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Post by HUNTER DOUGLAS ULRICH on Dec 5, 2012 15:45:51 GMT -5
'Smooth move buddy,' the blonde thought. Nice of Caleb to take Kennedy’s side for once, even if it was slightly at his expense. A guy’s got to do what a guy’s got to do for the game. So Caleb was going was going to play the hero card for now, fine by him. Hunter should go in for a few more blows by the end of the night just to boost Caleb up. ”Well I’m not going to compare her to someone cool like Alice Glass. Avril Lavigne is the only other thing Canada’s got to offer.” She and Justin Beiber were like Canadian pop royalty. Such a poor nation to have those two represent them on a global scale. Laughable really.
Hunter snapped the mask back over his face as he began to map out his new piece. Fiddling around with the black spray paint he knocked a quick piece out. The mask hid his grin as he looked at the little doodle of Calvin. It was a tip of his hat to his younger sister who always liked to call him that due to how he did his hair. He had to give the young girl her credit for that one, because the more he though about it, the more he had to agree with her. She loved to see the tiny Calvin’s pop up all over the city. Little did she know Hunter was the one being all of them. Now onto some serious business. It was time to flex some of his artistic muscles with a bigger piece just to really mark up his wall. Although he was pretty satisfied with his first piece, enough to continue using it in the future, it was nice to have something to compare it too. He starched his brain a bit before throwing inhibitions out the door.
Laying down the fountain of light blue, Hunter noticed that it got pretty quiet. The music was still going strong, and the fumes were slowly building up. Hunter glanced behind his shoulder and noticed Caleb had pulled Kennedy aside. Without being able to hear the conversation Hunter’s imagination went to the worst. 'Kennedy wasn’t going to crumble under his pressure so easily,' he reminded himself. Hunter did have the sneaking suspicion that Kennedy was tempted to create a little more chaos in her life. Caleb would be a good mentor in that regards, so long as she didn't loose complete control of herself. No one could truthfully say they weren’t even curious of what it was like to be a little bad. Whether it was sex, drug, booze, everyone had a little darkness in their life. Nothing wrong with deviance when done correctly. As Caleb and Kennedy chatted away Hunter tried his best to focus on his work. In the back of his mind though he was weary of what Caleb might be planting in Kennedy’s head. Perhaps it was best to glance over and keep tabs ever now and then.
NOTES:Work In Progress TAG: Kennedy and Caleb
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Dec 6, 2012 21:03:24 GMT -5
make the world move
let me hear that future sound
Kennedy wasn't really expecting any acknowledgement on her new piece, so it surprised her when Caleb complimented her on it. The colors were bleeding together and she would rather have used some black and blue colors, but the reds and such fit well enough for her that she wasn't going to complain too much about it. She would probably look into making another piece before the night was up, but right now she was still trying to put together something else. She didn't want to waste too much of Hunter's spray paint like she had in her first piece, not too sure what she was going to do.
Hunter continued his poke at her drumming, saying that he wouldn't compare her to Alice Glass or somebody cool like that as a result to Caleb's defense. Wait, had she heard that right? Was Caleb trying to take her side? She rolled her eyes, but was surprised as Caleb addressed her again, coming over and somewhat pulling her to the side. Whatever Hunter and him had talked about, her curiosity was killing her. She figured, though, that she wouldn't have to ask because Caleb was acting differently.
He spoke quietly, apologizing for his actions before and offering that they start over. Kenny glanced over at Hunter, who was working on his next piece of art. She wasn't a hundred percent sure if Hunter would have told off his friend--Caleb had been treating her about the same that Hunter usually did, minus the fact that Caleb seemed somewhat to find her attractive or something--but he sounded sincere. He finished with taking a drink from his bottle, which made her wonder if he was a bit drunk and just came up with the idea himself. Maybe Caleb was one of those people who got drunk and felt like they needed to fix everything. She doubted it, but it was worth a thought.
However, she wasn't going to just turn him down. Whether drunk, forced, or by his own choice, it was something difficult to apologize to somebody. So, the young Beaufort's face split into a smirk, giving a shrug before it turned to a smile. "Yeah, I guess. I mean, I don't really blame you," she explained, cutting herself off before she started rambling, shifting in place. Why was she suddenly so nervous and jumpy? This was still the same person she was around earlier, right?
