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Post by taylor nicole monroe on Feb 5, 2012 21:32:31 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] The music pulsed through her body as she plastered a fake smile on her face while a man droned on about his sports team. As if Taylor was supposed to care that they were just two games away from making it to states, but because she was a decent person she let him continue without any interruptions. She positioned the pair so she could look into the mirror that was just behind him, so at least she had a distraction as she watched the crowd behind them. He would be none the wiser that she was looking past him because he was too self consumed.
When her drink started to get light Taylor frowned and glanced in the mirror for the quickest route to the kitchen. She could see the hall she had taken to get there, but this guy was so annoying she did not want him to follow. "Excuse me, I know you were in the middle of that riveting story but I really need to use the restroom." She knew he would offer to lead the way but she smiled shaking her head placing a hand on his shoulder urging him to stay in place. "You stay right here and i'll be back soon if there's not a long wait. You know how girls are in the bathrooms," she made a light joke as she backed away turning abruptly hoping to never see him again.
She did not have to go to the bathroom but he did not need to know that. She walked down the hall and into the kitchen where a group were all gathered around the counter where she'd gotten her last drink. She was about to try to sneak her way through the crowd until she felt someones hand on her shoulder keeping her put. Taylor swiveled around to see the brunette with the devilish eyes staring at her. "If you could just excuse me I was just hoping to get a drink." She did not know this girl but something told her she should. "You look like a girl who could do a lot better than cheap room temperature beer."
Taylor shrugged looking back at the crowd with a smile, "I thought that was the usual drink for these things?" Paris burst out laughing and shook her head taking the girls hand. "Never settle for usual." She never once told her what her name was or where she was leading her, but Taylor let her figuring there'd be a tastier drink at the end of this rainbow. "I've got the perfect thing to quench that thirst of yours," she stopped infront of a door and opened it as Taylor peaked inside to catch a glimpse of what was in there. Paris swung the door open entirely and pushed her in retrieving the door handle and going to shut the door. Taylor had pretty much been thrown in this room with no idea what she would find.
You couldn't hear anything from the other side of the door that signified she'd still been there, but Taylor kept her cool as she walked further into the room and looked around. She said there'd be better alcohol than beer so she decided to look for it. When she saw the liquor cabinet she walked over but saw something else other than beer, a reflection of a man behind her staring out the window. From this angle he looked so much like her roommate she almost thought it was him, but as she spun around eager she realized this man was an imposter. A sexy, imposter. "Please tell me i'm not interupting something. This girl just threw me in here and said there'd be something to drink. I don't want to impose."
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Post by darius jereme whitfield on Feb 17, 2012 11:24:43 GMT -5
| [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: 691 | TAGS: TAYLOR NOTES: YUP YOU CAN KILL ME FOR TAKING FOREVER WITH THIS POST >.< BLEH MINE SUCKS ASWELL Being shoved into a room and told to stay put wasn’t the eighteen year old’s idea of a good time, okay so it could be if he were stumbling to catch his footing as a woman were pressed up against him as their lips hungrily explored each other. But that wasn’t the case. Derek had been thrown into the room and nearly fallen over in his drunken haze as he tried to regain his footing, luckily a couch seemed to jump in front of his path and managed to keep him falling face first on the carpeted ground; instead he slammed into the back of the couch and nearly toppled head first over the back onto the cushions, it would’ve been a soft landing but he preferred to stay upright for the time being. Pushing himself up to his feet he staggered back a bit until he was able to still himself, or at least his feet the rest of him seemed to keep moving; then again that could’ve been the room moving. Looking towards the shut door and finding he was alone he cursed out Paris under his breath. What kind of room had she thrown him into; it didn’t want to stay still.
A fact he soon found out as his feet took on a mind of their own and began to shuffle forward without his say so, his eyes widened as he took the scene before him. Just how much had he drunk tonight?
Derek glanced at the partially full bottle of scotch he still clung to, and could only shrug indifferently. It was a party, so drinking as much as he had wasn’t strange by any means. He just wished the room would stop spinning; somehow his feet had brought him over to the window. His forehead hit the chilled glass with a thud and the instant relief it brought was more than welcome, if he could stay like this for just a few more minutes he’d be ready go back out into the party. Even if Paris back from wherever she’d run off too; he could only slightly recall her saying something about fixing his problem. Normally the pieces would fall into place by what she had meant but he just wasn’t able to see the bigger picture.
