Let the Fun Begin (OPEN)

[Cole Kessler]

A weeks worth of planning was coming down to this. Cole had no girlfriend, which meant no attachments. This in turn meant it was time to get crazy and have his house warming party, or rather a party to break-in his new pad. Monday, he'd called his boss and been given the O.K. to not work tonight. Then right after that had called his landlord, who gave him the go ahead to host the party, which by their agreement was open the the entire complex. This worked out great beacuae the complex itself was occupied almost completely by Hammel and College students and some girls and boys who'd just graduated from High School and gotten out on their own.

Whether people showed up or not, Cole needn't worry about noise complaints. The few who had confirmed their presence, Cole knew from school, and a few of the girls in the complex had already gave him a firm "yes" to them showing up too. His boss had only agreed to this on the stipualtion of all driving guests turning in their car keys so that they could not leave. Cole was damn lucky to have chosen this apartment and it have young occupants and a younger-than-usual landlord.

He looked in the back seat of his truck. His good friend at the University knew some poeple who were old enough and they'd been cool enough to buy all the beer with Cole footing the bill. It made sense, it being his party, afterall. He looked to the passenger seat. Jalen sat relaxed, looking out the window. His mind flashed back to the night at they'd hung out at the club. She'd helped him get over the big break-up, then knocked out his ex-girlfriend who'd followed him to Vermont. "You ready for this big of a party, Jay?" He asked as they sped toward his apartment.

[Jalen August]

Jalen had been invited by Cole himself to come to his party, and she was happy to come. “I am so ready for this!” She said in an excited voice, a big grin on her face. Along with the alcohol in the back, the blonde had made some snacks for the guests, and had even bought Cole a kind of, housewarming gift. “It’s gonna be killer,” she said, her dark eyes looking at him, “so long as you behave yourself.” It was a bit of a warning, but also a joke. She was just worried about Cole’s feelings – something only a woman would be concerned with she was sure.

The blonde sat back in the passenger seat a bit more, unable to wipe the grin off her face. “I’m not totally impressed that you invited Zac, but I can’t wait to see him make a complete fool of himself.” Okay, so it was a bit cruel, but Jalen couldn’t help herself. She had promised Cole earlier that she wouldn’t kill Larousse, but that didn’t mean she was going to be civil either.

Tonight she was wearing a dark blue skirt with a black lace shirt, a huge obnoxious silver belt lay over both items right at her waist. It wasn’t that over the top, and Jalen actually pulled it off quite well. Her blonde hair was wound in tight curls – obviously not her natural curly hair. Dark blue feather earrings bounced around her neck in Cole’s car, framing her face nicely. It was going to be a fun night. She hadn’t really bothered telling Cody about it, but the thought never crossed her mind to do so. She did lots of things without telling him, as she was pretty sure he didn’t want to be bothered with every detail of her waking moments.

[Cole Kessler]

Cole laughed as she answered him. She was excited, which was good because he was too. "It'll be killer even if I don't. There's only one thing that could ruin tonight." Cole said hinting at what had happened the last time they'd socialized at a 'party'. "I'm always behaving, Jalen. It's you I'm worried about." He chuckled, joking of course; he couldn't resist it. As they neared the apartment, Cole heard the last of what she said, "If tonight goes how I think it will, you may see me he and I both make fools of ourselves. Not to mention you might get more than an eyeful of both of us." Cole explained. He had a habit of drinking, sure, but there was more to it, "I know you've seen me knock a few back, but when a Kessler drinks, a Kessler drinks 'til they can't hold no more." His accent had shown there, and quite a bit too.

It was an old saying that his father had told him and his brother when they were younger. Cole'd never really understood the words until he starting drinking in High School when he would get invited out by his friends. His parents would always say, 'Go have fun, Cole. But if you get arrested or try and drive I'm gonna beat the hell outta you, son.' So Cole would always be careful, but still drank more than anyone else could handle. They pulled into the complex's parking lot and parked the truck. Cole unloaded all of the alcohol and stashed his fridge full, along with three ice chests and a mini-fridge in his bedroom.

He grabbed all the bags of ice he'd gotten earlier today and poured them into the chests with ease, covering all the beer and cooling it off. He wiped the small beads of sweat from his forehead and looked around. "I'm gonna go take a shower. If you wanna start now, go ahead. Just tell anybody who shows up I'm in the shower." Cole said as he walked upstairs.

