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Post by wasp027 on Jan 25, 2013 20:03:05 GMT -5
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I don't know the question, but sex is definitely the answer
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Jake's house was filled with people, unsupervised college students with an outrageous amount of alcohol to be exact. Just about everybody from school had come. Nicholas Montebello had been set on this party since word got out but it took a bit of convincing to get his buddies to come along. Not because they was a goody two shoes that didn't drink, but because they had all planned on studying that night. When the fuck did his friends start to care about school anyway? After a generous amount of insulting on Nick’s end, he was able to convince most of them to drop the studious act and drag their asses to Jake’s house.
College was supposed to be about partying hard but Nick never imagined how much. His freshmen year was a rude awakening to all the fun college could be. He went from hardworking mechanic who did almost nothing but work, to the mechanic –and student if he didn’t get kick out of class- who made sure no weekends we spent doing anything other than getting trashed and leaving with someone new on his arm. Oh and the occasional Wednesday or Thursday night too. Getting accepted into Academy was probably one of the best things that ever happened to him. Now all he had to do is keep up his grades.
Jake had come up with the brilliant idea of Drunk Olympics, a four event spectacular meant to get everyone thoroughly trashed in the most entertaining way possible. The Drunk Olympics covered all the popular drinking games bases; Flip Cup, FUBAR, Quarters, and finishing off strong with the beloved Beer Pong. In the center of it all was Nick, pumped up from free booze and personally dominating the beer pong table. The opposing team had only one cup left compared to Nick’s five. Feeling on top of the world as a bulk of the party crowded around the table, Nick took a long pull of his beer, cocked his hand back and chucked the ping pong ball across the table. As the ball landed in the last remaining cup, the crowd cheered.
Nick reached out towards his partner and gave him a hard slap on the back, letting out a stream of profanity, both in English and Italian, in a moment of victory. The large boy extended his hand across the table to point at the losers. ”Well it sucks to be you doesn’t it? Why don’t you boys go grab a couple of water bottles and leave the drinking to the big kids,” he yelled pointing over towards the kitchen. Breaking away from the crowd, Nick is vaguely aware of the people congratulating him with pats on the back. Right now he just wants another drink to celebrate his victory over everyone.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Jan 26, 2013 0:25:05 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #8a3030; padding:10px; border: 15px solid #111111; border-radius: 60px 60px 60px 60px;] [/style][style=font-family: impact; color: black; font-size:40px; text-align:center; line-height:120%; letter-spacing:2px; word-spacing: 4px; align: center;]LIVE FAST, DIE YOUNG - - - - - bad girls do it well
Altair applied the last of her lipstick using the mirror in her visor. She hated this car, she really did, but it was more useful to her than Ducati. Somehow she'd grown more responsible over the years. While Altair didn't party like she used to, she definitely still partied. Just in a different way, without hard drugs. And less often, as it were, considering that she had a school and a job, her job a lot different than ones she'd had before. She had cleaned up her life incredibly, but that didn't mean she'd changed entirely, proven by the skin-tight clothes she wore and her high heels. Designer, from her job. It paid to be a model. She flipped the visor back up and stepped out of the car and to the house.
She'd heard about the party from Nick himself, and said that she'd most likely end up coming. Usually she would invite her sister along, but Ro had been busy. She enjoyed tricking drunk assholes with her friend, but she came alone and fashionably late. Her first act had been to get her hand on a beer, popping the cap off by wrenching it on a counter and the next had been to find some peoples she knew. What she found was a game of ... everything. She was drawn to the peer pong table, since that was one of her favorites, meaning she was skilled at it. She didn't like the games she lost the most at, so she decided she might as well try it out.
However, it seemed a game had already begun and she watched with interest. Nick versus a vaguely familiar guy she didn't give a fuck about. The interesting thing was watching Nick and his body, a grin on her face. He won with six cups, and she gave a wolf whistle when everyone cheered. Altair watched as everyone gave their congratulations and she bumped her hip into him, before saying, "Congrats, Nick, you've proven yourself to be the most coordinated drunk person here. Going to Disney World?" Though the words were inherently malicious, this was Altair's way of being...Altair. One couldn't necessarily call it 'friendly'. "But...you haven't challenged me to a game of one on one flip cup yet. I'll keep drinking to make it fair game." She arched an eyebrow, wondering if he was up to the challenge as she took a sip from her beer.
