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Post by ADAM EVAN RIZZO on Aug 18, 2012 18:55:49 GMT -5
Well, the evening had not started out quite as planned. Dressed and ready to go, the rush around left his mind in a bit of an anxious buzz. He was actually spending the weekend at home with Molly and--to his mother's chagrin--Adam decided to let her know that his Saturday night was going to be spent with Mona. "I haven't seen you all week and you're going to go out with your friends?" The woman sounded crestfallen, upset that her son was going to ditch her for the night. He did not seem the least bit phased, but inside was a small surge of guilt for abandoning his mother after promising to come home and have a few family dinners. "Asher will be home from work soon," Adam brushed the guilt off and pushed the responsibility on his older brother. "I'll be home later tonight." She looked disbelieving and gave him a reproachful frown. "Okay. Have fun going bowling." He did not even flinch when she bounced his lie right back in his face.
Adam walked through the city towards the house Mona mentioned, a mutual friend of theirs that decided to host the party. He might have been able to go with Mona, or at least meet up before hand had he not been stuck doing housework and of course going back and forth with Molly as to his evening plans. He decided to dress decently nice--this of course included stealing a nice shirt from Asher and some cologne--because Adam liked to make a statement if at all possible. He liked people knowing who he was.
"Well, this is it," The boy breathed out to himself as he neared the house, cars and people busying about the yard and inside. The kid's parents had to be gone, he assumed, because what tenth grader would be allowed to throw something like this? Not to mention Mona mentioned alcohol. He boasted himself to be well-versed in parties and girls and sex, but in truth he knew not much at all. He could pretend at least. Upon entering the house he was met with the warmth of a few dozen bodies and the smell of alcohol. Yay for being late. This must be what it felt like to wander into a party and be the only one completely sober. Fortunately a few of his friends were not drinking so at least there was no feeling of being the odd man out. Adam scoured the house in search of his best friend, and found her in the living room talking to someone. An older guy from the looks of it. A protective brotherly feeling overtook him and, within a few steps, was standing next to the Thunder girl, placing an arm around her. "Finally made it. Got tangled up in some stuff at home so it took me a bit." There was no need to make his presence known before hand. His eyes were hard as they observed the guy before him, then glanced down at Mona with a boyish smile. "Hey babe, miss me?" Typical greeting, really. Even his best friend was not immune from his flirtatious comments. "And...when did you get here?"
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Post by MONA FAITH LANDRY on Aug 18, 2012 22:45:50 GMT -5
Mona enjoyed getting out the house. That was her number one problem, as Pearl pointed out to her while she got dressed in their room. The younger sister glared daggers as she pulled up her tights, the older flipped through a magazine as she reclined against her pillows. "Going to a party?" Pearl asked, clicking her gum against the roof of her mouth. Mona resisted rolling her eyes before replying, "Maybe." She knew what this was going to turn into, some patronizing lecture that let Mona know that everything she did was wrong and she was a hypocrite and all the bullshit her elder liked to spew from her mouth. "Ma would probably like it if you stayed home."
Mona pulled on her shirt, long enough to go over her tights and embedded with silver rhinestones. "She'll be fine one night. She has you." The last word was full of venom, the bitterness and jealousy there. Where did Pearl get off talking about how their mother needed her, when she spent most of her time telling Mona that she was never there for the woman like she should be. She was the hypocritical one. Ma doesn't like me as much as you, she thought, the thought twisting her stomach. It was normal for a mother to form a closer bond with certain children, and the eldest daughter was a reasonable choice. It still hurt Mona whenever she thought about it, and whenever Pearl held it over her head. She thought she owned the world because their mother confided everything in her. She would be the one to take care of them after the inevitable.
Finishing her makeup, Mona gave her sister a last look before leaving their room, saying, "Don't wait up for me," it a less-than-pleasant tone. She walked away before she could hear anything in return, not wanting to argue tonight. It would be a good night, she'd decided, she would be spending it with Adam. She'd heard about the party, and she didn't know how many people she would recognize there since it was an older student. And Adam had asked her before about what she was doing, and she figured she would ask him to come along. Her best friend was the best company to keep in times like these, after all. Even though she had been an incredible bitch to him, and couldn't help regret it. Pearl was right, she was a little brat.
The party had been barely under way when she arrived, and she wondered if she should have been fashionably late to avoid the awkward first arrival group. To ease the boredom, she found the cooler and pulled out a can of beer, one of those acquired taste drinks she had yet to acquire a taste for. She wondered if people actually drank the stuff for the taste, because she expected it to be solely for the sake of getting drunk. Like she was doing now. She figured Max might be around, though she hadn't spoken to him all day because he was hanging out with his friends, and she didn't want to look for him, instead choosing to wait for Adam.
The early-arrival awkwardness was also relieved by a hot guy who she found, a smile finding a way to her lips as she approached him. She normally wasn't a sociable person, but this was a possible lay and alcohol sure helped with her attitude. She blinked when she felt an arm around her, turning and then actually grinning when she saw Adam. The other guy's presence was forgotten as she threw her arm around his shoulders and said, "Yo, A. About time. Did the rents chew you out or something?" It was spoken with her usual wry tone of voice, but there was interest in her eyes proving that she actually cared. "Yeah, I was thinking about throwing myself from a roof until you arrived! So fashionably late. Nice shirt." She poked his chest with a finger, her hand holding the can.
