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Post by Nick Aaron Stone on Nov 15, 2006 23:06:31 GMT -5
Nick walked over to the punch and opended his pin stripe jacket to reavling a bottle of vodka. He looked around the pored about half of it into the punch. He capped it back up and hide it under the table. He stirred it up and put some itno a cup then walked out to the dance floor.
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Post by Elizabeth Martin on Nov 16, 2006 16:34:24 GMT -5
This was the worst possible night for the cotillion. Laying her head on Cole’s Shoulder, Elizabeth took a moment to think about everything that had happened. She needed a drink. Or nine. At this point in time, Elizabeth was surprised she was still on rhythm with this stupid little dance, and it’s transitioning dances.
Raising her head to whisper in Cole’s ear, She said in an almost inaudible voice. “Do you wanna come sit down with me, have a drink or two? And talk and whatever.” It was a simple question, and he didn’t really have a reason to turn her down, will he did, but she didn’t think he would. Not now. After, for a second time, she lefted with almost no notice.
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Post by Lauren Jennifer Cooper on Nov 16, 2006 16:56:57 GMT -5
Lauren had slipped away from Kelan a little while ago. Doesn't matter anyway. He was probably flitting around with some innocent girl who he is just going to play games with..
This was such a drag. It wasn't what she pictured Cotillion to be. This was so stupid, why couldn't today just be over? Rachel had made her little entrance. Trying to be better then everyone by wearing a red dress? Of course she needed attention to keep her going. Just like usual.
Lauren turned her head over towards Jeremy. Eva had snaked her arms around his toned abs. Of course Lauren wished she was in her position right now. It was kind of strange. She was crushing on her ex best friends brother? But instead of pushing that fake innocent girl away from him and taking Jeremy away from her, she sneered at her attempt to win him over. Which wasn't going to work anyway. Lauren laughed out loud. Which she didn't really mean to do. Whatever she didn't care if all eyes were scrutinizing her. It just didn't matter anymore. [/font][/size][/color]
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Post by Spencer Carlin on Nov 16, 2006 17:00:09 GMT -5
Oh, the waltz—a dance Spencer had not been near perfect to complete, but it had only been a couple of steps and a turn or two before she had not even noticed what she was doing. In the arms of Ryder, the cause of the smile on her face, what a wonderful feeling. It seemed it had been so long since the two had been together, but then again, being apart only deepened Spencer’s feelings for Ryder. Sure, the two weren’t ‘in love’, but there was definitely some...passion?
As for Jimmy, he simply refused to show up that night at cotillion, something about Rachel, he had said. Though Spencer felt he would change his mind, she shrugged it off her mind and decided not to get involved. It was her not, not someone else’s she needed to be worrying about.
“You look very handsome tonight. Thank you for dressing up, though I didn’t really expect you to, nor did I care if you did or not.” Spencer whispered softly to Ryder, letting her eyes meet his as her feet involuntarily moved. The soft curls of her hair seemed to bounce and sway as the two had moved. It had been a perfect night, the perfect night for this event, one that would be of none forgetting and a loved remembrance in her mind. But, the night had only just started, the drama had yet to come, and the...'fun'...was only on its way.
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Post by Taylor Clear on Nov 16, 2006 20:56:37 GMT -5
Taylor's eyes traced along Nick's frame as he pulled the vodka bottle out of her perfectly tailored suit jacket, and literally dumped the whole thing into the punch bowl.
Classic.
She also saw Rachel's mother and the other cotillion organizers, in their little black inappropriate cocktail dresses and blonde highlights, watching with disapproval. But they couldn't do anything about it--after all, it was senior cotillion and practically tradition to go wild and get drunk.
Don't forget the hangovers!
But wasn't she supposed to be happy? Even though, for a moment, her prior life had been forgotten, she couldn't help sinking into a pathetic state of self-pity now. Nick had Olivia, and she couldn't have a good time knowing that. [/center]
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Post by Nick Aaron Stone on Nov 16, 2006 21:05:06 GMT -5
Nick slowly made his way over to Taylor and said "Hey, why are you down in the dumps?" He then looked over his shoulder to see if Olivia was watching him, he didn't know if she was the type to get jealous or not. Hell, he didn't really know anything about her.