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Post by wasp027 on Mar 4, 2013 17:15:29 GMT -5
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I don't know the question, but sex is definitely the answer
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Nick Montebello did not consider himself the type of guy who was easily impressed by fancy pleasures. His closet was divided by what he wore to the shop and whatever else didn’t have grease and oil all over it. The only thing of value in his life was his bike. His motorcycle was a sleek and elegant beast of a machine that he kept in top form. Even his apartment was decorated in whatever he could find in decent shape from goodwill. Back home his room in the shoebox of an apartment was kept in a similar fashion. Nick would love to have nice things if he had the money or even the faintest idea of what was considered ‘elegant’ or whatever the rich folks called it these days. He had a decent enough suit his mother picked out for him once tucked away somewhere.
Altair was completely different in all regards, at least on the outside. The blonde bombshell was a fucking model dressed to the nines every time Nick had run into her. Definitely the kind of girl who’d grab all the guy’s attention back in Nick’s neighborhood. Everything about her screamed sophistication. Shit, she even had one of those true blue accents from England. In short, Nick knew that she was a high-maintenance girl when it came to her appearance. Nick often thought it would have been funny to have her come by his family’s place just to see the looks on their faces. His mother would die if he didn’t bring a ‘nice Italian girl’ to pop out a bunch of kids and fret around an apartment cleaning up after everyone. His parents were stuck in a time long gone.
But even a low maintenance guy was allowed to reach up once in awhile and indulge in something he would normally be denied. For Nick, that happened to be Altair. Thank God underneath luxurious exterior was a tough, independent, and strong-headed personality. Nick thought she’d be another one of those mindless robot bimbos until she opened her mouth. The blonde was more than capable of spinning circles around the simple minded Nick if she felt like it. Like usual she was done up head to toe like those girls in the magazines his sister poured all of their money into. God save the Queen if it meant everyone over in England looked this good. Fuck, he’d pull out a redcoat and wave their flag about in his current state.
”There she is” he said wrapping her in a side hug after getting hip checked by the tiny girl. Almost anyone was tiny compared to the mass of muscle Nick worked hard for. ”My padre always said I’d find something I was good at eventually. And hell no I’m not going to that fruity ass Disney World. I hear those princesses don’t put out over there so nothing really there to peak my interest ya know?” Nick mindlessly swirled the last remains of his beer in the red cup as Altair threw down the gauntlet. He cast her a confident grin as he cocked his head back a bit to look her over. ”You think you can take my crown right after I earned it? You said it yourself Altair, I’m King of the Drunks.” He made a sweeping motion with his massive arm at the partygoers. A challenge was a challenge and that just meant another chance for Nick to show everyone how great he was. ”Well, you don’t even have to keep drinking ‘cause I can take you even like this,” he said playfully.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Mar 10, 2013 17:48:36 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: transparent, width: 400px; height: 300px;] bad girls do it well live fast, die young, bad girls do it well. my chain hits my chest when i'm banging on the dashboard. my chain hits my chest when i'm banging on the radio. get back, get down. pull me closer if you think you can hang. hands up, hands tied. don't go screaming if i blow you with a bang.
 While a naturally critical person, Altair did enjoy the company of certain people. Nick was included in that small group of people she could tolerate, and not only because he was fit as fuck. It definitely helped, however. No, he had the kind of energy she fed off of. Two people so similar may easily clash, and while she did lose her temper, it was only to be expected. A Fire elemental of all people understood that simple fact. They were time bombs, set off with just a few things. This didn't mean the Brit was incapable of getting along with people for long, especially not Nick. In all, he was easy. She didn't have to deal with whining from him, he never tried to open up to her or make her open up. Just what she needed.
