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Post by Nadeen Desjardins on Jul 4, 2013 0:06:24 GMT -8
Five minutes. Noted. Not that Nadeen thought she would actually be bringing the girl another drink. “Oh—!“ she exclaimed, arms reaching out at the intoxicated girl took a near tumble. Watching Nova steady herself, Nadi put a hand to her chest. Thanking the stars she didn’t have a broken ankle at her first party. Get rid of the heels girl, she chastised, standing awkwardly in the same place. Truly worried about the stranger.
Nadi poured drinks heavy but not enough to send someone even that skinny tumbling to the floor. All attention Nova had for Nadi however, was lost to Kaze. Good luck little kitten, Nadeen cheered the quiet male on. Her thoughts were stolen away with a strong rap on the door.
From this knock Nadi could already tell two things. One, this person was polite enough to knock before entering. Two, they had been to parties before, knocking loud enough for this hostess to easily hear. She didn’t bother with shouting she was coming, they would find out soon enough.
“Hey,” Nadi greeted with her bright smile (despite her worry just moments ago). Again, it wasn’t a familiar face. The thought tugged at heart a little, strangers were more prompt to answer to Facebook, than friends on their phones. They’re just busy. Nadi scolded herself, trying to keep her smile going amongst dual thoughts.
“I’m Nadi,” She introduced herself quickly to the handsome fellow, stepping to the side so he could come in. “Need a drink?” Without fail and right on cue, Nadi was quick to offer her guests something.
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Post by Aidan King on Jul 4, 2013 0:41:22 GMT -8
As Aidan let out the deep breath he'd been holding, the door opened to reveal what he assumed was the hostess of the party. He took a few steps into the apartment, taking a quick glance around. There weren't a whole lot of people there yet, though he figured the Facebook post hadn't gone out that long ago. Regardless, if there was free booze to be had, he didn't care much how many people actually showed up.
He looked down at the petite girl in front of him, thinking for a moment she looked somewhat familiar. "Aidan," he responded, offering a smile. It seemed somewhat out of place that he should be smiling, when only hours later he was repacking all his things in a moment of panic, but he managed well enough. "A beer would be great, actually" he added with a quick nod of his head.
Aidan took a few more paces into the room. In a moment of clarity, he turned slightly, looking back at Nadi. "Hold on," he started, raising an eyebrow. "Weren't you at the Kickoff Carnival? I helped you up over the barrier, right?"
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Post by Nadeen Desjardins on Jul 4, 2013 1:08:17 GMT -8
Nadeen’s smile fell right from her face, her jaw giving some slack. “Beer?” She repeated, fiddling with the hem of her dress. Most of her other parties would have beer, not of her own doing, but friends. Her friends were the beer drinkers and willingly brought their own. In Nadi’s opinion beer was one of the most vile of drinks, with its unappealing color and pungent smell.
Her bright blue eyes shifted from side to side, contacts rolling with them. Could she run out and get some? No, no one she really knew was in her apartment. Her pedestal of being the hostess with the mostess had just been knocked right from under her feet with a single question, damn you Aidan.
Stepping forward she answered properly, “I normally have some.” She lied, eyes getting wider within that split second fib (it wasn’t a complete lie). “Today was last minute so…Not much is here.” Shamefully Nadi turned on her heels heading towards the kitchen. Before she could offer a new drink his question caught her off guard. What?
Oh shit he was right. The cute guy to the left of her, the one she smiled at a few times, then pitifully asked him to lift her over the barrier. Now that was a first impression, his hands on her hips and briefly her ass—when she was wearing shorts!
“Uh…” The girl stuttered thinking again to lie, but thought better of it. Nadi instead chuckled, slapping a hand to her cheek. “Ah sugar, you’re right. Thank you, for that.” Hurrying to find Flint, she didn’t ever thank the guy properly. Instead she had winked and twinkled her fingers at him, classy Nadi.
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Post by Aidan King on Jul 4, 2013 23:50:31 GMT -8
No beer? Aidan was surprised; usually if a party had anything, at least in his experience, it was beer.
