if you ever lose your mind | caleb

[KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT]

to resist it is useless

it is useless to resist it

Kennedy Lynn was the type of girl that one would put the word "smart" in the first few adjectives describing her. She got good grades, was on decent terms with moth of the teachers, and the epitome of a daughter than any parent would want. She didn't stay out late, didn't really date, and followed their instructions to a T. She was wary of people with bad reputations, kept her distance from people in general, and was an overall ray of sunshine for anybody who she held the facade up for.

The last thing anybody would have expected for her to say would be "Sure, why not?" when offered to spend more of the night with the Caleb Cross.

So let's rewind for a bit, catch back up. So Kennedy had managed to weasel her way into Caleb and Hunter's tagging plans for the night. Now, the blonde boy was leaving because he had to take Grace to gymnastics. Kennedy had planned to ditch as well but her thought process wasn't entirely functioning. See, the young Thunder wasn't used to being complimented, or guys interested in her in general. Whether Caleb had noticed this and was continuing to throw items of praise in her direction for an advantage or was just genuinely a night guy, Kennedy couldn't really come to a conclusion.

Caleb had managed to corner her when he pointed out that her parents weren't expecting her home. Dammit, why had she felt the urge to say that earlier? He continued on saying that the night was young and they could go an be rebellious before dropping the question in her lap, he called me beautiful, asking her to spend more of the night with him, with a bright smile. Maybe that was what broke her resolve, made her agree to abandon her safety harness and climb the rock wall anyways.

Hunter had left and Kennedy took a deep breath to prevent a bright flush from coloring her cheeks. Without processing the action, she picked up the bottle of alcohol that Caleb had offered to her earlier. The first drink had already settled, the content not enough to make her feel anything out of the ordinary. As she took her second drink of the night she imagined it lighting her on fire, making her burn with confidence as she turned back towards Caleb and held out the bottle. "So what first, my Fire-headed friend?" she asked, trying to keep the waver from her voice. She was jittery, but not from nerves. She felt... Alive, like she could do anything. Keep yourself in check, she advised herself, arching a brow at Caleb to finish her question with an illustrated question mark.

outfit | will link to old thread once archived.

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Caleb refused to call himself smart. He was brilliant when it came to getting girls. And when it came to just working with people, he had a gift. He also possessed an intellect above that of most of the people that he hung out with, but he found it stupid to stress over things like grades or pissing contests about how smart people were. Academic kids spent too much time wasting time being academic. They never really lived it up the way Caleb tried to do every day. He lived like he was dying, and they lived like they were already dead. That's why he was so surprised that Kennedy had stuck around to hang out with him. She was one of them. One of the kids who avoided people like Caleb. And now she was spending one on one time with the living embodiment of everything she strayed from.

Kennedy's answer had genuinely surprised him. He'd thought that she'd turn him down and go home to read a book or something boring. But she was going to stay and live on the wild side for a night. That was good to hear. Now if only he knew what they should do. There weren't very many parties that'd still be going on this late. They'd be fizzling out as everyone was either fucking or passing out. "That's the spirit!" he replied to her agreement. It was good that she wasn't against him anymore. He'd worked it out so that he could sound like the good guy now, and she just thought that he was going to treat her like a friend. She probably thought that he'd dropped her challenge. She said that he'd never sleep with a Beaufort, and he was sure going to prove her wrong. Even if he did have a creeping suspicion that he already had slept with one before.

Where to? That was a very good question. "Well it depends," he replied to the girl. "What's something you've wanted to do before, but you were afraid of the consequences?" That was a good way of doing things. Usually his nights were spent getting wasted and then seeing where that led. But something told him that Kennedy wouldn't be into drinking so heavily. She did seem to pick up the bottle every time he complimented her though. That was good. "Tonight we're living like there's no tomorrow," he explained. Usually such a statement would be punctuated with a swig of vodka or whiskey or whatever it was that he was drinking at the time, but Kennedy had his vodka bottle, and he thought it was best that she held onto it. It'd encourage her to drink more. And that'd get her into his bed. It was only a matter of time.

[KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT]

to resist it is useless

it is useless to resist it

The severity of the situation might not have settled with Kennedy quite yet. She was supposed to be the golden child and here she was going against everything she knew. She wondered if this was how her sister felt when she started doing reckless things. But then again, Dee had been... What? Fourteen, maybe, when she became the pistol she was today. Kennedy knew that whatever she did tonight, no matter what it was, would effect her for the rest of her life. The results would cause repercussions in her future that would tell her whether she made the right choices or not.

So why on earth did she agree to hang out with Caleb? Because she trusted herself, maybe. Kennedy trusted herself more than anybody and promised herself that she wouldn't let anything happen between her and Caleb. Not because she thought he would do anything too out of line but because she felt that letting something come to being from this night, especially at that dynamic, would be catastrophic. Like no matter what she did, she would always be haunted by that night where she failed to keep herself under control.

When she asked where they were going to go, he didn't give a definite answer. Strange. Caleb seemed the type of guy to have an idea of what he was going to do and how they were going to do it always through his head. He wanted to know what was something that she'd always wanted to do before but didn't because of the consequences. Most everything she had done tonight was the act of rebellion. She didn't really have a lot on her list that would really be something she honestly wanted to do. So, she gave a shrug. "Surprise me," Kennedy replied easily, though she was nervous about how he would respond.

She was dancing with the devil tonight, so to speak. Bizarrely enough, she was feeling a bit thrilled about it. Kenny wouldn't be able to tell you what made her happy about staying out like she wa tonight, but one thing was for sure. This night would be unforgettable, no matter what transpired between the two teenagers.

outfit | poor, naive kennedy.

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So the ball was in his court once again, and it meant that he could pretty much take the girl where ever he wanted. That was interesting. Did she actually trust him not to take her somewhere sleazy or private to have his way with her? Or did she just not care? It didn't matter much either way, because there weren't very many places that were still opened or active. Caleb liked places where he could be surrounded by people, and at the same time people wouldn't come to bother him. Just like the party scene. That's what he lived for. He needed strangers surrounding him in his life. He needed recklessness, and rebellion. They were the things that he thrived on, and he loved it. They were probably out past curfew right now, and they were drinking. That was a start. As long as they didn't get arrested, this night would probably be considered a win in Caleb's book. He did need to sleep with Kennedy though. Just for the sake of bragging rights.

The fact that Hunter consented to letting Caleb fuck Kennedy was a little strange, seeing as most people Caleb knew used the motto "friends don't let friends fuck friends" but that's why Hunter was such a good friend. He didn't care what Caleb did, as long as it wasn't too over the top. He was a good person to keep Caleb level, and Caleb loved him for that. Even if he could be a buzzkill at times. Now he had to figure out how he'd get the girl in bed though. This was the hard part, because he didn't know how to get the proper, bookish kinds of girls into bed when they weren't drunk and slumming it for kids like Caleb. When they weren't looking, they were hard to lay. Especially when they were like Kennedy. A lot of people in her social scene probably would have bent over backwards for him the moment he set eyes on them. She was different though. It seemed like she thought that she was too good to sleep with him. She was probably right, too. But that wouldn't stop him from trying.

"Well, beautiful," he said as he tried to think. If he could keep complimenting her, and keep getting her to drink, he'd be well on his way to getting her right where he wanted her. "Ever been to a party that didn't end in a study session?" he asked, already starting to walk in a direction. The party that he had in mind was probably starting to fizzle out, but that meant that all the leftover booze was up for grabs, and it meant that they'd get some alone time while he was still showing her his kind of world. The world that she'd probably believed herself too proper to see. If he could, he'd try to change her entirely. He'd make her a drinker, and he'd make her give up on the whole golden child way of life. He'd make her nihilistic the way that he was, and she'd be fun that way. Unfortunately, he didn't know how he'd make that happen, but he'd sure as hell try.

