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Post by STEPHANIE ABIGAIL BRESLER on Apr 28, 2012 22:28:07 GMT -5
“So, does everyone remember the rules?” Steph shouted, standing up on the chair. It was Party Night, her flat was filled with friends. Tristan and Steph had started the game years ago, and it grew everytime. “Nothing illegal, no major lies, no asking for stuff. Also, let’s stay away from minors. We don’t need that drama.”
“I’m going to run over the points. Kisses, one point. Kisses from a member of the opposite gender, three points. Someone offering, and buying you a drink, two points. Someone sending you a drink, five points. Going home with someone, ten points. Getting out after sex, ten points. Getting out before they awake, three points. Doing the whole sex, get out and leave without exchanging names, twenty points.” The whole point of the night was to get as drunk as you could, and screw as many strangers as you cold.
Steph jumped off the chair, and slipped her Aqua suede heels. She ran her hands over her dress, an off-white one shoulder tulle dress with feathers all over the skirt. She knew she looked hot, Steph always did. That was why Steph held first place in the games, and held the position for the last six months. Some people would think to be proud of that, but Steph was. This proved she was desirable. Men, and women, wanted her. They would send her drinks, and sweet talk her until she went home with them.
“Alright, mates. Let’s go drink!” Steph cried as she opened the front door.
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Post by lottie on May 17, 2012 19:02:45 GMT -5
How this started was actually beyond Charlotte, but she couldn't care less with the beginnings of the game. The fact she'd been included (although often it felt reluctantly) was enough to start a charge fire when it came to ending the game. Even better was the fact that her cousin's bestie was the head of the games (and that immaculate male friend of hers, talk about scrumptious), so Lottie pretty much had a free pass. She didn't have to like everyone involved, she didn't have to stay out of fights if it came to it, but she needed to find her niche to actually beat out Stephanie at some point. Okay, so the point system made sense, it was easy to follow, but Lottie definitely wasn't the best type to be picking up guys anywhere. Losers, half-wits, and clingers were her usual suspects, and unfortunately, she had a difficult time shrugging them off her tail.
This didn't deter her from her goal though: to beat out Stephanie. So, the drinks got cheaper as the night went on, the smoke got heavier, and the men became more sparse, not always a good thing, but tonight was still extremely young!
As usual, the crowd was cramped inside Stephanie's apartment (which seemed to be getting smaller every time the blond dropped in for the reindeer game), going over the usual rules. All Lottie heard was: blah, blah, blah. Okay, so really she knew the rules by heart, and didn't want to start another all-out shouting match with the woman, actually, who really wanted to see that again? Ugh, last time had been awful, and then filled with alcohol on top of it, which had just been a really bad combination. The headache in the morning was not worth it that time.
And while she stood there in the crowd, listening to the rules, she couldn't help but notice the particular attire their host was wearing, she definitely wasn't above anything, was she? White? It made her look like an angel in disguise, which was unfortunate for a lot of the pawns of this game. However, her own style of dress wasn't far off the same mark, although a bit less... provocative. Red satin that looked more like a slip than dress clung to her body while shoes she'd probably never wear again adorned her feet, a bold move considering, but whatever it took.
As their lovely figured host led them out of the apartment, exclaiming into the night that it was time, and she followed, quite willingly, while a few others looked shy about the game, but most were really into it.
"Trying to hide something?" she asked innocently, sidling herself up near Stephanie as they made their ways outside.
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