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Post by caleb on Dec 6, 2012 22:32:53 GMT -5
Caleb was far from the kind of person that would try to fix things when he was drunk. He didn't change much at all from drunk to sober, in fact. He just became a little less nervous and thought a little less when he was intoxicated. When the booze was in his blood, he was a lot more comfortable in his skin, and that was terrible for the people that he was hitting on. Of course, his thought process was also a tad impaired, but with the way he tended to act sober, you really couldn't tell. While the boy was certainly smart, he certainly didn't act it. He was dumb, and reckless, and careless, and that was why people underestimated, but his game spoke for itself, and if he could get this girl drunk, he was going to get this girl in bed. Or so he hoped. He'd find out soon enough. Caleb smiled as the girl agreed to his fake apology. She was right where he wanted her. He lifted his bottle toward her in a flourish. "To new beginnings then, right?" he proclaimed, taking yet another swig, and holding the bottle out for Kennedy. It'd be rude for her to deny him, right? That was a perfect ruse for what he wanted. And he wanted her under the table drunk. She'd be his that way, and that was all that he cared about. He was going to win her challenge one way or another. people were stupid to ever think that he'd let himself lose anything. Especially something as easy as hooking up with someone. That was all that Caleb was good at, after all. He somehow had a way with women, and that was his gift. None of his other talents were ever used nearly as much. Hunter was being such a good sport about all of this. Caleb considered buying the boy a gift basket of some sort. What was the customary "thanks for letting me live with you and seduce your friend" gift? He doubted that there was one, but he knew that he wanted one to exist. There should have been some way to formally thank the thunder for such a service, but he'd probably just have to pay it forward in good deeds toward his friend. If it were anyone else, this would be hard. But Caleb knew just the thing for Hunter: he'd set him up with an easy girl at the next party they attended together. He didn't seem to understand that the boy didn't like the whole meaningless sex lifestyle, but his heart was in the right place.
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Post by HUNTER DOUGLAS ULRICH on Dec 6, 2012 23:25:27 GMT -5
The painting had been going better than Hunter expected. With Caleb and Kennedy chatting away, Hunter had the chance to loose himself a bit. He was critical of his work and sometimes felt that an audience caused him to get too caught up in what they were thinking. The mindset should have been that he didn’t give a fuck about what others thought of his work, but he did. His two friend’s diverted attention was a blessing. The tag had gone a bit bigger than he had originally planned. At least no one was going to mistake who had been here. Sniper was spelt out in fairly legible typeface and spanned across the entire space of the wall he had chosen. There was probably very little left of the light blue by now, and the black had been sputtering it’s last breath halfway through the piece.
Soon he’d be cuing the downward spiral of inhibitions for the two behind him. Little did Caleb know, but the possible drunk Kennedy was more than enough reward for Hunter. What kind of sloppy mess would she be? Defensive? Loud? Super loving? Or maybe sad. Oh he prayed for anything other than sad mushy drunk. He did not want to hear about how they were all great friends, or this was the best day of her life and then cry in some corner of the room because her father didn't buy that one my little pony set back in second grade until someone lifted her ass up. He’d take blunt and overly honest drunk any day of the week as long as it didn’t involve a crying girl. Hunter was far from being crowned Nicest Guy in the Universe, but his heart couldn’t take it. Being around so many girls growing up made him have a soft spot for a female bawling her eyes out into a tissue. Hunter secretly wanted Kennedy to turn up to be a giggly sort of drunk who just stated the obvious and went around entertaining them as she stumbled around.
Thankfully Hunter’s back was to the two budding lovebirds as he overheard Caleb fed Kennedy the whole ‘to new beginnings’ deal. The blonde couldn't help but roll his eyes at the sentiment. ’Yeah, to new beginnings…ending in your pants!’ Hunter gave a loud dry laugh at the thought. Maybe that didn’t fly so well with Caleb plan, Operation: Claim Kennedy. Turning on his heel Hunter tried to play it off. Shrugging his shoulders he went to say, ”What do you think the land lord is going to say when he sees all of this shit?” Well, that wasn’t too bad. Could be something that crossed his mind randomly. Plus Caleb would have to have his back, seeing as Hunter had his. In the end of course, all roads lead to Caleb and his mission.
