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Post by Emm. on Sept 1, 2007 10:44:33 GMT -5
Year laughed sardonically, then took a healthy drink, trying to think of something good enough for her. He glanced at Faye, who was taking her own sip. "Never have I ever dyed my own hair."
Faye scowled and took another drink.
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Post by Lindsey on Sept 1, 2007 12:27:33 GMT -5
"Both of you?" she laughed, brow quirked up. "Batting for both teams or were you just drunk?" She didn't have a problem with it either way, on more than one occassion a drunken Mimi had hit on her.
She obediantly took a sip of her drink, fiddling with a green bit of her hair. "I want orange next. Be like a Tangerine."
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Post by Emm. on Sept 1, 2007 21:36:52 GMT -5
Year laughed. "I happen to go both ways occasionally, but our deal Effie here was drunk outta her /mind/."
He looked at said girl and she stuck her tongue out before saying, "Um... Never have I ever... slept past four in the afternoon?" She always had trouble thinking of things she hadn't done. It was just easier to say the stuff she had.
Year frowned a little and took another sip of his drink.
ooc; the suckiness. i soso sorry.
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Post by Lindsey on Sept 1, 2007 21:44:31 GMT -5
"How do you guys know each other anyways?" Darci asked curiously, taking a sip of her drink on that question. Party all night, sleep all day. Such was the life of a teenage party girl.
"Never have /I/ ever had a proffessional piercing done." The three holes on each ear and the now hidden belly button ring were a product of a drunken willingness to trust close friends.
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Post by Emm. on Sept 2, 2007 10:30:27 GMT -5
Year and Faye looked at each other, neither taking a drink.
"I think we're related," he added offhandedly. "Some crazy marriage shit or whatever. We're friends too, though. Met... junior year, something like that?"
Year thought for a moment. "Never have I ever put myself through the sure to be /hell/ that is wearing high heels."
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Post by Lindsey on Sept 2, 2007 12:33:25 GMT -5
"Oh yeah? I can see the resemblence." she joked, seeing none really. Darci moved to stuff her feet in the sand, still warm from the earlier sun and now the nearby campfire. "I want smores." she said repeating her earlier thoughts out loud. "Campfires without drinks and smores suck."
Darci took a sip of her drink, though she didn't like wearing heels personally. She liked her height, and they /were/ painful. They a made WAY too much noise when walking on hard surfaces as well.
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Post by Emm. on Sept 2, 2007 20:37:26 GMT -5
Faye took a drink as well, smirking at the 'resemblance' comment. "Of course. Can't you see our body type is exactly the same? He's got my curves." She finished with a hiccuping laugh.
He rolled his eyes before nudging her with his foot. "Your turn." She, however, was distracted.
"Ooh, s'mores! I haven't had them in /forever/. I used to love them!" She paused for a second then said brightly, "Never have I ever had a threesome!"
Year just gave her a strange look.
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Post by Lindsey on Sept 3, 2007 12:53:58 GMT -5
"Exactly the same." She nodded enthusiastically in agreement. "And you're a cheap drunk Faye." she added, smirking at the little highcup she did.
"I've been craving them ever since I got here. All gooey and yum." she said wiggling in her seat. She blinked and shook her head, bottle not even remotely close to her mouth. "I'm innocent! Remember? Little sheltered prudish baby me."
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Post by Emm. on Sept 3, 2007 13:06:04 GMT -5
Year laughed. "Yup, pretty cheap. A few more drinks and she'll be out for the count. Her sister's here, though, she might not be too happy.."
He looked around for Alice but couldn't quite find her.
"You don't seem /that/ innocent," he commented lightly, not at all in a creepy kind of way. "Maybe it's how you talk or something... I dunno. Your turn."
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Post by Lindsey on Sept 3, 2007 16:19:38 GMT -5
"Booo. Weak!" she teased Faye breezily, giving her a small smile while giving her a thumbs down sign.
Darci wiggled her eyebrows and gave an overly suggetsive look to Year, face breaking in to a smile when she burst out laughing. "What's that supposed to mean? Real prudes don't talk like mother fucking sailors? Or snot nose brats? I MUST be a closeted sexual deviant then." he giggled, rolling her eyes.
"Never have I ever hooked up with a friend's ex. Though it's been hard not too, I gotta saaay."
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Post by Emm. on Sept 3, 2007 18:43:04 GMT -5
Faye laughed and sent a thumbs down right back at Darci.
Year started to laugh. "No, no, it's nothing like that. Like I said, I'm not quite sure. Trust me, I've met people who talk shit to look tough,but you don't seem to be one of those people. Maybe it's just something about you..."
He paused for a moment. "Never have I ever done coke." Call him a sissy, but he didn't like drugs all that much. He'd experimented with some, but since he was so skeletal, it went right through him. Scared his friends.
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Post by Lindsey on Sept 3, 2007 19:20:51 GMT -5
At this she took a heavy swig of her bottle. No, not a sexual deviant. She was a druggie. Maybe that's what he was picking up on.
"Okay, so maybe I'm not THAT tight laced." she laughed, fiddling with the lable on her bottle. "But I'm a good girl besides that whole thing." Meh. Sort of. She wasn't easy, but she wasn't unwilling either. She hated people getting the wrong idea about her, especially since she saw how people treated friends like Mimi.
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Post by Emm. on Sept 9, 2007 20:07:06 GMT -5
"I think I get it," Year replied slowly, trying to make sure that he didn't offend her. He was pretty sure some girls got touchy about that kind of thing, and didn't want to make her mad. He didn't do well with mad girls.
Faye giggled again and said in a slightly slurred voice,"Never have I ever jumped off a roof."
Year raised one eyebrow before taking another sip.
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Post by Lindsey on Sept 9, 2007 20:25:06 GMT -5
"Coke whore minus the whore part. Pot head minus the head. Pretty much." he laughed, just ripping off the entire label while she was at it, crumpling it in her palm. It was a pretty good analogy.
"A roof eh?" she said with an expectant expression, bottle still sitting untouched on her lap. "Never have I ever stolen from a store." No, she didn't do stores. People, but not stores.
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