WE'RE GONNA LIGHT IT UP(group)

[darius jereme whitfield]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 465px; height: 425px; background-image: url(http://img221.imageshack.us/img221/3810/derek4vftj.png); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 0px solid #414141;] i won't say i've had enough OUTFIT: HERE | WC: 1074 | TAGS: ALL THE PARTY PEOPLE NOTES: ANYONE AT THE PARTY CAN INTERACT WITH HIM Drinking away every last thought seemed the best answer for his problem; alcohol had never done him wrong when he’d had problems before so Derek was sure his old friend would help him to forget the way he felt about her and every last thought racing through his head about everything that happened. He just needed a night like he used to have, or so he convinced himself, and he’d able to push out those feelings he’d told himself he’d never feel for anyone; getting drunk and hooking up with some random girl would just that. Thankfully his girl Paris needed to only hear him utter the words ’party’ and ’single’ and she was more than happy to throw him just the ’welcome back to your old life’ party he needed. And the rest of Jacksonville’s filthy youth were invited to partake in whatever madness would ensue that night. Leaning against the railing at the top of the stairs his hazel eyes roamed over the faces he could see on the ground level, all of them enjoying themselves at his party. Grumbling under his breath he was aware he shouldn’t be so pissed about this but couldn’t help but feel none of them were grateful, nor did they know or care for the reason this party was happening; a few more drinks and he might find his own soap box to stand on and tell them all why this great party was happening. And why he wasn’t enjoying it. Derek’s eyes swept over the faces again as it hit him, he was standing her moping when he was supposed to not be doing this. What the fuck was wrong with him? Licking his lips his eyes dropped to the nearly empty cup in his hands, he definitely could use another drink. All at once his fingers released the plastic red cup and let it fall where it may; watching it’s decent the corners of his lips curled up into a amused smirk as he watched it turn over and splash down some poor souls below. Hearing them getting pissy over their beer bath Derek couldn’t help but shake with silent laughter as he pushed off the railing and made his way towards the stairs. Grabbing the first kid who wandered into his path Derek hand a good hold on his shirt and was about to toss him aside, his eyes dancing with excitement as he watched the off balance male almost fall over the railing. And given the height, unless someone broke his fall, his night would be ruined. Derek’s middle finger rose into the air in response to the words thrown his way for what he’d done, not caring at all; things were going how he wanted so far now that he wasn’t acting like some pathetic schmuck who’d been kicked to the curb. ”Who the fuck does she think she is anyway?!” He asked no one in particular as he bad his way down the stairs, shoving past people and throwing them out of the way so he could reach the ground floor. ”Thinks she’s to good for me…now she thinks she’s to good for me?!?! I told her this months ago. But her stubborn sexy ass didn’t listen.” Ignoring the group of people he’d pissed off coming down the stairs his head snapped in the direction of a male who was staring at him like he’d lost his mind. ”Fuck off bitch.” He instructed the male as he flipped him the bird and was pushing his way through people to get the liquor cabinet, where daddy D’Agastino kept the good stuff; you could always count on a rich man for that. Derek’s hands rubbed together feverishly, as he were sanding them down as one might do to a rough piece of wood. But he couldn’t contain his excitement as he drew nearer to the liquor cabinet; that cheap beer in the kitchen wasn’t cutting it and while he was aware that the Baker boy had brought better things to drink, along with his drugs, Derek would never pass up the expensive stuff the rich people kept hidden. His face lit up as he found a nicely aged scotch that appeared to have never been opened, the old man must have been saving it for a special occasion and this was as special an occasion as any. Shutting the cabinet he left it for anyone else to “break” into, he was surprised it hadn’t happened yet; though being the idiotic bunch teens tended to be he was sure they had no clue what they had before them. Twisting off the top he tossed it aside to become trash on the floor, bringing the bottle to his lips he tilted it back allowing the amber liquid to rush into his mouth and down his open throat. Enjoying the bite it had he lowered and emitted a satisfied sigh, pushing his way through people once again. With this bottle in hand the night would surely only look up. Somehow the path he’d created for himself led him to a room with an available seat, which he happily plopped down into. Nursing his bottle of scotch Derek once again found himself looking through the throngs of people, but this time he was looking for any girl who’d catch his eye; normally the man wasn’t so picky but his plan to forget and not give a second thought about her he knew this girl had to be perfect. Or as close to perfect as he’d find in this crowd, because Darius Whitfield was not leaving without getting laid and that was that. ”There isn't a single thing worth tasting…what the fucking fuck!” There was a mixed response from the women around him who heard his out burst, some were disgusted others seemed to push their breasts out more as if it'd prove him wrong; he stood by what he said nothing before him looked appetizing enough to sink his teeth into. Even though he was sure he’d screw this up somehow he was pulling his phone from his pocket and fighting with the thing to get off a text to Paris, he could always count on her to come through; so hopefully she’d drag along the perfect big breasted slut for him whenever she decided to stop fucking whoever she was with. Slut, come find me I’m near the picture with the two guys and on the red comfy coach. Bring me sluts! Somehow he’d managed to send off the message, now he could only hope she’d know her own house well enough to follow his directions. Until then he’d have to sit back and enjoy his scotch, which wasn’t a bad thing at all.

