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Elaine is a twenty year old sophomore majoring in history. She knows three languages -- French, Italian, Spanish -- and is studying others as well (i.e. Latin). She lives alone four hours away from her parents house in a tiny apartment and barely makes enough money to keep herself alive; of course, the constant stream of homework and usual lack of sleep doesn't help either. Elaine doesn't usually go to parties. She doesn't do drugs. She doesn't drink (all the time). Mostly, she spends her free time in her apartment doing last minute, or early, homework. Or catching up on sleep. Or doing normal human things like eating ... from what she manages to find time for buying on the weekends. Elaine doesn't have a problem with studying really, at least, not when it comes to history. She wants to learn everything she can about history. Absorb it. Consume it. She wants other people to love it too. People say that the past doesn't matter as much as the present, but when the past shapes the present? It's important. It's amazing. Her favorite time period would have to be the Middle Ages, but any will do, they're all spectacular.
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ｔｗｅｎｔｙ－ｆｉｖｅ ｜ "ｉｇｇｙ" | ｂｒｏｔｈｅｒ
"For first off, I'm not as scary as I look." The tattoos, piercings, and constant hair dying tends to cast a bad impression, at least, that's what he's found out anyway. Turns out, people think that he's gonna squash them if he finds something they say offensive -- and apparently they think that he's going to find everything offensive. "On the contrary~" He's pretty laid back with other's opinions, provided you'll do him the same courtesy. Not that he speaks much politics. He prefers to work with numbers and dimensions than spend his time chit-chatting about the election ("if i could stop those damn commercials early, i would"). Iggy is wicked smart, has been since he was young. He even started reading earlier than all the other kids, and not just in his class, in all the classes. He's always had an easy time in school, grade wise anyway, and his parents hate that he -quote- looks like such a thug -unquote-. Personally he doesn't care what they think, he left home at eighteen and kind of does whatever he wants, not that he's homeless or jobless or any of that. He's got an apartment and friends and a job ... just not any classes to attend. Though no one would believe it, Ig works in a daycare. When he came in for his job interview they about threw him out, telling him that the nearest bar was like a million blocks in the other direction. He'd laughed and told them that he was just there to talk to Diane. He spent a lot of time in he and Elaine's High School daycare and took some classes before giving up on college and the kid's don't think he looks imposing or scary so ... you've got the job, congrats. He doesn't see Elaine much, but will drop in every now and again, mostly without calling because he's like ten shades of bad at mobile communication.
[ Name ] Seth Packer
[ Age ] Eighteen
[ birthday ] November 27
[ Gender ] Male
[ sexuality ] Heterosexual
[ Appearance ]
hair color: dark blonde
eye color: blue
[ Notable Traits ]
✥ narcissistic
✥ comical
✥ blunt
✥ inquisitive
[ Other ]
✥ hockey player
✥ avid reader
✥ aspiring English teacher
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We could like start this at a party and they're both kinda drunk and then ;;;;)))))
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I should be leaving soon so you can start if you'd like and if not I'll probably post when I get home or tomorrow after school :)
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It's like 11.30 But alright, take your time
<3 my ride says she's leaving soon, so I'll probably vanish
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There are plenty of things Elaine could have been doing right now, and a lot of them began and ended with 'class' and ended in 'work', but it was a friday night and boy were her friends convincing. Not that she needed much of that convincing nature to wiggle into a nice tshirt and a skirt before heading out. Nor did she need it to curl her hair and actually look sort of nice because sweetheart it was friday night, and that essay she had to write was not sounding so appealing this fine evening. No, not even the Aztecs could put her in a good mood. The thrum of the music pulsing through her skin, and the soft buzz growing in the back of her brain, though, was a different story. Elaine, admittadly, was a bit of a light weight, and probably shouldn't have let herself down that last one, but wasn't completly unaware of her surrondings. She leant up against the with giggiling at her friends as they poked fun at one another, people bumping into here from this way and that, but never did she say anything. The liquid in her cup was only half full, to be fair, and Goood it tasted so good. To say the least it had been a long week.
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Seth had never been one to follow the rules, if he were being perfectly honest. Don't touch that? He made sure he did. Don't take food into your bedroom? Seth had a secret stash a mile wide under his bed. Don't drink until you're 21? Yeah, okay mom. Sure thing, mom. Yes, mom, I won't party with the college kids. Yes, mom, I know how bad that would be for my career. Don't worry, mom. Fast forward two hours and there he was, pulling a navy blue tee shirt over his head and admiring himself in the mirror for a moment. It took a little bit of water in his hair to get it to style the right way, even though it was decently short to begin with. Seth was entirely sure of the fact that this would be a relatively high-key party; everyone would be talking about it for ages, and if you didn't go, you'd be hopelessly attempting to catch up on the gossip until the next one.
Besides, drinking games were always fun, right?
Not so much, Seth decided after he'd had a few drinks too many and no one thought to stop him. He stumbled into a few walls, and multiple people, but none of them really stuck with him until he bumped headfirst into a girl in a skirt who seemed just as drunk as him, if not more.