She looked back over at the guy, who seemed suspicious that Adam had called her 'babe'. God, not even two minutes and you're already killing my vibe. She wasn't too teed off. "I was here with the first five arrivals. Thanks for making me endure that, by the way. Never have I ever is now my favorite game." It was spoken with sarcasm. She was only on one beer, but was already pleasantly buzzed. Her body didn't last long with the alcohol. Blowing a kiss to Hot Guy with a promise to find him again, she steered Adam away with her arm still around his neck. She would rather spend some time with her best friend than some dude, even though he did get her going. "You need something to drink. I'm not allowing you to be sober tonight." No one should drink alone, and she wasn't going to have a sober friend while she was trashed. Not happening.
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Post by ADAM EVAN RIZZO on Aug 19, 2012 1:09:44 GMT -5
Her smile was almost disarming, unexpected. Not that Mona was not an entirely sour person all of the time but there was still something welcoming about it none the less. The boy flashed her a smile in return. Better than Addie, Adam thought bitterly, thinking back to the past two hours spent at home with Molly. Every time she scolded the boy the first name that passed her lips was 'Addie'. It was derogatory, as though she were talking to a child. Madeline enjoyed calling him that to be a troll and, typical Adam, he always managed to get angry over it. "Tch, like fucking always," He rolled his eyes dramatically, acting more perturbed about the situation than he actually was. "You leave a shirt on the bathroom floor and the world goes to complete shit." Not only that, but he had forgotten to do his other weekend chores when he visited home. Molly was still a single mom trying to keep the house up by herself; the boys made a promise to help her out when they were around. Adam forgot that helping her out required actually helping.
"So glad I could save you from plunging to your death," Adam replied, glancing down at his chest as her finger met with his shirt. The beer can was awfully close to his nose and it did not take much to catch a whiff of the stuff. It was certainly not his favorite but if that's what they offered then he supposed he would take it. "Yeah, I though it was nice too. 's why I took it from Asher for the night. He'll probably notice but..." He shrugged, not really bothered by the fact that his older brother would probably notice the stench of alcohol and cigarettes soaked into the fabric. The scent of his cologne was still present though. That was a good thing. Maybe it would counteract the other smells? Maybe. There was a certain satisfactory glint in his eyes as he observed the other guy standing across from them, not aware at how it might have affected Mona. He was merely protective of the girl. Best friends tended to be that way, even if it was unbearable.
So Adam was definitely later than he thought. Damn. Oh well; it was not as though he could escape out from under Molly's radar without raising any red flags. For all the woman knew, he was out with Mona and a few other friends bowling and having a night being stupid young teenagers at the alley. They were definitely being stupid young teenagers, but it involved alcohol and a party instead. "Good! I'm glad you found a game you just love to itty bitty pieces. And my lateness helped, which is even better. I take full credit." Adam fought back a frown when Mona blew the guy a kiss, and shrugged it off easily enough. She could do as she pleased. It was her life. Glad to be rid of the random dude, he willingly followed his best friend wherever she was going. "Ughhh," Head rolled back a little, glancing up at the ceiling briefly before glancing down at her with a smile. "Fine, whatever. You know I can never deny a beautiful girl." The cooler was nearby, and without even a moment's hesitation Adam reached inside and pulled out an ice cold beer. It tasted like shit, he knew that, but he was never the type to turn down anything offered him. "Bet you that you'll get wasted before I do." Like hell. He was a fourteen year-old kid who had only tasted alcohol. If there was no monitoring on his part, he would be fucked.
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Post by MONA FAITH LANDRY on Aug 19, 2012 17:41:56 GMT -5
Mona snorted, knowing exactly what it was like. Any teenager knew what it was like. Hell, she could be a perfect daughter, shiny and clean who didn't go to any parties, and she'd still get in trouble for all the little things. Queenie still disciplined her children harshly as ever. "Well I really hope you picked up that towel. I mean, because then it's that whole moldy smell, and euhh. It's not appealing." Maybe it was just a little bit of her neurotic, clean freak side shining through. She did her chores quietly and without complaint, and she was the one to boss everyone else around and make them do the same thing. Especially now that they really needed to help around the house. It's gotten worse than ever, though, but she supposed that's what you got for leaving maintenance to a bunch of teenagers.
In all seriousness, Mona did miss him, just not so much she'd fling herself to a tragic, Shakespearean death. She didn't know what she would do without him, and even though she'd been distancing herself from everyone, she realized that she would be more lost than ever without her best friend. "Do you have any nice clothes?" she asked quizzically. "Because stealing from the bro is not cool." Okay, yes, she did steal from her mother and her big sister, and when the old enough was young enough, she'd steal from everyone else. And she stole from her brothers, too, so it was more or less like they had a communal wardrobe. And if you did the laundry, you got rights to everything.
Mona did not have any problem with pretending to throttle him with the arm around his neck when he replied with his own sarcasm. "You are just so funny," she said, releasing the tightness of her grip. At least they could both understand sarcasm. She could think of a few people who would have taken them both seriously with their tones. Adam didn't seem to enthusiastic about getting completely faded and losing his mind like she planned to do. "Don't just do it for me, do it so that everyone can look to you as the awesome dude who knows how to party." She nodded her head once. It was clear that she was already tipsy, but that wasn't hard to figure out. She watched as he got a beer out of the cooler, shaking her own can and feeling what was left in it. "Maybe," she told him when he predicted she'd get wasted before him. "I already got a head start. You're slacking." Of course, he was late. But that just made it easier to make fun of him. "And remember, you're not really drunk until you're in your underwear, telling everyone to get their camera out so they can film you jumping from a roof into the pool." Everything seemed like a great idea when here were no limits left for you.