NOTES:Finished Tag TAG: Kennedy and Caleb
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Dec 8, 2012 1:28:08 GMT -5
make the world move
let me hear that future sound
Kennedy watched Hunter as he continued working on his piece out of the corner of her eye. She was paying mostly attention to Caleb, but the bizarreness of the situation was still not settling well with the female Thunder. What had truly caused this change between Caleb and her was something that would probably be pestering her at the back of her mind until she figured out exactly what was going on. Especially because the male Thunder seemed to be pretty much ignoring the duo of them. She was sure if Hunter had brought up the difference, he'd be coaching Caleb through it.
Caleb held the bottle to her, offering it as a sort of treaty between the two. She was tentative to take it at the moment, however. Kennedy had drank before at the galas and such, where wine was the only thing served. She only recalled getting drunk once. Dee had found it extremely entertaining, though. Apparently, she was a lot more sociable and less inept at communicating with people in a "normal" fashion. Kennedy didn't really like the feeling, but Caleb had cornered her. She couldn't just back out of the offer so she took the bottle from his hands.
The liquid burned her throat as she took a swig but she stopped herself from coughing or otherwise making a fool of herself. She passed the bottle back to Caleb, giving a weak smile as Hunter turned around and asked what they believed the land lord would do when he found the graffiti. "Probably pitch a fit and try to paint over it," Kennedy replied, giving a shrug. "Or the ever possible option that he absolutely loves it and tries to incorporate it into the new building design," she finished, rolling her eyes as her voice took on a sarcastic tone. "Why? You having second thoughts or something, Hunt?" she asked, her voice taking back a normal, somewhat curious and concerned tone that she would sometimes use when addressing Hunter about something that might be worrying him.
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Post by caleb on Dec 8, 2012 9:12:08 GMT -5
She took the bait, and Caleb smiled devilishly. It'd take a lot more than that to get the girl drunk, but he was well on his way. She was trusting him enough to take his drink, and accept his fake apology. That was definitely a step in the right direction. Girls that didn't want him tended to ignore the apology and deny the drink. But then again, who didn't want Caleb? No one. Not the way he saw things, anyway. In his eyes, everyone wanted him, some just took some convincing to see the inner truth. Alcohol always brought the truth out in people, and Caleb was sure it was just because it was hard to lie while everything was blurry in their world. It made enough sense to him, and that's why he was glad that he usually had no lies to tell when he was wasted. He may have been manipulative, but he wasn't a liar. Not much, anyway.
Caleb didn't accept the bottle right away, instead, he looked up at her and raised his eyebrows. "Are you sure that you don't want more? It's some good shit. I want you to know I'm happy to share," he asked. Was he being too transparent? He hoped not. She wasn't onto his game yet, and that was a good sign. He couldn't wait to see how this girl, who seemed so reserved and bookish, drunk off her ass. That would have been the highlight of the evening. Unless he could get her in bed, of course. Because that meant that he'd be winning a bet, and winning was something that Caleb didn't do enough of in his life. He wasn't the best at anything, and that made his desire to win everything infinitely higher than anything else he felt. So why did it seem like he'd already won and slept with a Beaufort?
He started to recall a girl that seemed to be a common trend in his life, Cassadee Beaufort. Were they related? That seemed unlikely. Dee was a wild child, and Kennedy was so straight laced. It was probably just a coincidence. And even if it wasn't, Caleb wasn't going to try to find out until after this bet was over. If he said something now, he'd screw up the plan that he was working out to get Kennedy in bed. He'd still want to sleep with her whether it was considered a victory or not. Caleb was racking his brain in attempt to figure out what he could do to ensure his victory. Then Hunter interrupted. Well he wasn't getting a gift basket now. He could forget that. But Caleb felt bad that he was leaving his friend alone. It wasn't like he didn't give the thunder plenty of chances to stop him though. Hunter was so hard to read sometimes. "I think he'll hunt us all down one by one like the most dangerous game," he replied to the kid's question. What did it matter what the owner thought? They'd be long gone by the time that happened.