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[KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT]

to resist it is useless

it is useless to resist it

Maybe it was because she was going crazy. Maybe it was because of the alcohol taking a settling in her system. Whatever the matter, it didn't seem to really matter what she was doing so long as she was doing something with Caleb. Something dangerous, something unique, something memorable. Because that was what high school was supposed to be about. Having insane stories to tell your children, reasons backed up with experience about not doing dangerous activities, and leaving knowing you had the time of your life. The time of your life you'd forget most of the details in maybe five years, but you would have memories that would stick with you for a lifetime.

Kennedy wasn't out of control, wasn't confident, wasn't somebody could could take the reins in situations she didn't understands. Did she trust Caleb to lead her to where ever he do desired? Not entirely, but she did have some sort of faith in him. He seemed like a good kid, maybe a bit lost in his ways, but she didn't feel him capable of taking advantage of a girl unless he had something of permission. Which was why she felt like she could at least drive from the passenger seat, so to speak, what happened tonight.

He started by calling her beautiful again, which must have affected her more because of the alcohol because she instantly flushed and shifted again. She took another drink from the bottle, the warm liquid working again on her bloodstream. Kenny was buzzed, not so much she wasn't coherent, but enough that her thought process was not as rapid fire as it normally was and she felt a bit more confident about the situation. He asked if she'd ever been to a party that didn't end with a study session and she gave a laugh as she followed him.

"I've actually never been to a party that ended in a study session," she explained, shaking her head as if this were an absurd idea. "But I haven't really been to a lot of your type of parties. Mainly galas," she continued, her voice rambling as she thought of the types of parties she'd been to. Birthdays, galas, not really any sort of high school. However, that would change in the future. As of right now, she was new to the party scene. "Have a place in mind, or are we just going to crash one?" she queried, her voice lazy as if she didn't care either way. Alcohol was a curious drug but she didn't really mind. This was how she was supposed to act as a teenager, right?

outfit | poor, naive kennedy.

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So Kennedy hadn't been to parties that ended in study sessions. That actually surprised him. Not that Caleb knew what kind of parties would end in that sort of thing. He'd never been to them. He just kind of assumed that they existed, because nerdy kids had to let loose too in their own sad, pathetic way. That was kind of how he viewed Kennedy's life - sad and pathetic. She was a girl who didn't party much, didn't get into trouble, and just seemed to want to please her parents. That was no way to live. Caleb had given up on pleasing his own parents a very long time ago, and it was the best decision that he could ever have made. Because that's when he turned to his social scene, that's when he started having adventures, and that's when people started paying attention to him the way that he felt he'd deserved all of his life. That was the dream. So why wasn't Kennedy embracing it? Clearly, she wasn't enlightened yet. He'd have to show her a whole new world.

"Galas, huh? That's... pretty sad. You at least get drunk at these galas?" Caleb only knew one other girl who'd attended galas, and she was kind of Kennedy's polar opposite. It was a little weird that the two of them had the same last name in that manner, but Caleb was always quick to dismiss anything he didn't know about as a coincidence. "Like, do you have fucking millionaires gettin' tipsy and mackin' on other stuffed shirts?" he asked. He really wished that all parties were like high school or college parties, but that didn't seem to be the case. People slowed down after college. They stopped getting wasted and started just drinking for the taste, or for a small buzz. Everyone eventually got tame. And that was disappointing. People seemed to just suddenly grow up and be more mature. But Caleb doubted that he'd ever be able to do that. He was bound to just be that teenage rebel forever.

