open ·· after-hour pool party!

[owen blake]

Dude. Nothing was better than sitting by the edge of the pool, breathing in the green fog and swaying as he took yet another shot of Patrón. Few more hits of this and he'd be in the pool doing his 'thriller' impressions. Owen drank a lot; he wasn't afraid to admit it. Besides, the Patrón was free-flowing and there were so many luscious bodies he could hand pick for body shots.

Tugging on the bottom of his broadshorts, he reached back for the bottle, emptying the last of it in his plastic cup. While not one to socialize, he couldn't help but admire from afar, sitting by the edge of the pool, occasionally splashing an unsuspecting person that swam into the deep end. Besides, he rather enjoying popping up at parties, looking around, getting an eyeful of candy-sweeties and slipping back under his rock.

He waved yet another cloud of green smoke and frowned at his once-bottomless cup. It was empty, meaning he had to relocate and get more. He'd dropped off a few high-end bottles of stuff he'd managed to score the last time he'd been off the island. Right now, he could do with another shot of Patrón, though he saw a few people toting around bottles of Belvedere. Another option should he so choose to pick up on it.

He took a deep breath of pot-fogged, chlorine-misty air and swirled the last of his Patrón and took the gulp. Yep... he had one of the best views, seeing so many bikini-clad bodies and was just willing to take bets when the tops would start coming off. Not that he was a leering sick-o, but he tended to appreciate natural beauty and here he was, surrounded by it. He pulled his legs out of the pool and jumped up, ready to grab another bottle and start over again.

[evangeline maybell hopkins]

Evangeline continued to let her body relax in the Jacuzzi tub, and she wondered why they were not unoccupied. It didn’t look like somebody had thrown up in one of them or something, so it was pretty odd that these things weren’t filled with teenagers making out or having sex or other disgusting activities. Hopefully she wouldn’t have to knock on wood to keep that from happening, since there wasn’t any wood currently around. She turned around after a while, resting the bottle of peach schnapps on the tile surface above the depth of the hot tub. She watched the drunken men in the pool, some girls getting both high and drunk in the corner, and just continued to observe, wearing her usual blank expression as she took it all in. One profile that her eyes began to follow was that of aspen. She only really knew her as a casual acquaintance. The girl had approached her before. She’d gotten the vibe right away that she was a party girl; clearly she was correct in that assumption. Hell, she wouldn’t be surprised if she’d been the one to start this entire thing! Currently, while the girl was friendly enough, she had quite the bubbly personality, so in Evangeline’s head, she was on probation for the moment while she couldn’t decide whether it would be worth her time to socialize with her or not.


At the moment, it didn’t seem that she’d be getting a choice in the matter. As she finished canoodling with some guy in the pool, she watched as the girl actually began to head in her direction. She didn’t have any real reason to get out of the warm and soothing waters of the Jacuzzi tub to try and avoid the girl, so she stayed put, watching as she headed in her direction. When she approached, she greeted her by saying, "oh, hey Evangeline.”

[/b], and moving to sit near the back of the Jacuzzi tub. She turned herself around to face her, not feeling the least bit bashful about being seen by anybody, let alone aspen, in her soaked red lingerie. "wild night, huh?"[/b] she then asked her, and wearing her usual expression, she shrugged her shoulders and said, ”Certainly seems like it.”[/b]. Then she smirked, still facing the girl as she said, ”Only you could’ve conjured this night up, am I right?”[/b]. While she still wasn’t sure if she wanted to be friends with this girl, Evangeline still had her manners drilled into her, and she would always be polite unless she had a reason to act otherwise.


Taking another swig from the small body, she turned herself back around to face the people in the pool. ”I’m surprised that the female ratio is currently dwarfing the male ratio though. If there’s one fun thing about people watching at a party such as this, it’s the larger number of guys that can be subtly gawked at if the mood presents itself.”[/b] Looking towards the pool, there were only really two guys who caught her attention. One was blonde, quite muscular, and having a blast in the pool. That was the guy she’d seen fooling around with aspen just before she headed over to sit near her. Then there was another guy with darker hair, a bit more pleasant to look at. The blonde that belonged to aspen looked like a bit of a meat head. The other guy was probably a huge party-type too, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t look him over on occasion, right?


