TOXIC;; aliza

[brett]

It was just yet another party whose host remained remained faceless. This was pretty much Brett's ideal setting. When people didn't know him, he wasn't accountable for whatever damage he was to do at this party. He wasn't one of those stupid frat guys on teen movies who liked to play catch with priceless antiques, but he tended to just bring chaos wherever he went. It was actually a trait that Brett believed to be a positive. It wasn't as if Brett would have been on his best behavior if the party had been held by a close friend, and he certainly wouldn't have paid reparations or tried to fix whatever damage he'd caused, but it just meant that there were absolutely no consequences in this case. Unless law officers were to be involved, of course, but that only happened every so often, and the fact that Brett hadn't been arrested yet, or at least had his license revoked was simply a miracle. This house was pretty nice - there were plenty of rooms, and each seemed to have a good amount of refreshments.

Beer in hand, Brett was on the prowl. There was no way he'd be leaving this place without a hookup tonight. It was summer. That meant that he was really living on the streets unless he managed to get laid and spend the night at some boy or girl's house for the night. It was a tough call, because even though he needed somewhere to stay, Brett was still as vain as ever. Beauty was everything to the thunder kid, and that meant that he wouldn't even touch someone who didn't appeal to him with a ten foot pole, regardless of his current living conditions. He knew that he probably should have worked on his priorities, but it was a trait in himself that he'd be unable to change unless he was cold and starving, living under a bridge like Kurt Cobain or something. That would surely make him appreciate what he had, until then though, he knew that there was really nothing he'd be able to change. Seriously, he needed to get more friends with benefits who had places of their own. One night stands lacked continuity, and while he hated repetition, a place to crash wouldn't be bad right about now. A bed certainly beat a park bench or a church pew. He was living a bum's life simply because he wasn't getting laid as often as he'd hoped he would.

It was times like this that Brett wished he had more interesting friends. If he had an entourage, the party surely wouldn't just be some destructive kid looking for some tail. He'd have adventures then. As if every night wasn't an adventure already though. He just wanted one of those lives people had in movies. One of those old fashioned gangs, or just people who followed him. He had no idea why this was even going through his head at the moment, he probably hadn't consumed enough alcohol. Aiming to fix that, Brett found himself doing a surprisingly talented kegstand in the kitchen within a matter of seconds. The weird thing about being alone and buzzed at parties, was that unless there was someone there to keep him constant, his life seemed to be like a movie. He was just jumping from scene to scene. The transition was lying on some chopping room floor, and he'd never see it again. Hopefully, he was coming to the sex scene, so it could be followed by the pass out under a roof scene. He'd really like that. It was funny that his thoughts were still moving so quickly as he was upside down and chugging as much beer as he could. In the background he could hear some guys chanting the amount of seconds that he'd been up there. It was in the teens. He wondered how much longer he could go before he needed air. He certainly didn't want to end the night with drowning on beer, that would've just been a buzz kill.

Tagged:: Aliza
Outfit:: Click
Count:: 680
Notes:: Brett's pretty much seeking any kind of entertainment, but looking for a place to crash. Give him either, and you'll be his best friend in the world. xD

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[shyy]

Summer is defiantly the greatest season ever. I mean who cares about the rest of the seasons. You have to be in school during those months, and no one enjoys that. Making summer the best season ever. The tone her inner voice was using was creeping her out. It sounded like it was trying to convince Aliza that she was wrong. Aliza knew that summer was the best, and nothing was going to change that. It was summer and she was planning on doing her favorite summer activity. Party. To Aliza if you don’t like to party, then you don’t like to live out loud. Partying was Aliza’s natural high, not that she has ever even been high, but her health teacher always told her class that they were other ways to get high without the use of illegal drugs. Technically she has used illegal drugs, because she has gotten drunk quite a few times. Besides beer (and the occasional cigarette) an illegal drug has never touch her lips. Plenty of her friends have, but she has managed to still say no.

Aliza has been in Canada for roughly two years, and the two years she has been here her father has only been here once. The only reason he visited was because she had managed to break someone nose. When he visited he decided that she needed her own house so she wouldn’t have to travel back to America every summer. So he bought a nice little two bedroom house and forced one of his maids to be Aliza’s live in maid. During the school year Louis, her maid, got the house to her self.Louis was a horrible mother, and totally ignored Aliza. In fact Aliza has brought back four guys, and she never noticed. Aliza was too old for a mother anyway; at least that’s what she told herself.