Kennedy's next question led him to look at her with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. "I don't crash parties. I'm invited to everything in this town," he explained. That was more or less true. You couldn't have a party without Caleb Cross. It just didn't work that way. He'd always find out, and if you didn't invite him, you'd become some sort of pariah. He didn't know how it happened, but it did, and he was proud of that fact. "You, however, will be crashing. Just act like you belong there, alright?" he asked in as serious a tone as he could. "And if anyone asks, you're my date, got it?" That would save her a little hassle, even though he was sure that no one would believe that Caleb was taking a date to anything. Time would tell if they'd have to use that one. He hoped to god that they could just go and drink without interruption though. They reached the door to the middle class household hosting the party, and he opened it for the girl. "After you, m'lady," he stated with a hand motioning inside.

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[KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT]

to resist it is useless

it is useless to resist it

Kennedy imagined a party that ended in a study session would be in the same class a gala. A petite, happy gathering where they sipped at champagne and music filtered through the background as they conversed over politics or the answers to the last biology quiz. They would probably dine over tapenade with crackers made of the finest wheat and after they were all slightly filled with food that was far to rich for any system, they would pull out their large textbooks and set to working on the homework for the next week or work together to create flashcards to play Trivia Pursuit, or anything game of the sorts.

The drunken mind could run with ideas that Kennedy wasn't quite sure that she wanted to continue to think about. It managed to distract her for a moment, allowing her a brief moment of not worrying about the real world. Not that she had really been worried about what might happen between the two of them. Well, maybe she would have been a bit curious as to what they were going to do, but she really couldn't hold onto the subject long enough to consider her true options. She took another drink from the bottle, the sensation becoming familiar to her bones as the liquid once more took to her body.

Apparently, galas weren't a big deal in the world of Caleb Cross. It didn't really matter to her, only the rich people who wanted to flaunt it went to them anyways. The only reason the Beaufort family went was because they were big in the inheritance on her father's side. Janene did her best to make sure that they remained in those standings of finesse and proper dining. It wasn't that Kennedy disliked her mother for the actions but she had always sided with her father when it came to matters of appearance. Look relaxed, though still a bit refined, and let the status move around you instead of pushing against the current. Something that Cassadee might have learned, should she had taken to her father more than Janene.

"I wouldn't say full blown drunk, but we have had a few moments of humor," she explained, thinking back on the few good memories she had at the little get togethers. "One time [insert name of influential person in Maple Hollow here] got a bit drunk and decided it would be a good idea try and slide down one of the tables to impress his wife," Kennedy began, the image playing back in her mind as she gave a snicker and shook her head. "The tables were, unfortunately, folding and as soon as he jumped from the gazebo to it, it collapsed and spilled wine all over everybody," she finished, another laugh escaping her lips. Why the incident was so hilarious all of a sudden was beyond her, but she almost couldn't stop herself from laughing about it. However, the Thunder managed to reign in her humor for the time being.

Caleb was apparently invited to every party. This could have been assumed, seeing as she had never once heard of a big party that didn't have something about the legendary Fire. How did she end up going to a party with him anyways? She wasn't even that popular. He was correct in saying that she was crashing. Nobody invited the younger Beaufort. She was took stuck in her books, busy, or some other reason for not inviting her to gatherings. Something deep inside Kennedy said she would get out a more if people took the time to realize she wanted to actually do something. Another part of her, the more dominant part, told her the phone worked both ways and she could get out there if she really wanted too. She just didn't want too.

She nodded when he said that she needed to act like she belonged there and, should anybody ask, she was his date. That made her fluster a bit, the alcohol probably doing more than she had expected it. "I'm one of the lucky ones-then. Get to actually go-on a date with the legendary Caleb Cross," Kennedy responded. Alright, the Thunder was just beyond tipsy right about now. Her enunciation was starting to fail her, which made her resolve that she would try to speak a bit clearer throughout the night. In the meanwhile, she would have to avoid drinking any more. Allow her system to clear out a bit before she allowed herself to indulge anymore.

They reached the house quicker than she had expected. Kennedy was still rather sure footed for her mental status, but she was glad that she wouldn't have to continue walking much longer. Caleb moved in front of her, holding open the door to the quaint household where the party was being held. He said something courteous, though she didn't catch it all as she had gotten distracted by looking over the door-frame at where they were at. However, she moved through the door and inside, glancing around the room and trying to keep her face neutral, though she was rather impressed with how the party itself looked. Amateur.