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notes. yay, party time dX~
credits. carolyn's sweet blasphemy *[/blockquote]

[mathis andre moreau]

mattie didn't usually bother with parties but for this one he made an exception. a pool party was always more fun than a regular one, thus it was worth having a look at least. arriving late he was a little disappointed at the turn out. there was a number of girls but really not as many guys. now he had to stay, even if it was only to help even it out just a bit.

looking around, mattie still had the cooler bag in his hand. it contained a nice bottle of wine that he didn't intend to finish at all. he might have a glass or two, maybe three if he stayed for long enough but ultimately it was to be shared, he just needed to find a familiar face.

noticing the blonde in the jacuzzi, accompanied by a dark haired girl he hadn't met yet, mattie moved toward them. he knew evangeline from a brief enconter not that long ago and he had seen the other girl around the school but hadn't spoken to her yet. now was as good a chance as any to meet new people.

"Bonjour," he said with a smile and he knelt down to get closer to them instead of having to stand and look down at the two. "Do you mind if I join?" he asked them with a smile. His french accent still there as he spoke the words. it was then that he noticed the dark haired girl's drink. "you're drinking wine? is it any good?" he asked, truly curious.

mattie grew up around the stuff, if there was anything he knew better than film and film making, it was wine. he had grown to love it, and understand the subtle differences. it was what he knew best.

[evie leander brenton]

"love the taste of grape but, i'm more of a beer girl at parties." Evie eagerly accepted the trade, sharing is caring and all that pish-posh. She pressed the pipe to her lips and inhaled deeply, reveling in the burning sensation the spread across her lungs. It would be soothing if it wasn’t for the excited screams filling the recreational area.
“Can’t stand the taste of beer me-self, but it’s supposed to be an acquired taste, so I’ve got some time to figure it out,” she responded with a grin, a quiet cough followed the end of her sentence. “This is fire dank,” she sighed contentedly as the familiar haze washed over her, turning the whites of her eyes a light pink.

“I’m Evie, you’re Shay, right? I heard Aspen shoutin’ at you,” she explained with a simple shrugged. Shay was mid-sentence agreeing that neither of the two were near the level of drunk that was the acceptable buzz for a pool party when Evie was showered with wine. ”Watch out you dizzy twit!” Evie shouted after the man that had caused the wretched chain of events that ended with a wine soaked sweater. She gave Shay a closed lip smile as she slipped off the cardigan, well, at least bikinis wear built to get wet. ”In an hour it won’t matter,” she waved her hand as she dropped the sweater on the ground, it was officially a lost cause to try and save it. She brought the bottle of Vodka to her lips, vodka makes everything better for a highschooler. ”Major party foul, though, she added with a wry grin.

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[Annette Prevot]

Lights flashed, music blared, and people came pouring in and out of the pool area. What the crap is going on her? Annette Prevot asked her self, as she walked towards the doors. Her flip flops smacked the tiled floor as she pushed open the door, she bumped into a few drunk people and she grimaced. She hated the smell of beer and wine. Blaugh.
"Excusez-moi. Excusez-moi." Annette repeated, trying to politely shove past the drunkies. As she entered the pool deck, a strong whiff of smoke hit her nose and she doubled over coughing, almost dropping her bag, but she kept moving on past the smokers and drinkers. The pool was crowded, there was no way that she could swim a few laps. Damn it. I'll never get any sleep now. Swimming calmed her down, but swimming in that pool would only kill her. Deep in thought, she barely noticed that someone stepped on her foot. All of sudden someone reached for her butt.
"Ah get off of me chienne! Chienne! Pervertir! Pervertir!" She squealed, backing up into one of the chairs. Annette fell down onto the chair in a little, grumpy lump. She immediately got back up and shoved her way towards the door.
"Descendre de moi!" She shouted at another guy who tried to touch her. She swatted his hand away, only to back into another guy. "Je suis d'ici." She grumbled, trying to get to the door. That plan of trying to get to the door failed. Instead of getting out safely, she was pushed into the pool. It's only my first day here and I'm already making a scene great.
She stuck her head above the surface only to find every single pair of eyes on her. Uh oh. Pas bon. . .

