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Post by ANNIE QUINN FOSTER on Sept 5, 2011 20:28:21 GMT -5
 Fall Mixer... the words echoed inside of Annie's head once more. She had been looking forward to this mixer all week, since her job didn't provide much stimulation. Being part of the Foster Staff just meant delivering people their food and dealing with them. It's not like she volunteered to part of the Fosters, she just didn't want to have to live with someone else. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em, right? All Annie wanted to do was jam out on her guitar, surf the latest gossip on the internet or even better: party.
As she approached the lounge area, where she's spent countless hours, she couldn't help but wonder if this was going to be any good. Hopefully this thing isn't a total drag... if it is, I'll just leave. she thought to herself. Flinging open the door there were already quite a few people there. A small dance floor was set up, but no one was dancing. Figures, the music is terrible... The jukebox was playing typical house music, which she had no interest in. Only when she was drunk did she ever enjoy it. Everyone had a drink in their hand though, which was reassuring. She knew that these parties got pretty crazy, and it was all due to the drinks.
Looking around, Annie noticed that her crowd of people (young people) weren't here yet. But she did give a few nods and winks to her fellow staff members. She would just have to wait until someone interesting came by. In the mean time, she decided to get herself a beer. She made her way to the corner of the room, where a very nice bar always was. After getting her beer, Annie turned around to face the center of the room and rested her elbow on the counter where she had just gotten her drink. Taking a big swig of her drink, she eyeballed the people around her.
Status: finished!
Tagged: Malcom <33
Notes: Sorry it's so crappy xD [/blockquote] [/justify] |
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Post by MALCOLM JAMES SCHMIDT on Sept 7, 2011 9:59:37 GMT -5
 Malcolm Schmidt was having a rare night in his young life, rare because it was free; he had nothing to prepare for college, no work for a couple of nights thanks to having his shifts cut, and his brother and sisters were getting to ages were they no longer required him to constantly be there for them. He sat in the living room feeling quite at a lose for what to do. Malcolm had text a few of his friends o see if anyone was up for hanging out, but he just received replies telling him to go to the fall mixer. He groaned initially at those replies, feeling that he was far too old for mixers. He didn’t want to show up and be the only twenty-one year old in a sea of eighteen year olds.
By the fourth text back telling him he should go to the mixer, Malcolm lost the head with the situation and decided to take the advice. He jumped up off the sofa and headed off to the bathroom, getting a quick shower before going to his bedroom and searching for something to wear. Malcolm could be worse than a woman when it came to finding clothes to wear, and his confusion about mixer dress codes didn’t help; did he go casual, or dressy? Malcolm browsed through his wardrobe before settling on a shirt and waistcoat. He figured that ensemble could be considered fairly casual but dressy enough, suiting any eventuality of dress when he arrived.
He quickly got dressed and left his room to go on a search for Julia. ”Jules?” He called out, walking down the hallway. He heard her voice coming from her bedroom and popped his head in, ”I’m going to some mixer thing, can you keep an eye on Eden and Daniel?” All he received in response was a quick ‘kay!’ before she went back to her phone call. Malcolm grabbed his keys from the front hallway on his way out before setting off for his walk to the fall mixer. It was a pleasant enough walk, it wasn’t too hot or too cold, and there was a perfect amount of daylight. By the time Malcolm arrived at the mixer he was in high spirits, until he glanced in through a window.