"I have to-admit that Hollywood at leas-know-what partie-really look like," she called back towards Caleb, giving a smirk. The party, though dying down apparently, was still much a picture of what TV showed it as. Which made her wonder what other things the television had gotten right about teenage life she didn't believe. The letter 's' was having a bit of trouble on her tongue, but otherwise she felt she was doing rather well for trying to appear not intoxicated. Not that it would really matter while they were at a party, but she felt that Caleb shouldn't know about that.

outfit | drunk kennedy apparently has A.D.D.

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The fact that Kennedy found her own story hilarious meant that either his plan to intoxicate her was going along swimmingly, or that she was just an extremely self-indulgent person who spent far too much time indoors. Caleb honestly wasn't sure which it was at first, because he wasn't sure that galas constituted social interactions. It was people in suits and dresses schmoozing other likeminded individuals in hopes to climb the ladder of success, sure, but that was something for grown ups. The kind of thing that Caleb would never be invited to, because he was never going to be the kind of person that wore a suit. At least, not outside of proms. He liked proms because of the after parties. Everyone was always letting loose and always getting down and dirty afterward. It was Dionysian in the best possible way, and that was something that he craved with every fiber of his being. He loved it when people just indulged in their lives, and he hated it when they wasted their time being old and boring sipping champagne and wine when they could be shotgunning cheap beer and whiskey like Caleb did every Friday night. He hoped to god that Kennedy knew what real parties were like, because if she didn't, he'd have felt sorry for the whole way that she'd lived her life up to this point.

Caleb decided that it'd be best to laugh along with Kennedy at her recalling of her story, but only momentarily. As she continued, he did not. He found it best to humor drunk girls whenever they told stories, because while they weren't funny at all for him in most cases, laughing got him into girls pants quicker. It was weird seeing her in this kind of mental state, because she always seemed to have some kind of composure about her, and it didn't seem to be here any more. That was good. It was leading him to a promising end for the evening. Kennedy called herself one of the lucky ones for being on a date with him, and he couldn't help but think of how wrong she was with that one. He wasn't good to date, because the only person he cared about was himself. He was good for casual hookups, but anything beyond that was a waste of time and effort for everyone. Still, he wasn't going to say that, because that would end up working against him. Instead, he leaned toward her and brought a hand gently to the side of her face. "If you play your cards right, you'll be even luckier," he said with a smirk, stepping away and leading her through the party. He couldn't wait to see how Kennedy would react to his flirtations while drunk. She'd be fun to play with. Like a new toy.

It looked like Kennedy was slurring already, which was interesting considering how little she'd actually consumed from his bottle. That was even more promising. Especially since they were at a shrine to drinking now. He led her to the kitchen, hoping to track down some leftover alcohol. Caleb was the kind of guy who would drink whatever someone put down, and the fact that he hadn't been drugged because of this yet was astounding. He was always drinking from other people's cups and half-finished bottles, and it never once occurred to him that this was a bad idea. It did, however, occur to him that Kennedy wouldn't be keen on the idea of taking other people's drinks, thanks to her snooty upbringing. Or basic knowledge of personal hygiene. So when he found an unopened beer bottle, he was quick to take out his bottle opener keychain and take the cap off. He handed the bottle to Kennedy and hunted down a half finished bottle of vodka for himself. "Drink up. Gotta look like we belong here, after all," he said with a grin. Hopefully she'd try to keep pace with him tonight. Keep things interesting.

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[KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT]

to resist it is useless

it is useless to resist it

Go home, Kennedy. You're drunk.

She probably should have just said no to Caleb, picked up her stuff, and left. She shouldn't still be here, shouldn't be laughing, shouldn't be socializing with him. Whatever had possessed her to get out here and do something as stupid as this was just beyond her. She should have been at home, reading her books, not venturing out in the middle of the night to hang out with some boys and tag a building. Then, if that wasn't enough, she had agreed to go to a party with the Caleb Cross. Was she looking to have something bad happen to her? Probably not, but that was definitely the path she was headed down.

