open, party! * mardi gras on the bay!

[théodore henri couture]

"to mardi gras," théodore repeated. "what an appropriate thing to toast to." théodore flipped his brown hair to the side of his face and out of his eyes and he pulled out his flask of whiskey. the brunette listened intently as arizona told him about the piece she was writing. "really? i have to hear this sometime," he insisted. a cross between the scores of indiana jones and star trek? that had to sound interesting. "i have not been up to much. i wish i could say i've been as busy as you ven it comes to songwriting, but i've just been playing the same old jams." théodore took a quick swish of whiskey, squinching his eyes as the burning feeling went down his throat and into his stomach. having a feeling that would do the trick for then, théodore tucked his flask back into his back pants pocket. "i haven't been to any wild parties lately. well, other than this," théodore laughed and nodded his head to the palm tree just yards away from the pair. "i'm surprised we haven't seen anyone climb up that yet." all of a sudden, cold hands were covering théodore's sight, but he could immediately tell from the enthusiasm and familiar voice that ramilda matsen was standing behind him.

théodore turned around, raising his eyebrows and awkwardly chuckling at the pouncing blonde that stood in front of him. and before he knew it, she grabbed his hand. having a feeling they were about to run off somewhere, théodore grabbed arizona's hand with his free one and nodded in ramilda's direction. before he knew it, the three were pushing through people to a destination théodore was still unsure of. maybe they were heading towards the bay.

but, they were not. it turned out ramilda had seen kennis duffy across the sea of people. théodore had no idea how he missed that bright red hair of hers. "…you too, théo." ramilda giggled, and théodore rolled his eyes. he let go of the two hands he held and nodded his head at kennis. "bonjour, ma belle," he cooed, and then looked at the three girls who he was accompanied by. god, he was a pimp. "so, are we really going to the bay?" he asked ramilda, raising his eyebrow.

[owen blake]

Owen followed the slow flow of foot traffic on the sidewalk, pausing every now and then to sip at his hurricane, the flow of 151 proof rum and passion fruit juice causing his tongue to tingle. It was a bit sweet for him, but the tall hurricane glass and the buzz he'd get from all the sickeningly sweet syrup made it well worth the effort. Liquor was liquor and after a few hard months of nothing but hitting the books and the casual get-together, this was more like it. He might even get the urge to dance in the square, as so many of his classmates had, a tangle of writhing bodies and whooping cat calls as another girl 'accidentally' lost her top. No loss to him. He quite liked the view; girl had a lot to offer.

He ducked around a pair of giggling girls and back on the path of the outskirts. Not that he really minded the dark, shady side, since he was sure that between the flashing lights, intermittent pound of the strobe lights and the many sequins that decorated so many dresses, he'd have a seizure. So, he straightened his Armani sweater, brushed a bit of glitter off his slacks and continued on, occasionally stopping to push his feathered eye-mask back over his face.

There was another frenzied squeal and he glanced over, seeing a number of beaded necklaces flying. The music was louder on this end and he couldn't see anybody he'd recognize even if they weren't all dolled up to the nines. No matter. He was just cruising through, taking it all in for the ambiance. Besides that, his drink was disappearing fast and he would need more rum.

Finding a light pole, he leaned against it, crossing his long legs as he took another slow sip of his frozen drink. From here, he had a pretty good view.

[meridith serinity tallen]

Meredith giggled as she felt the the guys tongue at the edge of her jaw as she danced on him, and could feel the guy behind her getting a bit happier as he danced closer and closer to her, making a pretty zebra sandwich. Damn this was hot. With her hands up in the air, above the guys heads her drink swished around in the cup. Bringing it down to her lips, she let the fire burn down her throat and she whooped and hollered to the music that was blaring around the party. The beads jangled around her neck. She already had a growing number and guys continuously put more on. As the song ended, she peeled her way from in between the guys, who all had sad looks on their face. Tallen threw them a seductive smile and gave them her number, “ill be back boys.”


They whistled as she walked away and her laughs went through the air as she saw a pretty guy sit down by a light pole, and just her luck he was all alone and had a drink, time to put her charm on. Laughing she ran her free hand through her hair as she walked up two him, looking down into his glass, “looks like someone needs a refill.” She said holding out her perfectly manicured hand. Her face makeup was intact, and the mask that was the same multi colors that her beads were shinned in the dim light. “oh and your all alone,” she smiled.



Tyler, thank god hadn’t come to this party. It would have ruined her wonderful night. His hand would have been around her and she really needed something, and ty wouldn’t give it to her. He had stayed home, and now she was out on the prowl. Tallen leaned over, hopefully showing enough of her breasts to interest him, “why don’t you get up and dance sexy.” Meridith grinned and held out a hand. what was his name...owen..?