"Oh," he mumbled to himself. "Well that's fine." Although disappointed, he had to admit to himself that it wasn't like he could really complain. He lost nothing by coming to the party, and outside of the quick lift he had given to Nadi, it wasn't like he knew her. At this point it felt more like he was mooching, and as hard as it was to tell himself, beggars can't be choosers.
"I'll take whatever you have." After all, liquor would be just as good to get drunk on as beer. He'd just have to make sure he didn't get totally wasted, if anything. Despite her lack of beer, Aidan somewhat wanted to make a good first impression with Nadi. Making an ass of himself and getting hammered was not the way to do that.
I'd gladly take liquor... Assuming she has any I guess, he thought, grimacing inwardly. A quick glance though and he saw a girl a few feet from him, dressed in dark clothing, whose demeanor seemed to suggest she had in fact been drinking.
The girl's stuttering at his query struck him as odd, and it occurred to Aidan that she was probably embarrassed. Looking back on it, it made some sense. She hadn't really thanked him at all at the time, probably figuring she wouldn't ever see him again. Clearly, he believed; she hadn't even recognized him after the fact. He shrugged it off, giving her a quick, "No problem." He'd do it again if she asked, not that it was especially hard to lift her up. "If you don't mind me asking, why'd you need over the barrier anyway?"
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Post by Nadeen Desjardins on Jul 5, 2013 0:27:57 GMT -8
Nadeen could sense the disappointment in his voice, alright kiddo. Next time I will have beer in stock, I’ll never touch it. Figuring someone would eventually drink it, the product wouldn’t be a worthless buy. Not to completely disappoint him, the hostess was glad she had plenty of other drinks and mixers. Truthfully, the drinks came in handy when she didn’t have company. Of course that usually lead to texting Ezra which was the exact opposite she ever wanted to do. Ezra was a horribly good looking crutch, but a vile curse.
Opening her cabinets and fridge and pulling out ingredients for a long island ice tea, she waved Aidan over so they could talk easier. Occasionally, she glanced towards Kaze and Nova, making sure everything was still going smoothly in her apartment. The last thing she needed was an RA giving her shit before school even began.
Nadi glanced at him, smiling as she shook her head of course she didn't mind sharing why. “Not at all,” testing the drink before passing it on to Aidan, obviously pleased with her work. “It’s perfect,” she promised then continued on about the carnival barrier. “I had a friend backstage, a performer.” It was imperative she said friend, and not a name nor a gender. She’d come to learn some guys would be too quick to jump to any assumptions. Though if pressed for who, she didn't mind elaborating.
“Bored back stage ‘ya know?” While talking she had been preparing her own drink. “Did 'ya enjoy the concert, Aidan?” Nadeen asked curiously, proud to finally use his name in a sentence. Despite speaking with her lips touching against the rim of her cup, her speech was hardly mumbled. It was a shame she couldn’t remember much about him, just that he had strong arms (which would be hard for any person to forget).
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Post by Kazek Siewicz on Jul 5, 2013 8:57:24 GMT -8
“What about snacks, kitten?”
I shook my head, the lump in my throat wouldn't allow me to reply. My face was hot and I brought my arm up to wipe it, and quickly my attention was stolen by the clumsy, sad girl who was working her way over to me. She was tall, lanky and wobbling, undoubtably a result of the toxins circulating throughout her bloodstream. I kept my gaze into my lap as I sat down, playing with my hands, as always.
"hey," she says, but I refused to answer her.
"fuck," she mutters, as her brain spins. I still refused to look at her and kept my eyes on my filthy hands. They itched and burned, I need to wash them. I need to wash my hands. I grabbed hold of the front of my shirt again, twisting and pulling at it. I could hear her uncoordinated steps get louder as she neared me. Please stop.
Please stop.
I clenched my teeth, looking up to meet her gaze and it was painful. I squirmed under her stare. I'm tired of feeling this way, I'm tired of feeling vulnerable but it's just in my nature.
