Sorry For Party Rocking

[Reece Morgan]

Backdated to December 30th 2013

Reece knew not everybody had homes to go back to and some who did, just didn't feel like they wanted to, like him, so he had sent out fliers on the down low to every single dorm room to come over to his room that night. He had every single snack known to mankind stocked up in the makeshift pantry he made out of the kitchen area and bottles of soda and a variety of drinks were lined up on the floor. There was promise of booze which Kodi was supposed to supply so that was taken care of.

There should be no sobriety tonight, he had promised himself.

A few hours later, a few people turned up and Reece played the host. Soon enough, the party started to spill out of the dorm room and he was seen talking up a group of girls who were giggling and punching his arm playfully. This was looking to be a good party.

[Savvy Bishop]

Savvy kinda felt overdressed. She'd never been to a party at the dorms before, so she hadn't known what to expect, and she'd worn the same thing she wore for the Christmas party which now made her feel silly. Pretty, yes, but silly. Even though she was fifteen now, she still felt fourteen. Or even thirteen.

The girl she'd arrived with - a friend from one of Savvy's many school club dabblings - had already ditched her soon after walking in the door, and now Savvy was doing her best to seem like she belonged. As one of the few commuting students, she didn't get to know others as well as those students who lived on campus, and as the youngest of her family she had the largest protective web of people around her, which made her... inexperienced, to say the least. Naive, innocent, easily influenced - she was like a blank canvas who'd come waltzing into Jackson Pollock's studio: she was certainly going to take some damage tonight.

Everyone seemed to be having a good time - Savvy definitely liked the music, at least, though she was a little self conscious about actually dancing, since most people seemed to just be milling about. She also wasn't sure about the whole 'drink' situation. Savvy had only recently had her first taste of alcohol at the urgings of one of her older sisters, and she wasn't sure if she could trust the drinks here, or if she should just go with it. For now she walked around empty-handed, smiling at the people she knew in passing, hoping her blush was hidden in the dark as she felt awkward in her little gold dress. She'd gotten the dress because she had wanted to stand out at the Christmas party, but now she was kind of hoping to blend in, and the shimmering fabric was making that difficult.

[Reece Morgan]

Reece was already on his third beer that night and was grinding up against anybody who didn't shove him away. He was glad everyone was having a good time. At least they weren't alone on New Year's Eve.

He noticed a very shiny blonde enter the room and who was he if he didn't dance up to a shiny blonde? Grabbing a cup and filling it with beer, he dance over to her and yelled out a greeting over the music and handed her the cup.

"Did you just arrive?" He asked loudly, swaying to the upbeat tunes.

[Savvy Bishop]

Savvy was - okay, maybe a little overwhelmed. But she was trying! That was what mattered, right?

She was incredibly relieved when someone approached her, bringing a drink, and took a sip before she even-

It was hard not to do a spit take. First: because the drink was kinda gross (Claudia had given her the sage advice that she - Savvy - would probably like the girlies drinks better. Like Jungle Juice, which was apparently some sort of drink, though the name reminded Savvy of summer camp), and second: because the boy who'd given it to her was... swoonably attractive.

Nao? Who was Nao? All Savvy knew was that she was so totally in love with this guy, and she had already cast him as her personal knight in shining armor.

She managed a smile that looked confident enough, even if it wavered with a touch of nervousness, and gave him a "hey" back as she took his cue to get a little more into the music - and drink again - and nodded. "Yeah... I live off campus." For some reason she felt the need to explain, which was stupid. She should've just said yes and left it at that. Or maybe she should ask him something? In absence of anything to ask him, she took another sip. "Thanks," she held it up to him, trying to look... coy? Or somehow seductive? It wasn't something she usually achieved, it was more like just a regular smile. But a pretty smile, nonetheless.

[Olivia Baker]

Liv hadn't expected to go to Reece's party. She felt like an idiot wearing the only dressy outfit she had along with her sweet crutches and bandaged leg. It was feeling better, but she still couldn't really be on it for too long before shooting pain came through her leg. A few more days the doctor told her... how about a few more painkillers?