As he killed the water and stepped out of the shower, he took a moment to shave his jawline and trim his goatee before stepping out and across the hallway to his room. He hoped Jalen was still downstairs, otherwise she'd have gotten a good look at his bare ass. He pulled his boxers on and then his jeans and pulled them up halfway. He sat down and pulled on his boots, then stood and pulled his pants the rest of the way. He pushed the button through its loop and pulled his belt through the buckle tightly fastening it as well. He stood to go out the door before stopping and grabbing his sleeveless UA compression shirt and throwing it on as well

As he stepped out of his room, the light from the sun was about half as bright as it was when he'd gotten in the shower. He stepped back down the stairs and lit a cigarette, plopping himself on the couch as he took his first drag and blew the smoke upward. "And now we wait." He said, checking his phone to find more texts from the others. He took a moment to reply to them and relaxed some more.

[Jalen August]

Jalen grinned and laughed, shaking her head as she stepped out of the truck – not in heels for once. “Well I’m warning you now, if you two decide to put on a show I might throw up, and it won’t be due to the alcohol.” The girl always had something smart to say almost without fail. “So I wouldn’t worry about me if I were you.” Jay helped Cole carry things in, flicking on the lights to his apartment. “You’re not the only one who can drink their little heart out,” she said, setting the snacks on the living room table and kitchen counters.

Opening up bags of chips, Jalen gave Cole a small wave, “Alright! I’ll tell any cute girls to go right on up there!” A smirk danced across her face, pouring the Original Lays into some big bowls. She wasn’t really sure how many people were coming, but the snacks wouldn’t go to waste. Especially the mini cheesecakes. Those she had put into Cole’s fridge, lest someone like Zac steal them all.

The blonde heard the water stop upstairs and she stepped into the living room. Cole had a sound system to which Jay hooked up her own iPod, tuning it to the playlist entitled ‘Cole’s Most Excellent Party’. It was a long and unnecessary title, but it made Jalen smile and it was totally perfect. Cole took a while to come back downstairs, but when he finally did Jalen grinned. “You take longer to get ready than I do,” she said, pressing play on her iPod. The music came out really loudly and suddenly, and Jalen turned down the volume immediately. “Sorry!” She said, rubbing her temple – tonight she would not be getting a headache.

“And we wait,” she said, grabbing a beer and cracking it open before sitting next to Cole.

[Zachary LaRousse]

Zac was among the ‘few’ who adhered to the whole ‘fashionably late’ doctrine. Not once has he been early to a part, even to the ones happening in his own house. He believes that arriving late (and with a bang of course) draws people’s attention to him more, and thus boosting his ego by leaps and bounds. And besides, even if he tried getting on something early, with the insane amount of preparation that he goes through, he’d still be at least half an hour late.

The Prince doesn’t usually go to ‘parties’ in the middle of the week, but since he heard Cole just broke up with his on-and-off girlfriend, he figured why not. (Nope, that’s totally not sympathy). He even urged Robbie and JD to come along with him, very much like how he dragged the two to the party down at Horus’ a while back. Only this time, the two had valid arguments for them to be late. Yes, late not absent. After threatening the two to come lest they want to see their balls hanging from their drawers the next day, he happily retreated to his own room and spent another hour or two deciding on what to wear.

And he insists he’s not a princess.

After settling with a simple vest-plus-tank-top combo, he dashed to the shared bathrooms, took another hour to take a bath and a half-hour to make sure his hair’s done. No bother that it’d be under a fedora at that; he can’t have them looking unkept and hastily groomed.

Zac arrived way late, but not without a pack of booze on one hand and two girls on each side. (He insists that they were on their way to Cole’s place too; he just did a good deed and let them ride with him, just so L.C. knows). “Hey Cole!” he grinned, waving his arm up as he weaved through the sea of people, “Nice place you got here. Sure your neighbors don’t mind?”

“Oh yeah. These here are Alex-” -pointing to the blond- “-and Heather-“ -the brunette- “You remember them from Hammel right?” He wouldn’t blame him if he doesn’t; Zac barely remembered them until after they talked for a bit in his car. “We heard what happened Cole; we’re all sorry ‘bout that. In fact, Alex and Heather said they’d like to help,” he grinned as the two girls promptly made their way to Cole’s side.

And people say he’s a bad friend.

ooc:
Hopefully you don't mind me fast-forwarding it a bit. =P. Sorry if it took so long too. XD
- Jam

[Cole Kessler]

Cole had stood up and walked into the kitchen; removing his shirt because he wanted to and tossing it into the laundry basket. He opened the fridge and grabbed the last of his last batch of longneck beers. He placed the head of it in his belt buckle and popped the lid off. As he headed back toward the couch, he reached and pulled his hat from the wall above Jalen's head.