"hey," she repeated, finally arriving. "Boy. Have you got a name, then? I bet you can't guess mine."
I froze. Adrenaline pumped throughout my chest and into my arms, legs and face. The hair on my neck and arms stood and nerves throughout my body fidgeted and spasmed, my breath got short and weak. My heart fluttered and tightened.
She has a lamb's voice.
I clenched my teeth, it was impossible to look away from her now. And for a moment there was silence, I stared only. The nervous, restless movement in my hands stopped. And my breath was slow.
"I'm...Kaze.."
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Nova Sandoval
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Lani
just 'cause you feel it doesn't mean it's there
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Post by Nova Sandoval on Jul 5, 2013 9:39:58 GMT -8
something about this boy becomes more intriguing by the minute and i realise that my mind can't stop flicking between the tingling in my fingers and the look on his face. everything is murky and i feel almost able to calculate it as the feeling grows, swelling out of my chest and bulging from my throat. i almost feel as if i've taken xanax too, though i know i haven't. i feel indifferent. i feel completely apathetic.
"i'm... kaze.."
i smirk at the boy swimming before me, truly take in the voice that is nearly inaudible. i am unsure if i've ever seen anyone so afraid until now. "kaze, hmm? you look nervous. what's wrong?"
kaze has the right idea--sitting is better. every subpar molecule in my body screams at me to do so, so i take a seat beside him and find myself looking down at his hands--he nervously tugs at his shirt and it shows in the creasing of the fabric. softly, i place my hand over his to stop his wringing movements. "hey," i tell him, "i don't bite."
i can tell through the fog that his eyes hide a darkness most haven't even touched. and suddenly i understand.
"you're one of those really fucked up people, aren't you?"
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Post by Aidan King on Jul 6, 2013 0:18:15 GMT -8
Noticing the little beckon for him to follow, Aidan entered the kitchen. He watched as his drink was being made, at the same time glancing around the new room in a quick attempt to take it all in. He hadn’t been in any of the apartments before, so the layout of it all was new to him, and he wouldn’t mind seeing something, anything, to give him an idea of who this girl was. Nothing immediately stuck out to him, though for the first time since he’d joined the party, he became aware of the smell of baked goods.
He briefly followed Nadi’s eyes to Nova and Kaze. Neither of them looked especially familiar, and when he’d first come inside the apartment, he was able to pretty easily pick up that neither of them were really in their element at a party, even one that hadn’t seemed to really begin. Either way, he might at least talk to them later. Eventually, the hostess would have to continue her party duties, and he’d need someone to chat with.
“It’s perfect.”
Aidan diverted his attention back to the cup being held out for him, and took it in his hands. Listening to her as she continued speaking, he took a taste of the mixed drink. “Shit, that’s good,” he stated. He gave a nod of appreciation, not wasting much time before he took another sip. If she’s gonna make drinks this good, he thought, I can’t imagine I’ll stay sober too long.
“Yeah, the concert was fun.” The kickoff carnival as a whole hadn’t been awful, at least for as long as he’d been there. “I didn’t stay too long after, though,” he added.
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Post by Nadeen Desjardins on Jul 6, 2013 1:01:36 GMT -8
Sipping her own drink, she couldn’t immediately express her thanks for the compliment. Nadeen settled for an eyebrow raise, tipping back the drink with a small nod. “Mhm,” she purred holding the cup to the side. “No one likes to boast, but I’ve done this for a while. Back in high school,” She began telling a small story. “The baseball team didn’t want one kid’s girlfriend coming,” Nadi pointed at herself with her manicured black tipped nail, she being the girlfriend.
“She can bakeand cook, he said. Well at the party, Aidan, they had beer and some other shit and I’ve never, eva’ been a’beer drinker.” She winked at that, cluing him in as to why she hadn’t had beer today. “Not to be left out, I started pouring things together. It was my first time drinking, I didn’t know what was what…Long story short, I’ve been stuck doing it since.”
