It's Five O'clock Somewhere (Open)

[Evony Vasiliev]

A low coo escaped the porcelain skinned swindler's lips as she attempted to make sense of everything the equally drunk girl was saying. Evy had to squint her eyes and focus on whatever was coming out of those pretty lips. Only to force her gaze away when the image of a certain tattooed beauty popped into her head. No! They weren't even a couple for goodness sake, why feel guilty? With a lagged shake of her head and puckered lips the girl leaned in, not caring for the mystery girl's space. "If...if y-you're famous can I get y-your autograph later?" She pouted, too intoxicated to care if the girl was lying.

Soon enough Evy was whisked away into a merry little waltz with the supposed celebrity, attempting to smile at the silly fun she was having. Her mind wandered where her body could not though and Evy was left mulling over whether Lucy was enjoying the backpack full of lollies left in her care. Evy's naturally quick footed figure lightly twirled around with the girl, occasionally bumping into a random stranger or grinding couple but that was of little concern. All she wanted to do was forget about her sorrows and drown in good feelings and good 'juice'.

The kitchen was where she was lead, a relatively calm area compared to the rest of the house. Almost on instinct she propped herself up on the bench, lightly swinging her feet against the cupboard.

With a freshly filled red cup forced into her hand Evy could do nothing more but weakly grin and nod her head. At least she was drinking juice now! "Salad..." She repeated dryly, before shrugging and downing the contents in one gulp. The liquid felt slick down her throat. A warm sensation growing in the pit of her belly.

Letting out a strained sigh she propped the cup on the counter next to her, lifting the strap of her bra up her shoulder as she attempted to enunciate what to say. "I...I uhh think I like someone...but they don't, I don't think she likes me back...", she mumbled, licking her lips and glancing at the mystery girl. "Feelings ducking...urgh i mean fucking suck", she frowned, crinkling her brow and lolling her head back in an attempt to let her hair back.

"My f-fingers feel all...tingly", she whispered aloud, staring intensely at her hand as if it was something completely foreign to her. They did feel strange, must've been the special juice.

[Jade Parrish]

"Nah, it didn't hurt too bad. Of course I guess I have a pretty high pain tolerance," she said with a shrug, although she knew the collarbone was a sensitive area.

When she'd jumped into the water, she waited for him, but then Jack got all up in Leo's face.

Jade watched the whole ordeal with Jack and Leo and rolled her eyes when Jack jumped in to splash Leo, making jokes about his dick and sex life, which honestly wasn't new to Jade. Apparently that was the main talk of the night. She bit her lip to hold back from saying something or purposefully going after the Jack kid. Parties were supposed to be fun and honestly, he was being that guy that ruined it by being a douche in the worst way. Jade didn't like to hold back from saying what she thought, but then again, Leo really didn't seem to care about what the guy said and it rolled off of him like the water Jack splashed him with. Besides, now Jack was slinking over to Vera.

She rolled her eyes as Leo resurfaced, whipping his hair to the side. She had to admit--she had a think for dark-haired girls and boys. "I swear if Vera sleeps with him..." she trailed off. "Anyway, you handled him like a champ. I like that you just let it roll off your shoulders. Even if everyone is talking about your libido and etc. tonight." She grinned at him, pulling her hair over one shoulder.

And then he suggested something that made Jade even more willing to hang around Leo.

You think the owner'd be upset if I jumped off the roof?

A smirk slowly spread across Jade's lips. "I'm not sure...but I'm willing to give it a shot to find out." Now that was an adrenaline rush. And Jade needed one to really get this night going. She looked at him, itching to go do so.

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What was the saying? Birds of a feather flock together? That's what Brooke would be saying if she was aware of Evony's plight with her tattooed beauty Lucy, as Brooke was in a somewhat similar situation with her lovely luv Astely, a girl that Brooke had an eye for, but not the guts or initiative to pursue outside of flirtatious jokes and friendship. But that certainly didn't matter now, Brooke had pleeeenty of people around to keep her company(most she didn't eve know the names of) and now this pretty blue bird was one of them. "Kay kay, ya wan' it on yer boob or yer butt?" Brooke had amazing calligraphy, especially when she was drunk, or so she'd like to believe.

Brooke merely giggled at the mispronunciation of her toast….or she would have if she'd caught it, but Brooke was giggling so much anyway, that she may as well have been.

And dawn! This blue bird was SOOO cute, Brooke could just eat her up. She wasn't even sure she understood too much of what she said, though when one was as drunk as these two, everything they said seemed to make perfect sense to one another. And Brooke spoke perfect slur. "I getcha…." she started as she poured herself another and filled up Blue's cup to the rim again. "Got me a cutie too, but then they don' even see all the 'ffection ya give so…" Brooke drowned herself in her glass until it was empty again before finishing. "Feelings suck!!" She agreed, lifting her empty cup high and squeezing her eyes shut tight.

She let out a belching battle cry.

Which only degenerated into more giggles as she finally set her cup down and took Blue's fingers into her own. "Tingly? But they're so pretty…." Brooke played with Blue's slender fingers, brushing her own in between them, over and under them, and then landed a two into her mouth where she sucked the taste right out of 'em. "Taste fine to me, I dunno what yer talkin' 'bout." Then again, Brooke's head was already floating. "I can't feel mah lips…c'n ya test 'em for me?" She grinned like a goof.