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Post by ADAM EVAN RIZZO on Aug 19, 2012 19:49:46 GMT -5
Adam waggled his fingers and pursed his lips outward as far as they would go, a trollish expression on his face. "Oh my god, not the moldy towel! Anything but that!" He never claimed to be the cleanest person, even if his room looked pretty decent for a fourteen year old boy. Molly rode him relentlessly about it and eventually the routine became a grudging habit. The rest of the house, however, was a different story entirely. If it was not only his doing or his mess then why should he be the only one to clean? In his finite mind, Adam forgot that Asher and Molly did other parts of the house as well. "Really though, Mo? Just because I leave shit lying around doesn't mean I don't know how to take care of myself." His chest instinctively puffed up a little, trying to portray the small sliver of manliness he might have. Whenever company came around was the only time Adam took a little extra effort to put everything away. Or at least hide it under the bed or in his closet.
He knew that they labeled one another 'best friend', but Adam was unaware that Mona truly did like being around him. As unbearable as he could be, the boy was loyal to those he cared about and had a bulldog protective instinct that could rival the real thing. He huffed, offended. "Bitch please," Adam ran a hand down his chest and relished in the softness of the fabric. Despite the odds he found himself at with Asher, the man had good taste. "I always dress in the finest threads. I just haven't had time to go and buy some new shirts. The ones I have aren't long enough." The growth spurts had already started and Adam wondered how tall he would be. Asher was almost six fee tall, and from what he had knew of Collin the man was well over that. "Until I get a chance to get to the damned mall, I'm stuck stealing from the bro." Hell, even after shopping he would still contemplate taking a shirt or two on occasion. Whatever could be done to step on toes and make Asher mad.
A snort passed through his nostrils. "I'm fucking hilarious," He corrected with a haughty grin, glancing over at her to see if Mona had any intentions of re-correcting his correction. Anger aside, he could have a decent sense of humor. It all depended who you were and what you found amusing. "And I know how to party. What the hell are you even talking about?" That sounded like a challenge to him, and if there was one thing Adam never turned down, it was a challenge. Parties were not his forte but he would certainly try to give others the impression that they were. The beer in Mona's hand waggled back and forth and he observed it for a second before popping his own can open and taking a swig. Ugh. Tastes like shit. Even with this thought he downed another gulp without even making a face. "You'll be the one slacking," Adam argued, taking yet another drink. He had no idea how this alcohol thing worked; yeah, getting drunk was usually the goal but little did he know was he had no tolerance.
"You suggesting that you're gonna be in your underwear?" Eyebrow raised, he offered a curious smirk. "Good thing I brought my phone." Like hell he would film his best friend mostly naked, no matter what sorts of thoughts just passed through his mind. If anything--provided Mona would not remember--Adam would be the one trying to coax her down from the roof and hiding her somewhere until she sobered up. Drunk people were hilarious but only when they weren't dead. He took another drink and shook his own can now, noticing that it was dwindling down to the bottom. All of the lovely fuzzy feelings were starting to seep into his bloodstream, mind moving in the early stages of slow motion. He considered getting a second one, but wondered if that was a good idea. "You up for more?" Adam wondered, glancing at Mona. She was already getting tipsy when he walked into the house, and had no idea what her limit was.
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Post by MONA FAITH LANDRY on Aug 19, 2012 21:02:35 GMT -5
Mona rolled her eyes at the boy's expression. Even if she tried to act grown up, she was still a child at heart and could still be pushed to childish urges like wanting to give him a noogie. "It is a terrible thing, no mocking." When living in a house with six other people, it turned bad. Everything did, especially the simple act of getting into the bathroom in the morning. Full on brawls have been held on more than one occasion in the race to the bathroom. They needed to keep that clean with how much traffic it experienced. "Mmm. Let's put you on a deserted island, then, see how well you survive." There was more than picking up towels on an isolated island to be worried about. Of course, the towel would probably be your blanket as well, or she might have just been putting too much thought into the hypothetical scenario.
If Adam did go around wearing ripped clothes and poorly fitted garments she would have made it known that he needed to go shopping. She was brutally honest, though with Adam it would have been out of the kindness of her heart. She had some decency in her. And she wouldn't want her best friend to be walking around like some slob. "Well, until I see you in a tux, I guess I'll have to take your word for it." She trailed a finger down her cheek, miming a tear. "Poor Adam doesn't have shirts that fit him. Maybe you should shop Gucci when you get some new threads." He was lucky she resisted a joke about letting him borrow one of her baby sister's shirts. She wasn't that cruel as to suggest that he was girly. Because he definitely wasn't, as his flirting proved. And she had never seen him flirt with a guy, so she was pretty certain he was as straight as they came.
Of course he had a comeback for what she said, and Mona only rolled her head back, groaning. "Did you hear that? It was the sound of my sides tearing from laughter." Ouch, right? He was just too funny for his own good. Mona figured that her friend may have been a little more accustomed to alcohol than she thought him to be when he took a gulp of his beer quite easily. She felt a little proud of him. And now they could be like the upperclassman, able to hold their liquor and party like the best of them. Only the night could tell, though, how well she'd be holding her liquor. She had some experience with her head in the toilet after a night of drinking. It wasn't fun. "It's so fucking on," she said as she downed the rest of her beer in one huge gulp, taking another one out of the color before throwing the empty can in a black trash bag on the floor. Now it was a full-blown competition for her.