Of course she had taken the time to learn different drinks and a select few were her specialty. Holding her drink up to his, she tapped the lips of the cups together “Well cher, consider this your night after the carnival and a kickoff to the new school year.” Now that was a way to fix a night that hadn’t ended on an exciting note.
The white Christmas lights decorating the ceiling in the living room set a nice glow in the kitchen as well. Despite the party being rather small it had a nice ambiance to it. Good music, good smell, and good drinks. “I just…talked a lot, didn’t I?” Nadi asked shaking her in disappointment before tipping back another big gulp. “You’re turn,” she motioned her hand at him. “High school story, go.”
Nadeen smiled at Aidan, leaning back against the counter and reaching for a freshly baked brownie. “Help yourself,” she added in quietly in case he had been about to begin a story.
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Post by Aidan King on Jul 7, 2013 0:15:27 GMT -8
Aidan listened to the story intently, smirking a bit at the beginning. Just from the short amount of time they’d been talking, he had a hard time understanding why they wouldn’t have wanted her at the party. Either they were just stupid, or there was something certain about her that hadn’t made itself obvious yet. He found himself really hoping it was the former. About halfway through Nadi’s tale, he gave a quick incline of his head to indicate he was still paying attention. As he took another sip of his drink, he was able to appreciate her inventiveness in full.
“It’s gonna be a damn good one,” he said surely, and for once, he meant it. He’d slowly been working his way back to normal, and something about this year, junior year of college, twenty-first year of his life, had a feeling of rightness to it. This would be his year, whatever he had to do. After their cups touched, he put his back to his lips again to commemorate his statement.
Chuckling at her sudden moment of embarrassment at how much she’d talked, Aidan nodded. “Don’t worry about it,” he laughed. He began to consider it for a moment, scrunching up his brow in the effort. “High school story,” he repeated. “Hmm.” For the most part, his high school years had been messy, to say the least. Most of the memories he had were best left suppressed, he thought. After a few moments of thinking though, he pulled one out that he remembered as being one of his happiest. “Okay, got it.”
“The summer before my sophomore year, my best friend and I were hanging out,” he started. “Neither of us had ever been drunk before and so we decided that night we wanted to try getting wasted. He’d just gotten his license maybe two weeks before. We managed to pull off a beer run, got away with a twenty-four pack.” He paused for a moment, smiling fondly at the thought. He remembered easily the rush of adrenaline he’d gotten; walking calmly towards the front door with the beer, taking off as he got closer to the door and jumping in the car. Maybe it had been stupid to try, but at least they got away with it, right?
Aidan grabbed a brownie as he managed to recollect his thoughts, taking a quick bite out of it. Grinning for a moment, he continued on with his story.
“So we went to this clearing about thirty minutes from my house, and spent the whole night drinking. Had music blasting from his car radio and just talked, laughed, did stupid shit. I can’t say I totally remember most of it,” he admitted. “But I’ll tell you what, Nadi. If you've never seen the sun rise while drunk with your best friend, it should definitely be on your bucket list.” Despite not being able to recall details from the majority of that night, he did remember the morning, the effects of the alcohol having worn off to an extent, and it had been one of the most beautiful sunrises he’d ever seen. While he’d mostly attribute it to the drunkenness, he knew having his friend there only added to it. He smiled fondly at the memory.
“I just realized that might have sounded pretty lame,” he laughed, shaking his head at himself. “It was just a good night, is all.”
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Post by Nadeen Desjardins on Jul 7, 2013 14:01:24 GMT -8
A damn good year indeed, Nadeen agreed and truthfully this wasn’t a bad start. Drinking and chatting with a cute guy? There was nothing wrong with the situation, she just couldn’t mess it up. How she could was beyond her—but who wasn’t afraid to mess things up? For now, she figured she was safe while he began his story, sipping on her drink as he spoke.
