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Post by Blaine Everett Anderson on Dec 31, 2011 0:02:08 GMT
 
Blaine had been looking forward to this Friday for a good few weeks now. All the Warblers had, but for him? It was finally a chance for him to let loose, unwind. Just go crazy. While out and around Dalton, he tended to be the dapper lead singer of the Warblers, well behaved and didn't put a foot wrong, always handing in his homework and most definitely never saying anything socially unacceptable. A model student, if you liked. But if any of the teachers saw him at the Warblers annual party, they'd definitely have to re-think that.
Right now, he was laying upside down on the couch, back on the seat and legs over the cushions, tilting his head back to watch everyone upside down. It was starting to make him feel a little dizzy, sure, but that was probably just the alcohol starting to take effect. A few boys were playing poker in the corner, others just dancing to the blaring stereo, a few just laying around on the floor and talking. Blaine was happy where he was, happy to look like some kind of bat. He was pretty comfortable, too. Sweatpants, simple t-shirt, even his Russian hat. Blaine couldn't be happier. Wait, no, he lied. Where was his drink?
Slowly sliding off the couch, with a grunt of effort, he did a backwards roll, sitting up a little dazed and glancing round. He put it on a table, right? Which one? Blaine frowned in thought, before grinning widely to himself, spotting his cup on a far table and stumbling to his feet, running a hand through his hair as he crossed the room, trying to ignore the fact it was spinning a little. He hit a few pieces of furniture on the way, causing him to mumble 'sorry's' to an end table and a couch, before finally reaching the table that had his cup on. Blaine reached out for it, only to bump hands with someone else, looking up at them and smiling a little. " Oh, sorry. But that.. um.. CUP. That cup is mine. "
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Post by Sebastian Sinclair Smythe *Awy on Dec 31, 2011 2:31:03 GMT
  Okay, so maybe he had had one too many drinks. It was like Sebastian could really tell or care. Normally, he was carefree and tried to be dapper but it didn't work as well on him as it did on Blaine. He just didn't possess the ability to be that dapper. He was more of the grou bad boy. Not that he ever use it on anyone. Never found someone he wanted to try it on. Though it may very well come in handy one day. Supposedly, people love the bad boys.
Though he was currently trying to remmeber where the hell he left his drink. He'd already tripped over a chair that he will swear up and down jump out at him. Sebastian tends to be a happy drunk. He laughes and genrally goes goes with the flow. Though he is extra giggly tonight for some reason.
Finally locating what he thought might be his drink, he makes his way over towards it. managing to avoid another of those jumping chairs that are roaming around here. When he reaches for the cup his hand bumps someone else's. Oh, sorry. But that.. um.. CUP. That cup is mine. He smirked a little but then started to giggle. Apparently, I'm not the only one losing my drink tonight.
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Post by Blaine Everett Anderson on Jan 24, 2012 19:46:14 GMT
Blaine knew his hand bump buddy, it was Sebastian. A little younger than himself, though his maturity made him seem older. Tonight though? They were both acting like a pair of five year olds on a sugar rush, and to be honest, Blaine didn't even care. He was just there to enjoy himself, live a little. That's what parties were for, right? He wasn't just going to sit in the corner and mope while all the other Warblers danced and got drunk. That, Blaine knew, would be pointless. Apparently, I'm not the only one losing my drink tonight.
[/b][/color] Sebastian giggled with a smirk, and Blaine just grinned lopsidedly. " Apparently not. That's like.. so cool.. we both lost our cups.. cups.. how totally awesome. "[/color] Blaine waffled, not really sure where he was going, blinking a few times before shaking his hand. " Anyway.. I'll help find your cup. "[/color] Turning out to the room of people, Blaine cupped his hands around his mouth. " Warblers! Attention, pleeease. There is.. a rogue cup.. somewhere.. find it..? "[/color] Looking round the room, Blaine frowned slightly. " Hey, cup! Cup! "[/color] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify]
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Post by Sebastian Sinclair Smythe *Awy on Jan 28, 2012 0:16:35 GMT
Drinking was something that took away the mature edge that Sebastian normally had about himself. Though when he was drinking, he didn't rightly care. Drinking was too much fun. Especially when doing it with ones's friends. Though he was still needing to find his drink so that he cold continue drinking. The drink he had found had seemed to be Blaine's and not his. That didn't make this any better for finding his drink. Apparently not. That's like.. so cool.. we both lost our cups.. cups.. how totally awesome./ He chuckled a little bit. It's be more awesome if I could find my drink. Anyway.. I'll help find your cup. Sebastian raised an eyebrow as Blaine turned to the room of people and cupped his hands around his mouth. Warblers! Attention, pleeease. There is.. a rogue cup.. somewhere.. find it..? He laughed again. You're funny, Blaine. Hey, cup! Cup!
[/color][/b][/i] Sebastian slumped to the floor laghing at this point.
TAGGED; Blaine STATUS; Complete! WORDS; 206 MUSE; NOTES; this sucks sorry [/justify][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/font] |
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