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Elaine honestly couldn't remember what she was giggling at, but she could, in fact, remember what was so funny now. Because upon someone bumping into her, she swayed around to face them, and thus went a wide splatter of her drink. It sunk into the fabric of his shirt; lucky for him it wasn't very noticable, very nice choice of color it seems. Perhaps he knew this was possible. Elaine let out a laugh before biting down hard onto her bottom lip and pressing a hand over them. Whoops. It just sort of slipped out? Her friends had disappeared to God knows where, and she was left to lean up against the wall with the stranger her cup had drizzled all over. "Sorry." she laughed over the music. "I'd offer you another shirt? But I only have this one." Another laugh. "I don't think it's your size." At least she wasn't completly out of it. It just seemed that her mouth had a mind of it's own. But hey, as long as it was forming coherent sentences she could dub herself a-okay.
Now, just because Seth liked to bend the rules didn't mean he was a bad person. Yeah, he drank, and he'd generally swear to never do it again after feeling the effects of a hangover. He always tried to drive sober and be a generally good guy. But that never stopped him from noticing a pretty girl when he saw one. Even decently drunk, with his head in the clouds and no weight on his shoulders (:D), he knew this girl was pretty gorgeous. Honestly, he wasn't even shocked that he was covered in some variety of cheap booze, because this happened--though later, one might call it fate--so Seth made an effort to play it off as nothing. "It's not a big deal," the teenager promised, laughing as he rubbed at the wet spots on his shirt as if it were nothing. "Besides," he added with the slightest of smiles. "Your shirt isn't quite my color." His words were slurred, but still understandable, especially because he wasn't entirely out of it yet. "It looks much better on you than it would on me, anyway."
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More giggles, all bubbling around her, popping here and then there. Elaine had always been the laughing kind of drunk, luckily for her her laugh wasn't to embarrassing. Though she may have been better off it was, that way she would know not to drink otherwise she would embarrass herself further. Now though she was feeling the buzz beginning to drown out the small voice playing mother in the back of her head -- as per usual. "Yeah." she agreed, tilting her temple against the wall, her cup bent up against her shoulder. A smile worked its way easily over her features. "Blue suits you pretty well, makes you look," she waved her free hand up and down her form vaguely. "Sexy." she finished. Let's be honest, what she said was perfectly true, the only difference is that had she been sober she wouldn't have directly said it. She pressed the back of her hand against her lips and flickered her eyes away, brain registering just a tad to slow that she had just called this complete stranger sexy. Right. After. Spilling her drink over said blue shirt.
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Seth wasn't gonna lie, even drunk as hell, he felt a slight amount of shock at her comment. Truthfully, Seth knew he was attractive, and he was very open about his knowledge, but he wasn't quite used to people being so forward about saying he looked sexy. Especially not drunk college girls who'd just run into him and spilled an unknown variety of booze all over his shirt. He couldn't help but laugh, though; everything about this was funny. Everyone around them was either playing drinking games or dancing in large groups to the ceaseless thumping of the bass. "I need more to drink," Seth started after a moment. "And I think you do too..." His statement was true, but if he were sober, he would've gotten some water, not taken the hand of a girl with a familiar face and and unknown name in hopes to refill both of their cups after the accident. Especially since it was highly likely that they would just spill more the more intoxicated they got; people were slamming into him from all sides and whoever had to clean up this mess after the party sure was in for a long day tomorrow, judging by the sheer amount of stuff littering the floor only an hour into the party. The night was far from over; it was just getting started.
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Elaine tipped her head against her shoulder, eyes reaching up to look at him, and eyebrows touching strands of fallen blonde. "Really?" she couldn't help but laugh; though the more logical part of her groaned in denial. No more, no more. It plead. Not a good idea, not a good idea. It whined. Unfortunately, the steady buzz probing the front of her mind was what led her to take the unfamiliar boys hand and bump along through the crowd. She didn't know his name. She didn't know his age. His family. His major. Minor. She didn't know anything about him except that he was taking her to get more to drink -- and that he looked good in blue. The only lucky thing about this really was that he wasn't taking her to a room. And that her brain wasn't so foggy that she was incapable of retaining information. As of yet, she could still have a functioning conversation. Elaine stumbled into the just barely less crowded kitchen at the back of the house, boys with mothballs for brains were guzzling large amounts of beer, their eyes rolling around in their heads as they stumbled in and out of the house. The breeze from the open porch doors was enough for Elaine to breath (thank the Lord), and she grasped the counter with the hand she had been using to hold mystery boy's. "So what's your name, stranger?" Elaine lifted her voice over the thrum of the music, her legs wobbly as she settled her cup on the solid surface of the isle. The smell of smoke suddenly made her head spin and she crushed her palm against the edge of the counter, blocking it out. "Never seen you before." She breathed, scrubbing a hand tiredly through her hair.