And okay, so maybe the fact his smile made her weak in the knees was a big part of it. So sue her. She grinned, resting a hand on the arm he had wrapped around her waist. "Did I leave you waiting?" she asked, looking up at him from under her fan of lashes. She snorted at his frustration over Disney World princesses. "Looks like someone didn't have a childhood. Though why you would want to shag a redhead who got her hairstyle from the eighties, I have no idea." She couldn't measure just how drunk he was from conversation alone really, though she estimated that there wasn't a lot left in the cup he was looking down at. It looked like she needed to catch up to him. Not that she could drink as much as Nicholas Montebello, jock extraordinaire, but she sure as hell tried. That was her thought as she finished off her own beer.
If anyone knew Altair, they understood her desire to be on top, always. Needless to say, it could cause problems, especially between two overconfident people like themselves. But, Altair thought, where's the fun in sitting around doing nothing? She hadn't a clue. The woman couldn't just sit back and smoke a dime, wasn't the type to hang around and do absolutely nothing at all with a group of people. Even if her desire for doing whatever she could to test her strength, coordination, and intelligence may her in trouble, she still enjoyed doing it. It had definitely gotten better over the years, for the girl wrapped in Nick now was not the one who had come to the Academy three years ago with too many problems to count. She had a different kind of confidence now.
The woman pursed her lips when he next spoke, expression contemplative. "King? I don't recall naming you king, that's a pretty lofty title." she turned in his arm, taking the cup from him and sliding it into her empty one before finishing that off too. She smiled at him. "Oooh, cheeky. Letting success get to your head?" Another thing she enjoyed about Nick, the fact that he easily rose to any challenge. Altair appreciated that like no other, even if it was a challenge of beer pong. She looked over at the table and then back at him, an idea having formed in her head. "Fancy a wager?" she asked him, wondering if he would take her up on this as well. Of course he would, because if not well, he wouldn't be the man she thought he was.
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Post by wasp027 on Mar 11, 2013 1:11:33 GMT -5
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I don't know the question, but sex is definitely the answer
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”You know I’d always wait for you amore. Lo volentieri vi aspetta." Shit, that wasn’t even English, stage one of Nick’s many signs of drunk. That was all right though because he still had a lot more stages to overcome before things went downhill. He sent a tiny pray to Jesus every time he used the language to pick up girls. He should have been thanking his mother for forcing him to learn it, but that would have been a weird thought to have before going in for the kill. Some bitches just couldn’t handle it. Nick ignored the teasing dig at his childhood. ”There’s a redhead?” Fuck it if he knew that. There was a lezzy looking one –girl was surrounded by a bunch of midget men and never even considered it…gaaaaaay- who talked to birds or some shit, one with a …pumpkin… and about twenty other ones he never learned about growing up. He left the princesses for his sisters and worried about his toy hot rod cars. Nick’s dad made it perfectly clear that boys don’t watch gay ass cartoons about fairy tales.
He was letting more than just success get to his head. Beer usually made the giant mountain of a man even more self-assured in his abilities. ”King, President, God, it’s all relative.” Nick lifted his gaze from the cups now in Altair’s hand and allowed his eyes to meander up to her face. Nick's eyebrows were drawn together creating a crease in his otherwise fair complexion, and a frown stretched across his lips evidencing that the boy was deep in thought. Deep in thought was a bit generous for Nick, but he was considering Altair’s challenge very carefully. Although he already accepted it in his mind Nick was rattling off possible ideas for wagers. What could he wager for? Money, sure, no one even turned that down, but they were both relatively broke college students. Sex, no, if he was going to get it in tonight it wouldn’t be because he won some stupid game. Plus he had his sights set on the blonde and he was use to getting what he wanted. And if he didn’t, none of his lightweight peasants would either.