Maybe she should just not talk about underwear with him. Or anything that could be misconstrued. But what couldn't be transformed into something dirty in the filter of his mind? She didn't care much. "It is a very strong possibility. Only if I'm wearing good panties." She had actually forgotten what underwear she was wearing, and lifted her shirt, tugging at her tights to find out. "Yup, we're good." It would not have been as strong a possibility were she wearing period panties. No one wanted to see that. She finished off the can, and handed it to Adam when he questioned her. He didn't seem to be slacking anymore, she supposed. "Hit me with another one and I'll play my favorite game with you." 'Never have I ever' would be an interesting game with her best friend, because she was sure she didn't know everything about him.
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Post by ADAM EVAN RIZZO on Aug 20, 2012 0:48:40 GMT -5
Despite how big Adam talked, there was very little to back it up. He was not well versed in the dealings of the world, like parties, alcohol, and--flirting aside--women. A desert island was the last place he wanted to be, considering that required being taken away from video games, cell phones, and people in general. "You know damn well I could survive out there just fine. I'm a beast like that." He flexed his free arm and displayed the very minuscule but evident muscle. Whenever Asher went to the gym, which was not as often as Adam liked, he would tag along. That helped somewhat.
With a boyish smile, he subconsciously straightened out his t-shirt. "Me in a tux is probably the sexiest thing you'll ever see," Adam boasted flawlessly, crowing his supposed perfection without a hitch. "It's why I don't bring it out much. Can't have girls trying to climb all over me y'know." Because there were so many of them flocking to him that he could hardly take a step forward without tripping and falling on his face. He was by no means ugly but there was a serious lack of fangirling going on whenever he wandered the campus. "I only shop the best. You should know this by now, Mo. Nothing touches this body but top of the line." This was only a more recent occurrence, him buying more expensive clothing. Well, more like Asher shopping and allowing his younger brother to tag along, snagging a couple shirts along the way. Before it was a struggle just to buy the cheapest of the cheap. At least things were more comfortable now. Greg was a significant help.
Adam swirled his hand around in a circle and cupped it against his ear, leaning down towards Mona's side before nodding slowly as though he could actually hear the noise. "Well, whaddya know. I got you all up in stitches and all that good shit. My day is now complete." His words were dry and sounded humorless, though there was a smile on his face. It was nice to have Mona's competitiveness shine through, because Adam was definitely interested in seeing how far they could push the limits this go around. Alcohol was not exactly the wisest thing to strike up a competition over but he never claimed to be efficient at think before you leap ethics. "Excellent. I'll show you what it looks like to win." And the boy would certainly regret this in the morning. Not to mention Molly expected him home later that night and if he got plastered there was no way that was happening. A drunk trying to enter the house in the middle of the night would never end well. Mona finished off her can soon after and snagged another. Adam had no idea if she actually enjoyed the stuff or not.
Did she just... Yeah, she did. Adam watched with a bemused expression as his best friend pulled at her clothes to check for underwear. That did not help his train of thought in the least. Ah, to be a fourteen year old boy hyped up on hormones and quenching thirst with beer. Nothing bad would come of this, not at all. "Well," Adam started, glancing away from her and tapping on the can. Was he actually embarrassed? "That wasn't awkward at all. Is that what you do to tell the guys you're attracted to that you're available? It's a new technique. Never seen it before." Hopefully that deterred from the images that were now nestling at the back of his mind. Mona in her underwear should not be there right now. Not ever, actually. He finished off his own, taking hers in the process, and grabbed two more. He handed it over to his friend. "Oh, and what game is that? I'm up for anything." Still, Adam was curious. He chugged more of the second can. "Bring it on."
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Post by MONA FAITH LANDRY on Aug 26, 2012 4:41:25 GMT -5
Mona scrunched her nose up as Adam showed off his muscles for her. She used her forefinger and thumb to squeeze his bicep and then sighed. ”If only it took just muscle to survive in the real world.” She clicked her tongue, far too grave to be taken seriously. He was nicely toned though, so thumbs up for that. Lately there had been a lack of exercise in her life, and a lack of eating, and a lack of most things to keep her healthy but she maintained the illusion that she had it under control.
For some strange reason, Adam's arrogance was incredibly endearing. It was either her finding him hilarious or the booze. She didn't know which one yet. And it was making her wonder how he would look in a tuxedo. Mona squinted her eyes as if invisioning it in her head, but she couldn't quite capture it. ”Or maybe because you'd be that weird guy who is wearing a tuxedo for no reason,” she responded when he told her why he didn't wear his tuxedo much. It would be weird if he had a tux. She saw no reason in owning one, it was something rented like apartments or bowling shoes. The Thunder nodded slowly at the line of only having the highest of fashion grace his body. ”Really, I just sheer alpacas and use their fur to make sweaters. But you know, whatever floats your boat.” Mona didn't get top of the line. She made due, with everything. But she didn't need expensive clothes for them to look nice. Though admittedly, she didn't look nice half the time. Her style was best described as 'grunge'. Mona might have considered it a compliment.