Malcolm lingered outside after his arrival, mainly because he had a cigarette to finish and he was never sure what places allowed smoking inside anymore, partially because the party looked to still be in that awkward first couple of hours that every party suffers. Malcolm cursed himself for being early, and then started to consider just turning on his heel and going home to spend a night watching movies with a bottle of rum. He let out a sigh and decided that he may as well go inside for a drink or two to see if it picked up now that he was there. Malcolm pushed open the door and took a second or two to glance around, before making a bee line for the bar in the corner. Malcolm frowned as he looked at what was offer at the bar. Maybe he had been spoilt with the types of alcohol they kept in stock at work, but he was always disappointed when the ingredients for a glitter bomb were not readily available to him. Malcolm settled himself with a large serving of whiskey over some ice, which he took a sip of before noticing there was someone else standing there too, an attractive girl he couldn’t positively say if he had met or not before. ”Hello,” he greeted with a smile, turning slightly in her direction and taking another sip of his whiskey.
outfit; here
word count; 617
notes; sorry for the delay, internet decided it would be funny to not work yesterday
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Post by ANNIE QUINN FOSTER on Sept 7, 2011 19:34:36 GMT -5
Her thoughts were interrupted, thankfully, by a "Hello." and a smile. The guy beside her was also enjoying a drink. He was certainly the looker; well built and a cute smile. Not to mention they were close in age. Annie returned the smile as soon as she removed the sweet smell of the beer from her face. "Hey...have we met?" Annie turned to face him, and put her beer on the counter. Of course everyone in the town essentially met, since it was so small; but he looked vaguely familiar. Perhaps he worked on a different branch of the Fosters? No, or else Annie would have pounced on him. Probably just a local... She thought to herself.
The bar tender was about to refill her beer, when she interrupted, "Could I get a Guinness now? Thanks, you can take it from my check." She was a regular at this bar, and usually had to plead for something stronger than a beer. Annie new that the Guinness will probably give her something nasty in the morning, but she didn't really give a damn.
She waited patiently for her drink and in the meantime, listened to the guy beside her. Around them, Annie noticed the sun setting outside. Her friends were going to be out here soon, trying to pry her from the bar and onto the dance floor. She knew that the only way you could get her to dance to house music was to give her a little more liquor.
The guy beside her though, looked like he could use a good time. She couldn't help but think that he hadn't had a night off in a while. In a way, Annie could relate, but she still had it pretty easy. She had no idea if this guy was troubled or had a laid-back life like hers, but his presence intrigued her, which was rare. It must be the alcohol... Annie thought to herself, blaming the alcohol once more.
Status: finished!
Tagged: Malcom <33
Notes: nah, you're not late (:
Outfit:party like a rockstar
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Post by MALCOLM JAMES SCHMIDT on Sept 12, 2011 8:52:52 GMT -5
”I’m not sure,” Malcolm replied when the girl asked had they met. His smile widened now that she had responded and shown interest in having a conversation; he had been rejected for conversation at parties before and it always left him wondering what the point of people going to parties was if they weren’t going to talk to new people as well as their friends. ”I work in Wire and go to the college, maybe we’ve met there?” Malcolm couldn’t help but feel a little overzealous with the information he had just told the girl, as if he was desperate to find a reason that they may have previously met. ”Although I’m sure had we met before I could never forget a face as beautiful as yours,” Malcolm thought aloud before taking a swig of his whiskey. He couldn’t quite decide if it was the alcohol going into his system, a sudden nicotine rush or just settling in to the party, but it suddenly clicked with Malcolm that he may as well have fun if he was out, and he was going to flirt like nobodies business starting with his new acquaintance. ”Regardless, I’m Malcolm,” he smiled, holding his hand out for the girl to shake.
Malcolm leant back on the bar, taking a moment to look out upon the room while the girl beside him ordered herself another drink. A small smirk played on his lips as she ordered a pint of Guinness. Malcolm was always impressed with girls that could actually drink stouts and ales rather than bitch drinks or wine. Maybe it was the mixture of Irish and German in his family ancestry, but since Malcolm had started to drink he always preferred a good whiskey or beer. As he finished pondering this, Malcolm noticed his new friend was just standing waiting for her drink, and figured he was being terribly rude by staring out at the party. He turned once again to face her, ”So did you come to this party alone, or are you waiting for your friends?” Malcolm decided for the sake of the optimistic part of him that wanting to continue flirting with the girl, he wasn’t going to ask if she was waiting for her boyfriend. He swirled the ice round his whiskey tumbler and drank the last dregs as he waited for the girls reply, before catching the attention of the bartender and ordering another double Jameson.