As he sat back down, and laid back, the door swung open and in came Zac, but he wasn't alone. In one hand rested beer, and on each side of him were two gorgeous young ladies. "Well, laides, come on in. LaRousse put the beer in the kitchen, grab a cold one and come join us in here." Cole moved one of his legs up to rest on the back of the counch and bent his other at the knee to allow one to sit next to him.

He removed his hat as he laid back against the pillow and put it on the back of the couch as well while resting his beer on his chest. "Well, I'm glad Zac has been able to invite such stellar guests to my place." Cole said charmingly as grinned at each girl's giggles.


Thirty-Minutes Later


More people had arrived and Cole was still just barely buzzing. He was on his seventh beer? Eighth maybe? He didn't count, but he could hold it in. As he vanquished yet another opponent at Beer Pong he looked around for Zac, "LaRousse!? Bring our two girls over here so we can kick your ass at some Beer Pong!" Cole said as he set up six cups at each end of the table.

[Jalen August]

Jalen wasn’t really surprised when she looked over from the couch she was sitting on to see Larousse and his posse enter the party. He was late – obviously it had taken some time to convince the girls now rushing to Cole’s side to come. The blonde raised her eyebrows at Cole, a small warning. One has crabs, the other, whatever Zac gave her Jay thought to herself with a grin. Good thing neither of them was a telepath.

Thirty minutes later.[/b][/u]

It hadn’t taken long for Jalen to be on her sixth or so beer, and that’s when she switched over to the coolers she brought. Beer got boring pretty fast. She was talking to some people here and there, and avoiding the hungry eyes of some of the boys who attended. She may have been drinking heavily, but she was only buzzing and the night had more fun to be had.

Dancing by herself, and with a group of girls here and there, she overheard Cole call Zac over for beer pong. She wasn’t sure what kind of state the brat would be in, but hey, she was in a great mood! Breaking off from the dancing body of people, the blonde stepped over beside Cole, and grinned. “Well if you get two girls on your side, I might as well be on Zac’s so he has a standing change against you,” she said. Had Cole not been half naked she probably would’ve patted his shoulder, or some other nice gesture.

“You really weren’t kidding about the strip show,” she commented over the loud music to Cole, a single eyebrow on her face raised. “Let’s play some pong!”

[Sidra Cotton]

Why Sidra had decided to attend a classmate's house party was a concept even she couldn't grasp. But she was there, and dressed in her usual style. So far nothing exciting had happened. People were drinking, underage or not, talking, and dancing to music not of her personal preference. It was, more or less, the average high school gathering without adult supervision.

It wasn't her scene and the goth was weighing her options on staying or leaving. It wasn't like she was actually enjoying herself. But the dorm was just as dull. She didn't have any outstanding orders to work on. Homework was done. Nothing. She was going to be as irritably bored back at the school or at the party. At least at the party she could watch people make complete idiots of themselves and use it against them later. Ah, ammunition. It was so much easier when people just handed it to her.

Leaning against the wall, Sidra settled into a casually relaxed position and watched. Just watched, gathering information and snippets where she could.

[Zachary LaRousse]

He’s been in the party for thirty minutes now and, surprisingly, Zac’s anything but drunk. He’s a bit tipsy, yes, but not to the point where he’ll begin stripping and randomly humping any stranger. He himself doesn’t know why. Bored? N’aww. He can’t say that. Not to Cole anyway. The music’s good awesome, the food’s lovely, but something just feels off.

Maybe it’s the fact that he can’t go and whore out to people as much. He does have to go and earn L.C.’s trust after all. It’s hard, but he knows he can do it. He must. (He did lose his vest to a girl and his hat to another just five minutes ago. As long as his pants are still on, that doesn’t count as flirting yet, doesn’t it?)

Lazily he flopped to the couch and checked on his phone. Still no messages. Damn. When will his two sidekicks going to be here anyway?

His grumbling was suddenly interrupted by Cole’s booming voice, urging him to come near him and play some ‘bong’. (Music too loud, he can’t hear properly). Alex and Heather were more than happy to come attach themselves to Cole’s shirtless form, so Zac didn’t really need to do anything more than get their attention and point to their host.

He was on his way towards Cole when he saw a familiar figure by the wall. It’s not like I could miss her anyway, he grinned, snickering to himself. “So what brings you here? I thought us lowly creatures don’t merit your…presence.” But then Cole (and now Jalen) are calling him so he had to cut his banter with ‘Vincent’s sister’ short.

Or does he?

Inwardly telling himself that he’d be going home with fang marks all over his neck, he happily grabbed dragged Sidra towards the table and smirked, “So I have a Vajayjay and a vampire on my team. You’re toast Cole.”

