Party on Wayne! (Group B)

[HUNTER DOUGLAS ULRICH]

Hunter watched the exchange a chaste, but lingering kiss between the two unknown teenagers. Hunter rolled his eyes and made a disgusted sound, unconsciously shifting away from the couple. Public displays of affection were just tacky. Even if he did have someone to kiss, he'd never be so obvious about it.

He wasn't short on admirers, he reminded herself. His position in the social hierarchy of Maple Hollow guaranteed female attention. He'd been propositioned with a number short flings from the girls in his year and a few in the years above him, but he'd yet to have a relationship of any sort. Once the thrill of the so-called chase was gone, his lovers' admiring praises began to sound more sycophantic than sincere. Everywhere Hunter went in this snotty high society area of Maple Hollow, people shrank in fear and admiration of the undisputed Ulrich Bastard.

One time his rebuff of an overly affection girl was so bad, she was pleasantly pissed and spent the rest of the evening dancing, laughing, and flirting with every boy who inquired of her, making sure to send an icy glare at Hunter every few minutes. Eventually she found herself seated in the lap of a strong looking boy and surrounded by a motley crew of inebriated young wealthy heirs and heiress. Hunter spent his night blissfully ignoring her and stealing classes of cognac from unattended tables. And although he found that sort of power ridiculous, he wasn't interested in the groveling idiots that surrounded him. His family’s money was more trouble than it was worth to the boy. Hunter wanted a girl – nay, a woman! Hunter wanted more booze though at the moment.

Hunter stumbled his way to the bar. Thank God for old money or else Hunter wouldn’t be breaking into his father’s liquor cabinet and practically boozing up ever Fire and Thunder student who attended the Academy. Not like he cared. It wasn’t his own personal money getting flushed down the drain and then puked back up once a kid reached their limit. Served the Ulrich family right for ditching Hunter and jetting off to Ontario for the weekend.

POSTING ORDER: Hunter, Parker, Makism, Mona, Adam, Harlington.
NOTES: House Living Room (Party Area)
OUTFIT: CLICK

[PARKER DANIEL CARTER]

Smoke rose slowly into the darkening sky though there was nobody other than Parker nearby to see it ascend and quite frankly, his attention was elsewhere. The twelfth year Fire student stood outside the living area, beyond the glass doors and perched rather precariously upon the low rise wall. Parker had been to a fair few parties at houses like this in his lifetime, granted that most of them had been upperclass, wine sipping, boring stiffs whose idea of conversation revolved around the stock market or some shit instead of young teenagers drinking until they collapse. It was definitely a change for the better and safe to say it was probably going to be the best night out he'll have since he was last in town.

Parker flicked the spent butt of his cigarette over the wall and got to his feet, a light frown alighting his lips when he realised he was nigh on stone cold sober. That wouldn't do at all. He'd already seen somebody stagger into one of the glass doors and not catch himself on the rebound, instead he'd crashed to the floor on his ass. It was enough to make him laugh at any rate. That guy had long since staggered off though and now all he wants to do is go and drown himself in his own weight of free alcohol.

He recognised half of the people around him and quite honestly he couldn't see the night being a peaceful one, not with the number of Thunder and Fire students packed together and supplied with booze. He moved his way towards the bar, having spotted Hunter as soon as he'd entered the room. Not that it was that difficult, the bleached blonde wasn't exactly hard to miss.

"A'ight blondie?" He chirped, sounding much more cheerful than he really was without an alcohol blood percentage level. He'd met Hunter before of course, even jumped on his old board to join him a few times. Course, Parker was more the sort to be active for a short burst of time before sitting down for a smoke. Usually chucking something a little extra into the mix to keep him his cravings (not to mention mild anger issues) in check. He reached for a bottle of alcohol, twisting it to glance at the label, "where're ya hiding the strong stuff?" He pushed the bottle in his hand back to where he'd found it, pulling another close, "Or anything recognisable for tha' matter."

Parker's really a simple boy with simple needs. It's also pretty difficult to get him to try new things without being damn convincing first.