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[arturo zaniel nevés]

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{ arturo nevés crushed his beer can and threw it down to the pile of beer cans and candy wrappers and a pizza box he had been continuously adding too all evening. the sun was just now going down, but arturo had been making camp all afternoon with his girl besties, eulaline, gracie, and brooklyn. hell yeah, trapped in the forest with three single ladies. this like man vs. wild except arturo was the man and three sexy fine ladies who are well advised to get naked and jump on in to arturo's pitched tent were the wild.

"hey, honeys? could someone come give me a hand over here?" arturo was digging through a pink tye dye backpack he'd borrowed from ramilda matsen looking for s'mores and booze. she kept acting like she was his mom or something ever since he'd met her. she was always talking about 'showing him the light.' she'd even packed the bag that night, explaining why he didn't know where the fuck anything was. arturo laughed to himself as he found an entire package of condoms in the bag's front pocket. oh, geez, in his dreams.

at last, arturo found the s'mores stuff. he could only find one measly flask though, so he decided to be gentleman and settle for beer that night, allowing his ladies to split up the small amount of liquor he'd been able to uncover. arturo added wood to eht fire, feeling like a real man as he picked up logs and threw them in. he was totally digging this wilderness shit. he should do this all the time. "alright, pretty thangs, who wants my mallows?" he asked, handing the bag over to whoever would take it first. something about the anticipation of seeing girls lick sticky melted marshmallows off their fingers was getting arturo all riled up.

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[brooklyn ava cauldwell]

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brooklyn cauldwell had jumped right on the idea of a camp out. she enjoyed the outdoors thoroughly, and any time she wasn't locking herself in a dance studio somewhere, she was usually finding excuses to do something out doors. there was just so much room outside, so she didn't have to work so hard to contain herself, crazy little thing that she was. however, she wasn't crazy in the manner of booze. she didn't particularly enjoy the taste of beer, not to mention the hangover she'd had the one time she'd gotten drunk. she'd gotten her ass chewed repeatedly during her private lesson that night because she kept falling over when she was trying to spot. her instructor had finally thrown her hands in the air and told her to "get the hell out, and come back when you're sober." she hadn't touched more than a drop of alcohol since.

she watched arturo rummaging around in the pink bag, looking for what, exactly, it was hard to be certain. it was always hard to be certain with art. she'd known him for forever. they'd even had a bit of a fling, back in eighth grade, before she and her mom and brother had moved and switched school districts, at which point they had lost touch. it was totally serendipitous that they had happened to meet up at Bouscher, and had more or less picked up exactly where they had left off, minus the dating status. people's opinions on art varied, but he'd always been a good friend to brook. he asked for help, but she just flashed him a 100 watt, "you're on your own, buddy" type smile.

her blue eyes wandered to eulaline and then gracie, a couple of her other close friends. she was totally loving bouscher, and was a little surprised that already, in just the short time that she'd been here, she had managed to make some true blue, die hard best friends, which was way better than she'd had back in new york.

"alright, pretty thangs, who wants my mallows? she rolled her eyes at his terminology, first "honeys" now "pretty things" but that was just arturo, and then snatched the marshmallows from him, smirking playfully and popping a whole one into her mouth before grabbing two of them and shoving them on a stick, leaning forward in her lawn chair to reach the flame. she grabbed another stick and pushed the coals around a little so that she got a few coals that were barely burning, the best kind for roasting marshmallows, as far as brook was concerned. it had been years since she'd been camping, but she had vague memories of backpacking trips, way back in the days before her dad died, and, in some ways, she was just a natural at the whole out doors thing. she glanced around the camp fire again, offering arturo a flirtatious wink before pulling her marshmallows away from the coals to examine them.