For years Aliza has had issues with handling her emotions. When she couldn’t handle them she got drunk. Her emotions were overwhelming her so she needed to get drunk. Tonight she planned on staying home and resting, but now her original plans were ruined she need to get completely wasted. Aliza looked through the messages she ignored, finally she found one that was close to her ‘house’. “Perfect.” She murmured while going through her closet for the perfect outfit. After some deliberation she decided on a pretty good outfit. A white spaghetti strap shirt, a black vest with holes in it, and some flare jeans. For jewelry she wore a dangling belly ring, some hoop earring, and a ring that had ‘love life’ inscribed on the inside, and be brave on the inside. The ring was a gift from her last boyfriend. It was a break-up ring. He was tired of her partying ways, but he still respected her.

“Whatever, I don’t need him.” She said with a flip of hair. Just going with the normal style she left her straight and down. Her make-up was pretty neutral, not dull but not too much. After muttering an excuse to Louis, Aliza hopped into her 2000 Lincoln Ls (she paid half while she forced her father to pay for the rest) and drove to the address in her phone. The party was already blazing and she couldn’t wait to throw herself in. After stumbling through the living room she found the kitchen. Hmm, he is kind of cute.. they boy doing the pretty sick keg stand was now tonight’s attention. Aliza walked over to where he could hear her. “Don’t choke love, wouldn’t want anyone to ruin the night” With out moving, Aliza grabbed the first unopened beer she saw and popped of the top using the table.

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WORDS! 614!!
STATUS! complete?
TAGS! Brett
NOTES! Could we lower the words down to like 350-400 outfit
INSPIRATION! my mom yelling at me to get off?!
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Colorado Sunrise by 3OH!3
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[brett]

From upside down, and amidst the chanting of the people surrounding him, he heard a girl's voice. One that didn't seem all that supportive. Here, he was left with two options: he could continue binging and eventually become so hammered that he'd be lucky if he didn't wake up in a dumpster, or he could stand up and socialize. Maybe the latter would lead somewhere interesting, because as fun as the first would have normally sounded, Brett didn't want to smell so awful when he didn't have a shower to use. The chanting had reached the forties, and Brett knew that it'd only be a matter of time before he couldn't breathe anymore, after all, his lung capacity wasn't what it used to be.

Dropping from his stand to his feet on the floor, Brett staggered and struggled to maintain balance for the first few seconds. The spectators erupted in cheering, which must have meant that they were either really impaired, or that the party sucked. Brett wasn't even on his game, and if he had done well enough to get cheers, what must others have been like? That was pathetic. Managing to achieve equilibrium, Brett shot the girl a glance. She was attractive enough. Thankfully, he didn't have beer goggles like some. Brett didn't know what he'd do with himself if he woke up next to some fatty who was nothing but a blur the night before. Taking a step closer to her, he brushed some hair out of his eyes. "You threw me off," he coolly stated with a smile. "I think you should make it up to me, don't you?" Granted, he would have surely not been able to last much longer, even if he managed to continue without distraction, but she didn't have to know that. Not to mention, who wouldn't want to spend time with Brett? He was pretty much god's gift to earth. He always knew that he was drunk by the amount of confidence he'd attained, so he was probably near-wasted at this point. It would have been more surprising had the room not been slowly shifting the way a ship would at sea. Not that it mattered as long as he managed not to fuck up this chance encounter.

Tagged:: Aliza
Outfit:: Click
Count:: 377
Notes:: Sure thing. <3

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[shyy]

Aliza decided not to cheer for the mysterious guy, Not only has she seen better, but he seemed rather surprised by the fact people were cheering. I hope that wasn’t his best. She knew the thought sounded rather snotty of her but she didn’t care. When Aliza got drunk she became the type of girl she hated. The Martinez’s had plenty of money; if she wanted to she could act like a snob. Aliza hated snobs though and swore never to act like one, at least not while she was sober. The one beer in her system was already traveling to her brain, and Aliza brushed her conscience off. Her once full cup was dwindling quickly, and she wasn’t feeling anything. Her tolerance was extremely high and it took about three beers to get her buzzed. A couple more and she is play-doh in whoever’s hands she falls in. Being completely trashed was a foreign experience for because she has only been like it a few times, none of which ended up with a happy ending.

After her brief flashback she realized that each of those times that she got completely hammered a keg stand was involved. So maybe her new ‘friend’ was trying to be friendly, and have a conversation with her. Maybe even more, Aliza’s objective was to forget about her family and a one-night stand was the perfect way to do that. At this point her inner voice wasn’t even a mere whisper, she was bound to get wild now. After all, it’s no fun to party if you act like you have a stick up your butt.