At his listening motion with extra showmanship, she kind of wanted to punch him. In the affection, you're-being-obnoxious way. With admittedly, a little less affection than usual. She loved the kid, seriously, but he did get too much to handle sometimes. She handled four brothers, so he felt equipped to deal with another boy in her life that was full of himself. Though the flirting was something that she had been introduced to in the real world, and she felt that she had high school to thank for that. ”I think I'm gon punch you some time tonight,” she said, as monotone as an answering machine. She did have that watery, glittering look in her eyes, the sign that she wasn't completely in her mind at the moment. Surprisingly, she hadn't been one of the kids who'd gotten into the 'party scene' in middle school. There was a time she was responsible. ”And remember, your day is never complete without me in it.” She had her own cockiness, though it was feigned in this situation. Still, she was incredibly confident. With Adam's snappy little comeback, she used the hand holding the beer and pretended to look like she was cranking a jack in the box next to her other hand as her middle finger slowly rose up.
Often she forgot that this was her male best friend that she was around, as comfortable as she was with him. She treated him as she did her girlfriends, suffice to say she didn't need to tell him that. A little less talk about Aunt Flo, but still. ”Only awkward because you made it awkward,” she remarked, and even then she didn't take notice of where his thoughts may have gone. ”I have more subtle methods. Like complimenting. Everyone likes compliments.” That's what flirting was, fawning over a guy's hair or muscles or whatever the looked like they put great effort into. It all worked toward one purpose for her. She caught on quick. Too quick. Shamefully quick, as a matter of fact. She took the can from Adam and popped it open, by now the taste not even recognized. However, she wouldn't be surprised if he'd be able to catch up with her. ”Never have I ever,” she explained. ”You take a drink whenever you've done one the things. For example, never have I ever gave anyone a reach around.” She gulped down some of the beer and waited for Adam to give his own example.
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Post by ADAM EVAN RIZZO on Aug 26, 2012 17:15:24 GMT -5
He watched as she messed with his arm, huffing a laugh. "It does, actually. All muscle. No brains necessary." He tapped the side of his head for emphasis. Even Adam knew that that was far from the truth. Intelligence definitely got you far in life, unless you were a stripper. Those people knew how to make a quick buck if they looked good and knew how to show it off. "There's always a reason to wear a tux," Adam argued, crossing his arms and lifting his chin defiantly. The kid would argue about anything and everything if given the opportunity. That could potentially be considered unhealthy. He thought of it as a way to see how willing people were to bite back. "I mean, look at this body Mona. Do you honestly think I wouldn't be beyond wearing a tux just because I can? Bitches love the fanciness." He was reminded of James Bond and how all the women seemed to swoon over him and his slicked back hair and black tuxedo. A gun always added to the wardrobe but he was lacking in that department.
"Tch, like any of us could afford a fucking alpaca. How about a llama or something. Or a sheep." What was this conversation? Hell if he knew. Could always be worse, he supposed; at least it was with his best friend and not some random chick. The boy frowned a little bit before tapping his chest, taking a step towards her. "Go on, take a hit. Just not the face because that'll ruin my money maker." With a bit of flair to his hand motion, he patted the side of his face before passing her a smirk. Adam was a confident son of a bitch, definitely to the point of being annoying, but he did not particularly care. He had no intentions of changing for anyone. If you did not like it, then oh well. No skin off his back. With Mona he supposed it would be a bit different if she suddenly decided to avoid him forever. That would be a large hit and one he did not want to deal with. He quirked an eyebrow. "True facts, Mo. I would probably shrivel up and die without you there every day!" Just being dramatic, of course. Adam would be bothered by not seeing her but he could live. He liked to play up the fact that he was independent and did not need people there for him to thrive.
If Adam had any idea that Mona saw him as one of his 'girlfriends' he would probably be offended, but at the same time flattered that she at least considered him a good friend. He did not have many of those so it was welcomed. "People who have to be complemented probably don't have really high self-esteem," He pointed out with a shrug. Ah hell, he liked complements too, but admitting to that now would only solidify that he did have bouts of insecurity like most people. The beer did not taste all that amazing but so long as Mona was going at it, then so would he. It was a matter of pride now, to show that he was not going to be out drank by his best friend, and a girl at that. Typical fourteen year old guy. He watched as she took a drink of the beer and eyed her, his mind once again drifting where it shouldn't be. Having very little sexual interaction left him a bit inexperienced but decided to take a drink anyway. He was not going to feel left out. "Okay," He thought for a second. "Never have I ever made out in a bathroom." He took a drink before moving out of the way of the other people and leaning against a nearby wall. The world was feeling a bit lopsided at this point and it was good to have a sturdy support. Having a low tolerance was going to suck. "Your turn."
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Post by MONA FAITH LANDRY on Aug 28, 2012 12:07:32 GMT -5
Mona snorted at her friend's comment about brain and muscle and hey, she at least thought he was pretty smart. Most of the time. She had no reason to think he was dumb, actually, so until he gave her evidence she'd just assume he had it together up there. "You'll be the first to die in a horror movie. I'd be next, considering I'm the attractive blond." That's just how those movies worked. Even though they all knew the black guy went first. It definitely took brains to survive when a madman was after you, but unfortunately most teenagers filmed never seemed to have that. It made sense. What fun would a slasher film be to watch if no one died? That's what it was all about. "Really?" she responded to Adam's defiant attitude about the appropriate time to wear a tux. Then I can expect you to be wearing one on Monday. Unless you're chicken." She even made the chicken noises for emphasis. Though it wasn't the best way to convince someone to wear a tux. She laughed at his words, saying, "Bitches also love a guy who can on occasion, dress down. I do have to give it to you, most dudes dress like schlubs." Then again, a guy who dressed nicely all the time was called a douche bag. Poor men couldn't win. In any case, she liked tuxes because he was right, women dug fanciness. Suits were just the epitome of the sexy guy.