The party was a lot bigger than she'd expected at this point. Beer wafted into her face the second she opened the door and she quickly spotted Reece talking to one of the Bishop girls, the youngest one she was pretty sure. A little young huh? She raised a brow but didn't judge as she made her way across the dorm looking for a good place to make her lookout over the party. Maybe in a bit she'd try to dance, but she wasn't going to dance alone and she hadn't come with a buddy. 

Liv grabbed herself a beer, cracked it open and took a swig of the seriously disgusting tasting beer, watching Reece as he tried to dance with this poor girl. She'd say hi, but she didn't want to risk interrupting. He'd spot her sooner or later. 

[Reece Morgan]

Reece nodded at the fact that the girl lived off campus. That should be fun. He supposed if he wanted to, he could have asked his parents for a rental outside but no. That would require actually talking to his parents.

The little cup salute the girl offered was met with his own as he finished his off in one gulp. "You're a little stiff, honey. Shake what your mama gave you a little!" He chuckled, throwing his hand up and doing a silly shake that distracted him enough not to see Olivia hobble in.

Had he seen her, he would have asked her to leave. What was she doing here still in her crutches?

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As this was his dorm room and the party Reece was throwing was happening in his dorm room, Anthony thought it was only proper that he make a valued appearance at the party, one which he was sure would be collectively appreciated by his roommates in the future, even if they didn't know it yet. And since Anthony was god's gift to the world, he felt no need to dress in more than jeans and a burgundy t-shirt, no shoes as this was still his room, there was no need for shoes. Only socks.

There were reasons why he hadn't gone home for the holidays, the number 1 and 2 reasons being mom and dad, not necessarily in any order, and since Anthony didn't like being used as a bargaining chip between the bickering adults, he opted to stay here. In Vermont. On campus. In the dorms.

Which was fine! There were plenty of other students who also stayed behind. Like the pretty brunette over there with the crutches. He bobbed his head like a dork to the music and sidled up to said girl. "Hey, Livvy! Glad you could make it!" Anthony leaned against a chair in an attempt to be swave but it slid as soon as he put his weight on it and he nearly stumbled over with it. He straightened himself, crossing his arms awkwardly with a face of 'don't mind me' as he took another drink of beer. "Heh…I meant to do that," he tried to convince Olivia with a derp smile.

[Savvy Bishop]

His words - and another larger sip of the beer - definitely put her at ease a bit, having to grin at his expression. She still wasn't quite wise enough to be able to tell when someone had been drinking, or how much, so she really just figured he was outgoing and funny- and adding that to the list of cute and considerate (yup, bringing her a drink counted for that), he was practically the perfect man already.

Her standards were kinda low. That was how she managed to 'fall in love' with a new guy every week. But usually the guys she crushed on were farther away - this was definitely one of the first time's she'd been so close to someone she had decidedly crushed on. Or at least so close with them making a point to notice her.

She definitely did as he suggested, even if it was partially in jest (like she'd try to dance for real... she'd much rather laugh about it with him). "I'm Savvy," she leaned a little closer while she was speaking, just to be heard over the music, and held out a hand for him to shake.

[Olivia Baker]

Liv watched as Anthony came into the room. Yes, thank God, another friendly face. She didn't know Anthony all that well, but well enough to carry a conversation at a dorm room party. She wondered how long it'd take for this thing to get busted. No doubt there'd be consequences but at this point Liv cared so little about anything that she didn't care. She'd changed a lot in the past month and the constant up and downs of her attitude were starting to get annoying. Her roommate actually suggested that maybe she went and talked to Sean. She nearly cunt punched her.

"Hey Anthony." She smiled when he saddled up next to her and made some weird attempt to be smooth or something with a chair that went terribly wrong. She chuckled "Oh yeah, totally graceful." She shouted over the music, taking another swig of her beer. "Nice party outfit." She chuckled. She felt stupid for wearing a dress, she normally wouldn't but she was stuck in dresses with her stupid leg. Her wide array of skinny jeans and leggings just did not work over the heavy bandaging.

[Carleigh Davidson]

Carleigh had received a flyer about a dorm room party, and although she didn't recognized the dorm number it seemed fun! She loved any sort of social event and the chance to meet new people. It wasn't like she would be going back home when her family either hated her or didn't notice her half the time. So, here she was.