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[ariankae]

Arian had no clue where in the hell she was. All she had heard was party and she was down. It had been awhile since she had gotten into some troubltown? Yeah, this was what she needed. Maybe it would help her meet more people. Besides the fact that doing bad things, made her ooze with accomplishment and joy, as they were not what her family wanted for her. True to say, Ari's parents didn't live in the area and probably wouldn't know about the party, she was still thrilled to be doing anything that "clashed" with their values.

She had a red plastic cup, a party symbol, in her hands and willed with a cheap beer, also a party staple. And the music was loud, and you could feel it. Lately, Arian just wished that she could feel numb. Being in a new town, and knowng no one, still sucked. No matter how much of a badass you thought you were. She pushed her hair away from her eyes as she slithered her lean body through hauls of drunk, hormone-crazed teens. This seemed to be the party of the year. The house was large enough that was for sure.

Her long, blonde hair was straight as a pin and fluffed up in the back at her crown just the slightest bit, and she wore smoldering make-up in every hue of grey and black and glitter imaginable. Her black shorts were no where near modest, and she had a "kiss now, talk later" t-shirt on that showed her mid driff.

She knew she was dressed a little slutty, but that was the best part about going to a party where you knew no one, they would never remember that as their first time meeting you as they are beyond drunk.
She lifted her cup to her face, and her bracelets slid down her thin wrist, all clicking together as she drank the last of her third cup. She placed it ona nearby mantle and began to wander, hoping she'd fing either a really hot guy, or someone to talk to. Preferably the former.

She had to be careful as many a teen in this party bucket happened to be minors. She was not into that. Or that level of trouble. She wandered in and out of room after room, hoping to find someone 21 or above.

[paris katherine d'agastino]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding:0; margin: 0; background-image:url(http://i1029.photobucket.com/albums/y353/shockwavesyndrome/thisiswar.png);background-repeat:repeat-y;width: 450px;height:600px;] "See yourself back downstairs," Paris rolled off the bed and walked over to her private bathroom as she looked behind to see a male buttoning up his shirt. He wasn't the best fuck she had but he would do for now. She fixed her hair in the mirror and put her dress back on straightening it so people wouldn't catch on to what she'd just done. She couldn't help herself though, she needed some kind of fix, and because Ricky was taking his sweet time getting there she took matters into her own hands. If anyone was to blame it should be him for making her wait. Before the man left she heard him ask if he could see her later and she just laughed sticking her head out of the bathroom so he could see more than just her reflection. "There's nothing more to see. I'm pretty sure you've seen it all." She motioned for him to leave hoping he'd get the hint and not look for her later. There was something she just could not stand about people wanting to hang out after getting laid. She walked back into her room and grabbed her phone from the nightstand as she opened up a new text searching for Ricky's name. When she found it she punched his number in and sent a quick where's the real party at? text message that he'd get any minute. She knew he'd understand that she meant where his drugs were, but knowing him he'd either play stupid with her or not get her message at all. For all she knew he could be messing around with some tramp in one of the rooms in this mansion of hers. What a dick, coming to her house to fuck another woman, this was her territory. She walked back into the bathroom to look at her appearance one more time as she heard her phone going off in her hand as she looked to see what the reply message had been. She had thought it'd be Ricky getting right back to her but the sender had been different. Darius, what in the fucking world did he want? She was sure he should be with some woman forgetting all about Aubrey by now. "What an idiot," she laughed knowing exactly where he was in the house as she walked out of her room and through the crowd to get to him. She noticed the blonde that was just checking things out and smirked as she walked over towards her. "The whole point of a party is to mingle so get that sexy ass of yours out there and do it damnit," she went as far as she slap the blondes ass urging her forward. This was her house, her territory, and if the girl didn't like the invasion of person space she could see the door. Not being one to stay around and chat she walked down the hall and into the room with the picture he'd mentioned as well as the couch. She walked over to where he was and plopped down on the couch stretching her feet out infront of her as she looped an arm around his shoulder and pulled the brooding man closer. "Who the fuck are you tonight? The Derek I know would be right out there in the middle of the floor trying to sex up all the ladies, and yet here we are practically alone." She smirked as she leaned over and pulled her leg up over him pulling herself up until she was sitting on his lap. "Waiting for me were you?" She smirked moving her hips against his waist bringing her lips in real close to his. "I'm not one for incest so you need to get the fuck up off this couch and get out there to find a bitch that'll jump your bones." She slipped off his lap grabbing his shirt to pull him up into the standing position. "I hate to see you like this so i'm going to do you a favor and help you out. Let's go hunting," she smirked pulling him alongside her out into the general population of the party. "First things first I need a drink." He could wait to find a woman for a few minutes. enough words | tagged : everyone | outfit this template was made by ZOE of caution 2.0 !