The story made her smile, it warmed her heart to hear about friends simply enjoying one another’s time. Precious memories like that, tend to escape the most often, easily replaced by tragedies. “Well it seems like we’re both alcoholics. “Nadi chimed in when he paused, giving a little wink to let him know she was kidding. Both stories about booze and now they were also drinking it? It was a little funny, right?
Again, a smile tugged at her lips. No, she couldn’t say she’d ever seen the sunrise while drunk and with a friend. Sunrises with friends were mostly spent pulling all nighters, marathon watching different television shows. Curious she wondered why drunk? Just for that extra loopy feeling? To think you already hadn’t slept any and to top it off you were intoxicated, hell that must have been something else.
She chewed and swallowed a bit of brownie before hushing his silly claim “Not at all! I’m a big, “it’s the little things” type of person. Rule number 32.” Speaking behind her hand, in case any brownie had stuck to her pearly whites, Nadeen raised an eyebrow. Did he catch her little movie reference? Zombieland, rule number 32, enjoy the little things.
“Some of the best nights are most unexpected, ‘ya know?” Nadi swished her hips, biting the inside of her cheek. Maybe it was forward and a little out of place but this kid had a smooth voice, one she wouldn’t mind to keep talking with. “You wanna sit out on the balcony or something, just chat?” Nadi lifted her hand gesturing around the room. Why not get to know him a little? Nadi kicked out one foot, highlighting her heels as the alleged excuse.
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Post by Aidan King on Jul 7, 2013 22:01:29 GMT -8
Aidan finished off the brownie he had taken as his story ended. He found himself having mixed feelings about it. The recollection was a completely joyful one, and he was glad he hadn’t let it vanish from his memory. Despite that, it felt off, such a great night amidst such a screwy time of his life. He was allowed to be happy though, right?
“It is the little things,” he agreed, admittedly not catching her reference. He knew he had a habit of getting caught up on some things that shouldn’t matter, but at the same time, without some of those same things, what was life? If things were meant to really turn around this time, he’d have to make it routine to appreciate every small moment.
And maybe this would be the night to restart. “Some of the best nights are most unexpected, ‘ya know?” He had expected absolutely nothing out of this day when it had begun. But so far, so good. There had been some bumps before the party, but to say he didn’t like how the evening was going so far would be a lie; between the booze and what was turning out to be a good conversation, it was the perfect start to another school year.
Aidan looked down at the shoe being pointed out to him and started to nod. Not having ever worn high heels himself, he couldn’t necessarily say they were awful, but he didn’t imagine them to be too comfortable. Even if they weren’t that bad, he couldn’t say he would mind getting outside and continuing his chat with her. “Absolutely. I’d like that,” he told her with a smile, taking a step away from the kitchen counter.
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Post by Nadeen Desjardins on Jul 7, 2013 23:41:43 GMT -8
Pleased with his response, Nadeen grabbed a plate and quickly piled it with snacks (pizza rolls included). “When we need more drinks, I’ll make ‘em right up for us, cher.” The young adult couldn’t help but play the part of a hostess, it was just in her blood. With her drink and plate in hand she went ahead, leading Adian out of the kitchen, through the living room, to the balcony (a very short walk, actually).
The wooden balcony had purple rope lights wrapped around the railing and the moon was kind enough to shine its light giving the deck an even brighter glow. On the balcony sat two chairs and a small table nestled between them. The night had a certain chill to it with the wind, but in the stillness it hardly caused a goosebump. Crickets sang in the background while the music still hummed behind them.
“It’s no sunset but I like it,” Nadi chimed out, crossing her legs in the chair, reaching to unstrap the shoes. “I s‘ppose this is the part we get to know each other, huh?” Kicking off the heels, Nadi pulled her legs into the chair, tucking them to the side. Her dress slightly starting to ride up on her thighs, “But we shouldn’t do typical things, like no asking grade or majors.” The raven hair girl cautioned with a wag of her finger then a large sip of her drink.
Starting off the conversation, Nadi motioned to the balcony lights. “I always have some sort of light source on. I don’t like the dark, not being able to see what’s coming to get you and shit? Terrifying.” She shook her head in distaste and looked towards Aidan, bright blue eyes reflecting the light, almost giving a lost child look to her.