[Cole Kessler]

More people poured into his apartment. Mostly the girls from his complex who wanted to know what was going on. He noticed as the Goth Queen of Hammel leaned up against the door and Zac had approached her. So now it was Cole, Alex, and Heather versus Zac, Jalen, and Sidra. "Nice to see you still have your pants on, LaRousse."

Cole laughed at Zac's assumption of the game already being decided. It wasn't going to be like that at all. Cole had his secrets of the game from all the beer pong he'd played in High School, his friends even going so far as to call him unofficial beer pong king of town. It was all they could do for the boy considering he was still underage. "Alright, Zac, three-person teams? Three beers per team." Cole said as he grabbed six beers from a nearby ice chest.

Cole seemed like a professional bartender the way he poured all six beers so quickly and effeciently.Then he grabbed a thirteenth cup and set it in the middle of the table, pouring a full seventh beer in it. "Trickshot for first toss. And we're gonna do it differently. That cup is full of a seventh beer, loser of first toss drinks the full cup." Cole explained to them. He took the ball in hand, offering it to Heather, then Alex as they both declined to take the shot.

"Looks like I'm the shooter for my team. Pay attention, LaRousse, you might learn something."Cole said as he stepped back and turned around. He glanced over his shoulder, trying to get a feel for the cup. He took in a deep breath and looked ahead of him. He shot his arm forward, the ball bouncing off the wall, over his head, flying through the air and........ bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce.

Cole sighed as he turned around, "Whoops!" It was all he could say about that shot. "I ain't drunk enough for my shot yet. LaRousse, who's shootin' for y'all?" He asked as he felt Heather and Alex's hands come back around his back. This would indeed be interesting.

[Anna Pierce]

Anna never did fine the prospect of getting drunk appealing. She really wasn't a partier. She didn't really like drunk people either. They were annoying and stupid. She looked around the room. So why was she here. Well some friends of hers dragged her here agents her will. So now she stood there supporting the wall. This was her preferred placement at a party. She was close enough to see what was happening, but far away enough that unless some one really wanted to talk to her, most wouldn't. So there she decided to spend the night, as a almost silent watcher of the stupidity of drunk people.

As she looked around some one caught her eye. A game of beer pong was taking place. Her eye was caught by the guy with two girls hanging on him. Then her eye was caught by another guy walking toward her. He had been hitting on her most of the night. "No." She said before he even opened her mouth. He was annoying, to much of an attitude. And to much of a douchbag feeling to him. She had been saying no each time he came up to her. But he still hadn't gotten the message.

[Sidra Cotton]

As his hand circled her wrist and tugged, Sidra was at a loss for words. People didn't just grab her, that unfortunate incident at the Talk aside, it wasn't really dude's fault his power went nutty on her. Nor did they drag her. NOR did they demand she be a part of some... drinking contest.

"Not happening." She'd seen her fair share of kidneys damaged by the drink. Not just beer, but alcohol in general. One of the benefits of being a Med Examiner/Mortician's daughter. She knew what crap did to the body. "Did it ever occur to you to even ask if I drank. Let alone something that both smells and tastes like horse piss?"

Of course it hadn't. Because in Zac's tiny brain the world revolved around him. He was wrong, of course, but that didn't keep his delusion from affecting everyone and everything around him.

They were all idiots, and she wouldn't be at all surprised if someone called the cops on the underage drinking. Some of the kids there were from places other than the United States where drinking was allowed prior to the age of 21. But here, in Vermont, that law still held ground. Sidra may flaunt rebellion in the face of authority, but there was a difference between wearing pasties to a sex-ed chat and getting shit-faced drunk under age.

How many of those drinking had driven?

How many would end up on someone like her dad's table? Death had it's place, certainly, but damned if she was going to be a part of that.

Instead she thwacked the back of Zac's head. Hard. "Touch me again, you'll pull back a stump."

[Jalen August]

Jalen watched Zac finally approach, and while Cole set up the game, Sidra shied away from it. The blonde glanced at Zac after the Goth thunked him on the head. She shrugged at him, “Bummer, looks like it’s just you and me Larousse,” she said with a grin, taking the ball from Cole after he took, and missed, his shot. “Give that here Cole, let me show you how it’s done.”

Taking a couple steps back from the table in a similar fashion as Cole had done, she noticed a girl being harassed by some guy out as she turned around. Hmm, should anyone be concerned about that? She decided that if something bad escalated she would step in. Focusing on the game again, Jay looked back and guesstimated her shot, not really caring if she got it in or not. Turning her head back around, and with a flick of her wrist, Jalen let go of the ball and it bounced off the wall, off the floor, and into the cup it was supposed to be in.