He hadn’t heard her come in, hell he hadn’t heard anything except the sound of his own thoughts. So lost in them it caught him off guard when the heard the cooing sound of a woman’s voice come from somewhere behind him; it had only taken him a moment to know the voice hadn’t been in his head and from way it had come from, an incredible feat given the state he was in. Derek’s eyes fluttered open as he turned in the direction he thought the voice had come from, and seeing the brunette haired girl looking back at him he was thankful he hadn’t imagined her voice and there actually a person standing before him that it was connected to; then again there was the off chance he made her up as well. She’d said something, he hadn’t really caught it before but he now tried to recall it and his head began to shake slowly in response as he figured it out; he wasn’t even sure he got the words right that had come out of her mouth but it made sense in his head. ”No…you’re fine. Waving his hand at her body he moved in closer to her; the meaning behind his words were unknown to him. He wasn’t sure if he meant her looks or if she was okay to be there, both were true though; she was a looker and definitely his type. Safe to say someone was looking out for him.
As he closed the space between them he pointed off past her to the liquor cabinet, ”Don’t let me stop you from indulging yourself…grab a drink join the party.” Raising his bottle in salute it quickly met his lips soon after as he took another drink from it, this girl looked perfect for making sure he had a good evening.
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Post by taylor nicole monroe on Feb 18, 2012 21:51:30 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] The closer he came to her the more she could see a resemblance to her roommate, and the more she found this man extremely attractive. He was drunker than a skunk but she'd give him a chance at conversation. As long as she could still understand him she could talk to him, but when he'd start to slur his words too much she'd politely excuse herself and get out of there as fast as she could. His eyes spoke for themselves being as bloodshot as they were. "How early did you get this party started?" She joked as she pointed at the bottle in his hand. Everyone she came across had the small beer bottles in their hands while this man walked around with liquor. She liked that he wouldn't settle for the shit beer. He had good taste.
She started to wonder if the girl that'd escorted her to this room didn't have a hidden agenda as these two were stuck in here alone. She snuck a peak into the corners of the rooms looking for a flashing red light proving there was a hidden camera somewhere, but she could see nothing more than vacant spaces. If there weren't some sort of hidden camera in the room she couldn't understand why she had been there, but as he gave her permission to dig into the alcohol she didn't complain as her attention snapped back to the display case. "What would you suggest?" She looked back at the bottle in his hand, scotch, and made a sour face as she decided his idea of a good drink might not satisfy her.
She saw a smaller bottle of whiskey in the corner of the cabinet that was over twenty years old, the liquid darkened from age, and she picked it up in her hand looking through the glass bottle at the contents. Her father was a whiskey drinking man and it was the first alcohol beverage she was able to sneak in her house so she was quite accustomed to it's taste. His had never been aged as long as this and it peaked her interest to see how much better (or worse) it made it. She wished there was something she could mix this whiskey with but drinking it straight was her only option tonight. She took the cap off and held it in her hand as she poured some liquid into her mouth taking only seconds to swallow. She hated holding liquor on her tongue because it'd end up burning her.
"I forgot how strong this stuff was." She admitted before taking another drink hoping it'd help her buzz. "Do you think she's going to let us out anytime soon?" She didn't even know if Paris was on the other side of the door anymore but she doubted it. Who would want to guard a door when they could be off partying and enjoying themselves. "At least I have company in here so it's not too bad." If she were locked in this room alone she would have gone crazy. "This is going to sound so crazy but I have to tell you that you look almost exactly like my roommate. It's like you could be twins." The idea both thrilled and terrified her since she had a love - hate relationship going on with her roommate.
She stirred the contents in the bottle and took another swig of the whiskey immediately swallowing. Already her tongue was getting used to the taste making it easier for her to down the alcohol. "My daddy would drop down dead if he saw me drinking right out of the bottle. He always taught me to drink out of glasses." Growing up in such a proper household never made Taylor happy, but if it kept her parents proud of her she was quick to oblige. People have actually called her a goody two shoes, a true label, but there were certain times when she could disobey and be naughty. Like tonight, drinking out of the bottle was naughty to her.
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Post by darius jereme whitfield on Mar 12, 2012 2:53:38 GMT -5
| [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: 1247 | TAGS: TAYLOR NOTES: ONCE AGAIN SORRY He tried to act as if he hadn’t noticed, nor cared, the way she was staring at him. How her big brown eyes danced back and forth in their sockets as she assessed the man that stood before her. As if to determine if the prize before her was indeed worth winning; if he were worth it. And he knew that he damn well was. Even if the alcohol that coursed through his veins had him slightly off balance and added a slight slur to his words, Derek still held the confidence that he could, no that he would, still charm her with all his bad boy ways and that he would still rock her world. His lips stretched out into a wicked smile, one that had trouble written all over it, as his eyes darkened with desire from getting a better look at her up close; she was different, and yet familiar. Staring into those big brown eyes he could almost picture someone else standing before him, someone else he really wanted. Making it easier to place those feelings in this unknown woman. Her dove like voice once again filled the silence that had fallen over the room, and he couldn’t help but chortle at the unspoken answer to her question; as if it were a private joke. Derek’s gaze turned upon the amber liquid still in the bottle he clung to tightly before slicing back to meet hers. It wasn’t his first drink and it certainly wouldn’t be his last, as if that fact weren’t obvious enough he shrugged his shoulders sluggishly unable to recall how long ago he’d had his first drink of the evening.
