No Food For Vegetarians [Open!!]

[Terrance Kellam]

This time. This time was going to be killer.

Without getting any kind of permission from housing, TK had began setting up the foam machine and fogger in the lobby, making sure that certain things such as the TV were protected in some way… from the foam, at least. Partygoers were a different story and were not his problem.

Punch bowl. Spiked. Of course. TK had already partaken in more than a few cups, so his vision was blurry and he was feeling good for the first time in a long time. His dream was completely forgotten and he could return to being his 'normal' self, at least for the night.

Lights were dimmed and enough glow sticks for thirty or so people. More than one spiked beverage. Food galore. It was a bit classier than last time, with not as much of the unnecessary things laying about, such as fruit and veggies, party hats, and random games on the wall. Nope. This time, none of that was included (TK felt the "veggie-heads", as he called them in his tipsy state, were going to have to deal with the chicken wings).

TK looked around at his work, just like before, and smiled, watching a few of the random students either pass by or stop for food, staying for the music or whatever. More people would be showing up soon. It was only 9. They had until the wee hours, as long as they weren't shut down.

He'd already had another cup of whatever substance was going to be providing everyone with a buzz and was sipping. Tonight was all about forgetting. Forgetting the previous year, forgetting friends that were going to be leaving, and forgetting anything depressing.

Tonight was going to be a good night… hopefully.

[Rhett Goddard]

Is this his hundredth party now? Rhett wondered as he entered the place. Not like he had been in any of T.K.'s parties, but he both had heard of them, and had learned of them via his abilities. When he learned of the new one, he decided it was time he checked one for himself, if anything to see which version of the rumors were true, as none all of them were good ones. And for the amount of people he saw in the place, the bad ones were more correct. It's still early, though.

After examining the place good enough, he walked up to the punch. Spiked, he knew and you couldn't even tell for the taste, and no, it had nothing to do with ESP. It was a teenagers' party, it was obvious it was going to be spiked. If anything, someone should add more alcohol to it. Where's LaRousse when you need him?

Walking to the snacks, he saw the famous Terrance staring blankly, so after picking a bag of some strange spicy snack he hadn't seen before, he walked up to him and leaned to the closest surface he could find while directing his eyes at all the other people, away from T.K.'s, as to look uninterested in... anything.

"Wasn't there a drunken fight in one of your last parties?" Rhett asked as he went into his first spicy chip. "And I'm just asking because I don't see the alcohol." He made an uncomfortable face as he noticed the chips were far more spicy than he had originally thought they would be. Heck, they were really spicy. "If there's no more alcohol," He looked down at his bag of chips. "at least do say you have more of these."

[Terrance Kellam]

…So, the first comment about his party was a bad one? Who the hell was this guy? TK rolled his eyes, taking a chug of the spiked punch. "If there was, I don't remember it," he swirled his juice, hoping to point out that he was probably drunk out of his mind last time, too. "The punch is spiked, but just enough for everyone to get a buzz. The real stuff is with me…" he said boldly. He didn't feel like dealing with shit today. It was proving to be a bad time in his life; his party was not going to be one of them.

TK pulled one of those really, really small bottles of Ciroc out of his pocket, unscrewing the cap and downing the entire thing in one gulp. It tasted like shit, but the taste was temporary. He dug his hand into his pocket to pull out another, handing it to the other guy. "I've got more of these. All the food you see is all the food you get…" Things were spinning a bit -- after all, he'd been drinking for at least two hours already -- but he maintained his composure.

To eliminate any lingering taste of the pure Ciroc shot, he sipped the spiked punch. It helped… somewhat. "Who're you anyway? You look familiar."

[Rhett Goddard]

Gladly, Rhett received the small bottle of what seemed to be vodka. He wasn't a big fan of it, but it was better than nothing, and heck Rhett needed the alcohol. Investigation follow-up on the rumors wasn't the only reason Rhett was at T.K.'s party, he also needed a time off. All the stress and discomfort the Odion situation had caused him was finally getting on him, and after a year or more of always having someone to rely on if needed, feeling alone was not something he missed. He missed France, but he missed Odion more.

"Vodka." Rhett said as he opened the bottle and then drank it all in one gulp in the same way Terrance did. "Hmm..." He made another uncomfortable face as the strong taste passed his mouth. "Not a fan, really. By any chance, do you happen to have any tequila or will I have to settle?"

Rhett probably seemed demanding, and well, he probably was, but he didn't know T.K. nor cared what he thought of Rhett. Actually, as it was confirmed by Terrance's question, the guy didn't even know Rhett. He was only here for some fun.