~I don't speak french and I used an online translator, sorry if I got some of that stuff wrong~

[mathis andre moreau]

Mattie turned from the small group when he heard such familiar words... Someone was speaking French.. No, shouting it! He turned immediately to look for the source. Mattie was always intrigued by any French people that might come through here, only because it didn't happen too often and sometimes it was nice to be able to speak in your own language.

He smirked at the girl and what he could see. It was a rather amusing scene to him. He laughed a little when she fell into the pool. "I'll be right back," he told the girls before making his way over to what seemed like the only other French teenager at this school.

Reaching out he offered her a hand to help her get out. "il semble que vous savez comment faire une entrée [[it seems you really know how to make an entrance]]," he told her with an amused smile.

[Annette Prevot]

"Merci. Donc, vous savez français? *" Annette took the boy's hand gratefully, pulling herself up and out of the pool. Her hair was dripping wet with pool water and was sticking to her face. Her new, cute Shoshanna Jersey Romper and Anya Hindmarch Boat bag were soaked. So was her iPhone and . . . iPod. mummy was not going to be happy. "Non! Mon iPhone et mon iPod! Maman va me tuer.**" She screeched angrily like a bird. Annette then started to walk away only to remember the boy. "Sorry," She blushed, "I'm Annette. The new girl is you didn't seem to notice. Si vous êtes ivre, et tu me touches comme ceux d'autres garçons là-bas, vous allez le regretter. Je vais vous lancer bout à bout, je le promets. ***" She quickly added, eying the boys in the corner that had started to touch her. Annette batted her eyelashes as she gave her hair a sharp twist to get some of the water out.



*Thanks. So you know french?
** No! My iphone and my iPod! Mum will kill me.
***If you are drunk, and you touch me like those other boys over there, you will regret it. I will kick you butt, I promise.

[mathis andre moreau]

"sais que c'est? Je suis Français [[know it? i am French]]," he told her looking a little amused. Mattie cringed as the screeching. He never did like hanging around girls who freaked out like that so easily. He had enough pressure to get things done on time so he did what he could to relax every other time.

"ce sont des choses qui arrivent [[these things happen (basically a polite way of saying 'shit happens')]]," he told her. She was definitely one of those girly girls who would freak out if she ever broke a nail but Mattie didn't mind that too much. He could put up with that sort of thing for a while, just to be able to talk to someone from his home.

"Un moment [[one moment]]," Mattie said, going back over to the jacuzzi and grabbing the cooler bag he had left there before walking back over to her in time for the introduction as he sat down beside her.

"Mathis Moreau," he told her, introducing himself properly this time because being French herself there was no risk of her thinking that his name was weird or different, plus she's be able to pronounce it properly which would definitely be a nice change.

Mattie just smirked, looking quite amused at her warning. "First of all. I'm not drunk and I don't like to get drunk," he began, the French accent was clear in his words. "Second, I have absolutely no interest in touching you. No offense to you but I'm gay," he told her, as he pulled out his bottle of wine and opened it. "would you like some?," he asked as he took out one of the expensive stemless glasses from the bag.

Mattie only really ever drank the good stuff, he knew what he liked and what he didn't like and with the $300 bottle of 1992 Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon, most people would probably enjoy it too.

[Annette Prevot]

"Oh, uhm thanks. No boy has ever been that nice to me. They always think I'm toooooooo dramatic." She paused, "Don't worry, I don't cry over broken nails, I only cry over," She pulled out her soggy iPhone, "Soggy iPhones. Thanks." She accepted the glass and took a sip.
"I should really get out of here and change. . .uhm it would be really weird if I asked you to come over to my dorm because I haven't even my my roommates yet so I guess I'll stay here. Alright, so let's start with you. How did you end up here?" Her French accent was thicker than ever since she was talking to a fellow frenchie.

[mathis andre moreau]

"I won't lie, from what I've seen, you are dramatic," Mattie told her but it didn't have to be such a bad thing. Mattie just nodded at her words. A dead iphone was definitely something to cry about. There was no way of saving it from such a fate.

Mattie just listened, not entirely sure where she was going but he just listened anyway, he was good at that after all but then she went back around to deciding to just stay there.

"I wanted to come here," he told her. "And you?" he asked. It was pretty simply for him. He had read about it and he wanted to come here so he did from his first year and now he was in his third.