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Seth, despite his slightly wobbling feet and the quiet but insistent voice in the back of his head telling him he’d be 600 shades of screwed over if coach were to find out about this somehow, led the blonde girl into the kitchen. He held onto the hand she’d placed in his tightly, but only as not to lose her. If he’d been paying attention, he probably would have noticed that her hand was much smaller than his, and also extremely soft. Granted, most people’s hands were soft compared to his; his hockey stick had helped him build up come calluses. “The name’s Seth,” he answered the girl’s question nonchalantly, letting go of her hand as they approached a counter. He refilled his cup--not as full this time, but still full enough--and then did the same with her’s, handing it back to her and leaning back against the counter opposite her. “What’s your’s?” Bracing his hands against the edge of the cool granite surface, Seth took a few seconds to attempt to gain his bearings. His head was throbbing just enough to block out the anxiety about Coach’s wrath, and he found himself holding the red plastic cup to his lips and drinking more despite said throbbing. Her comment surprised him, though, if only mildly. Usually a party was where he could be found on a Friday night; the high school senior had quite a few friends in college and they liked to invite him to their parties. “Really? I come to most of the parties these guys throw.” Seth answered with a shrug of his shoulders, his wet shirt sticking slightly uncomfortably to his skin with the shift. Sooner or later, he should get a sink and wash out the stench of alcohol so his parents didn’t flip shit when he got home, but that was the last thing on his mind at the moment.
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The voice in Elaine's head droned on, and she attempted to press it back by taking another drink. The taste was gross, but the pestering sizzle in the back of her mind numbed almost instantly. She pushed the cup away an inch or so and pressed the hilt of her palm against her temple and looked over at the stranger. No. No. "Seth's a nice name. Matches your shirt." she responded. She didn't know how a name could match a shirt or why she said it but she did, and that was that. So instead of sinking down in the pooling pit of embarrassing things that had come out of her mouth tonight (which she would certainly do tomorrow morning), the sophomore leaned against the counter and tilted her head against her shoulder. A quiet, bubbly laugh escaped her, "That might explain it. I'm usually studying or ... catching up on sleep. They dragged me out tonight though." She paused. "Oh! Sorry. Right." -- and thank God she wasn't too out of it to hold out her hand to him in greeting -- "I'm Elaine."
"Does it?" Seth questioned, laughing lazily, and for just a little bit too long, it was kind of awkward. "Seth seems more of a red thing to me." Honestly, he didn't even know what he was saying, and he sure as hell wouldn't remember this part of the conversation tomorrow. "Like..." Suddenly, he had the intense urge to find something red, if only just to prove that Seth was, in fact, better in red than in blue, which certainly had nothing to do with the fact that his hockey jersey was bright fire engine red. His eyes flitted around the counter for a few moments before landing on the cup he'd set down moments before. "This kind of red. That's Seth. Not blue." He shrugged, pushing himself up to sit on the countertop, the world spinning for a few split seconds at the sudden movement, but clarity quickly reestablished. "I don't see any signs of a struggle," he remarked sarcastically at her comment about being dragged out. Nothing he wouldn't have said sober. He reached out a hand to shake her's--it was probably sticky with whatever had been spilled on him earlier--bouncing her name around his head a few moments. "Elaine. That's a light pink."
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Elaine felt the vague urge to stick out her tongue because he did look good in blue, so blue must be a Seth name. Or Seth must be a blue name. Or whatever. But she didn't. Instead she pressed her hands against the counter and looked up at him, bouncing from her toes to her heels. "Oh, reeallly?" Elaine laughed, shaking her head, curls bouncing this way and that. Falling into her face and tickling the back of her ears, the big white smile still strung across her features. Oh my God, she probably looked like an idiot. She took his hand."We match." she pointed out, reaching for her drink. She knew well that she didn't need any more, but the sticky feeling on her hand made her want more. To get rid of the feeling. Her stomach turned when she gulped some down, and she shut her eyes tight. Springing them back open again Elaine leaned back against the counter and crossed her legs. "Do you like the color pink? Or is it to girly?" She sipped more of her beer, looking up at him over the rim of the Seth colored - I mean, red colored - cup.
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Pink definitely suited Elaine, Seth decided with certainty as he sipped at his beer. Just the right shade; not too dark, but light enough that it could be considered a baby pink, he supposed. Pink enough to bring out the color in her cheeks. But what did he know about that, right? It just seemed like the answer to all his problems at that moment in time, the color pink and another sip of his drink even though it was definitely doing him more harm than good at this point. "Pink is nice enough," Seth shrugged, frowning at the person who cut between the two of them and broke his concentration from her for a split second. "I think I like it better now that I see it on you." (view spoiler) Seth pulled his hand and attempted to wipe away some of the stickiness from the spilled drink on his pants, but to no avail.
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Also. I don't think I did? But if I did I don't remember so you're good~
Under normal circumstances Elaine might have blushed, but seeing as she had just a tad to much alcohol dancing through her veins, and his words were nice and appealing to her-- she laughed. A bubbly, soft sort of laugh as she looked down into her cup; the liquid swirled around, slowing from her lack of movement. She brushed her thumb over the rim and peered across the isle at him. There was no one between them nooow. Elaine paused. She set the cup behind her somewhere and came forward a step, grabbing his free hand on both of hers. "Dance with me?" though it sounded less like a question. It wasn't quite a demand either though. Whatever it was there was a gleam in her eye and hope beating out of her chest. She wanted to dance with him. Which was saying something, because Elaine didn't like (a) coming to these parties and (b) dancing at these parties. But come on this guy was the cutest.