[owen blake]

Owen hadn't spotted her until she was practically in his lap. By then, he had taken notice of the wild mane of hair, tousled from hours of dancing, the made-up face and the cute little mask that seemed to match the outfit. His lips curved as he observed the strands of beads she wore; the girl was obviously not shy about getting close. Nor was she shy about his drink. "If you want some, I'm going to need more," he said in a teasing voice, giving the plastic glass a little shake. He was down towards the end of the glass, the part with the chunks of fruit and ice.

“oh and your all alone,” she said, leaning down to expose her assets to him in her body-hugging top. Not that he wasn't interested, of course. She was intriguing, even with all the glitter and glam. And there was just enough vixen in her smile to pique his interest. "why don’t you get up and dance sexy."

He reached up to take her manicured hand, pulled her closer and twirled her around. In any normal scenario, the word 'dance' would inspire thoughts of his mother's cotillion parties and the girls with the poofy pastel-colored dresses and perfectly shiny mary janes and his own responsibility to escort the best-looking girls around before they went into that ridiculous fan dance. Still, there was a bit of shimmy to his hips as he bumped his hip to hers. "I'd rather watch you shake it," was his curt response as he began moving slightly to the pounding beat.

[meridith serinity tallen]

Once she had made eye contact she believed that she was ready for what she might be getting later. Of course, she didn’t know for a fact if he was going to do anything with her, but damn she would try her hardest. It wasn’t like she didn’t have the body, or the silky sweet voice to pull him into her perfect trick where she was going to get what she wanted, and it would be an easy, easy piece of cake. “oh no.” she grinned, in the same teasing tone, tallen took a spi of her own drink before switching drinks with him. Meridith’s was nearly full still, and she hadn’t felt the sting of the alcohol in her system, and tonight was going to be a night she knew she was going to get shit face drunk.



Taking a small sip of his drink, she could really taste the difference in the types of alcohol. Her’s was a mix of jones soda and a good amount of vodka and his was a hurricane which she thought personally was weaker than her own drink but smiled at him anyways. The smile on his face turned her on and when he twirled her, he could feel the beads lift up off her chest and spin with her hair as her body rotated in a perfect circle. A giggle like laugh exited her lips before she spoke, “damn, you’re going to make the tipsy girl dizzy!” she laughed and placed a hand on his chest as she danced with him, owen’s cup, which was now in her hand, was up in the air, in a tribute to the crazy song that was blaring over the sound system.


With their hips touching, she could hear his curt response to how he would rather watch her dance. Turning around, so that her, other end, was closer to him she continued to dance, “you sure?” she grinned, and took one of his hands, placing it on her hip, the white tight dress still clinging for dear life to her body. Meridith held his hand their as she rocked her hips quickly back and forth to the music, “if that’s what you want!” she laughed, hoping that he would be as open as he had seemed to be.

[owen blake]

He opened his mouth the moment she took his drink, but thought better of cautioning her on the 151 proof. That stuff would hit her later if she had enough of it. He took a swig of her drink, tasting soda and vodka. There was definitely more vodka to this drink than soda and he appreciated it, the long, slow burn down his throat. Mmm, delicious. Almost as delicious as watching her twirl, blonde hair flying, beads jangling and the hot salsa beat of the song pulsating with the click of her heels.

He could watch her shake it with an appreciative eye; she was talented at working it. Even her grinning, "you sure?" almost sounded like a challenge, but he was ready for it, almost as much as he was ready for her, "if that’s what you want!" Her hand guided his to her hip and he gripped it soundly, pulling her back against him. "I want," he replied as his hips moved with hers, even with the beat. "I like the way you shake it."

Under normal circumstances, he would have been surprised him his forwardness. He typically wasn't as physical about voicing what he wanted. But tonight, it seemed, all bets were off and the girl was one, a blonde and two, a dancer and the way she was shimmying, she was turning him on. Possessing that energy in a dance was one thing, but having it to himself for a night... he lifted his glass, keeping his hand on her hip, sashaying back and forth.

[meridith serinity tallen]

Meridith had seen how he was about to say something, but that he had decided against it. It really didn’t matter to the girl at all, if he had decided that whatever he was going to say wasn’t needed, then she didn’t want him to waist her time telling her about something that clearly wasn’t nearly as importants. But, with all of that over, she just let his drink in her hand slosh around a bit, and watch the guy who was going to get extremely lucky tonight if he could just hang in there for a little bit longer and take her home with him sometime in the wee hours of the morning. Meridith smiled at that fact, she would rock his world, and he didn’t even know it, or maybe he did, it didn’t matter. She finished the rest of the drink in the cup, and held it in her hand, ‘what the fuck was she going to do with the cup now?’