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[eulaline alette poe]

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eulaline poe dug for the small, blue cooler tucked away under sleeping bags and pillows in the back of arturo's rover. she grabbed her black jansport backpack, and the cooler by its handle and walked over to the fire surrounded by her company, not worrying about closing the car door. eulaline poe had had a feeling she would need to bring something other than beer, and thank god she was right; she hated beer because of the lousy beer belly she got mornings after drinking it. in order to keep her rib cage visible, she preferred drinking hard liquor and wine. so, knowing that bouscher's men loved bringing only beer to campfires, eulaline poe had packed a small cooler full of ice, wine, and a bottle of malibu rum. she also had her fingers crossed that she could convince everyone to play a game of king's cup or beer pong, and had brought supplies for both of those "fun activities." eulaline swung her backpack off of her shoulders and took a seat on her hot pink lawn chair, eyeing arturo as he dug through a tie-dye backpack that looked oddly familiar. she set the cooler down on the ground and her backpack on her lap. eulaline unzipped it, and dug out a few wine glasses. "does anyone else want wine?" she asked, putting two glasses in the cup holders on the lawn chair and another two in her lap between her thighs.

though she struggled, eulaline eventually opened the wine bottle. she poured a glass for herself, and then offered the wine bottle and a glass to whoever wanted it. she took a long, refreshing drink from her glass. "ahhh," she couldn't help but say in approval, exhaling as she did so.

alright, pretty things, arturo said. then he asked, who wants my mallows? eulaline laughed. god, this 'kid' was such a character. eulaline pulled a metal stick from out of her backpack, stood up and approached the fire. she hung the stick over the fire to let it sterilize. after a few moments, she figured it was clean enough. "i'll take a couple, too," eulaline grabbed the bag of marshmallows from brooklyn and threw a couple onto her stick. "want some, gracie?" eulaline threw the bag in gracelyn's direction without waiting for an answer. as she let her marshmallows roast over the fire, eulaline occasionally sipped on her wine. she tried to go through ideas in her head of how to make this night as exciting as it could be.

"so, what's on the agenda tonight, you cool cats? we have enough for a game of, uh, wine pong. or, we can play some kind of fucked up drinking game where everyone drinks every time we say a certain word. or don't say meow after the end of a sentence! it sounds ridiculous when i say it, but believe me it gets more ridiculous when it actually happens." finally, eulaline pulled her marshmallows out from over the fire, and sat back down in her chair. she put her wine glass in between her thighs again, and pulled one marshmallow off of her stick. eulaline hesitated before eating it, as she hesitated before eating most things, but plopped it into her mouth, licking the sticky remains off of her fingers afterwards and finishing it off with another swig of wine.

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giggling as she looked on over the excitement, gracie could hardly believe she was here. just three months ago, she would have never believed she would already have this strong base of friends. camping had never been something gracie was totally into, but that was partially because she lived in new york. the winters were cold and the summers were humid, and there was never anything in the middle. here it was a happy medium all year long, and it was absolutely perfect for camping.

not that gracie really knew what camping entailed as gracie had quickly figured out upon her arrival. she had figured she would be fine in her hoodie, jeans, and snakeskin flats but she had quickly realized that nearly everyone else on the camping trip was dressed in sweatpants or something equally comfy. gracie wasn't uncomfortable, but she wasn't necessarily as comfortable as she could be, either.

looking on as arturo put up the tent and got everything together, gracie smirked. he called for help, but neither eulaline nor brooklyn made a move to help him, so gracie decided to join in the fun and ignore his desperate pleas. she watched as he pulled out the flask and grimaced disdainfully at it. before she noticed eulaline head toward the cooler she had inexplicably been dragging along, gracie bent down and grabbed one of the two tequila bottles and the container of plastic cups she had brought. when she glanced back up, she noticed the bottle of wine and the malibu rum eulaline had pulled. she giggled, but brought the tequila bottle over toward the campfire anyway. wasn't the goal here to get as thoroughly wasted as possible? she took the glass of wine eulaline offered her before jumping back up to grab her guitar. why not sing campfire songs? they could be as childish as they wanted to. it wasn't like there was anyone else out here.

gracie caught the bag of marshmallows as eulaline threw them at her, careful not to spill her cup of wine. she laughed as she took a slug of the wine and followed it up with the two whole marshmallows she shoved in her mouth at once. she wasn't one for eating burnt - or even warm - marshmallows, so she would just eat the plain marshmallows for the night. she tossed the bag back at arturo and collapsed onto the ground around her friends.

eulaline suggested drinking games, and gracie's ears immediately perked up. that was the kind of thing she was into. back home, she hadn't watched a show without including a drinking game since she was fourteen. she hadn't watched much television since she had started attending bouscher, so drinking games had been sparse. "how about 'never have i ever?'" gracie suggested, smiling mischievously. back home, she had always been the reigning champion of never have i ever, throwing out things that were off the wall as well as a couple that were straight to the point. she slugged down the rest of her wine, grabbed four plastic cups and filled them to the brim with tequila, passing them around to her friends. this was going to be the best camping trip of her life, she was sure.