Despite the fact that Seth frequented parties such as this one and also captained the Varsity Hockey team, he wasn't quite user to getting much female attention at them. Under normal circumstances, he would probably be playing drinking games and sticking to his rather small circle of friends. After all, he was probably the only high schooler at this party, and the last thing he wanted was to be alone the whole evening. So Seth's slight shock at Elaine's request was justified, he though. He was the guy with a relatively attractive face who aspired to be a teacher. He wasn't exactly the kind of guy who got a lot of female attention. Nevertheless, Seth put his cup down on the counter and let Elaine pull on his hand. No way could he resist the twinkling in her eyes. Besides, he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to dance with her, too. "Yeah," he answered. Sober, he would've smacked himself. So articulate. Without waiting for a response, Seth laced his fingers through Elaine's and pulled her out of the kitchen and in the direction of the music
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Elaine let herself drown in the music, felt it staining her skin with its thunderous pulse, allowed it to press her closer to the boy with the cute face and the staggered attention. Seth really was a blue name. It was soothing even in this mess of a party, brought her left and then right and left again. Like a wave that washed into her eyes and plugged up her ears and pressed down easy, oh so easily, against her. Elaine held no qualms. The smaller part of her numbed conscious breathed lighter knowing that it was not a red solo cup she was hold but a boys hand instead. Surely she couldn't get any drunker just holding his hand. Though know that they had melded into the crowd, she was doing far more than just that. The people around them scavenged for space, all drinking it in at once, thirsting for a place to settle even though they would find known. They bumped into each other and knocked over bad smelling drinks and blew smoke into one another's mouths. Elaine stepped closer, taking her hand out of his and running it up his arm, shaking her head slowly each direction. Taking in the music, taking in the people? No. Neither. Enjoying the moment. She rocked to the mind shattering drone of the music, just dancing. She didn't know if the song had ended or begun by the time she spoke again, her head tipping one way, but her eyes not following her -- they remained shut. "Hold old are you?" She called over the music, eyes parting to look at him. "Seth." She emphasized his name.
Seth would be the first to admit he didn't quite know how this dancing thing worked. He wasn't quite sure if his awkward bouncing counted, either. There was one time he'd been really into his dancing and he'd been told he looked like he had to pee really badly, though, so Seth kind of just pretended the music wasn't there. That would save everyone quite a bit of embarrassment. Plus, it made it slightly easier to keep his focus more on keeping upright and less on trying to dance around the jostling bodies and people glued together at the lips. He knew his shoes were getting soaked in what he faintly hoped was just a spilled drink, but when he felt Elaine's hand running up his arm, it didn't really matter anymore. He was so absorbed in watching her: the tilt of her head and the subtle way her body rocked to the tempo of the music, that he hardly realized she was talking to him until he heard her call his name. Shit, Seth thought to himself, racking through his scattered brain in an attempt to recall what she'd said. It had something to do with old... Was she cold? No, that wasn't what she'd said. She'd asked him how old he was, hadn't she? That sounded about right, so Seth took it and ran wit it. "Eighteen," he answered with a nonchalant shrug. Yeah, she'd probably be slightly surprised, but Seth was sure she'd get over the shock. "You probably go here, so you're at least 19... Yeah?"
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The blonde's swaying ceased for a moment, the weight of the otherwise regular number eighteen rushing over her. She didn't know iuf she was surprised or if it was the alcohol playing games on her. Whichever it was she hastened to correct her mistake and continue to sway with him, people pushing them closer together; which made little sense to her because all they were trying to do was get closer to one another, why were they packing everyone in if that's what they were attempting anyhow? She didn't protest though, her cheek dipping down towards her shoulder. A smile splashed across her face and she laughed along with it, a small giggly thing that didn't reach far above the beat of the music. "Eighteen?" But she wasn't searching for an anwser. Instead she found herself giggling again. Funny. He was pretty cute for an eighteen year old. Though she couldn't exactly talk. It wasn't like she was more than a few years older. She decided to blame this thought on the alcohol instead of the previous one. Sounded about right. She took her other arm and reached around to hook her hands together at the back of his neck. "You -- my friend --" she beamed up at him, "Have some friends in some high places." she teased. The music dipped into a lull. Maybe they were changing songs. Everyone just kept doing what they were doing though, and a low beat throbbed through the floor, building up slowly. "Annnnd yes. I do. Go here." she bobbed her head a few times. "I probably know your friends ..." she trailed off. "I'm twenty." Elaine brought her hands down to rest against his chest.