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Post by zannaarquett on Nov 16, 2006 22:24:36 GMT -5
"You look pretty good tonight," Zanna said, looking at both of the people as she spoke. "Both of you," she added, in case any confusion ensued. "You look nervous, though, Devin. Are you going to be okay? I mean...you can leave if you really feel that uncomfortable," she offered, shrugging a little bit. Smiling at Drek, Zanna stood, hands folded across her torso. How she wished she had pockets. How surprising had it been when Rachel arrived in a red dress? Not. Not at all. She was always the center of attention--Zanna knew that. As long as Zanna continued to stay on her good side, everything'd be fine. Yea. Whatever. Like she cared. [/size][/color]
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Post by nikki2 on Nov 16, 2006 22:30:26 GMT -5
"I'm going to get a drink really quickly. I'll be back sooner or later," Asha said, waving off her date as though he were her brother. Walking slowly over to the probably-spiked punch, she could feel his eyes still following her as she strode away, but chose not to look sexily back over her shoulder. He didn't matter. She didn't know him. He had a hot accent, and was cute] but that was all he had going for him.
Sighing, Asha smoothed out the small creases in her dress and poured a glass--yes, just a glass--of the lovely punch. Letting it's aroma stir for a second, she figured that it had vodka in it--and quite a bit. Maybe it'd get this stupid thing to liven up. Probably not, but it was best to hope.
After finishing the beverage, Asha turned back to face the crowd of people. Who was worth talking to? There was Jeremy, but he seemed to be flirting with his 'new boo.' There were other people too, but...she wasn't about to approach them. If anyone wanted to talk to her, they'd come and talk to her. No way around it. [/color][/size]
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Post by Devin McKayAnd Drek McKay on Nov 16, 2006 22:42:32 GMT -5
"I just.. Don't.. Do formals"He said shrugging."Thanks. I'd say you look good, but I think you already know that don't you?"Devin asked tilting his head up slightly as he gazed at everyone else around. Yes he felt out of place but he wasn't about to leave. "I'm not leaving."He said queitly smiling though as he said it. Drek who had been quiet through all this put his arms around both their shoulders. "You both look great."He said grinning.
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Post by zannaarquett on Nov 16, 2006 22:55:34 GMT -5
"A lot of people have told me that today, but I have a feeling they were only saying it to be polite. You know. How sometimes people think what you're wearing is hideous, but they'll still say they love it just to seem nice," Zanna said, shifting her weight to one side. "You look pretty spiffy too, Drek," she said, looking him up and down to see the whole put-together, and laying her head on his shoulder for a second or two. "When do you guys think they're going to star playing non-waltz music?" she asked, looking at the floor and then back up. "If ever," she muttered beneath her breath. [/size][/color]
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Post by Colby Hill on Nov 17, 2006 9:52:23 GMT -5
Palm lingering on Liz's lower back, Cole gently rubbed the area there as they moved. His chin had been placed on her head, as he moved in perfect rhythm with his lady. He'd missed her, that was for sure, and he'd realized just then how much trouble he could get into without her there to guide him. Sure he didn't need a babysitter, or for her to act as his mother, but knowing she'd be disappointed in him was enough to set him straight.
Shivering slightly at her breath against his ear, he nodded, lightly wetting his lips. "Sure. I'm not much for dancing anyway," he smirked, stepping away from her but taking on of her hands in his own. Leading her over to one of the tables, not too much in the spotlight of others though, he pulled out her chair for her and seated her, he himself going to get them their drinks.