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Post by HUNTER DOUGLAS ULRICH on Dec 9, 2012 13:42:54 GMT -5
Hunter watch with anticipation as Kennedy took the whiskey bottle. This was as a bad as Eve taking the apple. It was like Oli Sykes of Bring Me The Horizon said ’Party ‘til you pass out, drink ‘til you’re dead.’ Maybe Kennedy shouldn’t go that far in her parting yet. She should dance all night until she can’t feel her legs instead. As long as he can video tape the drunken mess and hold it over her head for future blackmail. Hunter watched Caleb offer more to Kennedy. A little desperate in delivery but he did play the sharing is caring card.
Would be a shame is someone came in here and white walled their work. He used the term work lightly in the company of Caleb’s tags. Leave it to ‘the man’ to ruin some real art. Hunter highly doubted some old guy or white collared business owner who may very well own this property would be too receptive to the graffiti. ”He’ll hunt us down like some Hunger Game shit,” Just watch out for the arrows going at him. And by arrows he meant a barrage of bullets. Hunter had never really had a run in with some heavy artillery and he never wanted to.
”Seconds thoughts?” he gave Kennedy a sort of serious glare. ”Kennedy, I’m scared every time I pick up a spray can.” he voice was even and dry as he continued his little speech. ”I think about what my family would think of me if they saw me doing this. Sneaking out and ruining public property my father could end up owning one day, destroying the Ulrich name.” Unlike Kennedy, Hunter didn’t lay on the sarcasm as thick as much. Instead he made his stories seem serious. Then he broke the façade with a hard dose of no nonsense. ”And then I think about how I don’t give a shit”
NOTES: TAG: Kennedy and Caleb
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Dec 9, 2012 14:23:05 GMT -5
make the world move
let me hear that future sound
Kennedy arched a brow at Caleb as he offered her more of the drink, saying that he was happy to share it with her. The alcohol was good, she would admit. However, she knew that drinking too much, especially of hard liquid like that, would get her drunk rather quickly. Not that she was worried about getting drunk, she was still sane enough in that state to be able to tell right and wrong, but she felt that Caleb would take to her being drunk very quickly. And while she was confident that she wouldn't make a fool of herself, she wasn't really confident in the two boys she had for company.
So, since Caleb wasn't currently taking the bottle from her, she set it down on the ground, giving a shrug as she leaned back against the wall. His remark to Hunter's thought about the land lord made he laugh, giving Caleb an incredulous look. "So we're going to kill the landlord in the end?" she queried, though her voice was joking. The simple fact that the Fire had even read the short story by Richard Connell gave him a few respect points in her book, especially because it happened to be one of her favorite short stories.
Hunter then continued to say that they would be hunted down like Hunger Games. Kennedy wasn't stupid, the boys were both saying that whoever owned the building would be none to happy about their work and would want to kill the people responsible. But, honestly, she really didn't care for some reason. Whether it was because she was just feeling reckless or something, the young Beaufort was sort of thrilled with the fact that she was going against the society that she normally so devotedly followed.
Hunter then continued, in sort of a serious tone, that he was scared every time he went out to graffiti, what his family would think, and so on and so forth. She thought she could hear a tinge of sarcasm in his voice, but the female Thunder wasn't too sure. She was about to ask him why he did it, if he was so worried, when he finished that he didn't give a shit what anybody thought. She gave a laugh, shaking her head. "Alright, you had me going there for a bit," she admitted, rolling her eyes. "My parents expect me to be the poster child, so getting caught is not on my list of things I want to do before I move out," she explained, though she didn't know why she felt it was necessary to share that with them. She shrugged it off, hoping the boy's wouldn't pick too much fun at her for always being the good kid.
