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Post by Rhys Armitage on Jun 22, 2012 14:23:08 GMT -6
"Awww, beer for a Biermann," Rhys said while tilting his head to the side. He glanced surreptitiously between the two blondes he was seated next to, feeling rather excellent about the way his night was shaping up.
"Are you in the habit of joining circles when you don't know what they're for? Because that seems rather dangerous," he grinned at her. "We could be dropping acid. Or taking part in a demonic ritual. Or taking part in a demonic ritual while on acid... anyway, if there's a virgin sacrifice, I think we can all agree to take Kevin, yeah?" Rhys whispered, figuring that taking cheap shots at his cousin was a surefire way to endear himself to pretty much anyone who'd had even a cursory interaction with Kevin.
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Post by Lacey Holloway on Jul 21, 2012 22:39:50 GMT -6
Lacey sighed audibly as she moved through the packed room, sipping from a large glass filled with the red wine she'd brought herself. She had decided to hang back in the kitchen while the circle of Spin the Bottle players assembled, waiting until she could be reasonably certain that no one would attempt to drag her in. Flopping down next to her fellow bemused bystanders -- namely Billie, Amy and Blaine -- she rolled her eyes.
"I cannot believe they're actually doing this. Like, are we thirteen or what? Fucking Rhys, I swear to God." Rhys Armitage also happened to be the only boy she'd ever kissed, and she considered it one of the most thoroughly disgusting moments of her life. "I sincerely hope, for all of your sakes, that this isn't the sort of thing that regularly went down in Hufflepuff."
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Post by Amy Weatherson on Jul 23, 2012 10:29:17 GMT -6
Amy smiled as Lacey joined them, "Aaah well now, Hufflepuffs didn't get that memo, sorry." Even Lacey's particular brand of cynicism and distaste over the Spin the Bottle wouldn't dampen her spirits... or rather the spirits she was at least trying to fake whilst avoiding looking over at Caleb and/or Lola. She wished she hated Lola, it might be easier to be deal with her and Caleb's relationship then. It probably didn't help that she worked with Lola and got along with the girl incredibly well either.
She moved to perch on the arm of the sofa, "Rhys is okay really, fun actually, once you get to know him better... and if he happens to be sober at the time. I don't know, I'm not really feeling Spin the Bottle tonight," she shrugged easily, casting a glance at Billie as if trying to silently communicate that they needed to have a girly talk about it later on that night. Sucking the straw in her drink she frowned as she reached the bottom of it and stood up, "Well looks like I need a refill, can I get you guys anything?"
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Post by Lacey Holloway on Jul 23, 2012 14:55:51 GMT -6
"Then I'm assuming you haven't had him slobber all over you after the Spring Dance," Lacey commented with a look of obvious distaste. So, okay, maybe her issue wasn't with Rhys personally, but it was easier to blame someone. "Sweetie, you're adorable. Really. But you do give people the benefit of the doubt more than they perhaps... entirely deserve. I mean, come on. Call me Tilda Swinton, because We Need to Talk About Kevin," Lacey said with a meaningful head tilt that probably came off as slightly condescending.
Lacey drained her glass before looking up at Amy. "Mine is the bottle of merlot with the... no, you know what, I'll come with," she said while waving her hand impatiently. She'd failed to register that Amy clearly wanted to talk to Billie, if anyone, and so she scurried up from her seat and linked arms with the other girl. "Hey. Everything okay? Like, making out with a bunch of weirdos I went to school with is clearly not my thing either, but it should at least be a laugh to watch, yeah?"
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Post by Amy Weatherson on Jul 24, 2012 5:21:20 GMT -6
"Umm well... no, I haven't," Amy conceded, shyly tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, "Was it really that bad?" she asked the other girl in concern, looking over to check on the Spin The Bottle group.
"Thanks, I think," she laughed as Lacey pronounced her adorable but she seemed defensive then at the other girl's words, "It's not about doing anything more than they deserve I just think it's better if we all try to see the good in people. If you assume everyone's bad to the bone and then treat them like they are, well, of course they're going to feel like they might as well just act out, people are expecting them to so why not?" She looked over at Kevin with a slight sigh then.