Though Seth hadn’t been paying attention moments before, he was watching Elaine as carefully as he could through his hazy mind now, noticing her shock with the faintest of smirks. Usually this was the reaction with just about everybody he came across: most people thought he would be at least twenty or close to it. This was partially due to the fact that Seth was pretty mature for his age, but mostly because a high-schooler at one of these parties was close to unheard of. Seth had only met another kid his age at one of these parties once or twice, and they were never invited to come back. He laughed at her comment about his friends, which was entirely true, and let his hands drift down to rest on her hips, pulling her closer to him. “Very high places,” he agreed nonchalantly, so used to this conversation that he didn’t think much about it anymore. Not that Seth was really thinking anyway, due to the fact that the alcohol he’d consumed was starting to truly take its toll on his brain. He hardly noticed when his sticky wet shirt was pressed against his skin by Elaine’s hands, he was so caught up in watching the way she smiled and her movements, his ears straining to hear her voice over the throbbing of the music. “Maybe you do,” he teased, but he let his words trail off into silence; he didn’t put too much stock into it. His friends weren’t the ones to throw this party, but they surely must’ve had a hand in planning it, otherwise he never would’ve been invited. Elaine had probably at least seen his friends around, but Seth wasn’t going to think about that right now. He was at a party with a gorgeous, older girl, and he wasn’t about to waste his time with her. Mindlessly, he tightened his hold on her hips and pulled him closer as the other drunk dancers around them pressed in tighter and the music picked up speed and volume once again.
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Elaine was glad she had left her drink in the other room, because somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she didn’t need any more. She was a little bit of a light weight. A few glasses of wine and she was a little foggy. Mostly it’s soda that allows her to pull her all-nighters. And despite whatever liquid was running through her system, Elaine knew that she liked the way he pulled her closer and that the beat of her heart hitched slightly as he did so. It escaped her how someone in high school hadn’t dragged her upstairs to find a room yet. Once you escaped High School is was like you didn’t need to do that anymore – of course, a lot of people didn’t escape that part of them, but people like her did. Well. Sort of. She hadn’t ever really felt the need to do it before so maybe it didn’t really count. Whatever. What she was thinking about again? Elaine forgot about it and slid her hands back up his chest and linked them around his neck for the second time that evening. Their bodies pressed together, very little of them not bent up against each other. She felt people bump into them from one side and then the other over and over again until she forget what personal space meant and pretty much her entire upper half pressed flat against him. Somewhere along the way she let her forehead rest against the curve of his neck, fingers playing with the wisps of hair at the nape of his neck. It was almost calming, even over the thumping music and the scores of yelling college kids, even over the pushing and shoving and the slight buzz echoing in his brain, a slight film over her good judgment she barely heard over the beat of the song. After some time of this Elaine drew her head back and drug her hands down to his hips. “Let’s go somewhere where I can hear myself think!” she called over the music, half lidded.
Seth couldn't help but laugh in agreement at Elaine's comment. The way she'd said it, so bluntly, was unreasonably amusing to his intoxicated mind. It hadn't quite registered with him just how loud the music had gotten, or that the other dancing, swaying, drunk bodies had increased exponentially in the past few moments, the air pressing in from the directions where the people were not, hot and humid. But he allowed Elaine to grab his hand, and as he laced his fingers through hers, Seth attempted to weave his way through the crowd of swaying people without losing contact. Despite the pressure, Seth found them in a slightly less crowded room, and he realized belatedly that they were on the back porch. The cool air blew straight into his face, bringing a grin to his lips. Without hesitation, Seth stumbled his way over to the porch steps and sat himself there, more because his balance was far from steady and standing any longer would probably end with him lying facedown on the ground. "Soooooo," he slurred mindlessly, with no true tactic in mind. He only knew that he hated silence, and out here, the sound of the music was almost entirely gone and the noise of the other people on the porch was only a dull buzz. "Wild party, isn't it?"
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By some miracle they passed through the kitchen and didn't think twice about leaving the alcohol in there faaaar away from them. Or. Far enough anyway. Her brain was a little foggy and when they stepped out onto the deck a blast of cool air hit her, easing the uncomfortable throb between her eyes. As he began stumbling away from her she tightened the grip on his hand and fumbled along after him. Her fingers slipped from his anyway and she plopped down onto her butt with a thunk. Giggles were bubbling out of her without little to stop them, the filter between her mind and her body a little wishy-washy at the moment. She wrapped her arms around his own, laughing into his shoulder, hair falling into his face. She loosened her arms as he giggles settled to a pop every other moment. Her neck turned so that her cheek rested against his shoulder, eyes looking out past the proch steps. The yard was so big. A vague laugh brushed past her lips. "Wouldn't know." she smiled, shutting her eyes. "I don't come to parities, remember?" I'm laaaame. Thank goodness that part had stayed in her head.