outfit | go home, you're drunk
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Post by caleb on Dec 9, 2012 16:13:50 GMT -5
People tended to think that Caleb was unintelligent because he didn't work hard in school. They thought that because he was always getting wasted, and seldom spent time studying, that he didn't have a smart cell in his body. But they were dead wrong. The fact that he was always working on a way to play people kind of proved this. Sure, it wasn't evident at first, but the way that Caleb spoke and thought certainly put him on a higher level of thinking than a lot of the toasted out kids that he associated with. Hunter being an exception to this. When Caleb had downtime, he actually did read. And when he worked at it, he could actually pull his grades up to an A in any class. But he never did. He liked it when people thought that he was stupid. They underestimated him, and fell into his trap. It was perfect, and he loved it. Kennedy put his bottle down. That was a bad sign. It meant that Caleb's offer was far too transparent, and he'd have to find a different angle. Since he was now sweet, sensitive, caring Caleb and not the total asshole that he was earlier, he was going to play up the aspect of flattery. Make her think that he thought that she was special. Because the opposite surely didn't work. "Oh, you read that too?" he asked the girl. "Smart and beautiful. I'm impressed," he said with a flirtatious smile. He was great at looking like he was interested and invested in a girl, and this was no exception. In fact, he was a little bit proud of his performance. He'd take a bow if any one else would care about the way he was acting as much as he did. Unfortunately, no one ever did. At least he had people to aid in his performances. People like Hunter. Usually, anyway. He was kind of cockblocking Caleb right now. Caleb couldn't help but laugh when Hunter finished his sob story. An audience who didn't know him would have taken it seriously until the end. But he didn't. He couldn't. He never understood why people cared about things like family, but that was probably because his own family life was so fucked up. Fucked up enough that Caleb stayed behind in Maple Hollow instead of heading back home for the month. And that was the right decision. It was a better option to stay here and party it up with Hunter than it was to go back and just drink alone in order to make it through the month that school was out. Kennedy responded with her own explanation of her family life, and how she didn't want to disappoint her parents. This was some real Breakfast Club shit right now. Just a few teenagers talking about how awful their parents were. "The only time I talk to my parents is when they pay to get me out of jail every few months," he said flatly. It seemed like none of them had good parental relationships. At least they all had even ground to stand on.
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Post by HUNTER DOUGLAS ULRICH on Dec 10, 2012 23:26:09 GMT -5
Someone should just give him an award for his acting right now for how convincing he was. What was troubling was the fact that Kennedy seemed to take the chance to lament about her image her parents have of her. ”You sound like you don’t want to be the poster child your parents dream you can be.” Hunter couldn’t really relate to Kennedy’s problem. She had two loving parents who pushed her to do things she didn’t like to do. Or so it would seem. Hunter wasn’t sure how much of her life she really did enjoy and how much was just some elaborate act to please her parents. Hunter moved from a place of love into a home where half the people treated him like some parasite they wished could be killed off. He traded his Mr. Roger’s neighbourhood life for a better education and comfort. That and the scouts pretty much ripped him away from his mother as she tried to keep custody of her oldest son. Hunter couldn’t picture himself in the girl’s shoes, but it was time to piss or get off the pot.
”If you don’t want to do everything they say, then fucking don’t.” he advised her. He didn’t see how hard it could really be. Then again he didn’t have many adults in his corner here in Maple Hollows. Most people expected him to fuck up to begin with. There isn’t much pressure when they set his standards so low. ”Go out and drink, party, skip, jump, fuck, do whatever it is you want to do now and stop talking about doing it,” he said shrugging his shoulder, ”Because no one wants to see a forty year old woman going out and getting a tattoo because she was too scared of what her parents thought when she was a teenager.” His tone wasn’t angry or uplifting at all. It was delivered as though it was merely a statement, because to Hunter that was all it was. Kennedy could either put up or shut up.
Caleb’s family situation was a far cry from what he wanted for Kennedy. While Kennedy was a golden child in her parents’ eyes, Caleb was a blemish. From what Caleb had hinted at every now and then. Like true boys, they had a mutual respect to keep themselves an arms length away form each other when it came to gushing about their problems. They left that to the girls to do. The more he thought about it the more Hunter realized that he was somewhat of a middleman here. He was the halfway point for these two and bridged the gap for their two very different worlds. The little group had spent more than enough time out in the dark and with his wall mostly covered; Hunter figured it was a good time to pack it. ”I need to get back soon so I can take Grace to gymnastics in the morning. Are you guys going to stay here?” Hunter made his way over to his bag and started to shove some of the unused cans into the pouch. Was Kennedy going to defy her parents and drink up? Would Caleb find a way to convince for a little one on one time? Hunter had his fun for the night, now it was time to face the real world and be just a tiny bit responsible.