She had turned around in time to see it happen, and her eyes lit up with glee. “Yes!” She said, doing a little happy dance before returning to the table. “Cole must not be able to concentrate,” Jalen commented to Zac, “those girls are distracting him.” She turned back to look at Cole, an eyebrow raised. “Drink up babe.” Jay glanced at Sidra, "Too bad, you could've been on the winning team."

[Zachary LaRousse]

Zac simply snorted and snickered when he heard Sidra’s rant. Not that he was expecting anything else from Hammel’s resident she-goth, but hearing it is just so different from just imagining it. It was glorious. “You do know that I don’t give a damn about what you have to say, right?” he said, winking and tugging Sidra closer to the table, tightening his arm around her waist, “Did your panties get caught in a metal wiring somewhere under your shirt and made you all prude and hoity-toity? Or is it that time of the month again?”

Nope. Zac doesn’t care. It’s all fun and games for him tonight after all. Just be thankful he’s not inebriated yet. Heaven knows he could just start rubbing on and dry-humping Sidra all of a sudden.

Her thwacking his head made him pull off and distance himself from her though. “God. Haven’t been laid in a long while, haven’t you?” Because everything can be attributed to unresolved sexual tension in the pompous teen’s world apparently. One of the reasons why he keeps on trying to hook his best friend up with someone really. “Tell you this, just play along and I’ll find someone blind enough for you to sleep with. Maybe then you’d lose some of your grump.”

At Jalen’s remark, he quickly glanced at the two girls and laughed. Who knew they’d do so well? “If I wouldn’t know any better, I’d say Cole can control his ‘pheromones’ and is making those two cling on him stronger than leeches will,” he laughed as he released the ball from his hand. It seemed to be going well, Zac grinning widely as the trajectory was just as he had calculated, until it hit a previously unseen bump on the table (Cheetos? Who put them in there?) deflecting it mere millimeters from the target.

“Hot damn,” he said as he grabbed three cups, handing one each to Jalen and Sidra, “My bad. I’ll try to do better next time?”

ooc:
Gawd this took so loooooong. I apologize. So so sorry. 'Cause it's late and crappy. D;.
- Jam

[Cole Kessler]

"Sumbitch!" Cole said as Jalen made the trick shot, "And here I was hopin' you wasn't no better shot than me." He told them as he took the cup from the table. He knocked it back in a few seconds, almost choking at one point as he felt Heather's nails claw his back gently. But he kept on, not a drop got spilt. As he tossed the cup aside, he took both girls back under his arms and waited for Zac's first shot. And laughed as he missed.

Cole took up the balls in his hand, "My shot now, bruh." Cole smiled as he readied his shot. The smile widened as he felt the wetness of Alex and Heather's lips his cheeks. As they pulled away he looked at his opponents across the table, "Know what the problem is LaRousse?" Cole asked as he launched the balls down the table simultaneously, each of them landing in a cup, "Y'all ain't drunk enough." He laughed with a fistpump. "Balls back, ladies." He said to them.

Ten Minutes Later

A grueling game this had become. A game of two on one: Jalen and Zac versus Cole and his drunk ego. He smiled at his opponents as he'd done with every shot. This time, though, it was too cocky a smile as he looked down and saw only one cup. He had to make this shot, it had been down to one cup for both sides for going on three minutes now.

Cole had taken the game to a whole new level when his belt and pants had come undone. Now they were barely hanging onto his waist. He could see Zac had attracted some attention as well, "Glad to see we both still remember how to subtly lose coverage, Rousse." Cole had taken it upon himself to remove the 'La' from his nickname for Zac.

Heather and Alex continued to flirt with him, going as far as to scrape their nails down his abs and stop about an inch from his waist. He shrugged the urges off for now though. He focused his blurred vision down the table, the cup seemed to taunt him. "Game!" Cole hollered as he let the ball leave his hand. It went well and the ball hit the cup, but not at the right angle. It spun around the rim.

At first Cole thought it would go unnoticed as Jalen was distracted. Then Zac's very rare show ensued with a bit of quick thinking. Cole sighed as he watched Zac finger the rim and pull the ball out. "Holy shit, Rousse HAS played beer pong before!" Cole said as he watched Zac's smile brighten and bring over some arm candy for him.

Cole returned his best friend's smile, "Your shot Ru-Ru." Alright, really? Cole had now made up a third nickname for Zac, he was clearly getting drunk.

((OOC: Zac used with permission.))