[darius jereme whitfield]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 465px; height: 425px; background-image: url(http://img221.imageshack.us/img221/3810/derek4vftj.png); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 0px solid #414141;] i won't say i've had enough OUTFIT: HERE | WC: 775 | TAGS: ALL THE PARTY PEOPLE NOTES: NONE Staring at the lit up screen of his phone until it went black Derek wasn’t waiting for a text back, but he saw her picture was still his background image still and started to debate if he should just break the damn thing and be done with it; it might be overly dramatic to smash the thing just to be rid of it, but in his current state of mind buying a new one made the most since. His grip tightened around the electronic device but surprising himself all he did was slide it back into the pocket he’d gotten it from. It’d be there to taught him another day. But today he’d go back to drinking everything away, as he brought the bottle up to his lips he felt the weight of another person drop down beside him. As he finished taking the swig he’d begun to take as they sat down Derek’s head swiveled around slowly to see Paris as her arm was draped over his shoulder like a snake and pulling him in closer to her. Lowering the bottle he swallowed what he’d been holding in his mouth, the corners of his lips turning up in a cheeky smirk at the gorgeous woman now hanging all over him; he did love how she didn’t have an issue with personal space. ”All the ladies don’t have me salivating and wanting to take a bite.” Shrugging his shoulders heavily he’d have thought she’d seen the pickings weren’t the greatest, then again he’d never been one to be choosey when he wanted to get laid. ”How’d you fucking know?” His forehead found hers as a faint smile turned up the corners of his lips for a second before disappearing, they both knew all too well things weren’t like they once were between them; that didn’t stop his arms from wrapping around her slender frame to try to keep her in place, but looking into those sensual green eyes of hers she didn’t seem nearly as far gone as he was and she’d easily get away. ”You gonna make me?” One of his brows hiked up in challenge, even though he knew better than anyone she’d be more than happy to pull him off the couch and get his sorry ass in gear. And she did; he staggered a bit to find his own footing though as he teetered back and forth his body threatening to let gravity win and pull him back down, but Paris was stronger than gravity it seemed as she had him standing upright. Glancing his shoulder at the couch Derek couldn’t help back chuckle at what had just happened, ”Paris, my sexy little minx. If we’re going hunting there won’t be any survivors…or is that the plan? Are we killing everyone?” His head had snapped back around to face hers, and his free hand found her neck and pulled her head in closer to his so they’re lips were once again only separated by a sliver of air. ”Because I might just be in the mood for a blood bath. Fuck your parents should thank me for painting the walls red, I’m a regular Picasso when it comes to rearranging faces.” As a sinister throaty chuckle began to resound from him it was cut short as she was once again pulling him around; it was probably easier he supposed so he didn’t struggle. ”A drink, or are you hoping to find someone else in the kitchen with certain party favors?” Derek would be more surprised if she wasn’t trying to seek out the man, since he could remember the look in her eyes when he’d had the chance to look into them; they would give her away every time, for pretty much everything if she wasn’t careful, but this time they’d only shown him she had yet to get high. He just hoped she wouldn’t ask him he knew where the man was because she he’d seen him a while ago the two hadn’t crossed paths again, but if he had to wager a bet he’d imagine the guy was hanging around whatever room the stoners were toking up in or attached at the hip with some easy slut who’d spread her legs if asked. ”Ay bitch you got legs, use them to move the fuck out of our way.” Instructing a drunken idiot who’d stumbled in their path Derek didn’t give him to move on his own as he shoved him into the wall long enough for him and Paris to walk past and carry on their way; that was the downside to these parties, bunch of dumbasses in his way.

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[ariankae]

Her red cup sloshed as she drank. She knew she should mingle, and she usually did. But she wasn't sure what she was even doing out tonight. All she was looking for was some unattached trouble. Something for the night, and a party was the place to find it. True, she knew absolutely no one here, and she typically tried to at least know one guest, she was still just to new to town.
She teetered in her heels, making small talk with a young girl beside her, she already seemed to drunk to function and Ari immediately halted the conversations. This was the type of thing she was used to. All those parties she was required to attend in attachment to her old profession. She also hated how cliche she was. That French model, it was disgusting on her tongue. And usually refused to talk about it. You could guess though, with her slight frame and intense looks. And the French accent? Swoon able. She wished she could cut her vocal cords out.
She jumped when she felt someone grab her ass, and swirled around. "Thanks for the advice" she said, holding her cup out, and winking. She knew that was coming.As the woman walked away, she let we eyes lazily follow. She could feel the alcohol start to take affect. The unknown woman had thrown herself into a males lap. She grinned, and turned. Determined to find somewhere to sit. Her feel we're dying.
She titled and tumbled into a room not far from her original standing place. It was gloriously decorated with posh furniture. "Hmm, girls got money." she mumbled drunkenly. The room was not full, weirdly, and she sat on the couch and leaned back. Taking a moment to breathe. She wondered if she should leave.

[paris katherine d'agastino]

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