outfit; here
word count; 406
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Post by ANNIE QUINN FOSTER on Sept 12, 2011 11:35:33 GMT -5
She knew that the darker the drink was, the worse the hang-over would be in the morning. But the more that she consumed, the more she was reassured that the night would turn out well. The fact that the guy beside her could handle his liquor like a true gentlemen was also impressive. Overtime, she had built a tolerance for alcohol, like one would with cigarettes. She had been drinking since high-school, which she never had graduated.
"Oh, Wire. Yeah, I go there often. Perhaps that's where I've seen you." Thinking back, Annie had always gone to Wire once she got bored here in the lounge. Maybe that's where she had seen him... well, maybe not. It was pretty dark in there and it wasn't the best place to see faces; especially when you're drunk. Regardless, she knew that she'd be making more trips to Wire.
Annie was flattered when he said that her face was memorable. She tried to cover up her girlish giggles with a cough and a swig of her drink. There was nothing more that made her giddy than flirting and romance. "Thanks, you're not too bad yourself." She added, with a wink. "I'm Annie, nice to meet you." With light grip, she shook his hand.
This guy seemed like lots of fun already. Annie figured that she'd just spend the night partying it up with him. "Nah, I'm not waiting for anyone in particular... It's just that--Well, my friends are usually in these kind of events." she nodded and drank some more of her drink. Annie hoped that they wouldn't come. If they did, they would ruin all the potential fun her and Malcom would have.
"What about you? Meeting up with anyone?" She hoped that he wasn't in some kind of committed relationship. But even if he was, she'd probably stick around to see where this guy would take her. You know what they say, just because there's a goalie, doesn't mean you can't score.
Status: finished!
Tagged: Malcom <33
Notes: woot, woot!
Outfit:party like a rockstar
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Post by MALCOLM JAMES SCHMIDT on Sept 19, 2011 13:10:41 GMT -5
Malcolm smiled and nodded in agreement when the girl said she had probably seen him at work. He met at lot of people in his job and couldn’t really remember half of them; the only ones that tended to stick in Malcolm’s memory were the regulars, whose orders he could rhyme off in a heartbeat as soon as he saw their faces. Malcolm momentarily pondered how he hoped that the girl wasn’t one of the regulars he should have known the order of, otherwise his record of remembering was going to be destroyed.
His smile turned into a short lived grin as his companion gave a giggle that she quickly tried to hide. Malcolm had to admit, from appearance he wouldn’t have expected her to be a giggler. It added an endearing quality to her in his eyes. ”You are far too kind, my dear. And the pleasure is all mine,” he replied, pulling her hand up to his mouth when she took his hand to shake and placing a soft kiss on the back of it. Malcolm could tell that the way he was acting with Annie would have gained him a great deal of teasing from his friends had they been there, but he was in a grand gesture sort of mood; it had been too long since he was out without having to worry about his siblings and he was going to make the most of it.
”Ah, so you’re a queen of the local party scene?” Malcolm joked. He knew rightly that Annie was probably suggesting something to do with the Fosters, but he was just going to roll with the party theory; he liked a girl that could let her hair down. Far too much of his time was taken up by acting serious so a party girl suited him. Malcolm shook his head for a fraction of a second, mentally scolding himself for getting too presumptuous about the situation.
He took a mouthful of whiskey and shook his head, before stopping and shrugging as he swallowed the golden liquid. ”Well, I’m not really sure. I have no specific plans but received a few texts telling me to show up here, so I guess it’ll be more of a casual bumping into my friends later on.” Malcolm took another drink from his tumbler, trying to hide the brief embarrassment he was feeling from going off on a tangent when Annie asked basically a yes or no question. ”Long story short, no,” he laughed.
outfit; here
word count; 418
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