It's Five O'clock Somewhere (Open)
Aug 11, 2013 15:11:28 GMT -5
Post by Callum Bowen-Lund on Aug 11, 2013 15:11:28 GMT -5
“Cheers you slutty ass ratchet hoes!”
It goes without saying that at this point in time, Callum was wasted to the point of no return. He wasn’t puking or fumbling down just yet but he’s fairly sure one more shot of anything – even something as mild as a cooler – would send him down that road. So after sharing a couple of shots with the group of people that had accumulated around Raphael (and putting the glasses down properly on a table, because he’s not that drunk), the blonde begun dancing and grinding around everyone, may it be person, table or wall.
“Darling, nobody has ‘dropped it like it’s hot’ ‘cause that’s so last decade ago,” said Callum as he danced with another blonde just behind the group (guy or girl, he couldn’t really tell and at this point, did it even matter?). He did roll his eyes and chuckled a bit, just to let her know he was just kidding, though since he slurred just a bit while saying that, no one could really be sure if she even heard him properly or not. “And besides, right now, it’s all about not dropping that thun thun nun.” He continued saying/singing that one line, despite the fact that the music that’s playing was totally not that.
This went on for a while, with Callum going from one person to another, probably making out with someone else every once in a while. At least, until Miley Cyrus’ ‘We Can’t Stop’ came on.
“Shut. The. Front. Door,” the blonde yelled, “THIS IS MY JAM!” His secret jam at least. He only danced to it when he’s in the shower or alone. And apparently, when he’s drunk as fuck.
He swam across the sea of people to a table, climbed up, took his shirt off (more like tore it off, but same thing) and began dancing. “Cause we can’t stoooooop, and we won’t stoooooop~”