Without breaking eye contact with the girl, King Nick set out his commands. ”Rack ‘em up.” He knew someone would listen to him, either out of admiration or fear for the boy. Nick took one of his hands and placed it over his heart before laying down his bet. ”Since I’m such a gentleman, if I lose, I’ll stepped down from my throne in front of everyone and be your servant for the rest of the night.” ”As if Altair is going to beat me,’ Nick convinced himself. Or maybe it was the alcohol that was giving him the unusual sense of bravado. ”How about it Princess?” If history taught Nick anything, it was that Al was not a fan of the title Princess, but it was too fitting for him to pass up. Plus he loved provoking her whenever he got the chance.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Mar 16, 2013 14:52:20 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: transparent, width: 400px; height: 300px;] bad girls do it well live fast, die young, bad girls do it well. my chain hits my chest when i'm banging on the dashboard. my chain hits my chest when i'm banging on the radio. get back, get down. pull me closer if you think you can hang. hands up, hands tied. don't go screaming if i blow you with a bang.
Altair's breath hitched in quiet laughter as Nick's words wandered off into Italian. Or what she assumed to be Italian, naturally, though she did not speak the language. "You said I'm beautiful? Aww, how sweet." A grin lit her features, and even though she wasn't one of those girls to get starry-eyed at the sound of a foreign tongue, she had to appreciate the effect it had. And she supposed it should have been reassuring that Nick hadn't a clue about Ariel, though she wasn't of the mind that boys couldn't watch Disney Princess movies. "Oh yes, she's especially prudish," Altair informed him. And fictional. The woman could be thankful for one thing, at least, and that was the fact that Disney did not overtly preach that all good girls were virginal. Unfortunately for Nick, it didn't seem that way.
Arms crossed, she watched him take command, grin now settled into a smirk. What must have been one of Nick's friends set up the beer pong table, and the Fire girl calculated just how skilled she could be at such an elegant and traditional game. She simply hoped that Nick was not one of those drunks that became exceptionally and inexplicably skilled at something when they got hammered enough. His proposal for the wager was right up her alley, however, and too tempting to turn down. She'd be a fool not to agree, even when the nickname princess came from his lips. "I think you should start calling me queen in that case," she said, confidence clear in her gaze as she stepped around the table to take her place. Altair had no trouble in believing that the crown would be hers.
It was her wager, now, and she wasn't going to be that creative with it, of course. "And if I win," she began as she took two balls in hand, waiting for him to get in his position across the table. One-on-one may not have seemed as intense as a team sport, but with two ultra-competitive people it would be quite the show. "I will do whatever you tell me, as well. Since, you know, I am just that nice." Only fair, wasn't it? Of course, someone like Altair debasing herself in such a way was unthinkable. The only explanation could be her ego talking mixed in with the adrenaline as the game began. She lobbed her two balls in his direction, one landing near the middle of the set up, the other bouncing uselessly to the side. "Drink up, amore," she teased, taking one of her own cups and chugging it down. She would show him that she wasn't someone to take lightly
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Post by wasp027 on Mar 20, 2013 9:42:55 GMT -5
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The brunette had first been introduced to beer pong in high school, an experience he had enjoyed immensely. It didn't take more than a few one-on-one encounters for him to become entranced by the game. He had perfected his craft just halfway through his eleventh year, and even though he hadn't had the chance to play in a very long time- not including today’s events- he was confident the rust wouldn't last long. Picking up a ping-pong ball from the table, Nick wrinkled his nose at how sticky and gross it already was. Host couldn’t even keep tabs on how disgusting his apartment was becoming. Nick cringed, praying to the sports Gods to get him through this and let him come out as winner. He had a lot riding on getting the victory here and already knew Altair’s sober aim was about as good as drunk-Nick's probably was.
As Altair called out a loving pet name Nick had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. Altair knew how much Nick hated to lose – but that didn't stop him from letting his cockiness run wild. So he stepped up to the edge of table, extending his arm out to line up his shot. "Let me show you how this is done, Altair," he said with a wide smirk plastered across his face. Nick took in a deep breath and let the ball fly. It sailed beautifully through the air with supreme arc, landing ceremoniously in a cup along the right side of the table. He paused for a second and looked up at Altair, tilting his head to the side. "And that's how it's done, baby." Nick grinned as he turned around to fist bump the guy next to him, not once but twice.
