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Post by BRITTANY SUSAN PIERCE on Sept 2, 2011 11:27:37 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( words ) *shrugs* ( tagged ) ND&BLAINE ( status ) complete Brittany gave out the drinks and swallowed another shot. She shook her head and watched as Santana left the room. "Um, okay..." She said after half hearing what she had said. She got back to herself as the alcohol settled in her stomach. She saw Rachel out of the corner of her eye and smiled before going back to pouring drinks. "Help 'yo selves to everything!" Brittany said and jumped up onto the counter.
She saw Santana smile at her as she shuffled into a comfortable position on the counter and she returned the gesture. She picked up a red cup full of some drink and began sipping it. She looked back over at Santana and patted the space on the counter next to her, inviting her to come and sit next to her.
Brittany sipped a few more times at her drink before reaching across the counter to a cup full of straws she bit her lip as she grabbed two; one pink and one blue before dropping them into her cup. She smirked at it before drinking it. Everyone knew that you got drunk sooner if you drink through a straw because you drink faster. new templaaate xD |
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Post by SAMUEL GRYFFIN EVANS on Sept 24, 2011 12:03:14 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] AND I DON'T LIKE DANCING IN THE ALLEY The Words: 399 The Outfit: hoodie, jeans The Notes this is gonna be sooo fun xD
Sam remembered little of the last New Directions' house party - thank you, alcohol-induced memory loss - so maybe this time he'd have enough sense to stay sober enough to at least set up a video camera first to capture everyone's drunken stupidity. Then he might have bragging rights to being the only person who remembered anything, even if it was through cheating...but still. Not as if it was a practical, achievable idea anyways, or as if he would actually lay off after the first one or two drinks. He wasn't that smart. He did have the 'dumb blond' reputation to live up to, after all.
Sam grinned and looked shyly away as Quinn greeted him back, his head not lifting until the doorbell rang again and he started to grow more curious as to who it could possibly be. "Rachel!" he exclaimed at the sight of one of his best friends. "Get over here and come say hi." His tone was good-natured until Santana mentioned the need for the first drink to be in a shot glass. "Aw, man - San?" he groaned. Sam's nose wrinkled in distaste; he'd never really had a taste for shots, especially not the stuff in 'em...even if he knew he'd get tipsy not nearly as quickly just drinking beers and such. But maybe that was a good thing? Maybe it would help slow him down, or at least keep him from getting such a nasty hangover.
Sam wasn't about to back down, though, so he announced, "I'm gonna go get myself a drink." Marching into the kitchen with determination, he poured himself a shot and downed it as quickly as he could. The taste made him shudder as it passed down his throat, but he knew he'd get a lot less flack for actually doing it than he would for passing the shot up. After setting his glass back down on the counter with a little "clink," he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes quickly scanning the room. Where were all the guys? He was the only New Directions boy in the room. Not that he really minded, because what guy doesn't want to be surrounded by pretty girls all night at a party (he didn't mean to sound like a player or anything; he was just accepting the facts), but it still made him feel a little awkward. |
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Post by noahpuckerman on Sept 25, 2011 17:58:40 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: d3d3d3; width: 370px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;] rock and roll all night and party everyday!
Puck was seriously late, and he was hoping that maybe, for once other people had brought booze to the party and maybe, nobody had noticed that he hadn't made it yet to second Rachel Berry House Party Trainwreck Extravaganza. He used his fake ID in order to get the booze that they needed for the party and stuff to replace anything that people took out of the Berry Daddies' liquor cabinet, but that had taken a while seeing as Puck always drove to the next town over in order to buy alcohol. He mainly did that so there was less risk of him getting busted or being spotted by somebody who knew who he was.
He was pretty damn excited about this party at his hot little Jewish American Princess's house- hell, the last time there was a party at her house, it had been fucking awesome once he talked her into breaking open her dads' stash. After parking his huge Ford pick up truck, he wandered into the Berries' house without even knocking on the door and headed down to the basement, his arms and backpack filled with alcohol. He had enough with him that he was sure that the Glee club would get trashed, especially if they hadn't started drinking yet.
Which, the rest of New Directions had already started. "Anybody need more alcohol?” he called out as he entered the basement. “I got as much as I could, and I can't take it home, so...drink up, assholes!” Walking over to a table in the kitchen, Puck sat down the big case of beer and bag of alcohol that he was carrying before getting that and what was in his backpack out. There was enough alcohol to get everyone pretty smashed, including himself- and plus, this way Rachel wouldn't get busted by her daddies for letting everyone drink their booze.
He opened up the case of Budweiser and cracked one open for himself, when he noticed that there was someone in the kitchen area with him. ”Hey, Sam, want a beer?” Now that he was at the party, Puck was determined to get smashed and have some fun, and not worry about school any thing like that. Tonight was all about fun and getting crazy, and nobody was going to stop him.
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