Returning with two glasses shortly after, he set one in front of Elizabeth. "So how've you been?" he asked, loosening his suit jacket before taking a seat. [/color][/font][/center]
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Post by Ryder Hill on Nov 17, 2006 10:15:56 GMT -5
"In this thing?" Ryder grinned, about to say why he could never look good in it, but decided to instead just accept her compliment. He didn't exactly want to ruin her night with anything he might say. "Thanks. My mom said the same thing, but I don't trust the word of a parent on things like that. They'd say you look good in a paper bag," he smirked, swaying her with him in their dance. "It means a lot coming from you though. And, I only got dressed up for you. I mean, how would it look in pictures if you're in your pretty little gown and my standing next to you in jeans and a tee shirt?" he asked logically, chuckling.
Being as he'd been too caught up in Spencer, he hadn't even noticed Rachel's entrance, or the fact that she was making a statement in a red dress. No one was more important to Ryder. And plus, he wasn't there for any of them but her, so seeing anyone else descending the staircase wasn't necessary.
"I like your hair like this," he informed, moving his hand up and tucking a stray lock behind her hair. Replacing the palm upon her hip, he leaned down, pecking her lips softly. [/color][/font][/center]
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Post by Amberlynn Rogers on Nov 17, 2006 10:52:00 GMT -5
Breaking away from her parents, Amber moved to a corner of the room, taking a seat by herself. Setting the bag her mother had been holding for her atop a nearby seat, she extracted a sketch book and a couple pencils. She had nothing better to do with her time, as it wasn't like anyone would ask her to dance or something. Except one of her cousins, but they were too caught up in their dates to care. She couldn't blame them though... Flitting her amber gaze over the patrons upon the dance floor, she crossed her legs, planning to sketch them. Maybe her teacher would be happy with something like that. "You can't seriously be intending to spend your Cotillion sketching do you?" a voice came from behind her, interrupting her thoughts. Glancing up from the paper, a look of shock was worn on her face upon seeing who it was. "Holy shit. I wasn't expecting to see you here. When did you get away?" she asked, standing up and wrapping her arms around his neck. "You look good." Flashing that devilish smile of his, Clyde ran a hand through his dark blonde locks, glad to have them re-growing. He'd had to buzz cut it for the army, and frankly, it didn't do much for him. "A couple weeks ago. But I didn't wanna ruin the surprise," he smiled. "Shall we dance cuz?" he questioned, looking down at his favorite cousin. With him being 6'2", she'd always seemed so short in comparison. Oh well. [/color][/font][/center]
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Post by Devin McKayAnd Drek McKay on Nov 17, 2006 11:46:20 GMT -5
Devin chuckled "You'd best believe them doll cause you look great." Drek looked at his brother then Zanna and nodded his agreement. "Eh.. Its just an old suit our dad had. Devin got a new one so he didn't look so plain and I just wore our fathers."Drek said shurgging with a giggle at his brother's terms. "I don't know, but I want something I can dance to... Or sing to. Some Cute Is What We Aim For.. Or something else"He said slipping from underneath his brother's arm and twirling. When he finished his little twirl thing he buttoned his jacket back up and grinned.
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Post by Spencer Carlin on Nov 17, 2006 15:31:11 GMT -5
“Hmm, but I bet you would look good in a paper bag.” Spencer joked, a soft laugh escaping her lips. It had been the truth though. Ryder probably did look good in a paper bag, though that’d be taking it to the next level and also throwing it into the ‘gutter’. Spencer wasn’t much of the perverted sort though she had her moments. “You are right, that picture would be...eh, awkward, but something like that wouldn't make me hate you. It’d take a lot more than that to upset or disappoint me,” She smiled, glancing away for a second so that her eyes fell on Rachel. She had looked nice, all the girls had. Returning her gaze upon Ryder, she swayed along with him, letting him ‘lead’ more so.
“Really, aw, thank you. My mom did it actually. I don’t usually have the time to do anything with my hair, nor will my hair allow me to do anything with it.” She commented, judging her hair in which she often said she hated. All girls were like that these days though; always complaining about one thing or the other. I guess it comes...naturally? “But I don’t want this night to be all compliments, let’s just have fun, okay?” she said with a wide grin, letting her hands be drawn to his neck in which she wrapped her arms around, appreciating the kiss.
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