Unfortunately the alcohol, though she had only drank a little, was strong. Hence, this thought process would never cross her mind until much later. Probably the next day when she was curled up in the bathroom or hidden under all her blankets, hiding from the sun.

He had laughed with her at her recount of the story, but he didn't laugh long. She understood, she didn't know why she was laughing in the first place. It had actually be a pretty serious matter. She was known for both her reckless demeanor but also her self-control, which seemed to have abandoned her as soon as she started drinking. No, it was probably time for her reckless and mercurial side to take over. How they would end up by the time the night was through would be interesting at the rate Kennedy was going now. At least she had her cellphone. She could get herself a ride home if she really needed it.

Caleb's response to the fact that she was getting to be his date was a simple one, but it still caught her off guard. She probably would have expected it, should she had not been tipping off the edge of drunk. Instead, she flustered a bright red and looked down at the floor as he took his hand from her face and led her through the party. For calming down, there were still a lot of people in the area and it made her a bit surprised at all the things that were going on around her. But she wasn't going to drink more. She had promised herself that. She needed that last bit of coherency that she had left to make sure nothing got out of hand tonight.

They stopped in the kitchen and Kennedy satisfied herself with scooting herself up on one of the counters were there was sufficient enough room as Caleb started wandering around and looking for something. She closed her eyes, taking in the sounds around her for a moment, before opening them again as she heard Caleb return. He passed her a recently opened bottle of beer and passed it to her. Part of her screamed that she shouldn't drink anymore, that it wouldn't end well if she got anymore drunk than she already was. Not that she was extremely drunk now, but getting to that point would probably happen very soon if she continued to drink as she had been.

But the other part, the reckless part, gave Caleb a daring grin and almost a challenging glance as she took a long drink from the beer. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Are you trying to get yourself screwed? The alcohol was a different taste than what she had been consuming, which made her feel not so bad about it. Deep inside she was beating herself up, but the confident, drunk Kennedy was at the surface right now. "So, Caleb," she started, rolling around a conversation starter in her head before she finally settled on one. "What's-your game plan for tonight?" Kenny asked, arching a brow at him as she took another drink. Goodness, it was like potato chips! It was a drunken question, something that probably wouldn't be answered. But she had to ask exactly what he was planning to do tonight, even if he wouldn't acknowledge the question.

outfit | sorry if my drunk people are ooc drunk.

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This night was turning out exactly how Caleb wanted it to thus far. Everything was going according to the basic plan that he'd worked out for himself. He just needed her to keep drinking, and then he'd get her in bed. Caleb was glad that Hunter had given his blessing for the way that this night was going, and he was even more glad that Hunter had left the two alone together. Even now, surrounded by people, they were so very alone. Just the two of them, working undisturbed by everyone else. And that was as perfect as things could be. Because now it was all just a matter of getting this girl to fall for his charm, and she'd be his for the night. To think, this was all just because Kennedy had told him that he couldn't get her into bed. It was a challenge that had probably left her mind completely, but it was one that he was intent on winning. After all, it was easy enough to win in his eyes, and he hated losing anything. His pride got in the way of that.

As Kennedy's face turned red, Caleb smiled. "Anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are?" he asked, watching her look at the floor for a moment before leading her through the house. This was all part of his formula for getting every party girl into bed. The only problem was that Kennedy was not a party girl. She was a gala attendant. She was an upper class girl who, while she couldn't hold her liquor, probably had some way to stay immune to his charms. He hoped not. Because that would really kill his buzz right now. If he lost this, he was going to be destroyed. At least, until the next party he attended, and then he'd be right back up on the horse - hitting on all the other pretty girls. That was just how he worked. He didn't let rejection hurt him for long, but it certainly did get to his head for a while.

