Post by Hunter Sommer on Oct 22, 2008 14:31:07 GMT -4
When the idea struck her, sort of randomly and off-handed, Hunter hadn't even really realized that she was going to go along with it.
She'd thought against it, thought how dumb it was to plot something like it.
Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she knew that it wasn't a good idea. It really just wasn't a wise choice, and it wasn't like she was stupid, she knew that things would probably go wrong. But she never was one for wise choices anyway. Act first, think later. Besides all of that, Sarah's parents were away until next week, and with just the two of them and Samson, the house had been pretty boring. As amazing as both of the Brightons were, the girlfriend she loved and the surrogate younger brother she also adored, they were no match for the wild party life that Hunter was normally associated with.
She'd been attempting to cut down, on both the drinking and on the late nights, since her parents had kicked her out for what felt like the hundredth time since the beginning of the school semester. It was already looking like she might be a Christmas drop out this year, and the idea didn't impress her, it made her want to drink even more, just to forget about the fact. But she had tried to stop, mostly for Sarah's sake. They had found their apartment, and were due to move into it any day now, once they found the spare time to pack and get all of Hunter's things from her parents place. Life was calm and rather casual. And now she was bored almost every day.
If she wasn't drinking, what was she supposed to do?
She didn't have a job, no where wanted to hire her, and school was a drag. She couldn't even drive the band to their gigs, until she got her license back in the beginning of November, which was still weeks away.
When she had the idea of a party, she tried to argue with herself over it, but had eventually caved in. Sarah's parents were away, it was probably their last weekend in the house before they moved out, and she hadn't drank in almost a half of a week. She really just needed some tequila body shots, and a pint of something strong. It was just a small slip, and all in the name of fun. She tried to tell herself that the unsure look on Samson's face, when she told him they were throwing a party, was a sign to stop. But she couldn't stop. Everyone was coming now, bringing booze, and fun, and good times. Word of mouth traveled incredibly fast in a place like Parkdale, and once she had told a couple of friends, before long almost the entire city seemed to know.
Well, except for Sarah. Which was a bit of a problem.
No matter, though! She'd just have to pass it off as a.. surprise going away party. In celebration of their new house.
Stepping up onto the kitchen table, having to duck her head just a bit to keep it from touching the ceiling, Hunter swayed a little on her unsteady legs, already half way to half clocked. She tried to push that worry aside, as she lifted her bottle of vodka high above her head, and thrust her other hand into the air as well, grinning widely. "Everybody, everybody~ welcome to Hunter's new apartment bash! Let's get fucking wrecked!"
"We shouldn't be here," Tatum repeated, although she knew Ophelia had heard her the first three times. She had to raise her voice a bit, to be heard over the music, and the sound of all of the people stuffed into the place around them. She had to lean in a bit, but she didn't mind doing so; she was content to lean into Ophelia, instead of the drunk teenage boy who had just flopped onto the couch beside her on the other side. They had settled themselves away from a lot of the commotion, onto the couch in the living room, which had been thankfully free. The party had spread through out most of the house, from the living room, to the kitchen, and upstairs. Only Sarah and Samson's bedrooms had been stated explicitly as off limits, and even then, Tatum was pretty sure she had seen a couple making out on Sarah's bed, when she had gone upstairs to use the washroom.
They had both had a couple of drinks, Ophi significantly more than Tatum herself, and the redhead still had her mind about her, and thus her conscience. She hadn't seen Sarah even once at this party, and she had a sinking suspicion that Sarah didn't even know what was going on. And that wouldn't be good. That wouldn't be good at all. Swallowing hard, she lifted a hand and cupped it around her mouth, leaning over to speak to Ophi again, and edging further away from the boy beside them, who now looked on the verge of possibly puking into his own lap. "Where's Sarah? Does she know we're having a party?"
As soon as she had heard that Hunter was having a party, Brody was there without hesitation. There was no way in hell she was missing out on a jam like that; Hunter always threw the best parties, and she usually had the best things to drink. Between work, school, and a single show at the cafe, Brody had been living the most boring life in existence. It was time for a little spice. She'd called up Lucy, told her to get her skank ass ready, and then gone through the motions of doing the same for herself. Hopping into the shower, choosing just the right outfit, doing her hair, and packing Hal carefully into his case, before heading out to her car and settling him into the tiny backseat. It took almost twenty minutes to get the car actually going; it had been stalling a lot more, as the weather was getting colder, but with a few well placed swears and some kicking, the thing eventually started up, and she was on her way to the Hartigan house to pick up her best friend.
Honking the horn [which sounded a bit more like a pathetic wheezing sound] once, twice, and then three times, she pulled into the driveway and waited. Pulling down her visor, she peered into the mirror, making sure that her hair was looking just right for the evening.
