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Post by brandie on Oct 13, 2012 11:21:40 GMT -5
The school year was coming to an end, and summer was already starting to blow through the trees and warm up the breezes. The last couple of months of school, though, meant parties. Lots of parties. Everywhere. On boats, beaches, rooftops. In parks, clubs, but most of all, in houses. Usually without parental supervision. The last party Brandie had attended had been a piss poor effort – the host had bought one keg, thinking it to be enough for the few people he invited. Clearly, no-one told him of the exponential growth of actual attendees – usually at least four per invited person. Obviously, this meant that, with the meagre gifts of everyone else, even the raiding of nearby liquor cabinets, everyone had left at around midnight, mostly completely sober. Brandie had even ridden home on her bike, though she was slightly more unsteady than normal.
She had hoped and prayed to a God that only existed when the adolescent wanted anything that this party would be better. Thankfully, it looked as if she was not going to be disappointed. As she pushed the kickstand down with a practised flick of her ankle and hopped off her bike, she was already grinning and waving at the people milling around the front lawn. She wasn't sure whose house she was at, exactly, but she had been invited by a few of the cheerleaders. Taking care not to let her gold heels sink into the turf, Brandie made her way into the house, where she kept her purse tightly in hand, and the other hand on the hem of her skirt – the floating chiffon had a very bad habit of catching on things, and being the fragile material it was, she wanted to be sure to go home with it intact.
Her hair was down, in her regular style, which was basically just bed hair. Tousled, curled, and a little bit windswept, especially after her 50mph ride without a helmet. Her make up was minimal, knowing that she'd only have to replace it in a couple of hours, and she was kind of hoping to be in a state where it wouldn't occur to her that she still had to look pretty. ”Hi, how are you?” She smiled at one couple as they tapped her on the shoulder to greet her. She didn't stop to talk, but this didn't look like the 'stop and chat' sort of party. It had been going on for just an hour or too, but there were already new couples forming in corners, on couches, and probably in some of the upstairs rooms. There were empty cups, spilled drinks, and a broken ornament that looked expensive. Skirting around the fragments, she headed for the thickest knot of people, assuming that that was the alcohol station. Judging by the sounds and the clamouring for more drinks, she was right, but she was way in the back of the queue. Leaning against a convenient wall, Brandie waiting, albeit a little impatiently.
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word count: 503
tag: kayden grace
outfit: clickers
notes: I r sick ):
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Post by kayden jeremiah grace on Nov 11, 2012 6:44:37 GMT -5
Kayden was one of the football players for St. Williams, which meant that he was automatically invited to all the college parties. He could go to the high school parties if he really wanted to but Kayden didn't usually like high school kids. They had so much drama and shit going down that he just didn't care for their parties. Plus, they were childish about their parties. Kayden didn't particularly care for teenagers other than his half brother, Kane. He had even met his dad, Jude, and he knew he had another half brother and half sister. His half sister was named Rebeccah Walker and his half brother was named Jason Walker. Both were rich brats, just like Jude, his dad. So far, Kayden wasn't fond of the Walker family but he was glad he'd come out here to find his dad. It had been an important learning experience and if he ever had kids, he could only hope he raised them right. Kayden grabbed a beer and leaned against the counter, not quite sure what to do with himself. He wanted to get super drunk but mostly, he wanted to get laid.
Getting laid was always fun. Kayden was indeed picky about the looks of a girl when it came to getting laid. He wouldn't just pull his pants down just because a girl had big breasts. He had fucking standards and the face had to be pretty too, mostly because he liked to top people. He disliked bottom because of his dominance issues. Anyways, he looked around, while drinking his beer. He watched as drinking games started and he immediately joined in on beer pong. Ian Madison beat him every party. In fact, Ian Madison, star quarterback of the football team, was undefeated as far as beer pong went. Kayden was determined to beat his teammate so that Ian's ego could go down a little bit. He stood on the other side and they started playing some beer pong. After a while, Kayden realized he was going to lose... Yet again. He wasn't sure why he even bothered to play Ian. Ian was unstoppable. Ian never lost beer pong, no matter how many times one tried to beat him. Even the other undefeated player had lost to Ian. Why did Kayden think he'd win?
Kayden Jeremiah Grace looked around after he watched some high school kid that had snuck in lose to Ian. He found a blond girl standing around by herself, kinda like what Kayden was now doing. Kayden was pretty drunk by now so he sidled his way over to her. "Hi beautiful. I'm Kayden. Kayden Grace." His words were slurred and somewhat mumbled but he was sure she could hear him. Drunk people could talk to drunk people right? Maybe she wasn't drunk... Oh well. She could easily get there. He smiled a charming, but drunken, smile and said, "Are you here by yourself?" He didn't like to leave girls by themselves.. Unless he was sober. Then he was a complete jackass. He didn't care who was alone and who wasn't.
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tagged ;; brandie de winters
muse ;; beauty and a beat - justin bieber
notes ;; sorry this took so long to reply to!