When the guy brushed his hair out of his eye’s Aliza let go of the breath she was holding. She won’t go home with anyone wearing beer goggles. Aliza likes to know what she is handling, and wants who ever she meets to feel the same way. Aliza’s motto was ‘If you’re not man enough to straight-up look at me, then you’re not man enough to have me’. The glance he gave her intimated her slightly, after he made a face of what looked like approval she returned to her relaxed state. Aliza loved the tone he was using, she loved when a man sounded confident.

Sure, what were you thinking?

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WORDS! 342!!
STATUS! complete
TAGS! Brett
NOTES! Thanks, I'm just more comfortable in this range outfit
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Colorado Sunrise by 3OH!3
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[brett]

There was another kid doing a kegstand now, and the kids that were still surrounding the kitchen seemed to express the same level of enthusiasm for this one that they did Brett. That was actually kind of reassuring. At least they weren't cheering him on because they were impressed. They just wanted him to be drunk. He could relate. Even when drunk, Brett payed careful attention to the motions that people he wanted were making. Body language said a lot. He was pacing the girl. Sales people did this a lot. You could size people up when it came to brief things that they said, and what motions they made. Still, he wasn't the best at it. Brett associated more with animal kingdom rules than tells that humans gave. It wasn't that he was some kind of half-breed or anything, he just expected aggression out of everyone. Hell, most people expected the same from him.

Noting that the girl seemed slightly more secure at his approval, he was tempted to just keep her on edge and try not to give her approval until she'd do anything to get it. He'd see where the night went before he played too many mind games though. He wasn't entirely evil. "Well, how about we get some shots in you, then figure it out?" he suggested. It was more than obvious that he was just trying to get her wasted, but it wasn't like she'd come to a party for any other reason. He'd have her by the end of the night, he just had to try not to screw it up. Not that he could, he was too good for that. Maybe he'd be best not to drink for a little while. He'd focus on inebriating the girl instead. It'd be a lot more satisfying that way. "I'm Brett, by the way," he said, making sure to get the girl's name before he got her wasted, just in case. He also needed to figure out a way to get the girl to bring him to her place, but that'd probably be easier once he had her eating out of the palm of his hand.

Tagged:: Aliza
Outfit:: Click
Count:: 361
Notes:: No problem. It helps a lot when my muse is down. ^-^

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[shyy]

The party seemed to be livening up by the minute. That’s how these things work anyway. The later it gets the wilder the people get. Aliza loved to get wild especially if she is drunk. Getting wild was one of the many reasons she agreed to getting some shots in her, the main reason being she was starting to like this guy more and more and she didn’t want to screw this up. Of course she wasn’t going to go to extreme lengths to please him. He would have to work for that. Aliza had to resist the urge grab Brett as she started walking to where the music was coming from. She wanted to request a song, but didn’t want to leave him alone. Assuming he would follow Aliza walked away anyway. When she got there she was rather disappointed. The host of the party was to cheap to hire a DJ and they just threw the radio on. Right now it was playing one of Britney spears songs. 3, Ewww… the song brought back awkward memories. One of her old boy-toys wanted to try it and it epically failed. That was the first and last time she tried it. She briefly considered asking Brett if has ever tried, but realized they probably didn’t know each other well enough yet.

What kind of shots were you thinking? her personal favorite were body shots, but they should probably wait till there were slightly more drunk for that. That meant that it was up to Brett to pick. She scanned the room and couldn’t find anything useful. Hopefully Brett would have more luck finding something. Nice to meet you Brett, I’m Aliza Now that they knew each others names they could get truly wasted. Continuing her search she found some empty shot glasses. Now all they needed was alcohol. There was plenty of beer, but where was all the vodka. After plenty of experience Aliza knew that most hosts threw there parties at their parents house meaning the hard liquor was probably locked up somewhere. If I was an adult where would I hide my liquor?

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WORDS! 356!!
STATUS! complete
TAGS! Brett
NOTES! Sorry for taking so long outfit
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Colorado Sunrise by 3OH!3
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[brett]

The girl started walking away, and Brett followed. He really didn't want to, especially since it meant giving up the dominant position in this interaction, but he decided it'd be better than losing the girl in the crowd and having to start looking for someone to crash with all over again. Apparently the girl was looking to change music, but didn't realize that it was just the radio. Brett had very rarely been to a party where an actual person dictated the music that played at these things. The best he usually got to see tended to be a kid using his parent's sick surround sound set up and blasting cd's that they'd made or bought. Brett kind of appreciated using the radio instead, because a lot of people tended to have awful tastes in music, or just got music that you couldn't talk over or move to. That was the worst.