The girl shook her head. "Dude, do you even know how much they cost? Have you ever heard of a sheep farm? No. But alpaca farms are all the rage. Llamas, though, you might have something there..." This was ridiculous, but she was pretty much drunk. Hell, the conversation would still be had if she was completely sober because now she was wondering about the price of furry animals and considering that maybe squirrels would be good enough. Or her sugar glider. When he touched his cheek, it took all self-control not to roll her eyes and punch him just because she could. "Don't worry, I won't. I know that really is your moneymaker because it's the only thing you've got going for you. Oh snap." She totally burned him, damn she was proud. Okay, so she wasn't serious, but still she had to give herself props for that. A pat on the back. Mona shrugged like it wasn't a big deal. "And you'd go through withdrawals, you know. Just get the shakes all the time." Because she was just like a drug, but what would she know without firsthand experience? Watching Intervention was all she had to go off of.
Raising her eyebrow at him, she said, "Oh, so I suppose you don't like people applauding you when you do something awesome. You're too cool for compliments, right?" Her tone was about as jocular as she got lately, but she wasn't so deprived of humor that she still couldn't joke. Even still, she liked compliments and she'd always been sure of herself. Not as much lately, but well, there you have it. Her immediate reaction was to take a drink, but after she practically sputtered and said, "Hey wait, does that mean you totally made out with a dude? Because you were in the dude's bathroom? Haha." She figured that he wouldn't be so confident that he'd respond poorly to some ball busting. Mona felt like this would eventually turn into an exasperating game for her, which was why she'd grown to despise it. and yet here she'd offered it up, go figure. she was a masochist. She followed him and thought of her next question. "Never have I ever sneaked into a club." She didn't take a drink, because it was one of the few things she had experienced. It was unfortunate, looking young even for a fourteen-year-old. It was the baby face.
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Post by ADAM EVAN RIZZO on Aug 29, 2012 16:16:22 GMT -5
Adam had seen quite a few horror movies in his short life and grudgingly he had to agree with Mona that if things did work out like those movies, the brawn and the beauty always went first. You had to have wits to survive. Fortunately for the young Fire he did have a bit going for him in the intelligence department. He simply didn't like to flaunt it around. "I guess you're right. I might turn out to be the dick who puts you in front of me so I can live like...five minutes longer." Yeah, right. Adam had his moments of selfishness and did a lot of things to please himself but the girl was his best friend. Mona would be behind him if anything else. Not that he would tell her that. He raised an eyebrow. "Me, a chicken?" There was a laugh shortly after, amusement that she went so far as to make clucking noises. "Please. I'll wear a tux on Monday, you can count on it." He pointed at her and passed a challenging look before watching a few girls pass by. Damn. There were a lot of good looking girls lingering around this party. He was there with Mona for the time being so until she went off and found her own thing to do he'd probably stick close by. Best friend and all.
"Good luck affording an alpaca farm, Mo. And sheep farms exist! What the fuck are you talking about? Go the cheap way and either go for sheep or llamas." Either way it was all nice and fluffy and you could make good money off of their coats. Her next comment left him momentarily speechless, albeit more out of admiration for her decent comeback than anything. "Ho ho, well look who is just full of herself tonight. You're just the hot shit, aren't ya?" He had to admit, whether she was tipsy or not that was pretty good. "At least my face is a moneymaker." Adam shot back with a confident smirk, wiggling his eyebrows. It was not the most amazing of retorts but at least he wasn't some gaping idiot without anything to say. He loved to have the last word if he could help it. "So that's what I was feeling earlier before I came over here," He tapped his chin in thought. "It must have been the withdrawals." What if you could actually have legitimate withdrawals from not seeing a person? That would not be good.
Adam lifted his hands up in mock defense, rolling his eyes. "Dude, I don't mind complements but I just don't ask for them or need them. I don't fish and shit." A lot of people did, and he knew that, but he was confident enough in himself and did not ask people to offer them up. "I guess if your...interest needs to be complemented to get him in bed there could be a problem." Maybe he needed compensation? Who knew. But everyone enjoyed receiving flattery whether it was asked for or not. Adam sneered at her and tipped his head back and forth. "Oh haha. Very funny. Your sense of humor astounds me." And he would have gone on to defend himself if he felt he needed to, but he knew for a fact that the person he made out with in that bathroom was female. He shook the can in his hands and watched Mona, shrugging. "Never have I ever either." Well that was boring. Hm. Now he had to think of something else. "Never have I ever...kissed someone of the same sex." And of course the boy didn't take a drink of his beer; he was more or less interested in knowing whether his friend made out with another girl. Then again it would be awkward if he found himself turned on by it. Too late to take it back now.
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Post by MONA FAITH LANDRY on Aug 29, 2012 19:43:35 GMT -5
Mona thought about it. Yeah, he was a dick about half the time. When he wasn't being a dick, he was being a pervert. But she didn't like to paint her friends in cardboard boxes like that. He had more going for him than being the dude who dies too early in a horror movie. "I've actually never seen that tactic used before," she told him. Maybe she just needed to watch a few more films to see the asshole using people as human shields in the face of a slasher. At least she had a strong enough stomach for watching people get sliced in half. She blinked when Adam pointed at her, declaring that the tux was happening. Her lips turned up in a wolfish grinned. "You for real? Hehe, all right." She had a smart phone and she was going to make the best of it by filming him. "You're just lucky the academy doesn't have any lockers that you can be pushed into." He was making himself a target, clearly, especially by upperclassman. They were on the bottom of the food chain and half the school was determined to remind them of that every day.