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Post by brandie on Nov 12, 2012 9:59:26 GMT -5
As with every party, there were people Brandie knew, and people that she didn't recall ever having seen before in her entire life. That, in itself, didn't bother her much - there had to be hundreds of people in velocity that she had never met before, and countless others that she had met and almost instantly forgotten. The only problem came when she was hailed and greeted by people that knew her by name, and she just pulled a complete blank. Smiling, waving and gesticulating to the people in the crowds that recognised her, she realised she had yet to see any of the cheerleaders or football players. "Ah," she thought. "Scratch that - isn't that Ian?" Deciding that it was - after all, no one had ever beaten him at beer pong - she was assuredly more calm, knowing that she was at least at the right party.
The crowd shifted, but it didn't favour Brandie - instead, it blocked her off further from the alcohol. Contemplating retrieving the couple of bottles of vodka she had brought, she dithered on one spot, trying to decide between waiting for sustenance or having a crappy headache in the morning. It was then that someone actually stopped to talk to her. Being a relatively new addition to the squad, she didn't know all the names of all the players, especially the ones that were usually on the bench, but even without the introduction, she knew who Kayden Grace was. Talk of the gaggles of college girls, renowned womaniser/manwhore, drinker, smoker, partier and badass. And, of course, completely perfect looking. Ain't it always the way? She sighed inwardly at her own commentary, then turned on a bright smile and looked up at him. "Kayden, Kayden Grace. I'm Brandie. Brandie de Winters." A slight pause as she let him take in the completely overdone Bond tone, then continued. "Do you see how pretentious that sounds?" Her tone was light hearted, but honestly, she was sick of people introducing themselves to her like she should already know them. Granted, this time she DID know him, but that was completely beside the point.
Without saying anything further, she slipped through a tiny gap in the crowd and came back half a minute later with three cups of beer. Her eyes daring him to take one from her, she chugged one of the cups down in one go, slipped the cup onto one of the remaining ones, and sipped a second. In response to an unasked question, she shrugged one shoulder and stated, quite calmly, "It looks like I have some catching up to do." She sipped again, and then tried to stifle a laugh at the look on Kayden's face. Almost succeeding, she answered his first question. "Technically, no, I'm not here by myself - there are lots of other people here. But yes, I did travel to the party alone. My bike doesn't hold too many people, you see." Her eyes were glued to his face trying to gauge his reaction, even though she was pretty sure it was going to be the same sexist crap it always was - a girl, much less a girl that size, couldn't possibly handle a bike, so she must have come on a push bike, how cute.
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word count: 503
tag: kayden grace
outfit: clickers
notes: I r sick ):
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Post by kayden jeremiah grace on Nov 17, 2012 5:28:10 GMT -5
Kayden loved parties. Parties were his absolute favorite. He generally ended up getting laid and just having a grand old time. Every so often he got into a drunken fight. No one could take him generally. Kayden hadn't lost one since he'd gotten here. Where Ian Madison ruled beer pong, Kayden was master of fighting when it came to being drunk. He had the muscle... He had to be. Kayden played defense on the football team and he was one of the guys that had to be fast and tough. He had one of the hardest positions, linebacker. While Ian was the quarterback (and the star for offense), Kayden was linebacker (one of the stars for defense). Ian and Kayden had a strong rivalry going and it didn't seem like Ian liked Kayden all that much. Ian was a whole lot nicer and went out of his way to help people if it came down to it. Ian was more polite and sweet with new people, and once someone started a conversation with Ian, Ian Madison was never going to shut up. Kayden barely talked to anybody and when he did, he generally wasn't nice. Ian was basically the nicest football player that Kayden had ever met. Ian was a monster on the field but off the field? Nope. He was a nice guy, gentle, and calm. He was the guy that stayed in the corner and waited for someone to talk to him. Ian rarely got laid and Ian didn't care much for getting to know people unless they talked to him first. Ian had cussed Kayden out a whole bunch of times already for being an ass but truth was, Kayden had no plans on changing. No one could change him, and no one would tell him what to do, not even Ian. Kayden was pretty sure Ian was the only one he'd ever have trouble fighting with. Ian had that calm, collected persona that said he could fight but he was going to show it off... But Kayden just got the feeling that Ian could defend himself but they'd never gotten into a fist fight. The last time Kayden had tried to goad Ian into fighting with him, Ian hadn't bothered to raise up to the challenge. Most thought Ian was too much of a wuss to do it, but Kayden knew better. In Ian's eyes, Kayden was a waste of time. Eventually, Kayden was going to change Ian's view. He was going to beat the shit out of that guy. "That's a cute name. Brandie. I'll have to remember that. Why haven't I seen you around before?" Kayden Jeremiah Grace gave her a half smile. The goal was to get laid by the end of the night. Would she be down with that? He doubted it but he was going to try his best. She seemed more mature and not willing to drop her pants for anyone... But he was going to try. He usually succeeded where most failed. "Whatever ma'am. I could care less if it sounds pretentious. I have better things to worry about... Like getting wasted." He grinned. He didn't really care what she thought about how he introduced himself. If she didn't like him, he'd move on to the next girl. Kayden watched her disappear and he sighed. So he'd lost. He gulped down his cup of beer and was about to head to find another girl, when Brandie returned. He smiled easily, "Quite a bit. I'm surprised you came back, I thought you were going to find some other guy to talk to. Next time, it would be nice if you'd give me some warning." The more she drank, the more he smiled. She'd be easier to persuade if she was wasted like he was. "You're the first girl I've met that rides a bike. That's fucking awesome, girl. Go you! I drive a truck but that's because I have to drive my half brother, Kane around. He's only fourteen..." Most people didn't know about Kane but it was because Kayden didn't care to talk about him much... Except about the annoying parts. word count ;; 696 tagged ;; brandie de winters wearing ;; click !muse ;; rock me - one direction notes ;; sorry this took so long to reply to!