NOTES: We should probably wrap this up soon TAG: Kennedy and Caleb
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Dec 11, 2012 1:10:55 GMT -5
make the world move
let me hear that future sound
The brunette wasn't too sure on what she was supposed to do. Caleb gave her another compliment, saying that she was smart and beautiful and mentioning that he was impressed, which made her fluster again. Whatever had changed his outlook on her was starting to make her nervous and she considered picking up the bottle again and taking another drink to calm herself. However, she was saved as Hunter started talking, distracting her from Caleb at the moment as he spoke. It allowed her to turn her head and let the color fade from her cheeks.
Kennedy hadn't really meant to make a big deal over her torn alliances between being a normal teenager and pleasing her parents who were upset about letting the par fall the first time around. That was always the problem with being the oldest child, she guessed. You would be considered the guinea pig as they tried to figure out exactly how they were supposed to be parents. With Dee, they left the leashes too long. As for Kenny, they had kept her on such a short leash she didn't even notice when the slack came until they prodded her to go somewhere.
She gave a shrug as he finished. She didn't know why she didn't take more advantage that her parents were used to having a child who partied. The female Thunder, should she had been anybody else, should have been on the party scene more often and getting used to being a teenager for once. However, she wasn't taking a hold of the situation. Maybe she'd be like Hunter said, that lady who's getting a tattoo when she's old because she was afraid to when she was younger, to put it back in his colorful metaphor.
Her blonde friend then started packing up, saying that he was going to head out and asking if they were going to come. Still a bit nervous about staying out with the other Fire, she glanced around to see if there was anything she dropped before tugging on her jacket to make sure everything was fitting properly. "I should probs be headed back home too," she replied, keeping her gaze away from Caleb and hoping he wouldn't notice how much the compliment had phased her. Curse her and her inability to take compliments well. It was times like these where she wished that guys took an interest in her so she knew how to react when talked to as such.
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Post by caleb on Dec 11, 2012 18:09:43 GMT -5
The way Hunter spoke to Kennedy resonated with Caleb. It sounded just like something that Caleb himself would have said, were he not on his best behavior. That was why Caleb and Hunter worked well together: while they had their differences, they had a good understanding of each other as well. Caleb had to wonder if he had any effect on the way that Hunter thought though. Was he always this way, or did Caleb corrupt him? Did it matter? Not really. They were who they were now, and that's all that was important. Unfortunately, Kennedy wasn't on the level of Caleb and Hunter. Not yet. She wasn't as rebellious as the two of them were, but if she spent more nights out with the two handsome young rogues, they'd fix that quickly. She'd be a regular delinquent in no time. The recipe was simple in that regard: just add Caleb. Hunter was telling them that he had to go home soon, which made things a little harder. Would Kennedy want to stay around? It didn't sound like she would, but Caleb could work with it. The real problem was getting back into Hunter's house to crash himself. He'd done it enough, but most of the time it involved waking Nana in the process. Not that Caleb minded. He loved harassing the old woman. It was always hilarious. Old people didn't get along with Caleb most of the time, no matter how he acted, so he spent a lot of his time harassing them when he had time. Nana was the prime example of that. So it probably wouldn't have been a problem for Caleb to show up later - preferably with Kennedy right there in bed with him. But it looked like Kennedy was trying to leave. Well this was his final gambit, he supposed. "I thought your parents didn't expect you home tonight," he said, recalling back to earlier in the night. "What happened to being rebellious. The night is young, and so are we!" he proclaimed, still making sure to keep his voice down so no one would catch them. "Seriously, beautiful, roll with me tonight. Really get a taste of the wild side," he offered with his most charming of smiles. This was his final attempt, and if she didn't stick around, he'd probably cut his losses and drink in an alley or something. It didn't matter, but it was far too early for Caleb to go home. He was more or less nocturnal, and this was his way of keeping himself going. Hopefully Kennedy would be game, because he hated spending time alone. Not to mention, he needed to win this challenge. Caleb hated losing, after all.
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