"Merlot, got it," she nodded, about to turn away when Lacey came with her to the kitchen instead. Smiling tightly she shook her head, "Everything's fine, when am I ever not fine?" Amy pointed out as they entered the empty kitchen. Unlinking her arm momentarily whilst in search of drinks she shrugged lightly, "I guess I'm just having a bad day, my head's in a funny place or whatever," she suggested offhandedly as she passed Lacey her bottle of wine and then turned to make up her own drink. This also had the additional advantage of her being sufficiently distracted so as not to have to look at Lacey because Amy was fairly certain her fake cheery smile was fading and the slightly lovelorn frown would be visible to the other girl.
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Post by Lacey Holloway on Jul 24, 2012 16:18:58 GMT -6
(ooc: lol I accidentally posted this with Kevin)
"Well, girls seem to like him for some reason? Maybe they're all brain damaged," Lacey sighed, looking down at her nails. She then glanced up with her eyebrows raised. "Or they get a free pass to do whatever they like, because there's a cabal of nice people waiting to take them back. I'm just saying."
"Mmm-hmm." Lacey pressed her lips together, glancing over Amy's face. She didn't want to push the other girl too much, but 'When am I ever not fine?' was exactly the sort of thing Lacey usually said after a secret crying session in the bathroom at work. She let her arm fall loosely to her side before taking the wine bottle and pouring daintily. Leaning against the counter, she said, "Like, I'm probably not your favorite person or whatever, but I've been there? No one expects you to feel great, like, twenty-four seven."
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Post by Spencer Hastings on Jul 28, 2012 11:18:09 GMT -6
Spencer Hastings wasn’t a Hufflepuff but she was friends of Billie, Blaine, Claire, and Amy. She breezed into the room carrying a bottle of vodka she had swiped from her Dad’s liquor cabinet and a few more items to make more girly drinks.
“Hiya,” she said breathlessly to Billie and Blaine and then continued into the kitchen to drop of her things. Seeing Lacey and Amy she smiled brightly at them not realising she had interrupted their conversation, "Hey Amy, Lacey," she nodded to each of them in turn and set down the items she had procured from her father's collection. “Hope I’m not too late, swim practice ran late again,” she smiled shyly, “But don’t worry, I took a shower before I came,” she chuckled. Smelling like chlorine at a party really wasn’t a turn on. Then gesturing to the living room, "Why is everyone sitting around in a lopsided circle?" she asked.
((ooc: I felt like she needed to join them, simply because I changed her appearance and wanted to use her.))
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Post by Lacey Holloway on Jul 29, 2012 16:15:09 GMT -6
"Hi Spencer," Lacey said, unconsciously fussing with her long red hair as the other girl walked into the room. Dropping her now-empty glass on the table, she reached for the vodka, suddenly deciding that she needed something stronger for this party.
"Oh, just some idiots who thought it would be a great idea to share germs with half the people we went to school with." She elbowed Spencer and pointed through the doorway, because as if on cue, the game was now in full swing and Rhys already had his tongue down some hot girl. "No Cory tonight?" she asked innocently; the two had seemed inseparable.
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Post by Spencer Hastings on Jul 30, 2012 10:17:44 GMT -6
Spencer absentmindedly reapplied her chap stick, suddenly feeling the need to do something other than simply stand there. She then busied herself by opening the rest of the various bottles and things she had brought to the party and began mixing a drink for herself, “Do either of you want one?” she asked, making extra in case they felt like something pink and zesty.
Peering through the doorway in the direction Lacey had mentioned she watched with a slight grimace that crept unconsciously over her features as Rhys tried to swallow another girl’s face with his mouth. “Oh. Great.” She really didn’t want to have to kiss Rhys. Though there were a few other people in the circle she wouldn’t mind kissing and a few outside the circle as well. “We broke up,” she answered shyly her eyes appeared momentarily fixated on the drinks she was preparing. “Here you are,” she offered both Amy and Lacey a cup before sipping on her own, nearly polishing off half of her glass before giving a little cough. “I might have made it a bit strong, sorry.”