With a simple twirl, she was dancing with him, with of course his large hand on her hip. The feeling of something so much stronger than her own strength, holding her, was really starting to turn her on. With a bit of a whisper, tallen could feel him pull her body against his and she ran her hand up his arm and then back down to his hand that was against the thin material that was keeping his skin from hers, “oh yeah?” her tone smirked, and tallen laughed, making sure that her hips moved even faster, still matching the beat, but turning up the heat. If he didn’t fall for all of this it was nearly a damn waste, oh well, it would be a hell of a night anyway.


“tell me more?” she spun in his hands, throwing her body into his, this time so that they were facing one another. Placing the cup on the ground, she came back up and ran her hands through his curly brown locks, god, were they soft, and with a quick tug, pulled his mask off his face and let it rest around his throat, and her smile came back again. Up on her tiptoes and let her lips rest on his jaw, a giggle falling from them again, “my name is meridith, but I much rather tallen.”


Pulling away, she let her hands trace down his neck, and then down his chest, her eyes following, with her hips still following the beat, “now now,” she grinned, dancing closer, “your drink was wonderful.” The music was nearly too loud to speak, but she knew that he could hear her, she just knew.

[owen blake]

he had to hand it to her - the girl was a fantastic dancer. There was definite talent in those hips and he was curious now what other talents were there. He didn't need to be a mind reader to see where she was going, or where her mind was. There was just something so appealing about her, from her wiggling little hips to her vixen allure. He just wanted to tug her into a little dark corner and play, but that would come later.

And then she was tugging off his mask, running her fingers through his hair. “my name is meridith, but I much rather tallen.” He smiled wryly as she introduced herself, reaching around her back to pull her closer. "hi, tallen. I'm owen." He kept his voice purposefully low, nearly in a growl as she rested her lips on his jaw. He caught a trace of her dangerous perfume. It made him wonder how the rest of her skin would taste...

Then she pulled away. She was still dancing to the beat, hips swaying back and forth and he couldn't help but let his gaze linger for a moment on them, her hands tracing down his chest. “your drink was wonderful.” Her voice was nearly inaudible, but he heard that intimate tone. He used the chance to finish off her drink and dropped the cup down, figuring he'd get it later. He brought his hand on her other hip and scooted her closer to him. "Now now," he repeated with a slow smirk, using her own words, keeping his eyes locked on hers.

[meridith serinity tallen]

Her body was being pulled closer and closer to his as she let the thin skin of her lips press on his own soft skin of his jaw. Meridith could feel the heat of his body, as his hips were pressed against hers, and his chest was pasted to hers. God he knew how to turn a girl on. Of course she already quite horny, knowing that she was going to get what she wanted, but he made her yearn much more than she would have liked. Running her tongue over her smooth pearly whites, she left a kiss on his jaw before speaking, “owen” she pulled away his sultry smile making her own lips turn up deliciously. “You’re a second year, aren’t you?” no matter how normal the question was, she didn’t lose the mood. “it’s a damn shame we don’t have any classes together, I’d have a hell of a time.”


Owen’s body swayed with her’s and not only did tallen feel him, but she could smell him, and hear him, all senses doubled if not tripled in the excitement, “what dorm room are you in?” her mind flashed to which room would be closer, and most likely to be safe, dealing with her boyfriend.


Words about his drink, the rum that had now started to take an effect on her, fell from her lips and she ran a hand through her long layered locks, brushing the bangs out of her face as she was pulled once more closer to him as owen restated her own words in his own deep sensual voice. Her heart raced and his eyes were so damn sexy. With a giggle, she threw her hands around his neck, “this is such a great party.” She wrinkled her nose at him and moved her hands in his back pockets, “what do you think sexy?” keeping her eyes on him, her multicolored beads still bouncing, “I think we need more alcohol.” She pulled her face close to him, close enough that she could feel the air from his nose as he breathed, “what do you think…?”

[owen blake]

"Mmm, totally a second year," Owen responded to her question about what year he was in. Obviously she wasn't an english student. If anything, he'd have to say she was a kickin' dancer. He couldn't remember the last time he'd played with a little dancer type and she was just too delicious looking. Great party, great blonde, definitely so freakin' hot and he felt downright scorching in his rather fancy clothes.

Then she was asking where he lived. "127 Einaki," he said slowly, as though trying to remember. There were nights he didn't and he just ended up waking up... wherever, really. He watched as she ran a hand through her hair and leaned up to brush the bangs from her eyes. God, she was feisty. He liked feisty. In fact, it was damned hot. And he didn't necessary mind her nickname for him, either. Then again, he didn't give a shit about a lot of stuff. Except this was totally in the moment. And he really did want another drink, but they would have to move from this cozy spot..... "Got plenty of stuff back there, too. But, if you insist...." He slipped his hand behind her neck and brought her mouth to his. Just a quick taste of what was to come. "Shall we walk?"