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Post by Anya King on Jan 14, 2014 1:11:19 GMT -5
Well wasn't this great. Another party, Anya loved parties. There were booze and people and atmosphere was really fun, but she was missing one thing: her party-going wingman(woman?)/cousin Perri.
She USE to be a party goer at least, but once she started dating Karina that had started to change. It wasn't that she didn't like the girl, she was actually really glad that she was helping turn Perri's life around, but would it kill her not to leave her hanging at one of these?
The brunette sighed. Oh well, nothing she could do about it now. With that thought in mind she downed her drink and went to grab another, she was planning on getting smashed tonight.
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Post by Blue Gordon on Jan 14, 2014 1:33:11 GMT -5
Blue was new to the dorms (hell, she was new to the concept of a proper roof with heat and plumbing that still worked) and probably wouldn't have known about the party under normal circumstances. However, blue hair was a blessing in this case, and some enterprising young men had decided to tell the 'chick with the rave-hair' about the party.
And so she had spared their insult. Because there was a goddamn party going on and she needed to find someone to fuck. Or dance. Hell she was fine with either for right now, but the first was preferred. So she had wound up here, just barely into the dorm and all ready half-blown away by the volume of the music and her eyes strained at the bad lighting.
Perfect.
Now all she had to find was someone to... 'dance' with, in either capacity.
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Post by Anya King on Jan 14, 2014 1:42:57 GMT -5
After a few drinks Anya figured it was time she quit sulking and go to the dance floor, that usually got her pumped up. The brunette found herself a nice little spot and started moving to the beat of the music. Part of her knew she stuck out like a sore thumb due to both her height and the fact that she was well, she was fuckin' Anya King. Over the years she ended up making a name for herself at the dorms and school, she was still trying to figure out if it was a good thing or not.
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Post by Blue Gordon on Jan 14, 2014 1:57:09 GMT -5
Blue spotted the brunette immediately. It wasn't hard, really, she was fantastically tall and the dancers around her moved to give her space. So she was either powerful with a reputation or a member of the dregs of society. Either way it worked for her.
So with no plan in particular the blue-haired teen made her way through the crowd and over to the Amazon. "Cuttin' in," she piped up with a smirk as she grooved her way up to the tall brunette. "You come here often?" A line so overused it always either got a laugh or some solid snark.
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Post by Anya King on Jan 14, 2014 3:07:06 GMT -5
Well, wasn't this a surprise? The taller teen laughed and rolled her eyes. "Oh yeah, all the time." She gave the girls look over. Unless she'd done the thing with her hair recently Anya was gonna take a guess and say she'd never seen her before. "Guessin' you're new in town huh?"
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Post by Blue Gordon on Jan 14, 2014 22:03:41 GMT -5
Blue blew one of the long strands away from her eyes. "I stick out that bad, huh?" She asked, barely heard over the pounding of the base. The girl was even better when she talked. "Name's Blue," She introduced. "Who're you, pretty mama?" The stupidest lines were the best lines in her humble opinion.
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Post by Anya King on Jan 14, 2014 22:17:24 GMT -5
"With hair like that yeah." The brunette grinned. "Anya King, the one an' only." Blue, huh? Easy to see where the nickname(that's what she figured anyway, who really named their kid Blue?) came from.
"These lame lines always work for ya Blue?" She asked over the music. Not that she minded, it'd been a long while since someone was brave enough to come up to her like this. Though that probably had something to do with her unintentionally intimidating any potentials, or maybe word spread about how her last attempt at having a boyfriend was squashed miserably due to her psycho protective father.
She had a feeling it was a mix of both though.
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Post by Blue Gordon on Jan 14, 2014 22:50:24 GMT -5
"They're classy," Blue said, obviously mocking. "Or at least so bad they're good." She admitted, snickering. Yeah they were pretty bad lines, but... well it had landed her her last coupla flings (and her one long-term girlfriend) so it worked well enough. "Used to a higher standard of flirtin' or what? Cuz I ain't seein' many guys hangin' 'round ya."
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Post by Anya King on Jan 14, 2014 23:06:59 GMT -5
Anya gave a small shrug. "They're just scared, usually if I don't freak 'em out my parents find a way to send 'em running." It was always the same, Dad would do everything and then some to terrify the poor guy while Mom found some way to make things even MORE oddly uncomfortable. There were a few instances when she didn't mind it, but after a while it got pretty old.
The brunette laughed and grinned. "It takes a lot to handle me." She told her, throwing in a wink for good measure.
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Post by Blue Gordon on Jan 14, 2014 23:20:21 GMT -5
"Oooh," Blue teased, "The Amazon's dangerous? My kinda girl." All the while the much smaller, stocky girl danced ever closer to Anya. Yes, she liked this one. Fun, the parents might be a bit of a hurdle but it's not like the dorms didn't eliminate that problem for the most part yeah? All in all, good. The winds were blowing in Blue's favor.
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Post by Anya King on Jan 15, 2014 0:06:24 GMT -5
Anya smirked and raised a brow. The girl certainly had guts, she'd give her that. "Oh honey, you have no idea." She'd roll with this, this could be fun. Maybe it was time she tried something new.
But first, she'd like to get to know Blue a little more. Just enough so they weren't strangers. It'd be hard to talk with the loud music beating out though. "Wanna get a drink?" She asked, nodding in the general direction of where the drinks were at.
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Post by Blue Gordon on Jan 15, 2014 1:06:00 GMT -5
Blue gave a nod. "If it's got alcohol," she said bluntly, moving off of the dancefloor with Anya. "The drinks DO have alcohol, right?" They'd better, the party would suck major ass if they didn't. It took a lot to get Blue blitzed, but buzzed wouldn't be hard to do if they had some of the good stuff. Or moonshine. Moonshine was strong as hell in Blue's experience.
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Post by Anya King on Jan 15, 2014 1:22:07 GMT -5
Anya gave the other girl an amused look. "Ya think I'd be here if they didn't?" she half teased. Seriously, that was the whole reason she ever started going to parties with Perri, and a big reason why she kept going.
They came up to a table that with plenty of plastic cups, all filled with the same liquid. The brunette took one for herself. "Couldn't tell you exactly what it is though, I never really bother to ask." She shrugged, probably not the most responsible thing, but she'd been fine so far. She held the cup up. "Well, cheers."
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Post by Blue Gordon on Jan 15, 2014 1:33:33 GMT -5
Blue grinned, "Cheers," she replied before downing half of the well-filled cup in a couple of gulps. She smacked her lips. "Not bad moonshine," she remarked, swishing it around in her cup. Pretty good aftertaste too. Someone in this building had some talent as a brewer. She smirked up to the taller woman. "So, how you wanna do this? Twenty questions or a drinking game?"
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Post by Anya King on Jan 15, 2014 1:52:34 GMT -5
Anya took a few drinks herself before thinking on the question. A drinking game sounded a lot more entertaining to the Kuma than just plain ol' asking questions. It'd help her get to her usual goal of getting drunk every time she came to one of these things, so why not? "Got any drinking games in mind?" she asked as she stuck her free hand in the pocket of her shorts.
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