Brett grinned in his usual devil may care manner. "Whatever we can find," Brett said nonchalantly. That really meant the strongest things that they could find, but that probably wouldn't sound nearly as appealing to the girl. No one appreciated it when you wanted to get them drunk, no matter how much they wanted to get drunk themselves. It was kind of silly, but it was the way that people worked. They didn't like to feel like they were being taken advantage of, and that was understandable. He smiled at the girl when she introduced herself. "Believe me, Aliza, the pleasure's all mine," he said coolly. Now came the booze hunt. It wasn't hard to figure out where to look. He did this a lot, after all. Adults thought that they were going to hide their alcohol well, and it was almost always under the sink. This wasn't an exception. He grabbed a few bottles, and a couple of shot glasses out of a cabinet, turning to face the girl. "Why don't we go somewhere more private with these?" he asked. Without waiting for an answer, he started heading toward the stairs. He'd find a bedroom that was free so that they could start drinking. He wouldn't sleep with her until he convinced her to let him crash at his place though. He wasn't that stupid.

Tagged:: Aliza
Outfit:: Click
Count:: 378
Notes:: It's totally cool. <3

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[shyy]

Aliza was glad that Brett found some hard liquor. Not really caring what he grabbed she just glanced over at the bottles. From the brief glance she saw whiskey, vodka, and cider. Not a bad grab overall. Now it was finally time to get wasted and she couldn't wait. The problem with that was she could tell that Brett wanted to get her wasted. It’s not like she didn’t want to. It was just she didn’t want to feel manipulated. Aliza felt slightly annoyed but easily covered it up. If she was truthful to herself then she knew she wanted to get him wasted also. Her subconscious kicked in then. What about your car, and how are you going to get home she had to restrain herself from trying to take the liquor out of Brett’s hand and taking a swig. At parties no one was supposed to think straight, and she planned on doing just that.

Aliza was not naïve. She knew what came with going somewhere private. You would have to be pretty ignorant to not know. Disappointment flashed briefly across her face as she reliazed they skipped a step. She loved the dancing part of the one-night stand. It was an amazing time to just let go and dance. That was when Aliza truly felt free, but that was mainly when she went to a club. Clubs were way too much hassle, not to mention even more risky than a party, so she normally stuck with parties anyway. She let Brett lead her to where they were going. He seemed to know what he was doing. The stairs were a nuisance and Aliza knew she would have a very hard time getting back down. There were a few times when Aliza had to lean on Brett, she wasn’t wasted but she was getting there.

It was extremely lucky for them to find an empty room on the third door they tried. Normally every room is taken, even luckier that there was a bed. Aliza didn’t plan on sleeping with him here, but sitting on it for a while wouldn’t hurt. It took extreme strength to not attack as soon as the door was closed. She didn’t know how far he was willing to go, and how long it would take. Only time would tell.

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WORDS! 387!!
STATUS! complete
TAGS! Brett
NOTES! outfit
INSPIRATION! the buzz of my computer?!
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Colorado Sunrise by 3OH!3
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[brett]

It was funny how people worked. They never wanted to feel used, and yet everyone always felt used when Brett was around. People weren't people to Brett, they were means to an end. He was giving this girl drinks to meet the end of him getting laid. He was doing it in a room alone to prevent her from getting distracted, and to prevent him from getting cockblocked. It wasn't like he hadn't thought any of this out. He knew how to work people over by now, and as long as he had booze and his looks, it was as easy as a few shots and a few words to make them melt. He'd stricken out a lot when he started this, and still struck out every now and again, but this one would be easy. This girl definitely seemed like a lightweight. Brett was hit with the idea that Aliza may have to drive to get to her place, and he knew that he wasn't going to let some girl drunk drive him to her place. They'd end up wrapped around a tree. Brett would do it. He was a good enough to race the wrong way down a freeway against a ducati and tie, he could handle taking a girl home. "Before we start, gimme your keys, I don't want you drunk driving," he said, as if he cared. He'd get her judgment so impaired that she'd think he was doing a favor driving her home in her car and spending the night. He hoped so, anyway.

Brett put two glasses down on the nightstand next to the bed, and poured some vodka into each of them. "Wanna play I never?" he asked, handing her one of the shot glasses. At least then there was an excuse for her to drink more. Not to mention games always led somewhere much more interesting. Hopefully this one would lead directly back to her place. He just had to be strategic and bide his time. He usually wasn't so predatory, nor was he so careful in most situations, but this decided where he slept tonight, and he wanted it to be on a nice bed with a warm body held close if he could get it.

Tagged:: Aliza
Outfit:: Click
Count:: 375
Notes::

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