“What about you, Aidan, any fears that we good ol’ college kids shouldn’t have?” She paused a moment then quickly added something in “and you get the next question, sugar.” Honestly she was quite apprehensive talking one on one with Adian.
Most people she met through friends and boys just made her uncomfortable, because they were harder to read—until you got to know them. She couldn’t tell if she was being obnoxious, if they thought she was cute, or if they had one thing on the mind. It was nerve wracking trying to keep up in conversation and maintain a calm countenance in her panic.
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Post by Aidan King on Jul 8, 2013 23:03:07 GMT -8
Following behind the girl through the apartment, Aidan took a short time to take in the change of scenery. The air was crisp – slightly chilly, but refreshing nonetheless – and a light breeze passed over them. There was a sort of quiet to the night, despite the actual lack of silence. Music could still be heard, along with the crickets and the groaning of the trees in the wind. It’s a nice night, he decided as the moment passed.
He took the seat across from Nadi, setting his drink down on the table before picking at the plate of snacks that had been brought out. As the sound of words filled the air, he listened intently, eventually making himself comfortable and leaning back as far as his chair would allow. He rather liked the idea of not really addressing the things characteristic of conversations like this. It was different at least, and he had already decided that he wanted to get to know the beauty in front of him.
As he swallowed the last bits of one of the pizza rolls he had grabbed, he contemplated her fear. It was, he thought, a pretty logical thing, to be afraid of the dark. Or not the dark so much as what might be in it. He couldn’t say he was scared of it to the extent of always having a light on, but he could at least understand it. Talking about his own fears, that was something different entirely. Understanding them was a bit more difficult.
With some thought, he gave a slight nod. “Needles,” he admitted with a cringe. “Terrified of ‘em. Although it’s gotten better of the years. I remember I passed out one time, back when I was eleven, getting blood drawn. I really don’t think it was the blood that got to me though.” He shrugged, having already resigned himself to that fear.
“Actually,” he started, pausing to taking a quick swig of his drink, “I’m almost positive it wasn’t the blood that got to me. I mean, gory movies? Love ‘em,” he stated, undoubtedly trying to offset his less-than-manly fear of needles. “Not to say I don’t love other ones too. Favorite genre of movie, go.”
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Post by Nadeen Desjardins on Jul 10, 2013 18:28:48 GMT -8
Needles? That was unexpected. He looked like the guy who wasn’t afraid of much…Maybe snakes. Nadi chuckled at her thoughts but nodded, she could understand it. “Well if you ever need to get a shot or blood drawn, my dad can help you out. He’ll make sure you won’t feel a thing,” She assured with a confident nod. He’d been a doctor for years—though Nadi personally hated hospitals. Truthfully she wasn’t sure why so many other people hated them, but for her they did nothing but remind Nadeen of her mother’s passing.
“Now these gory moves, are they tasteful or only blood and guts with no plot line?” She could take all the violence, provided there was a bonefide plotline to accompany it. She took a glance at him, was it her or had his demeanor changed? He seemed a little more eager, excited almost. No longer hesitant. He was either a lightweight or it just took a second to warm up.
“Honey you realize asking that question is opening a floodgate right?” Nadi chuckled, popping a pizza roll in her mouth. Greasy, delicious, and perfect. “I’ll watch anything at least once but my favorites, it sounds typical but chick flicks. A good romance story for me to get wrapped up, cry with them, cheer them on?” Nadi placed her hand to her chest, dramatically taking a breath. “I got chills Aidan, they’re multiplying and I’m losing control.” She spoke out the song lyrics from Grease. Snapping her head in Adian’s direction, Nadi gave an eyebrow lift hoping he’d catch this movie reference. “Musicals too, Disney flicks, everything and anything.”
That included television shows as well. Media had become a large support for her when left alone in the house, immersing herself in a marathon of Criminal Minds or Ugly Betty, hell she’d be occupied for the next month.
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