was sure that yes, it did hurt that much. Wincing he sat up and glared at them all, downing the rest of his beer.

"Fine, Avery go and give Andrew a lap dance. A proper one. Oh and while you are at it, get me another beer, will you?

(Reply to this) (Parent)


[info]spinkle
2008-08-07 04:58 pm UTC (link)
Now the evening was beginning to get interesting. Just when she thought she needed to escape and find comfort in another cigarette, Jack dished out a dare and Demelza fished out some waxing strips. It was just as well that the blonde had some with her as Avery forgot her bag. However, since she was eager to see a man struggle in a girl’s world she would have gladly returned to their flat to find some for the bloke. It wasn’t as funny as she thought it would be, because his yells of complaint were loud and she could see the expression of pain on his face. Normally, when she waxed, her hairs were never that long to begin with. “Ouch,” she mumbled, her eyebrows furrowing into a frown. With that, she hooked her arm in with Demelza and snuggled closely to the girl, trying to get as far away from the boys as possible.

“You’re being a wuss,” girls went through much worse pain, such as periods and childbirth. “And what the fuck?” It felt like she had been smacked in the stomach, she was actually speechless. Literally. No words could fall from her mouth. James had crossed the line by a mile. With a glare sharp like a dagger aimed at James’ direction, Avery stretched out her legs, making it look as though she might actually do it. And then she unzipped her knee length boots and pulled them off. There was no way in Hell she would touch him right now and give him more of a reason to suggest she did sexual favours for money. “Okay, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named,” yeah, that was Andrew. “Take this bra,” she had wanted to suggest taking Demelza’s but she knew that would be a struggle so instead, against her better will (but thank you, beer, for making her feel slightly light headed) she removed her own from underneath her top with a quick ping of her index finger. She pulled the black laced material out from under a sleeve and flung it at him with a smirk. “Fill it with apples or whatever, and show us all how you think a real woman should be. Or act like yourself with real breasts.” She couldn’t stay hating him forever, he was her mate, but heck, he had annoyed her. "And while you are at that, serve James a beer."

(Reply to this) (Thread)


[info]kirks
2008-08-07 05:21 pm UTC (link)
Andrew had been dozing off again, for a lack of better word. He’d been making weird faces, downing a couple of beers and laughing at James’ obvious pain before staring off into space again. And then he heard his own name. His head shot up, eyes looking bewildered, “Eh?” James’ words hadn’t quite gone through him yet, but then they did, he grimaced visibly. “Why me?” He couldn’t have picked anyone else; it just had to be him. But he didn’t want the girl to come anywhere near him, he was still irritated by her lack of faith in him, her ‘I hate you’ and the fact she was just a bitch in general. “Thank Merlin!” he breathed when seeing her remove a piece of clothing instead of acting out on her dare, overacting his joy at it. His arms rose, waving them around as though he was in one of his own concerts and cheering for the band.

People, stop throwing bra’s at him please. Or at least make them sparkle. He frowned a bit, looking at the piece of clothing as though it was his grandmother’s. He was about to open his mouth to tell her to go fuck off, but then an idea crossed his mind. He stood from his seat, looking around the apartment to look for fruit he could put in the bra, finding two oranges. Pulling off his shirt he discarded it somewhere, putting on the bra with ease (because he had so much experience … pulling them off, I mean) and then beginning his act. “Hello!” his voice was high and squeaky and there was a cigarette between his teeth that he had stolen from Jack during their piggyback ride. My name is Lindsay Lohan “I’m Avery, and I’m suuuuuch a whore! I dance on bars!” Well, she did, she couldn't deny that. He wiggled his hips and paraded around the room, holding onto his fake boobs and pushing them forward as he walked towards said girl. “And you know what I like most?” without another word, he placed his hand behind Avery’s head and pushed her right into his crotch. “Being eaten out!”

And then he made a run for it, making a mad dash for the kitchen while the oranges juggled. “Terry!” he called from his hiding spot behind the table. “I dare you to,” he looked around, before throwing a yellow fruit at the boy’s head. “Lick this banana!”