Glancing at the other two and then back at the circle she gave a little sigh. “Come on, we should play? It might be fun.” She shrugged. “I’m single and I wouldn’t mind kissing a few people, even if said people happen to be frogs,” she flashed Amy and Lacey a smile, and then a cute face, one anyone could only ever describe as a ‘Spencer face’ it was like a puppy dog face but without the underlying notion of begging. “Please?” she encourage Amy with a nudge, “Amy you might get to kiss you know who,” and by that she meant Caleb. Spencer was very good at keeping secrets and she didn’t know how many people knew that Amy liked Caleb so to keep it confidential she used that turn of phrase.
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Post by Lacey Holloway on Jul 30, 2012 15:04:48 GMT -6
"Um, maybe. Can I try some of yours first?" Lacey asked before sipping gingerly from Spencer's drink.
Lacey then rolled her eyes at Rhys and turned away from the door. "What do you think it's like, being so vapid? Does he just go about doing whatever he likes, never once paralyzed by over-thinking? More importantly, is there some way to mine the vast power of dumb-guy-confidence and use it for the greater good?" She smiled at Amy and Spencer. As someone who over-thought every little thing to the point of never acting on her feelings, Lacey had to admit... it must be nice to just blithely float through life.
"Oh. Sorry." Lacey certainly didn't sound sorry, but then again, sincerity was never in her wheelhouse. She was trying, though. She went for her drink like a champ before shaking her head. "It's fine. If you can't taste the vodka, you're doing something wrong."
'Maybe with just the current occupants of this kitchen,' Lacey couldn't help but think as Spencer suggested they play the game. They could probably recruit Billie and Blaine and round up some other nice safe gay dudes for the sake of 'balance'... would that be too obvious? Probably. She quickly nixed the idea. "Looking for a rebound?" she finally smirked. "Look. You're beautiful. Everyone's drunk. You'll get your kiss without joining in the communal spit orgy, trust me."
Lacey then looked between the two girls with her arms crossed. "I don't know who," she pointed out; she always hated being left out of things.
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Post by Spencer Hastings on Jul 30, 2012 15:48:29 GMT -6
“Sure,” Spencer bit her lip as she handed Lacey her drink and watched the redhead sip gingerly from her cup. “You like?” she asked hesitantly, “You can just keep that one if you want, I’ll make another,” she gave Lacey a small bashful smile before pouring the extra into two glasses for Amy and herself.
“I don’t think he could. I doubt his brain has the capacity for over-thinking things, or really thinking about his actions at all,” she teased playfully at Rhys’ expense. Spencer wasn’t usually mean in her teasing but Rhys was the only person she could ever really be that playfully unkind to, mostly because Rhys and her actually got on rather well and he knew she was only kidding. Rhys had a freedom that she envied, and whenever they were together he tried to help her loosen up which was something she secretly appreciated. Though not enough to ever kiss him or go out with him in ‘that way.’
Spencer shrugged, “We wanted different things I guess.” Cory wanted sex and she really didn’t want to have it with him. She was really struggling with her attraction towards girls and had no idea how to broach the subject with anyone. “Maybe,” she glanced at Lacey with an uncertain expression. “Should I be looking for a rebound?” She shrugged, “I feel like my relationship with Cory was done a long time before it really ended.” She admitted, “I just want to have fun with another person,” she hesitated over the word person, not wanting to particularly say guy. Then she laughed, “Thanks, you’re sweet but I doubt anyone would really want to kiss me that much, except for maybe Rhys but that’s because he wants to kiss everyone whether he is sober or not.”
“It’s not really my place to say,” she whispered in Lacey’s ear and gave her an apologetic look before glancing over at Amy with a ‘can I tell her’ shy pleading expression. Spencer was torn really, being friends with both Lola and Amy. She had been a shipper for Amy and Caleb for years but her new friendship with Lola confused the situation. The fact that she was attracted to Lola, the tall, leggy blonde, really didn’t help matters.
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Post by Amy Weatherson on Jul 31, 2012 8:31:08 GMT -6
Amy couldn't help but laugh as Lacey pointed out how girls could like him, "He's not... unattractive," she added meekly, "I mean he's not my kind of thing but he's well-dressed and groomed, you know?" She looked disappointed at the girl's next words, "Oh... I don't really think of it like that... everyone deserves a second chance don't they, a chance to change and learn and grow?" she said, ever the optimist... hence why people often found it so easy to take advantage of Amy's bright outlook on life.