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[arturo zaniel nevés]

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{ "ah, i see how it is" arturo laughed as brooklyn smacked the marshmallows out of his hand. he couldn't help but be turned on though when she popped one in her mouth. brooklyn and arturo had been friends for a really long time, all the way back to day schools in new york. they'd dated for a millisecond in junior high, which only increased how much arturo loved her. she'd never been much into drinking or partying in the way that arturo had strayed, but still she was one of the goofiest, most playful girls arturo knew, and he was careful to keep her around for it.

arturo's entire body sighed with relief as eulaline brought wine out. thank god there was something else to keep everyone away from his coors. eula was so damn classy. it was all that ballet, which incidentally drove arturo crazy in the best possible way. who else would bring bottles of wine on a camping trip? when she suggested a drinking game, arturo's mind went straight to the gutter. he got mildly excited for gracie's suggestion of never have i ever, though. something about discovering pretty girls' dirtiest secrets was a definite turn on. yet, having them all discover his was a definite turn off. arturo walked over, scrunching between brooklyn and eula and putting his arms around them. looking straight at gracie he challenged her with n even greater suggestion. "how about strip poker? you're really good at that one, yeah babe?" he said, nodding in her direction and biting his lower lip. arturo loved teasing gracie, because he knew she would never take him seriously in that way. she was yet another friend from new york, yet gracie and arturo dated even farther back than he and brooklyn did. how fucking lucky he was to have them right there, smack in the middle of the forest, all to himself.

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[brooklyn ava cauldwell]

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brook grinned at the suggestion of never have i ever. being rather crazy, and having done some crazy things herself, but never generally the ones other people brought up, she was usually pretty good at that game. the crazy things she'd done weren't generally things that people thought to ask, and she could usually think of some pretty ridiculous ones that most people had done. the thing with brook and games like that was that the girl had very few secrets. everything about her was way out on display.

she caught art's eye and gave him another flirty wink, then snorted slightly when he suggested strip poker, immediately holding up the hand that wasn't holding her wine in an "i surrender" position. no way in hell came her emphatic response, and it was clear she was serious even though she was laughing. i suck balls at that game. no way. nuh uh. not happening. it wasn't that she was too modest to play, although that was certainly part of it, but brook was a rather competitive girl, and there was no way a person was going to get her to play a game that she knew from the start she was going to lose. she didn't play anything she didn't think she had a fighting chance of winning.

she grinned at arturo rather snidely, knowing he'd be disturbed that she wouldn't play, being rather the horndog that he was, looking at him sideways from where he crouched next to her. sorry, babe she said, thought not at all apologetically, and planted a kiss on his cheek. it was true, with arturo, brook was rather a flirt and a tease. in her mind, he ought to have known better than to think he'd get in her pants, unless he got her drunk off her ass first, because when that happened, pretty much anything was possible. she glanced at gracie and then eula, curious to see if the other two girls would be down with playing the game she was decidedly against.

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[eulaline alette poe]

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"i'm down for never have i ever!" eulaline chimed in at gracie's suggestion. once that game started, eulaline normally hated it. she was normally the victim of what everyone else had never done. but, with arturo there, eulaline was almost hiv positive that he would lose all his fingers first. eulaline sat back, taking a big gulp of her wine. tonight, she was bound to get wasted. once she swallowed the wine, she was glad she did. arutro suggested strip poker, and eulaline would have probably spat out her wine if there had been any in her mouth. eulaline laughed at brook's response. if william dupont or adam green had been present, god, eulaline would be all over that. eulaline had been throwing herself at adam green for an entire year, but the bloke was too thick headed to realize "i have a job for you… it blows…" was an invitation to head. eulaline would eventually have to spell out the meaning of sexual innuendo for adam.

eulaline forced herself out of her thoughts at adam green's disappointing boyish agenda. christ, she needed a man. william would receive man-status in eulaline's head if only he made quicker moves on her. what were the french, gentlemen or something? "sorry arty, but maybe next time," eulaline finally voiced her opinion, trying to hold back giggles. arturo would be the only one to really enjoy this game anyway, unless he lost. eulaline had a fantastic poker face, but didn't really want to take her chances because there were no prizes for her to win. eulaline pat arturo on the head and then took another sip of wine. "what's your vote, gracie?" she asked, finishing her glass of wine and pouring another.