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]terrynboot
2008-08-07 05:34 pm UTC (link)
THAT was funny. Terry was rolling on the floor, laughing and knowing full well he may die at any moment. Avery was just that scary. But now all he could think of was Andrew strutting in Avery's bra, acting like her. Except not. His face was red in embarrassment for them both, though most of it was because of his laughter.

"Andrew, we knew you well. I'll make the funeral arrangements." He threw the closest pillow at Andrew before the dare sunk into his head. Oh no. He was going to murder him.

"But... But it's a banana." He eyed the object in his hands, his eyes wide as he realised he was going to die. It wasn't like he was eating it. It was just a lick. And nobody said anything about having to peel it first. Everybody knew there was only a little poison in the protective covering. He'd just be sick in the morning.

"Oh... Okay." Terry licked his lips and tried not to look around, his tongue tentatively sticking out of his mouth as he let it touch the banana. He slowly licked it and made a funny face, tossing the banana at Andrew's head.

"Git. Okay. JACK! Jack, I dare you to.... snog Demelza!" Yeah, he had nothing. He always sucked at this game.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]montaluca
2008-08-07 05:41 pm UTC (link)
James was still rubbing his legs, which were now scarily smooth. Oh hell. He was never going to live that one down, especially if the Coach found out. He could already imagine that weird guy running after him and yelling about waxed legs. Ew. Shuddering lightly he took a sip of beer.

Watching Andrew he raised an eyebrow, lips curled into a smile. What he found more amusing, however, was Terry rolling around on the floor. Not that he would've ever thought about watching Terry instead of Andrew. No no, it was a pure coincidence.

Sitting up a bit more when the banana came into the game James bit his bottom lip, trying not to laugh too much. Aw but this was cute.

"It is not poisonous," He commented nonchalantly, shifting a little on the couch as he tried to get more comfortable. Ouch, legs still hurt.

"Awwww Demelza be gently on virgin Jack, it might be his first kiss."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]slopen
2008-08-08 03:47 am UTC (link)
She couldn’t believe what he was doing. Her dare had backfired dangerously and she didn’t know how long she would be able to keep any snipe, slap or kick on her person. He was going all out, parading around, putting on a voice, and now, shoving his crotch in her face. That was the last straw. “Pig!” she growled and bounced her arm back, fist clenched tightly as she released her arm and punched his crotch. He deserved every fucking form of punishment and she didn’t care if it sent her to some prison. Andrew was her friend, sure she said she hated him, but he knew she was being childish. She even knew it herself. But now he had declared war and she was majorly pissed off. Her lips curled into a snarl (but released it as she glanced at the other girl in the room, just to let her know that she was fine and didn’t need to be followed) as she got to her feet and stormed out and into the bathroom.

Jack, on the other hand, was pissing himself with laughter (but not literally). The dare was well and truly over but he was still laughing, on the floor, beer in one hand while the other slapped any surface he could find. His best mate was a genius, a rocket scientist, dead. “Andrew, you’re a goner but your last moments were spent entertaining me and that’s all that matters.” He had totally missed Terry’s dare, but from the look on his face and the banana now connected to Andrews it put two and two together and cracked up again. And poof, he heard his name, with Demelza’s with snog and his face fell. He was being dared to kiss Dee, his crush but not public crush, what if he got too into it or something? What if he took it too far? What if things would never be the same ever, ever again? He had kissed her plenty of times already but now was different, because now his heart was racing.

“Okay.” His response was a little shaky but could be passed off as an aftershock from the laughing fit he had just had. Jack never turned down a chance to get naked but he also didn’t want to turn down a dare, so he shifted himself over to Dee, took her hand and pulled her to her feet and then, with a deep breath, pressed his lips to hers. At first, he wasn’t sure what to do, just keep his lips there? Or take the kiss to the next step. He applied a little more pressure after a few more seconds, and cupped her chin in his head to keep a good posture.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]demelz
2008-08-08 04:34 am UTC (link)
Demelza was, in a word, shocked. Not because Terry had to lick a banana, even though she had send him a sympathizing glance, and not because Jack had just been dared to snog her (but that would set in later) but mainly because she’d been sitting so close to Avery that she got an eyeful of the idiot’s crotch, too. Well, she just saw the back of Avery’s head as she was pressed into it, but it was still shock worthy. Her mouth opened to say something as the other girl stalked off, but closed once seeing the glance directing her way. Demelza wouldn’t be surprised if Avery was off coming up with schemes on how to kill Andrew, but by now something else had caught her attention – mainly the fact she had to be kissed. By Jack.