What was his game plan for the night? He couldn't very well be honest with her. But it wasn't like he'd ever planned on telling her the truth anyway. That wasn't how he worked. He was far too concerned with manipulating people to ever tell them anything real or true. And that was just the way that he liked it. Because then people began to expect it, and they stopped digging into his life. Maybe he was a little paranoid there, thinking that everyone wanted a piece of him. But it really did seem that way with everyone trying to befriend him or date him these days. It was terrible, and he hated it, but he definitely planned on using it to his advantage. Just like he was taking advantage of Kennedy in her drunk state. He positioned himself so he could face the thunder student, and leaned toward her again. "I don't know yet. I can think of a few things though," he replied. That line was old and tired in his book, but it worked more often than not, and when it came to someone like Kennedy, who probably had never been hit on this way, he was confident in his abilities. Caleb kissed the girl softly on the lips and pulled away slowly. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself. You're just so pretty tonight." He had this down to a science, and he couldn't wait to see how it played out. This one would go down in the record books if he succeeded. He couldn't wait to brag about this forever: the time Caleb won a bet and slept with Kennedy.

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[KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT]

to resist it is useless

it is useless to resist it

Kennedy was... Well, she wasn't really worried about much of anything right now. Which she guessed was good, seeing as she didn't really need worry on her mind. That was what kept her from being reckless, mercurial, her more rash side of her self. Worry and self-control meant that she didn't do anything stupid, stayed inside, and didn't let things like Caleb Cross happen to her. She deserved a nice guy who wasn't drunk all the time, her parents would insist Elemental with at least a little bit of change in his pocket, and that would let her be whoever she wanted and didn't judge her for it. But, alas, worrying wasn't her problem right now. It was Caleb and alcohol.

Because, while the drinks were making her feel a bit more confident, she couldn't get past the fact he was even paying attention to her. It was true that the bet had all but left her mind, leaving her confused as to why somebody like Caleb would even pay mind to somebody like her. Why somebody like Caleb even--

Her thought process was churned again as he called her beautiful, sending it into a downward spiral. Flustered did not even begin to describe the emotions that she was feeling. Kennedy didn't perceive herself as beautiful, no, but being told that she was didn't stop her from taking to the compliment. Shaking her head and trying to make the flush leave her cheeks so that he couldn't see how nervous she was as she followed him. Nervous about what, she didn't know.

She was correct, however, in assuming that the Fire wouldn't answer her question. While drunk, she was still able to predict things it appeared. However, he still managed to surprise her as he leaned towards her, saying he knew a few things he had in mind, but not exactly what he was going to do. Sober Kennedy probably would have predicted his plans for that night, sober Kennedy would have gotten the Hell out of there as soon as Caleb started making advances on her. She was practically a sitting duck, easy pickings, for somebody like the Fire that she was across from her.

Suddenly, Caleb's face came closer to hers and she felt a pressure on her lips. Now, Kennedy had only been kissed once before. As Caleb pulled away, this one was a thousand times better than her first kiss. He apologized, telling her she looked pretty and he couldn't help himself. "You must-be pretty drunk to think I'm pretty," she commented back, but she wasn't as confident as she would have liked to be. Couldn't flirt for the life of her, couldn't really do anything but flush again and shift awkwardly on the counter.

The Thunder took another drink, closing her eyes, crossing her ankles, and taking a deep breath. Opening her eyes, she let her body move without controlling it. One hand went to Caleb's chest, hovering over his pectoral muscle before moving to his shoulder. The other hand found the side of his neck, rotating a bit and slipping her fingers into his hair. Without allowing herself much time to think, she pulled him closer and pressed her lips back to his. Kennedy hadn't but kissed him and Adam, but she hoped that Caleb wouldn't notice and make fun of her for it.

outfit | sorry if my drunk people are ooc drunk.

