if i could feel again, feat. max

[marilynmahdavi]

marilyn breathed in cold air and exhaled steam. she shivered in her thin jacket and even thinner skinny jeans, feeling the bite of winter touch her skin through her clothes. a drink in her left and and a cigarette in her right, she stood by a row of dying flowers waiting for something interesting to happen. so far, this small party was lame. not much was happening, the drinks weren't very good. in fact, the only good alcohol was captain morgans, which she currently held in her head, taking long sips at 30 second intervals. she didn't know very many people here, which was a given since she was new at hawthorne. yet the people here didn't seem so fun.

she sighed and spun on her heel, her boots skidding in the light cover of snow that blanketed the gardens. this would be a lovely place in the summer, but the winter had already taken it's toll on the flowers, and they were shriveled and black. there wasn't much to look at. there wasn't much to do. mari planned on getting drunk and leaving, why give up a free chance to get wrecked? maybe, while she was at it, someone worth talking to would show up.

she scanned the group of kids around her and frowned, her eyebrows lowering. a few annoying, faux-drunk girls leaning all over semi unattractive boys. hawthorne parties weren't like new york city parties. they were small and there was always a watch out for adults. mari was used to never being caught by adults, she was used to going to well orchestrated parties with no threat or fear of authority figures. here, everyone kept their eyes sharp for a staff member. how could you enjoy yourself properly if you were always on guard?

she dropped her cigarette and crushed it with her talia suede knee high boots, lifting her drink up to her lips and downing it all. the faster she got drunk, the better. she sauntered over to the alcohol table, grabbing the bottle of captain and pouring herself a large drink, without any additives like coca-cola. she didn't mix captain with anything. she liked it straight, which was unusual considering it was spicy rum. as she turned away from the table, her cup caught on a bottle of open vodka, spilling it everywhere on the table. fuck, she thought, groaning. a stack of napkins sat nearby. grabbing a few, she picked up the bottle and began wiping the table, growling about idiots who left bottles open. the mess was big, the vodka dripped onto the concrete below. god. dammit. she thought, wishing someone would come help her. someone who wasn't a mindless idiot.

outfit.
four hundred and fifty three words
for maxwell ralph sheppard
enjoy! =]

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[maxwell ralph sheppard]

Max was always where the party was, he couldn't help it. Drunk girls always seemed ready to entertain. Of course there were always those girls that said no, and those were the fun ones. He liked to chase the girl, it was semi-entertaining. It gave him something to do. Usually he could flash a smile, or some booze, and the girls come running.

So here he was at another party, with his own drink(he didn't like other peoples alcohol). He just brought his own vodka bottle and drank from it. Saves him trouble, well except for today. He was standing by the table flirting with yet another girl, and he placed his bottle down for five seconds when her head something fall.

Turning he saw his last bottle fall and spill, looking at the girl who was standing there he shook his head. If it was a guy well they would of been dead. Instead he walked closer, "Well look at that. It was my last bottle too." Okay so it wasn't hard to get more, at least not for him. He just called his dad's 'friends' and he magically has some. Plus he didn't pay for it, his dad did. Of course he didn't know it, but he did.

Shaking his head at the girl he smiled, "You should be glad i can get more pretty easily." He picked up the bottle and downed the little bit that was actually left. "Hmm now i have to drink some of this crap," he nodded to the drinks on the table.

[marilynmahdavi]

suddenly, mari spotted a person - a guy - walking toward her as she attempted to clean the mess. as first, she thought he'd be mad - she had just spilled his vodka, for christs sake - but he didn't seem too pissed. she stood slowly, meeting him at eye level. his eyes were a very pretty color of blue, he was quite cute. she smiled as she drank the last bits of his vodka kindheartedly. "I'm really sorry about that. Wasn't paying attention. I could always get you more. I get it pretty easily myself," she said in a flirty way, taking another swig of her captain morgans.

"I know what you mean. The only thing good here is this bottle of Captain. Everything else sucks, not a very well planned party. I'm used to a lot better than this," she sighed, honestly upset with the drink choice of the hosts, and all the people who had supplied to hosts. Whatever though, dunk was drunk, wasn't it? Mari didn't have an alcohol problem - it was the drugs that got her - but she sure did like to be drunk. She could handle it well, she knew that. "I'm Marilyn, by the way. You can call me Mari." she said kindly, tossing in a charismatic smile. Mari wasn't nice with all people, but boys were an exception. cute ones were a plus. And this boy was definitely cute. she downed her drink and felt her mind wobble a little. a buzz. she giggled a little, setting down her cup. "We should ditch this place and have our own two person party," she said, smiling.

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[maxwell ralph sheppard]

Max took every inch of the girl in, she was delectable. Like most girls here. He hadn't yet found someone he wouldn't want in his bed, in his room. He liked being without a roommate, it was one of the perks at being at this school. No roommate meant more partying for Max.

"That's why I bring my own. You never know what they are going to have. Most of the things kind of suck." He shrugged, it was the reason he supplied his own party with his own alcohol. And this time wasn't any different. Except that his drink was all gone and he needed more. Picking up the bottle that the host had sitting there he opened it and drank from it. "For having such a suck ass party," he said. It wasn't the best vodka, but it would do for now.

"A party for two? I'm intrigued," he said with a smirk. "My room or yours?"