It was just a dare, it didn’t mean anything, this was Jack. Maybe that’s why her stomach was fluttering weirdly. To conceal this fact, a smile was plastered on her face and she allowed him to pull her up. She wasn’t quite sure where to put her arms and she didn’t want to leave them hanging beside her, either, so they slid around his shoulders and then hooked around his neck before feeling another set of lips attach themselves to her own. This wasn’t funny, or at least not funny in a ha-ha way, but that didn’t explain the fact she was still smiling stupidly. She was tip-toeing and he was kissing her and she was just kind of standing there. Good job. It was then that she decided to move, leaning against his chest as she returned the pressure with her lips, nipping subtlety on his bottom lip in order for him to open his mouth so her tongue could entwine with his. For how long were they actually supposed to do this, wasn’t there supposed to be a time limit? Maybe that meant they could do this all night, she wouldn’t mind that.

It was after this thought and a fair bit amount of snogging that she pulled back, a little bit freaked by her own thoughts. Kissing Jack was bad, wanting to kiss Jack was bad, he was her best friend so it was all bad. After taking a deep breath, she stood back on both feet. “Okay, I refuse whatever dare you have cooked up for me,” her arms were still around his neck, and she smiled up at him in a manner that told him she’d rather get naked and drunk instead of doing whatever he was thinking up, because with her luck he’d tell her to snog Avery or something silly like that. Releasing the boy from her grip, her lips landed on his for a peck to tell him everything was fine and dandy between them before she kicked off her flip flops (one of them neatly hitting Andrew in the head) and turning towards James. “So that makes it my turn. And I dare James to help himself to Terry’s lips in whatever way he wants. Now, excuse me while I go check up on my best friend,” With a hand motion in James’ direction to tell him to get it on, she patted Jack on his arm and squeezed his hand before going into the direction Avery had gone moments before.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]montaluca
2008-08-08 04:47 am UTC (link)
James had watched the proceedings of the game with mild interest, almost falling asleep on the couch. When his name was mentioned he blinked and it seemed like too much of an effort to open his eyes completely. Gazing at them all for a few seconds it took some time until his dare sunk it, which in turn made him seem more awake all of a sudden.

"Oh...yeah well," Taking another gulp of beer he bought himself some time, frowning lightly. Was this a good or a bad thing? He couldn't decide. Once again he hated decisions. Not that he would let his insecurity show. Nope. Because James Montague was never insecure. Instead his lips turned into a smirk, eyes fixed on Terry as he got up. Tackling the blonde for the second time that evening James made sure that Terry couldn't escape, smiling innocently at him.

"Hi," He grinned down at him before kissing him.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]terrynboot
2008-08-08 06:19 am UTC (link)
To be absolutely truthful, Terry was showing more interest in the rim of his beer can than the actual dares going on. Because it was just weird watching Jack and Dee kiss, but it was all he could come up with! Then James' dare came around and before Terry could have time to react he looked up to see Lucy coming at him.

"Eep." Was the only noise he could emit as Lucy pressed down on him, those lips, which had to have been everywhere now, coming down on his. James was kissing him. Not just a small kiss, but... No. A drunken dare kiss. He would just have to go with it. But why did nobody think that maybe he wouldn't want James kissing him?

Only his lips weren't thinking at all and his mouth was working against James' and he wasn't sure if he had drunk enough to blame it on the beer, because he sure as hell had enough body mass to not be too drunk, and... why was he thinking at all? He had to be a few minutes in before he found the need for air. Though, to be fair, he would have gladly died from lack of oxygen to keep kissing James like that. Wait, WHAT?

"You could have just taken off some clothes." Terry huffed, pouting.

(Reply to this) (Parent)

Home | Site Map | Manage Account | TOS | Privacy | Support | FAQs