"I'm the guy asking for more booze," Rhett said to T.K.'s question as he continued his spicy chips. "clearly, so, is there more booze? Entertain me, your guest."

[Zachary LaRousse]

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Of course Zac would make an appearance in Terrance’s party.

While he doesn’t usually attend such parties like these – i.e. organized within the school premises, limiting alcohol presence and consumption, thus regarded as pretty ghetto within the elitist jerk’s book – he did have a hand in making it possible (or at least his ego says he did have a hand) so he should at least pop in to see if things were going quite well. He did have an image to maintain after all. (Don’t ask me what that so-called image entailed though. I’m pretty much clueless at how that twisted brain of his works too).

He was surprised at how the whole thing turned out to be. It wasn’t an A-list party of sorts, but it’s not too shabby either. The absence of the tacky wall games and weird party favours really made things a whole lot better in Zac’s mind. Seemed like Terrance really learned a lot from last year. (He didn’t exactly attend it; he and a few friends decided to check it out just for the fun of it, leaving within the first five minutes to sneak out and attend a local club after).

“Nice job with the fog machines dude,” yelled Zac when he finally found Terrance, slinging an arm over the boy’s shoulder like they’ve been friends since the beginning, “Might need to bring out more glow sticks though. I’m jealous I don’t have with one right now.” He took a quick swig of the Jose Cuervo he had on his other hand before noticing Rhett in front of him. “And just where did you come from? I thought you’re already dead. Your ginger boyfriend probably thought the same too; he’s with another blonde weirdo now.” For a second there he felt really accomplished, feeling like he just told Rhett something really unsettling, then he remembered the boy’s power. “But you already knew that, didn’t you?”

[Terrance Kellam]

"Right now…" he fought with his brain, attempting to make a proper sentence, and one that wouldn't land him in jail for saying something stupid, "…just settle." Yay. Success. "I might have more in my room later…" Whoops. Well, at least it was clean.

"Entertain you…?" No. Bad thoughts. Bad thoughts. TK moved in closer to Rhett, taking a swig of the drink -- actually, TK finished off what little was left in the cup -- throwing it to the ground afterwards. "Like… how?" TK's mind went in a completely different direction than what Rhett probably meant…

Of course, that's when an arm was thrown over his shoulder. TK was caught off guard, forgetting that Zac was there when he went shopping for the whole thing. "Oh… hey you," TK smiled…

…Bad thoughts. Bad thoughts…

Not exactly 'bad' but… yea.

He heard 'boyfriend' and snapped out of his naughty train of thoughts, looking from Zac to Ethan. "Boyfriend?" Another look from one boy to the other.

Cue bad thoughts that have more of a chance of happening...

One could only hope TK -- the master of all tongues -- had enough control to contain his thoughts.

[Rhett Goddard]

"Yeah," Rhett rolled his eyes at T.K.'s comment on getting more from his room later. "not gonna happen, bud, but nice try."

Rhett gave T.K. another look. In all honesty, the boy was not bad-looking and it made Rhett wonder a bit how he looked shirtless as he seemed to have a very good body, but beyond that, Rhett's eyes, and mind, was only fixated on Odion. Unfortunately for T.K., if he was indeed attempting to sloppily flirt, he had no chance whatsoever, and so, Rhett decided to ignore the entertaining question, as he saw that it was not going to lead anywhere comfortable.

The appearance of Hammel's biggest nuisance turned out to be fortunate, as he quickly diverged the topic into something else.

"Do you even have a stick?" Rhett inserted in between the Asian boy's words, which he quickly seemed to regret as now Zac was directing his attention at Rhett. "Aww, so you noticed my absence, cous?" Did I just say -that-? "I'm touched."

It was strange to have one person that apparently knew far too much about Rhett's current status on Hammel just next to one that doubtingly even knew Rhett's name. He was, apparently, even surprised at the mention of the word "boyfriend". Who'd say, not all gays have a good gaydar... Rhett grabbed another spicy chip before rolling his eyes at Zac's last question.

"Yes, boyfriend?" Rhett asked T.K. back before looking back at LaRousse. "Of course I knew, Drakey." He nodded slightly. "By the way, I didn't know you had met my new boyfriend." He turned his face to T.K. while passing his right hand around the boy's shoulder. "Kelly, honey, why didn't you tell me you had met my dear friend Drakey, eh?" He asked softly. "You would have just said you met an Asian guy with a terribly fake hair-color and I'd have known who you meant."