If she was lucky, maybe she'd finally hook up with someone at this party. Maybe not Hunter, since it was at her girlfriend's house and Brody was fairly sure that her black friend could destroy her in a fight, but almost the entire school was going. It would be like a Random Comment show, without the terrible music, and she was quite pumped at the mere prospect.
Somehow, Rath had gotten stuck driving Leigh and Seraphim. He wasn't sure how it happened, but he was fairly sure that it was him mentioning that he was going to stay home and play a party simulation on the Sims 2, when the two had been rushing around to get ready to go. After those words had left his mouth, the two teenage girls had more or less forced him to take a shower, and get ready to go over to Sarah and Samson's house, for a party that was promising to be one of the more epic ones in this current century. He really wasn't into that sort of thing, but Tatum was there, and so he didn't mind tagging along quite as much. It'd give him a chance to watch out for her, and make sure that she didn't drink too much.
He felt a bit like a limousine driver, as he was turning the corner down Sarah's street, and glanced behind him to where his youngest sister and her girlfriend were sitting in the back of the car. "You know, one of you could have sat up front, made me feel like less of a leper?"
"Could have, but didn't," Seraphim replied quickly, with a little shrug of her shoulders. She only leaned over slightly, slumping further against Leigh at her side, and giving the blonde a broad sort of grin. They had done quite well, convincing Rath to leave the house, even if they both knew it was probably only because he wanted to go and hang out with Tatum. Seraphim herself wasn't a big party goer, nor a big drinker, but she usually went when her brother and sister did, just to keep her eyes on them, and make sure that neither of them did anything stupid, or tried to drink and drive. Someone had to be the responsible one, after all. And it was a bit sad that she, the youngest Donnelly, had to take over that role.
Leigh had agreed to come along though, getting a thankfully free night from the cafe, and that had made Seraphim actually want to go. Things were always better when Leigh came along, no matter what the occasion was, and thus was no exception. They had gotten ready together, as they normally did before parties and dances, but there had been significantly more time wasted on fondling this time around as they tried to get dressed. Not that Sera was complaining, of course, far from it. It had been quite a fun event, really.
As they pulled closer to the Brighton house, the brunette squinted out the window, seeing cars parked and lined practically along the entire street, even some along the grass and sidewalk a bit. Only Hunter's van was in the driveway, boxed in by Ophelia's Yugo, and every other vehicle just seemed to pile up and litter the neighbourhood. "Holy crap, lots of people much?" she murmured, glancing at Leigh, and giving the other girl's held hand a little squeeze, entwining their fingers. "Ready for this?"
She'd thought against it, thought how dumb it was to plot something like it.
Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she knew that it wasn't a good idea. It really just wasn't a wise choice, and it wasn't like she was stupid, she knew that things would probably go wrong. But she never was one for wise choices anyway. Act first, think later. Besides all of that, Sarah's parents were away until next week, and with just the two of them and Samson, the house had been pretty boring. As amazing as both of the Brightons were, the girlfriend she loved and the surrogate younger brother she also adored, they were no match for the wild party life that Hunter was normally associated with.
She'd been attempting to cut down, on both the drinking and on the late nights, since her parents had kicked her out for what felt like the hundredth time since the beginning of the school semester. It was already looking like she might be a Christmas drop out this year, and the idea didn't impress her, it made her want to drink even more, just to forget about the fact. But she had tried to stop, mostly for Sarah's sake. They had found their apartment, and were due to move into it any day now, once they found the spare time to pack and get all of Hunter's things from her parents place. Life was calm and rather casual. And now she was bored almost every day.
If she wasn't drinking, what was she supposed to do?
She didn't have a job, no where wanted to hire her, and school was a drag. She couldn't even drive the band to their gigs, until she got her license back in the beginning of November, which was still weeks away.
When she had the idea of a party, she tried to argue with herself over it, but had eventually caved in. Sarah's parents were away, it was probably their last weekend in the house before they moved out, and she hadn't drank in almost a half of a week. She really just needed some tequila body shots, and a pint of something strong. It was just a small slip, and all in the name of fun. She tried to tell herself that the unsure look on Samson's face, when she told him they were throwing a party, was a sign to stop. But she couldn't stop. Everyone was coming now, bringing booze, and fun, and good times. Word of mouth traveled incredibly fast in a place like Parkdale, and once she had told a couple of friends, before long almost the entire city seemed to know.
Well, except for Sarah. Which was a bit of a problem.
No matter, though! She'd just have to pass it off as a.. surprise going away party. In celebration of their new house.
Stepping up onto the kitchen table, having to duck her head just a bit to keep it from touching the ceiling, Hunter swayed a little on her unsteady legs, already half way to half clocked. She tried to push that worry aside, as she lifted her bottle of vodka high above her head, and thrust her other hand into the air as well, grinning widely. "Everybody, everybody~ welcome to Hunter's new apartment bash! Let's get fucking wrecked!"