She wore a feigned impatient look as her friend claimed that there were in fact sheep farms. "Okay, there are sheep on farms," she argued, "but no farms specifically for sheep." Of course, Mona was probably wrong but she didn't know and once she claimed something she stuck stubbornly by it. Nobody wanted to be proven wrong. When he claimed that she must have been hot shit, she went ahead and brushed a shoulder off like the pimp she was. The girl liked to think of herself as rather witty, but alcohol helped boost everything, including self-image. Not like she hated herself anything before, she was quite confident, but now she was the kind of the entire world. "Say something else and your face won't be a moneymaker anymore after I beat the shit out of it." In her mind, she had thought something punny along the lines of him being a Fire and verbally burning her, and it almost made her giggle but she had enough self-restraint that she simply smiled to herself. It was astounding how they could go back and forth between pretending to love and hate each other without a hitch. She patted a hand to her chest when he tilted his head up. "Oh you poor thing, I can't imagine what it was like without me." Because hey, she was her. And that thought was something that actually did made her giggle, even though she tried to hide it.
She pretended to be skeptical of him as he said that he didn't need them, but she believed him. He inflated his own ego, as he'd proven, and there was nothing wrong with that. Self-confidence was awesome. She lifted an eyebrow at him though when he mentioned her "interest". "There's never a problem with just one night," Mona said, a sly grin on her fact that was pretty inappropriate but seeing as she wasn't very appropriate in the first place, there was nothing odd there. She nodded as he tipped his head back and forth, telling him, "Damn straight, I'm the most hilarious bitch here." Quite possibly, considering she didn't pay much attention to who else was there. It was just her and Adam right now, and she'd get back to lover dude later in the night. And this game was now turning into a game of finding out more about Adam, and silently she decided that one time they would have to sneak into a club for the hell of it. She rolled her eyes as she said, "Oh come on," realizing she was losing. She took a drink, remembering Maddie, and then sighed, thinking. "Never have I ever had sex on a stranger's bed." To which she took a drink and she was running out now because she decided that she would keep taking the biggest gulps she could. Because she definitely needed to be more drunk than she was at that moment.
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Post by ADAM EVAN RIZZO on Aug 30, 2012 10:41:44 GMT -5
He nodded and pulled at his t-shirt like he was popping a collar. "I'm for real." The kid was not easily embarrassed so dressing up was not much of a bother. For a brief moment, Adam could claim to be the shorter, younger version of James Bond. "They wouldn't push me into a locker anyway," Adam boasted, puffing out his chest. "And if they did, it's because bitches will just be jealous that I look damn good in a suit." Well, he thought he did. He did not wear them often of course but Monday would be a good enough reason he supposed. And if Molly asked he would say it was for a class project. She would not let him wear a perfectly good, crisp suit to school for no reason. He was still amused that they were still going back and forth about sheep. It can't hurt. Mona was an exception to just about every rule the boy had in his book, except for outright apologies and admitting to being in the wrong. It took a lot for him to come out with his shortcomings to anyone. "How do you know?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "I'm sure there's at least one sheep farm out there. They gotta use their wool for cotton and shit, right?"
"Ohh, I'm scared," Adam waved his hands in front of him and feigned fear of his best friend before rolling his eyes and shaking his head. "Really Mo, I'm not scared of you. Nice try though." There were only a few things in this world he truly feared, and his friend was not one of them. Now if she were to wear a clown costume it might be different. Those mother fuckers were scary, and he did not care who thought otherwise. He pouted and sniffed a little, pretending to be genuinely upset. "It was miserable. I was a complete wreck without you." The boy could cope well without other people to a certain extent, but he was sure that if he had to be away from Mona or those in his (small) circle of friends for too long he might have withdrawals. That required admitting dependence on others though, which he was opposed to.
He wiggled his eyebrows, smirking right along with her. Adam felt a bit weird thinking about Mona's sex life but there was no way in hell he would display that. The perv bothered by perviness? Unheard of. "No, I guess not." Adam thought on this for a moment and a mischievous grin creased his lips. "So I guess that's what the other guy is for huh? Just one night?" He could not help but feel a small surge of protectiveness over the girl but saying something about it would be rather fruitless. She could do what she wanted. It was her life. If he hurts her, though... Then there would certainly be hell to pay. He snorted, and deadpanned, "So fucking hilarious. I can't contain my laughter any longer." Comfortable in his sexuality maybe, but not so much that he would make a huge joke out of making out with another guy. That was ten levels of awkward for him. He was only partially surprised that Mona took a drink; it seemed that girls were always more comfortable kissing one another than guys were. Again he did not take another drink, eyeing her. "I only have sex in my own bed," He lied. "More comfortable. You need another one of those?" He pointed at her beer can. Not that she really did but Adam had to ask.