”Been partying all my life. From the day I was born till the day I die.” It was an indirect way of answering her question, and he was sure it still was a perfect response. Even in his drunken state Derek was positive she didn’t really care when he’d begun partying. At a party like this did it even matter?
As her eyes did a sweep of the room he too craned his head around as if he could spot whatever it was she was looking for. He had no way of knowing what that was, but if something popped out at him it was safe to say that just may be what she had been on the hunt for. Unfortunately nothing screamed for his attention and his gaze returned to the attractive woman before him, happily examining every inch of her exposed skin that was visible; licking his lips as he could almost taste her vanilla skin on them he was going to get those clothes off her and see what was hidden underneath. He was already peeling away each layer that covered her in his mind, the image in his head was distracting him so much so he’d barely head her question. Hell he’d almost paid it no mind at all but considering what she was asking he figured it would help to speed things along if he helped her to pick out her poison. Disregarding her look of disgust at his own drink choice the corner of his lip turned up in a lopsided amused smirk; his upper body swayed a bit as he began to move and his way to liquor cabinet, his hazel eyes lit up as he looked over the bottles held inside. Each one more promising than the next. ”Well I’m normally a whiskey man myself but…”
To his surprise she reached around him and was pulling out one of the bottles housed in the cabinet, he quickly tried to read the label as she brought it closer to her. And from what little he was able to make out he was certain she’d grabbed whiskey; Derek couldn’t help but perk up as he watched her uncap the bottle and gulp back some of its contents, his mouth hinting at a smile as he watched her reaction to the burn it caused her. One he knew all too well himself, but having consumed as much as he had it wasn’t something he noticed as clearly as he once had. She was a girl after his own heart, ”…This is a nice surprise. And I’ll have you know we’re both drinking whiskey tonight, mine is just Scottish. All scotch is whiskey, but not all whiskey is scotch…” He mused recalling the useless fact, though had no clue why he’d felt the need to tell her it; probably because in the back of his mind he could still see that look she’d given earlier. Though it should have no bearing on them now, and sober he’d have not given it a second thought, it’d seemed important to inform her just the same.
It was easier this time to disregard what came out of her mouth, it held no importance for him and he was easily focused on other things. Like how if she moved her hips just right the fringe of her skirt moved out of the way to expose more of her thigh, but before his eyes could travel further up her leg the black curtain would fall back into place and obstruct his view. He just couldn’t have that, it was teasing him. And he began to reach out to tug it down but thought better of it as something hit him; this wasn’t just some loose slut looking for a good time. Which sadly meant, for him, he’d have to try to be charming. Sighing in frustration he played it off as if he’d been bringing his hand up to run it over his hair, quickly forcing a smile as he looked at her as if he were completely interested in what she was saying. Even though her steering the conversation to the topic of her roommate wasn’t the most thrilling of topics at all, he was going to grin and bear it. ”Oh well any many who looks like me should count their lucky stars for being so good looking…but nothing beats the original.” Derek pointed his index finger at himself as he closed the space between them, leaving barely a sliver of air between their bodies as he stared straight into those doe eyes.
Listening intently to her, or pretending as if he was, Derek would swear the alcohol was already having a slight effect on her. Loosening her tongue to talk more freely; evenly if the topic wasn’t ideal, it showed she was opening up more and he’d just have to keep her drinking and soon enough her lips would be pressed against his. ”Well I won’t tell if you don’t.” He mused as he pressed his index finger to his lips to indicate they should keep her little rebellious act a secret between them. In all honesty thought Derek didn’t ever see himself telling anyone about what she was doing, he’d probably forget it in a second anyway. It wasn’t like this was something he could hold over her head to use later for leverage if he wanted to fuck with her; in a completely different way than he was intending to fuck with her at the moment. ”I don’t think I caught your name.” Thankfully all the alcohol in his veins might help her to dismiss the look in his eyes, the one that said he didn’t really want to know. She would hopefully just assume he was another glassy eyed drunken fool, which he was.
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