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Post by brandie on Nov 17, 2012 7:31:53 GMT -5
The last thing Brandie wanted to be doing at what could be the last party of the school year was tying herself to someone almost as soon as she got through the door. Completely aside from liking to mingle and chat with all the people she couldn't yet remember the names of (if, indeed, she had ever met them before), she didn't think that Kayden Grace was all as fantastic as the other cheerleaders were making him out to be. After all, if he was so amazing, why had none of them managed to keep him for longer than one or two romps in the sack? Surely all the truly 'amazing' guys were in committed relationships or at least had the capacity to settle down. Something about Kayden was telling Brandie that he REALLY wasn't the settle down type. Maybe it was the set of his shoulders, his fidgeting hands. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the wandering eyes. Even while talking to her, his eyes seemed to be seeking out a better target. Or maybe she was just paranoid.
She cocked her head at him, trying to figure him out. The infinitesimal buzz from whatever she had just had a drink of (she hadn't really looked while pouring it – she was more for speed than accuracy when it came to drinks, after all, it all went down the same hole) wasn't interfering with her thought patterns, but she honestly didn't know what to think of him. She knew what she wanted to think, but that was the same as probably every other girl on campus, and she wasn't going to end up breaking down after she'd under- or over-estimated a guy. At least, not again. Finally deciding that she'd figure it out later, she shrugged, more to herself than anyone. ”I'll let my parents know that you approve.” Her humour had always been of the dry variety, and drink made it even more so. Brandie's wit got drier and drier the more she drank, with the end result being that she was usually exceedingly sarcastic with a deadpan expression on her face. Then she'd crack up when people didn't get that she wasn't being serious. Ah, the follies of the youthful and inebriated.
”And if you ever feel like you need to write it down, say, in a little black book or something, it's Brandie with an I-E.” And it reared its head again. Luckily, one pint in, her humour wasn't too subtle. And neither was the hint – she was down for going into his little black book, but that didn't necessarily mean she wanted to stay and chat to him all night. After all, a lot of people would be upset with her if she monopolised Kayden. Wouldn't they? Either way, she'd figure out how to get rid of him without being too rude. Probably. Later. After all, if he wanted to talk to her, didn't that mean she was doing something right? Shaking herself mentally, she scolded her inner monologue that was running ten to the dozen, and returned to the actual conversation. ”Well, I've only been here one semester. I guess you could have missed me near the top of the pyramid, but then, you were always busy getting slammed.” She grinned, chugging the rest of the cup and sliding it beneath the last one. ”Damn, these things don't last long...” She grumbled, mostly under her breath, as she tipped the last cup towards her to see how full it was.
Brandie grinned. A man after her own heart, who knew? Well, most people on campus, but that was beside the point. ”Think I'll join you in that venture, if you don't mind.” Brandie enjoyed a drink, especially if it had alcohol in it (preferably copious amounts, but she'd take what she could get), and getting wasted was the best part. No inhibitions, no worries, no stress, and it felt like being pleasantly dizzy. Very light and floaty. Plus, it was kind of an adventure because when you closed your eyes you could be in one place, then the next thing you knew, you were sitting on the roof with the host of the party, both of you half undressed and doing all sorts. Brandie almost laughed at him. ”Warning? Nahhhh!! Gotta keep the men-folk on their toes!” She chirped, shaking her head, liking the sound of her earrings clinking, and the feel of her curls on her shoulders. She did laugh, though, as he enthused about her transportation. ”You sound, my friend, like you're a little bit jealous.” She looked up at him through her lashes, and leaned closer so her lips almost touched his ear. ”Wanna go for a ride?” Stepping back, she sipped her beer, her face alight with mischief. For a few seconds, the look stayed there, but, as it was more play than with any serious intent, the look faded to be replaced with a smile. ”It's sweet that you drive him around though. Most big brothers'd leave their siblings to rot without a second look. Trust me, I know.” She laughed again, finished her drink, and tossed the empty cups without a thought.
She looked away from him for a few seconds, thinking hard, and then, with a wide grin, grabbed his hand and pushed through the dancing crowd. Standing at the constantly opened front door, pushing aside a couple that were getting to know each other rather intimately, Brandie pointed down the driveway. ”That's my little baby.”
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word count: 920
tag: kayden grace
outfit: clickers
notes: I r suck
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