[Zachary LaRousse]

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When Zac first manifested, parties like these almost always made him nauseous. (It would’ve been smarter to just avoid such events altogether, but clearly that wasn’t and would never be an option for the mimic). It wasn’t so much the (loud) music or the alcohol that messed him up as much as the pheromones the teenagers around him release. Animals are highly sensitive to such things after all. Initially, the libido that’s suddenly put upon him made him vomit so much that he’d be pretty much incapacitated for the rest of the night. Training though has helped him control his powers and even use the sensations he get to his advantage.

Which meant that now, pheromones that people release when they’re feeling ‘needy’ – like what Terrence was doing just now – send the mimic to quite the frenzy.

He unconsciously licked his lips as he faced the two other boys, taking a quick swig of his drink as Rhett spoke. “I’d ask you the same thing, but everyone knows you always have a dildo up your ass. That’s why you’re so uptight all the time.” He lowered the hand he had around T.K.’s shoulder and used it to give the blonde’s butt a loud smack. Rhett’s ‘cous’ comment was a little lost to the mimic, partly because of the music and of the buzz that’s starting to come in. “Of course. You think I won’t notice when my stalker – who always takes a video of me while I’m in the shower and even gives me head during the nights when he feels particularly bold – is gone for more than a week? Please.”

The whole boyfriend comment threw him off though. “Wait what? You? And him? Together?” Woah. Even that’s something new. T.K. he could see going after someone like Rhett but the other way around? Something just doesn’t seem right with the whole thing. “Have to admit, he is a whole lot better than your ginger ex. A little inexperienced but he seems eager to be taught, very much so.”

He’s not one to believe something that easily though, especially with Rhett. “So if you’re really together, you wouldn’t mind showing me proof right?” taunted Zac, pulling away from T.K. and looking at the two with his arms crossed, “I mean, asking you to make out in front of me won’t be much of a problem, wouldn’t it?” He raised an eyebrow as a smirk appeared on his face. “Make me believe and I promise I’d behave for the rest of the night.”

This ought to be good.

[Terrance Kellam]

… What the hell was going on?

TK, in his horribly drunk mind, was confused beyond belief. First, Rhett tried to push away his advances, next thing you know, they were a couple? And Zac was asking for proof?

This is one weird ass dream…, he thought. Somehow, it completely slipped his mind that he was at his own party. But, since it was a dream, he was going to live it out like one. He seemed to have woken up and now had full control over the dream. All he needed to do now was enjoy it before he was waking up to reality.

Can't my dream boyfriend make a better nickname for me than Kelly? He blinked, and smiled, looking from Zac to Rhett as the dare to make Zac believe was spoken. "C'mere, honey," he leaned in to kiss Rhett, closing his eyes in the process.

If, for some odd reason, Rhett allowed this to allowed, here is what TK did: after initiating the kiss and not letting go for some time -- no quick pecks here -- TK would rub his right hand on one of Rhett's legs. He was going to go further, but TK figured he would scare his dream boyfriend off too soon.

[Rhett Goddard]

"Don't mirror yourself in me, Drakey," Rhett replied to Zac's dildo comment. "I have a boyfriend, I don't need a dildo like you do."

His next statement, Rhett didn't give the pleasure of responding to. Zac could definitely do better than that and arguing and half-hearted statement was not fair to any of them. And here I thought he was going to be harder to fool... Rhett rolled his eyes as Zac reacted to the whole TK-Rhett thing. Then again, when he asked proof, Rhett was rather relieved that it was, indeed, not that easy to play to play with the Asian. Now that's the Zac I remember.

Knowing TK's drunkness level, and taking into account his previous subtle advances on Rhett, the blonde knew exactly what was going to happen before anyone reacted. If Rhett wanted to keep the charade, it was going to become risky business. He was definitely not going to kiss TK, specially not after making a big fuss to Odion about not kissing Lani, but still, he wanted to keep playing the game, even if he knew that Zac was as stubborn as him, and now that he had the idea of watching Rhett and TK kiss, he wasn't going to drop it.

"You behaving?" Rhett timed it perfectly, saying the words as he took a step forward towards Zac to place a finger in his chest. "Like that can totally happen." Point taken, the moment after Rhett took the step forward, TK leaned to kiss Rhett, or the space where he was. "Oh, please, Kelly." He turned his face around to look towards Terrance. "We're not putting up a show for Zac." He took two steps back and positioned himself behind TK, hugging him from behind and resting his head in the boy's shoulder. "He'll then ask for a threesome and you know about Asians and sizes, it wouldn't be anywhere near entertaining."