Nick felt a surge of confidence as the game went on, but he knew the real challenge would be to put Altair in her place. Shot after shot he fished the ball out of his empty cup before tossing the red plastic into a nearby garbage can. The taste of beer sat heavily in his mouth as she sized up his next shot. Unfortunately, throwing a ping-pong ball while more than slightly intoxicated didn’t match up to the boy’s expectations. As the game went on his smug confidence wasn’t matching up with the results of his throws. More than once he missed his intended goal marginally as Altair continued to nail more of her shots. Nick groaned as he picked up the cup, taking the ping-pong out before he downed the cup, ”Shit,” he yells, clearly aware that he’s losing.
The game was incredibly close by the time Nick was able to dwindle down Altair’s cups to two. Sadly Nick only had one cup on his side saving him from defeat. The ball sailed in a straight arc through the air and his heart leaped into his throat when he realized it might actually go in. Bouncing off the rim of the cup and onto the table, Nick threw his hands up in frustration. To Nick's surprise, Altair’s ball sailed straight through the air and dropped in the cup closest to Nick. For all the boasting he had done, he was never going to hear the end of it tonight. Nick brought his hand to his face and rubbed his sinuses. "You've got to be kidding me," he grumbled. That had to be the shortest reign as champion he had ever experienced. He hung his head low as he made his way over towards the blonde. ”Alright, fucking tear into me. Let me have it,” he said. Had he won, he knew he would have been gloating like no tomorrow. Instead he was at the mercy of his blonde friend.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Apr 1, 2013 13:16:26 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: transparent, width: 400px; height: 300px;] bad girls do it well live fast, die young, bad girls do it well. my chain hits my chest when i'm banging on the dashboard. my chain hits my chest when i'm banging on the radio. get back, get down. pull me closer if you think you can hang. hands up, hands tied. don't go screaming if i blow you with a bang.
Altair supposed there was a reason why they called it liquid courage. Or liquid confidence, in this case. She could feel it herself, buzzing in her body. Watching as he picked up a ball, she hoped that it was slippery or something and would pop out between his fingers. At this point she was wishing for any ill to fall upon him, maybe a sudden heart attack. But instead, he did all too well, and she rolled her eyes at his announcement of that's how it's done. "I guess I should get on my knees and suck your dick now, huh," she said dryly, arms crossed as she felt the competitiveness worsen. It did not make her the nicest of people, if it was at all possible for her to be any worse than she acted now.
However, the competitiveness gave her an edge as she glared over the rim of her cup at Nick every time she had to take a drink. Fuck him and his astounding drunk coordination. They had an impressive crowd around them but she didn't pay them that much mind as she focused all her energy on bouncing the little white balls off the table. Some people had strategies, measured trajectory and estimated before actually bouncing, but she relied solely on motion memory. The graduate tried to keep it up even as the alcohol started to take its effect and begin to make her feel a little dizzy, Nick aiming right and hard. I'm gonna kick your ass, she said over and over in her head, not willing to speak and break her concentration. He was already distracting enough, bouncing the balls in her direction.
However she couldn't keep her mouth shut as she watched one ball danced around the rim, murmuring, "Fucking hell, shit, shit, shit," until it fell useless on the table. Quickly, she bounced her own with enough precision to land in his last one. Immediately, she pumped her arms into the air with a triumphant cry of, "I am the champion!" She looked at him with the eyes that said "Whose the king, now?" Seeing his doleful expression, some people might have had mercy, shaken hands with him and said good game. They would have been a graceful winner. Altair was not one of those people however.
She went over to his side, placed her hands on his hips with a faux-sympathetic expression on her face, eyebrows drawn together with her lips pursed. "You almost make me want to have mercy," she said, tilting her head at him like looking at a cute and injured puppy. "Almost." Pulling back from him, she opened her arms up to him and said, "First, I want you to carry me over to the couch. Then bring me a fruity drink, preferably with an umbrella." Her grin was vicious. This was only the start, and Nicholas best be prepared for how he would be spending the rest of the evening.
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