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For some reason, her laugh brought the brightest of grins to his face, and a laugh escaped his lips effortlessly. If one thing were true about Seth under the influence of alcohol, it was that all the walls he'd built up, all the layers of sarcasm and cockiness, were long gone. He wasn't the kind of guy who usually let people hang on him the way Elaine currently was, but he didn't really mind that her hair was tickling his nose--which only made him laugh harder--or that the weight of her head on his shoulder made his own head spin. In fact, he was pretty content with the way they were wrapped up, and he found his throbbing head resting against her's before he continued to speak. "Why not?" he asked curiously. The two of them were having so much fun, and she didn't seem out of place here. Maybe that was the alcohol talking, but she seemed to be having a good enough time. Why didn't she come often? "It's so much fuunnn..." his words were all dragged out slightly longer than they needed to be, but at least he wasn't slurring his speech nearly as much as he had been earlier. The cool air was probably beneficial to the both of them.
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Another, fleeting giggle escaped her as the weight of his head rested against her own. Sometimes she had boys come close her, but this didn't make her want to cringe away or gag, and she couldn't help the pop of laughter that whistled through her lips and twisted up into the air up up and away from them. "Mmmm," she drawled, pretending to think. Her hand traveled down his arm as she drew her head up, and their fingers tangled together. While the yard was wide and green and engaging -- despite it's lack of activity -- her gaze traveled down to their hands, her thumb tracing small circles over his knuckles. A vague smile, "Why do you come so often?" she turned the question back at him with inquiring eyes, head bobbing side to side. "High School to tame for you?" she teased, poking one of the fingers from her free hand against his chest. Not that she could blame him, her answer to his question would have been something stupid like how she would rather study or catch up on sleep or paint her toenails or something. Pfft.
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Quite honestly, Seth hadn't noticed the deflection of his question at all. He would forever and always be satisfied talking about himself, even while intoxicated. Maybe it was because he had never really found someone who listened to more than a couple sentences of what he had to say. "What else is there to do?" Seth answered with a shrug, as if it were common for someone as young as him to come to parties almost every Friday night. A lot of the other kids at his school threw parties; there seemed to be a new one every day, but Seth never went to any of those. Usually it was because he liked to avoid the gossip that ran rampant through the school after those parties, who had hooked up with who(m?), who'd gotten turnt, all the details that Seth didn't really need flying around the school. But that didn't seem like a decent enough reason to verbalize, especially to his spinning head, which wanted nothing more to impress the gorgeous girl hanging on him, a grin on his lips. "You're much prettier than the girls at the other parties, that's why," he answered nonchalantly, reaching mindlessly to push her loose blonde hair behind her ear.
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For a moment Elaine found herself stunned, even with the vile liquid sloshing through her veins she hadn’t been expecting him to say that, but she didn’t let on, and instead let a smile grow across her face. A cute, happy laugh escaped her and she ducked her head down onto his shoulder as it rippled up through her chest and past her lips. It wasn’t that she was laughing hard really, just that the alcohol made her feel like she was. Mostly she was giggling, like quick little bubbles popping one after the other drifting from between her wide stretched lips. She looked up at him again with twinkling eyes. The air had calmed her a little bit and she let her small laughs fade into the chill before the words she could respond with drifted through her mind. “You’re cute.” She smiled happily, pressing a jovial kiss against his cheek. Elaine gave his hand a squeeze, a stray giggle lifting from her as she leaned back on her free hand. The fact that she could say those words to a complete stranger, and a High Schooler at that, without blushing was a miracle in and of itself. Not a moment later and Elaine was tugging on his hand, bringing them both back against the cool planks of the wooden deck to look up at the stars. Or what stars they could see anyway.
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Seth was doing his best to wrap his spinning head around the words Elaine had just spoken. Yeah, he was used to girls telling him he was attractive. They'd whisper to their friends when he walked past in the hallway. Eager freshmen would wave to him in the hallway, and he'd smile back. His friend Grace would tell him about the messages written about him on the walls of the girls' bathroom. Even though no one had ever directly approached him, he'd been called a lot of things. Cute was rarely one of them. So the sound of it coming from Elaine's mouth, so blunt and honest, was shocking. No one ever said something like that so bluntly. But Seth didn't give it much thought, and instead stopped trying to stop the loud laughter in his throat, which mirrored Elaine's. Her giggling was fueling his, actually, and the loud thunk his back made when it hit the deck only increased it exponentially. His chest and shoulders shook as his thumb ran unconsciously across Elaine's knuckles. "You can't really see any stars from here," Seth remarked after a moment, suddenly glum, eyes flitting from left to right in search of a star in the un-twinkling sky. He'd been born and raised far away from their busy, shining city. For the first twelve years of his life, he'd been playing hockey in North Dakota by day and watching the stars from his bedroom window at night. Even though he had long since gotten used to it, he was always disappointed at a dark sky. He shifted slightly, as the hard surface of the porch would have--should have been--uncomfortable, but he could hardly feel his shoulder blades pressing into the newly stained wood. He almost felt like he was floating, which was cheesy, but he would blame it on the alcohol if that thought were to ever come to the forefront of his busy mind again. He was just enjoying himself and refused to focus on negatives.