"We shouldn't be here," Tatum repeated, although she knew Ophelia had heard her the first three times. She had to raise her voice a bit, to be heard over the music, and the sound of all of the people stuffed into the place around them. She had to lean in a bit, but she didn't mind doing so; she was content to lean into Ophelia, instead of the drunk teenage boy who had just flopped onto the couch beside her on the other side. They had settled themselves away from a lot of the commotion, onto the couch in the living room, which had been thankfully free. The party had spread through out most of the house, from the living room, to the kitchen, and upstairs. Only Sarah and Samson's bedrooms had been stated explicitly as off limits, and even then, Tatum was pretty sure she had seen a couple making out on Sarah's bed, when she had gone upstairs to use the washroom.
They had both had a couple of drinks, Ophi significantly more than Tatum herself, and the redhead still had her mind about her, and thus her conscience. She hadn't seen Sarah even once at this party, and she had a sinking suspicion that Sarah didn't even know what was going on. And that wouldn't be good. That wouldn't be good at all. Swallowing hard, she lifted a hand and cupped it around her mouth, leaning over to speak to Ophi again, and edging further away from the boy beside them, who now looked on the verge of possibly puking into his own lap. "Where's Sarah? Does she know we're having a party?"
As soon as she had heard that Hunter was having a party, Brody was there without hesitation. There was no way in hell she was missing out on a jam like that; Hunter always threw the best parties, and she usually had the best things to drink. Between work, school, and a single show at the cafe, Brody had been living the most boring life in existence. It was time for a little spice. She'd called up Lucy, told her to get her skank ass ready, and then gone through the motions of doing the same for herself. Hopping into the shower, choosing just the right outfit, doing her hair, and packing Hal carefully into his case, before heading out to her car and settling him into the tiny backseat. It took almost twenty minutes to get the car actually going; it had been stalling a lot more, as the weather was getting colder, but with a few well placed swears and some kicking, the thing eventually started up, and she was on her way to the Hartigan house to pick up her best friend.
Honking the horn [which sounded a bit more like a pathetic wheezing sound] once, twice, and then three times, she pulled into the driveway and waited. Pulling down her visor, she peered into the mirror, making sure that her hair was looking just right for the evening.
If she was lucky, maybe she'd finally hook up with someone at this party. Maybe not Hunter, since it was at her girlfriend's house and Brody was fairly sure that her black friend could destroy her in a fight, but almost the entire school was going. It would be like a Random Comment show, without the terrible music, and she was quite pumped at the mere prospect.
Somehow, Rath had gotten stuck driving Leigh and Seraphim. He wasn't sure how it happened, but he was fairly sure that it was him mentioning that he was going to stay home and play a party simulation on the Sims 2, when the two had been rushing around to get ready to go. After those words had left his mouth, the two teenage girls had more or less forced him to take a shower, and get ready to go over to Sarah and Samson's house, for a party that was promising to be one of the more epic ones in this current century. He really wasn't into that sort of thing, but Tatum was there, and so he didn't mind tagging along quite as much. It'd give him a chance to watch out for her, and make sure that she didn't drink too much.
He felt a bit like a limousine driver, as he was turning the corner down Sarah's street, and glanced behind him to where his youngest sister and her girlfriend were sitting in the back of the car. "You know, one of you could have sat up front, made me feel like less of a leper?"
"Could have, but didn't," Seraphim replied quickly, with a little shrug of her shoulders. She only leaned over slightly, slumping further against Leigh at her side, and giving the blonde a broad sort of grin. They had done quite well, convincing Rath to leave the house, even if they both knew it was probably only because he wanted to go and hang out with Tatum. Seraphim herself wasn't a big party goer, nor a big drinker, but she usually went when her brother and sister did, just to keep her eyes on them, and make sure that neither of them did anything stupid, or tried to drink and drive. Someone had to be the responsible one, after all. And it was a bit sad that she, the youngest Donnelly, had to take over that role.
Leigh had agreed to come along though, getting a thankfully free night from the cafe, and that had made Seraphim actually want to go. Things were always better when Leigh came along, no matter what the occasion was, and thus was no exception. They had gotten ready together, as they normally did before parties and dances, but there had been significantly more time wasted on fondling this time around as they tried to get dressed. Not that Sera was complaining, of course, far from it. It had been quite a fun event, really.
As they pulled closer to the Brighton house, the brunette squinted out the window, seeing cars parked and lined practically along the entire street, even some along the grass and sidewalk a bit. Only Hunter's van was in the driveway, boxed in by Ophelia's Yugo, and every other vehicle just seemed to pile up and litter the neighbourhood. "Holy crap, lots of people much?" she murmured, glancing at Leigh, and giving the other girl's held hand a little squeeze, entwining their fingers. "Ready for this?"