After a few minutes of struggling to find the dorm as she was unfamiliar with the area. Finally, Carleigh heard the pounding music and let herself into the appropriate dorm room. Her eyes darted across the room, seeing if there were any familiar faces to start a conversation with. Not that that ever held her back before.

Carleigh wore a navy blue dress that flattered her figure and a black chiffon bow that held some of her hair back out of her face. She projected confidence, even with her simple attire and the deep bags that were somewhat concealed under her eyes.

[Reece Morgan]

Unaware of how the blonde was already 'in love' with him, Reece continued to get into the music with his swaying and mouthing the words every now and then.

When she leaned in, Reece met her halfway and nodded with a shake of his hand. "Reece Witherspoon." He introduced himself before laughing. "No no no, Reece Morgan! Or Reece's Pieces. Either way, it's a pleasure." He bowed a little and grinned. "You're not in my class, are you?"

[Savvy Bishop]

As well as being very attractive, Savvy was also finding the cute guy very entertaining. She definitely felt a lot better being at that party around him - and her now half-empty beer - than a few minutes ago when she'd been alone.

His jokes were good enough for Savvy, and she giggled, laughing even more when he gave a little bow. Yeah, okay, Reece was so totally her crush of the month - nay, the year! For however many hours that would last. "Reece's Pieces it is, then!" She grinned, "Feel free to call me-" she hesitated for only a second, "Something that includes the word Savvy." The look was delighted and self-deprecating even as she felt significantly less awkward about it.

She shrugged as he asked about her class. She hadn't seen him in any of her classes, but maybe they just had radically different schedules. "I'm a freshman," she offered, and took another drink of the still-kinda-disgusting-but-getting-better drink in her cup. She really liked the way it was making her feel, except the heat on her face. "But I like to think I'm still pretty classy." His jokes had somehow encouraged her to return with her own, and she was well aware how cheesy they were, but hoped he'd appreciate.

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Anthony managed to keep the smile on. Keeping the cool on. Yup. He rolled his head down then looked up at Olivia like a sheepish little boy. "Thanks. I picked it out myself." Aaand showing off them perfect pearly whites.

He looked down at her 'bare' legs, cocking his head to the side. "Nice stocking you got there. Really brings out your eyes you know?" Anthony laughed at his little joke and took another drink. "I guess the dress looks good too," he added as an afterthought and shrug of a shoulder.

[Olivia Baker]

Liv laughed when he called her bandage a stocking, nice of him to not ask what happened, she was getting sick of telling that story to be honest and wasn't looking forward to the ugly five in scar it no doubt would leave. "Thanks. I think it compliments my crutches quite well." she said as she leaned them up agains the wall. She figured she could stand on her leg for a little while of not only to be able to drink beer less awkwardly.

"I'm surprised you're still here. Most of the people worth talking to went home a week ago." She said as she took a sip starting to get accustomed to the taste of the crappy beer. This was only the second time she'd been drinking but she was starting to develop a palette for the stuff, her tolerance was still shit though and she was starting to feel it.

Her eyes glanced over to where Reece was still talking to the blonde girl. A tinge of... something uncomfortable bubbled up in her stomach. Was that... jealousy? No... that'd suggest that something was there which there definitely was NOT. They were friends and this was the booze.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

It'd actually been a pretty abhorrently shitty few days for the Australian ink manipulator. Between the intermittent news of another potential year at Hammel and the inconceivable way she ruined whatever she had with the OCD Queen, Lucy was pretty glad she met finally Reece. When the concept of a party was in the air, how the hell could he say no?

She'd been there for a little while now, procuring enough alcohol to almost put up with being in a room of people she was bound to hate anyway. Rowan was supposed to be there, too. Where was he?

The eldest Serrano swung around – bottle in hand – as she searched for her beloved Boston boy. He'd probably found something to keep him busy, and she wasn't about to block the guy from having fun. Besides, her dark eyes were about to light up. Sawyer'd only just walked in.

"Oi! You! The hot chick with the nice ass." She called out, waving the bottle in the voice mimic's direction, "C'mere!"