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Elaine hadn’t been out of the city on many occasions, and if she was it was usually to go to another city; the stars never shown the way they should down here the way she wanted them too. A somber, relaxed feeling washed over her and the blonde rolled onto her hip, shoulder digging into the soft wood beneath her. She rested her cheek against his shoulder, fingers fidgeting between his own. “You’re just a big softie aren’t you?” she mumbled vaguely, but there was a light smile playing in her eyes. Somewhere along the way the air had whisked all her laughing away. Until he said something else funny she couldn’t find anything to laugh about. But maybe he would. Maybe because of the drinks she’d had inside whatever he said would make her laugh. Elaine wouldn’t doubt it. She had always been that kind of drunk. She wondered if her friends knew that. Where were they? Her eyes wandered vaguely, but when all there was to look at was the sky and her company she forgot what she was looking for. “You know,” she wiggled onto her back, keeping her cheek rested against his shoulder. She jabbed a finger at the sky. “There are legends in the stars from a looong time ago. Like, Greek legends and Roman legends, even the Egyptians read the stars.” Elaine paused, lowering her arm. “It was the only way for them to make sense of the world.”
People always danced on a cliff's edge when it came to Seth. Nobody ever really told him the entire truth, despite the fact that he always did his best to be blunt and straightforward with someone. "Maybe a little," Seth agreed with the faintest of laughs. He wrapped his other arm, the one that wasn't lying across his stomach, around Elaine's small shoulders and let his fingers mindlessly trail through her loosely curled hair. He pressed his lips against the top of her head without thinking, almost habitually, as if they'd been dating for months instead of strangers who'd just met at a party. Maybe that was just what alcohol did; it made him forget his place and what would normally be his boundaries, but he wasn't going to think about that. Instead, he let his eyes wander, catching on the finger pointed straight up at the sky. "Kinda," Seth replied, the slightest of frowns finding its way to his lips. His dad had never been the kind to take him outside or tell him stories, but instead preferred to sit in his office across the country and work. Everything he'd learned about the stars, aside from the fact that he liked the way they looked in the sky and that he didn't like having a blank sky like the one he was looking out now, he'd learned from brief lessons in school. "But why did stars help them figure it out?" he noted after a moment, taking this moment to roll on his side to better see the girl next to him. "They can't talk or anything." Aaaaaand there it was. Despite the fact that the fog in his brain was clearing up slightly, he wasn't quite thinking clearly and the words came out of his mouth before he had a chance to take them back.
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Elaine relaxed into his touch without issue, eyes trained on the sky even though you couldn't see many stars from here. Not any distinguishable figures or anything, which she usually found disheartining, but not tonight. Tonight she swept her eyes over to the boy whose name she was still convinced was a blue name and not a red one, and tipped her head. A smile spread over her features quickly and she laughed. "No, they don't." she answered, smiling at him, eyes all squinty like. "Not like us anyway." she reached up and poked his nose, giggling like that was some sort of secret. Sometimes she liked to think it was; the stars spoke in such a different language is seemed almost impossible to her that what they said was true. Or that it could have ever been. How so many different, so very very different, stories came from the stars and yet they were constant. Never changing. Always there. Like people had their own truths and no matter what you thought everything around you would always stay the same, and the person next to you could think that was just a bunch of dots where you could see, say, a bore. An archer. Anything. Elaine's eyes wandered away, her hands laying over one another on her stomach. "I don't know if they really figured anything out, but ... they built everything they knew around what they saw in the stars." she said, whatever other words she had to explain herself washing away.
Mirroring her giggle, if only because he liked the sound and didn't want it to stop, Seth had been about to respond to her comment when she poked his nose playfully. He immediately wrinkled up his entire face in response, retaining the tension in his muscles until he was positive that she wouldn't attempt it again. "Not like us?" he questioned with a laugh, grinning at the girl whose cheeks were pink like her slightly damp shirt and whose hair fell around her shoulders in slight resemblance of a halo--but that was ridiculous, angels weren't real--as he laced his fingers through hers. At this moment in time, he was very quickly losing interest in the stars and his attention was solely focused on Elaine; the tiny little freckle on her collarbone. The way the fire in her eyes seemed to burn a little brighter when she talked about the societies and peoples who had long since passed from this world. "Then what, like dolphins?" He rolled back onto his back, keeping his head turned in her direction, with one arm resting behind his head. He could feel the wood beginning to press uncomfortably against his shoulderblades, but he couldn't make himself care enough to move.
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"I don't know." Elaine said thoughtfully, "Maybe if you listen they will sound like dolphins." she said, tapping her free hand against her chin, only half kidding. How was she too know? Maybe one day he would look at the star and see a bunch of sea animals and they would communicate with him like dolphins communiate with one another. Nothing was impossible she supposed. If it were than learning new things, discovering new things, it wouldn't mean much because of course so and so was possible in the first place. Because the impossible is possible it made things seem worth wild, right? Of course, there was still the half of her that was joking, and that half of her turned her head to look at him and smile. She rolled over onto her shoulder, feeling the wood digging into her body as well, but the feeling with distant. She felt a lot better outside but her brain was still sort of foggy. "You aren't much of a believer are you?" she hummed. Elaine took her hand out of his and folded her arms over his chest, turning over against his side and resting her cheek down on her knuckles, eyes closing. "That's okay. There were a lot of philosophers that looked at the constellations without the stories." Though her minor was journalism, she had been thinking about switching it to philosophy. It was more interesting. Though right now seemed like the worst time to think about stuff that already twisted up your brain and a little indent of concentration formed between her brows.