Rooting around the various bottles in the kitchen as she tried to mix up herself a drink the brunette shook her head, "Thank you but I'm fine, really, just tired I guess," she assured her with a quick smile, looking up then as Spencer arrived bearing gifts in the form of yet more alcohol it would seem. Smiling the best she could she nodded, "Yeah, what she said," she agreed with Lacey's description of the Spin The Bottle game but found herself staring back into the living room where it was taking place, a mixture of curiosity and horror in her expression as she saw Rhys certainly joining in with great enthusiasm. "He must, surely, think before he does things, there must be something under that polished surface," she spoke of Rhys, perhaps being a tad bit too kind with her evaluation of him.
She looked to Spencer then with a sympathetic look as she mentioned her break-up, "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," she murmured, accepting the drink the other girl had made up out of politeness rather than an actual desire for strong alcoholic beverages. Amy was something of a lightweight. As she spoke further of their break-up she'd fallen quiet and taken to sipping the drink cautiously, as though this would somehow lessen its alcohol content, but added, "That's what I feel like it was like with me and Kevin, I didn't see it at the time but we were probably over as soon as we started going out, we didn't really fit together. But I have no idea about rebounds, I haven't done the rebound thing," she admitted with an easy shrug of her shoulders.
"Huh? Play? No, no, really thanks but I'm fine here," Amy quickly replied, choosing to look away from Spencer because she knew if she looked at the girl's pleading face she would give in shortly afterwards. She was forced to look at her, however, as she nudged her softly in encouragement. Amy bit her lip, "I don't want to kiss him... not like this," she muttered quietly, barely audibly and then sighed exasperatedly, "We're talking about Caleb," she informed Lacey in a matter-of-fact manner, "Because I'm the idiot that has had a crush on him for years and then I stupidly went and snogged him when we made the final of the Quidditch House cup in seventh year and haven't really said or done anything about it since then. There you go, you're all up to speed with my pathetic excuse for a love life," she finished, looking down at her cup and then wincing and downing it in one, coughing a little as she finished it.
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Post by Rhys Armitage on Aug 2, 2012 22:22:38 GMT -6
"Heeeeey everybody!" Rhys yelled cheerfully from the doorway, the girl he was flirting with earlier in the evening now glued to his side. He was holding himself together remarkably well, and one would be forgiven for not realizing he was utterly pissed if they hadn't seen this pattern of behavior from him roughly a hundred times in the past year. "Amy. Amy. Amy Amy Amy," he mumbled while shaking his head at her in disappointment. "That is not how you make that!" He took the bottle of vodka and blithely poured roughly three times as much alcohol into her drink before pushing it back to her.
He put his arm around Spencer's shoulders and looked over at her with an expression that mirrored her own puppy-dog face from earlier. "Bil's in charge of the next round, and I highly recommend participating. We've lost most of the guys, sorry about that... more pressing matters abound... also, if someone could poke Kevin every so often to make sure he's still alive, that would be great." He then poured a round of shots, took his without waiting for anyone else before getting pulled into a closet across the hall.
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Post by Lacey Holloway on Aug 2, 2012 22:39:45 GMT -6
Lacey fell silent when the conversation turned to relationships. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was a giant, flashing, I'VE NEVER HAD A BOYFRIEND! banner flashing above her head.
"And I'm just a frigid, emotionally unstable bitch, so what do I know?" Lacey said with a cheeky shrug, trying to sound nonchalant and brazenly apathetic about the way people saw her. She then glared at Rhys as he entered. "Touch me and you die," she preemptively warned before moving over to the other side of the table.
She took her shot as Rhys left suddenly, shaking her head. "Glad he's finally found the exact length of time for which I find him bearable," Lacey noted. "Hey, Amy? If Walsh is out, I bet Caleb is too. You should find him. Oh, sorry, 'you-know-who' or whatever," she said with finger quotes. She picked up one of the shots and shoved it in the other girl's hand. "Liquid courage, babe. You can do it." Maybe she had an ulterior motive. Maybe she wanted to score some quality time with Spencer in the kitchen... but she still deserved nice-points for encouraging Amy to pursue her feelings, right?
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