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[caleb]

Worrying was never a problem for Caleb. He probably didn't have it in him. Worrying and caring about things in the long run was ridiculous for him. Stress was something that he'd only heard things about. He was a kid without a future, and didn't care. There was no need to care about school, or his social life, or a job. His parents took care of him for now, and he'd probably just turn to a life of crime if they ever stopped. Or he'd live under a bridge. Either way, it'd end up fine. He wasn't concerned with any of it. The only thing that Caleb ever concerned himself with was getting more beer or more drugs and going on from there. He was concerned with going to the next party, running from police, and making love with everyone in sight. Not that he'd ever call what he did love. There was no such thing in his world. The only thing he had was destruction. And he destroyed very well.

Seeing the way that Kennedy got flustered over every little thing that he did made Caleb feel empowered. Like he needed the confidence boost. He already considered himself the greatest person on earth, and having this kind of power over a girl was fantastic for him. It meant that he was going to use her as much as he possibly could. As if he wouldn't have before. This was just added incentive. She was playing right into his hand, and it was wonderful. She was a fun specimen to play with. That was for sure. He felt like some kind of scientist discovering something new: how to get gala girls into bed. He was sure that some stuffed shirt polo jocks probably beat him to that discovery, but they certainly didn't do it the Caleb Cross way, and for that he felt brilliant. Supposing that she continued to react the way that he thought she would. The way that he'd love her to continue to act.

"You must be pretty drunk to think you're not," Caleb responded to the girl without thinking. Hopefully she wouldn't admit that she was drink. Hopefully she wouldn't say that she needed to stop and slow down. Because that would put a damper on his whole night. He wouldn't be able to take that. But it seemed promising when Kennedy acted on her own, playing right along with the bait that he'd set up. Her hands were on him, and her lips were on his seconds later. All was according to plan. In truth, Caleb didn't even notice that this girl was only kissing a guy for her second time. He'd had worse sloppy drunk makeouts at parties. He wrapped his arms around her waist and smiled into the kiss. This was what victory tasted like. Now he just had to get her out of her clothes and into bed.

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[KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT]

to resist it is useless

it is useless to resist it

Kennedy had pretty much sealed her fate for the night. She really didn't believe that she had any more say in what would unfold than a nature documentary. Maybe in the future they would be able to rewind time and show scenes that happened in a certain location. Then, somebody with a bland and uninterested voice would narrate. "And then the drunk teenage girl falls prey to the drunken teenage boy. As you can see, alcohol had to be replaced long ago in order to prevent such absurd forms of pre-mating rituals taking place in public. Now students, why don't we go on to watch a film about the effects of drugs."

Okay, so Kennedy really should have been focusing on the situation at hand. Whatever had possessed her to think that kissing Caleb was a good idea really needed to up and leave. Was being drunk the reason she didn't think she was pretty? No. In fact, she probably wasn't drunk enough to find herself attractive. The young Beaufort didn't really care about looks, just sort of threw things together. The only reason she was somewhat stylish, maybe, was because they were rich enough that when they went to buy new clothes, she could get the stuff that was in style. Not like there was a whole lot of stuff out of the mainstream these days.

His hands moved to her hips and she could feel him smile. Alcohol was an interesting drug. It made her feel confident, stronger, more daring. While it slowed down her thought process, made her not process things as quickly as she should, there was something that made her panic and freeze up as he touched her hips. That something, whatever it might be, cleared her head at least for a second to have her realize that she was about to screw up really bad, really soon. Her hands went to his chest then, gently but firmly, pushing him back. "I-I can't do this." The words toppled from her mouth before she could process them, but she was glad they did before this moment passed and she let something happen.

"I-I'm sorry but, no. I... I need to go home," Kennedy stuttered, her heart pounding in her chest. Maybe it was the drinks or her sudden nerves, but it felt like the walls were churning around her and she felt like she was going to be sick. There was really nothing more she wanted to do but to go home. Without allowing herself much time to think about it, she scooted herself off the counter and left the house, headed home.

outfit | sorry if this was sudden.

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