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everyone quickly agreed to never have i ever, but arturo, the clown that he was, decided on something else. strip poker. gracie giggled and stuck her tongue out before the other two declined as quickly as they possibly could. "well," gracie said, "i would have been up for it. but it takes more than two to poker." she giggled and swallowed a mouthful of tequila, deciding not to wait for the game to start. she enjoyed getting blasted out of her mind, and she was not waiting for a silly drinking game to start before she began the process. it would take her all night if she did that. gracie had started drinking when she was twelve, and had since built up quite a tolerance to it. it took her awhile to get dizzy and much longer still to get completely buzzed.

it seemed that everyone had decided never have i ever was the game to play, so gracie shook her hair back, letting her brown curls bounce back and her pearl headband jingle. she kicked off her snakeskin flats and tossed them behind her. "i'll start," she said, already formulating her first statement. it was the same one she used every time she started off the game, as it was perfect for drinking. "never have i ever..." she began as everyone picked up their cups and held them at the ready "...puked on someone i was kissing at the time." she held her breath, hoping that at least one of them would swallow it down. she knew arturo was a big drinker, but she had never heard of him doing anything like that. the other two didn't seem like big drinkers, but maybe a sudden onset of flu had caused it? gracie was used to playing with big groups of people that drank a lot more than absolutely necessary.

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[arturo zaniel nevés]

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{ arturo, disappointed by the surprisingly negative response to his stellar suggestion of strip poker, took a swig from his bottle of beer, finally beginning to really feel it, before putting both of his hands in front of him, all ten fingers outstretched. ha, not for long knowing this guy. arturo was such a teenage boy though, and he just loved losing this game. gracie's start of 'never have i ever puked on someone while kissing them' made arturo snort out a laugh. "that's fucking sick, you filthy girl, you." arturo teased her. seriously, that was fucking gross though.

"alright, alright, alright -- my turn!" arturo yelled out, even though no one else was really pressing to go next. he had to feel as if he was winning his spot. he cleared his throat, "never have i ever..." hmm, he had to think really good about this one. "oh, easy." he laughed, "never have i ever sucked a dick." damn, being the only boy here had it's advantages. "and never have i ever wanted to right now..." he raised his eyebrows seductively. what. a. charmer.

arturo looked into the fire for a brief moment, wondering what it would be like to be harry potter talking to his long lost uncle in that shit. craaazy. "ello, sirirus! he who shall not be named! wingardium leviosa!" arturo yelled at the fire and at the woods in a mocking british accent. damn, he was funny. he looked up at his girls. "just joshing, ya'll. i don't really talk like that." he winked at each of them, hoping he hadn't tricked them too badly.

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[brooklyn ava cauldwell]

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brook ggrinned at gracie's never have i ever. she could count on one hand the times she had been kissed and she had never been drunk when she did it, nor had ever even come close to puking on them. she rolled her eyes at art's never have i ever. yeah, he was definitely a humble one. all ten fingers still out, she took a sip of wine and promptly spewed it out laughing as art yelled into the fire.

"what. the. fuck?" she asked, shaking her head. "honey, you are definitely starting to feel your beer" she shook her head. arturo was one of those hilarious drunks. she figured she herself was crazy enough without getting smashed. she certainly didn't need the help of alcohol to get that done. however, she didn't mind in the slightest being around arturo when he was drunk in the slightest. she didn't particularly mind drunk people period. they were funny.

"okay, my turn." she said, sitting back in her chair with a satisfied smile. her's wasn't creative, to say the least, but who cared about creative? she didn't want to be creative, she wanted to be competitive. "never have i ever had sex" she said with a slight smirk. it wasn't that she was a prude, she'd just never found anyone worth her time, or at least, anybody worth more time than dancing. and so, it was true, she remained a virgin.

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