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Post by MONA FAITH LANDRY on Aug 30, 2012 12:56:09 GMT -5
Clearly, Adam did have a lot of confidence. Good for him, she supposed it was a wonderful thing to be able to wear a tux without any concern of being pushed into a wall. She liked to avoid embarrassment as much as possible, but then again she might have been more easy to embarrass than him. Not to say that it was actually easy to embarrass her, she just had some things she knew she didn't like about herself. "Yep, that's gotta be it. It totally wouldn't be because you'd look like an out of place penguin and therefore an easy target." All this talk of bitches made her wonder just how many bitches he actually got. It was a good question, actually, but she didn't think she could easily bring that up without sounding like a perv. He was the one holding the perv status, here. The topic of sheep farms, however, was one very innocent and very out of place when at a party. "Fine, google it. Twenty bucks to whoever's right." She didn't worry about having twenty bucks, because she was convinced she was right. That was her brand of confidence, the stubborn kind that wouldn't allow her to admit any wrong even when she realized that she was very very far from right.
Mona wore a cocky expression as he waved his arms around, lips pursed and eyes on him like she was seriously debating just clocking him. "Not scared of me, hmm?" she said coolly, as if she were going to back down and admit that no, she couldn't be scary. "All right then. I'll tell you this. I'm going to hit you some time tonight, but I'm not going to tell you when." She was serious about this. Hell, it may be the worst thing you could do to a friend, but he was asking for it with his arrogance. And she wasn't going to let him think that she was just going to shrug and let him think that she wasn't going to punch him when she said so. She was just going to let the Fire kid live in fear. "Maybe you need a patch for me. It'll feed you endorphins whenever I'm not around, so you won't have such bad withdrawal symptoms." Well, heroin addicts did not have a patch, but people trying to quite smoking did and that was what she was thinking of. Clearly, she was as addictive as anything unhealthy for Adam.
At that moment, Mona actually wondered how much to say. For once she considered that maybe a filter would be a good idea so that Adam didn't think any worse of her than he might have already. That's what she was worried about. She did care about her friends even though she never ever said it or made it seem that way. She just seemed exceptionally uncaring. "I've never actually dated anyone, so I don't know how that would go down. Just for fun is easier, I s'pose." This was the truth, seeing as she was still young and her mother still had the rule against dating. Mona wondered when that would be lifted, and with a sinking feeling realized it may never be, at least not by Queenie. She was glad Adam didn't hit her or something for making fun of him like that, because what was a friendship without ball busting? For her, it was a sign of closeness to openly mock someone. It meant she cared in her own Mona way.
She snorted when he told her that he only had sex in his own bed. "What about convenience? You seriously gonna bring a girl back home after meeting her in a party just to fuck her? You can just find a bathroom or something." Mona recalled their conversation about romance before, and she believed that the bathroom was right up there with the woods. At least woods had ambiance. The bathroom just had toilet paper. She looked at the can when he pointed at it, "Think I need to sit down or something, but sure. Meet me over yonder with another beer, hun." She finished off the can before waltzing over to the couch and waiting while he got more. Stupid game, and stupid spinning walls. She didn't like when they did that, so she focused up at the ceiling as she reclined against the back of the couch, listening to the thumping of the music.
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Post by ADAM EVAN RIZZO on Aug 30, 2012 15:04:41 GMT -5
Out of place? Adam always thought he was a bit out of place anyway so this did not really phase him like it probably should have. Blending in could be beneficial--he was doing it right now by going to this party--but when it came to stupid stuff like wearing a tux to school for absolutely no reason Adam could care less. "Penguins are cool. No pun intended." At least chicks usually found penguins adorable and all that. Could be worse. If she had compared him to, say, a mutated killer whale then the image could potentially be ruined. He nodded and took on the bet with a wide grin. "You're on. I look forward to getting that twenty bucks. Got a new video game I wanna buy." It was a bit more expensive than twenty dollars but he was planning on using it towards the game anyway. On top of allowance he would have it all in no time.
He ticked his chin upwards and gave Mona a daring look, shaking his head a little at her question. If Adam were scared of her then she would surely know by now. Either that or he was good at hiding it. "Go right on ahead," He challenged, the frown on his face rather forced. He wanted to try and retain a serious expression. "I highly doubt your punch could do anything to my skintanium armor." Like titanium, but in the form of skin. A little something he made up somewhere along the way; it was difficult to remember exactly when, but he prided himself on that bit of genius. He thought on her words for a moment before saying, "The Mona Patch, available in all different skin tones and levels of strength." Wouldn't that be a hell of a patch? It was an interesting concept but he did not think they would be able to create something like that. Who would use a patch for something like that anyway? Adam was thinking way too deep about this.
"I guess so," He shrugged it off and did not think much about it, unaware that Mona had more or other things that she wanted to say. He might have teased her but she was one of his closest friends so to actually judge her for how she lived her life would be wrong. Even he knew that. Adam's expression remained the same, even when she came back with a logical response. "I'd prefer a strangers' bed over a bathroom. Making out is one thing but trying to have sex? No thanks." Just the thought of actually attempting bathroom sex seemed weird, so he ignored any and all images that passed through his mind. He tried to refrain from laughing but still managed to say, "Aww, can't stand up on your own two feet anymore? Shame." Not that he was doing much better. Without saying much else he turned around and finished off his own beer before grabbing two fresh ones from the cooler.
He popped them both open and plopped down on the couch next to her, handing one over. "There you go. Enjoy." He put an arm over the back of the couch and watched the other people in the room for a minute before glancing over at her. There was a slightly glazed look in his eyes. "So is this how you spend your party time, sitting on the couch? Or do you just like sitting with me?" He smirked a little and took a small sip of the beer, the taste not as revolting as before. Still not his favorite, but at least he could deal with it now. He didn't mind the warmth surging through his body either.
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