"I don't hear it," Seth noted with a shrug, not completely sure if he was just playing along with her comment about listening to the stars, or if he actually believed it somewhere deep down in his foggy mind. Normally, he would've played along just to humor her, laughing all the while, but with the copious amounts of alcohol he'd consumed, nothing was really certain. "Maybe it's just the music," he added after a moment of thought, noting that even outside he had to strain his ears slightly to hear anything other than Elaine's speaking. The other people on the porch were nothing more than faint whispers in the back of his mind, and the music was much quieter than it had been before, although that was saying very little. "And no," Seth admitted slightly hesitantly. "I'm definitely not." It wasn't that he chose not to believe in things, it was mostly just that his life was full of half truths and hidden secrets, and he had lots of trouble believing what was said to him, though he hid it behind a carefully built mask. Smiling faintly, he watched her closed eyes and the slight furrowing of her eyebrows. "What are you thinking about?" he asked after a quiet moment, unsure of what else he could have said.
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The little dent between her eyebrows relaxed and she popped an eye open to peer at him, then shut it again as a lazy laugh drizzled from behind her closed lips. Then a small shrug. "Nothing." she mumbled, letting school and everything that came with it wash away from her mind, the push and pull of the waves calming in her throbbing mind. She kept her eyes shut like that for a little while longer before drawing the curtains open once again. She wasn't sure what it was that inched her up, but she found herself resting her cheek against his shoulder a second time, eyes reaching up to look at him at a strange angle. She wasn't sure what she had been expecting, but the conversation had steered itself away from where you usually saw it go in the movies ... was he going to kiss her? What would it feel like if he did? She doubted she'd stop him. But maybe he wouldn't. She tipped her head further, inspecting him. "You know you really are cute." she pointed out, and somewhere deep inside of her something cracked. I'm gonna regret that later. God how embarassing.
Seth laughed slightly, pulling away the fingers that had gotten tangled in her curled hair and trailing them mindlessly along her cheek. His foggy head fell to rest atop hers as a smile ghosted his lips. "You think so?" he teased, seizing the moment to enact a little bit of revenge for the nose poking earlier as he tapped a calloused finger onto her nose. He pondered a response to her compliment, even though he ended up just leaving it at what he'd previously said. He wasn't exactly great at dialog most of the time, and due to the clouds in his brain, stringing enough words together to make a response to that would be difficult enough. Even sober, he wouldn't have known how to respond to that. But as he watched the way her eyes couldn't decide whether they should stay open or remain closed, he couldn't help but wish he'd told her that he thought she was extremely cute as well. It didn't feel right to say it now though, and before he could have made any conscious decision to do so, his lips were on her's and this was a better choice than anything he could have possibly said.
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Elaine mumbled a laugh, her lips drawing up softly at the edges. "Mhm." she hummed honestly, eyes half lidded. She hadn't been looking for a compliment in return, and regardless of wether or not she got one the next moment had been better than a few fluttery words. Elaine wiggled her hand out from under her shoulder and reached up to brush her thumb down his jaw, letting it linger at the slight dip in his chin. A smile whispered across her features as her other hand came up to join the other. "Finally," she mumbled against his lips, a giggle escaping her. She wrapped an arm around his neck, the other playing into the ends of his hair. So this is what it would feel like -- she thought, satisfaction sinking deep into her bones. He tasted like a lot of things, beer being one of them, but also like fresh morning air and (idk, gomen) spicy cinnamon. What did she taste like? Vaguely she hoped it was more than just the alcohol she had just consumed. Whatever the taste she liked what he had to offer, and her fingers trailed down the the collar of his shirt, teasing the fabric with her nails.
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If he were to take the time to think about it, Seth had lost count of the number of girls he'd drunkenly kissed at parties in situations not too different from this. From the day he'd started attending these a couple years ago (for reasons still unknown; why a 16 year old was let in was a mystery to him), he usually found a girl to spend the party with before heading home. Sometimes that would be alone, to his house, or with the girl, back home with her. But despite the fact that he did this often, something about this seemed different. He quickly looped his arms around Elaine's waist, his fingers dragging across the skin underneath her shirt, which had been riding up since they'd sat down here. Seth wasn't quite sure how long she'd been waiting for him to make a move, but it sounded like she'd been waiting quite a bit by the way she'd said 'finally.' His only response had been to tighten his grip on her waist and pull her closer to him, their previous discussion about the stars long forgotten. Now, the only thing he could think about was the way her lips tasted like beer and mint and her skin was smooth underneath the palms of his hands. At this time of night, a sight such as this was common, and anybody who was brave enough to adventure outside was either unfazed or too drunk to care.
