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Post by Anna Blaire on Feb 26, 2008 15:51:56 GMT -5
As Parker’s face turned a dark shade of red, Anna’s eyes darted down the ground. He looked so… weird. Not in a geeky kind of way. Just in a way that she had never seen before. Anna took a quick look in his direction. He spoke and she just let her head nod. She was so tired, and was barely alert of what was going on around her. The music was echoing in her ear. She sighed, and tried to answer Parker’s statement. “It’s fine.. I wouldn’t blame you anyways.” Anna said, her words slurring together. This was a reminder to Parker about how unsober she was. |
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Post by { P A R K E R lewis on Feb 26, 2008 15:59:25 GMT -5
A reminder, indeed. He sighed a bit and looked back up at her, the color leaving his face as she spoke. He wished she'd look at him. It was almost like she was too drunk to be mad, yet he somehow knew that if she was sober and he'd done that, she'd have ripped him a new one. And that was really bad. He swollowed. He knew what to say, exactly what, but it would cause her to be mad even in her drunken stupor. Oh what the hell. "Would you blame me if I only felt this bad because of the fact that I want to kiss you again?" Yeah, that was a bad thing to say and he could feel it. He clenched his teeth, bracing himself for the smack that was sure to come. He was such a screw up around this girl, and he hated it...
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Post by Anna Blaire on Feb 26, 2008 16:08:27 GMT -5
When Parker talked, Anna wasn't really paying attention. The music, the talking, the occasional yell was all getting to her. She couldn't concentrate. But Anna had heard something about kissing, and doing it again. Or something like that. "Kiss me anytime you want." She smiled playfully. Anna licked her lips, and moved to sit on top of Parker's lap. Hopefully she wouldn't smush his ninty pound body. She put her hand behind his neck, and pulled him in. Right then and there Anna kissed him, right on the lips. That was a surprise. |
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Post by { P A R K E R lewis on Feb 26, 2008 16:29:17 GMT -5
Surprising it was. Espically to Parker, who'd expected her to run off. He'd thought she was kidding when she said it, but knew she was serious when he felt the pressure of her body on his. She was dead, drunkenly serious. He knew she was totally out of her head, as her lips were placed on his and his eyes almost bugged out of his head. Somehow, he couldn't force himself to get off of her, or her off of him, or whatever. His hand went to her hip as he slowly closed his eyes, easing into the fact that he'd kissed a drunk girl. He moved his hand slowly up her side until it was on her neck again. He deepened the kiss, the consequences of this not really hitting his brain. At the moment nothing was hitting his brain, he was virtually incapable of thought.
I kissed a drunk girl, kissed a drunk girl on the lips, I let my guard down, how could I have been so dumb? Her eyes were open, I know I am not the one...
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Post by Bridgette Riser on Feb 26, 2008 20:40:36 GMT -5
Anna let herself rest on Parker’s lap, feeling quite comfortable. She kissed him, and wasn’t about to pull away, until he did. This could probably be a while.... Meanwhile, in Anna’s head thoughts were zooming around. ‘What in the world are you doing?’ ‘But it feels so good’ ‘This is not like you, he’s a flirtatious male!’ ‘You should have slapped him earlier!’ But none of this was about to stop Anna. She continued with the little make out scene, in the middle of the club. If sober Anna would have been here, she would have slapped nonsober Anna silly. Too bad… now that would have been a sight!” |
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Post by { P A R K E R lewis on Feb 26, 2008 20:52:16 GMT -5
Parker could feel himself relaxing, physically and mentally, and just really trying to forget half of what was happening. He was having a small mental debate too... 'She's totally drunk off her ass she doesn't know what's going on!' 'Yeah so, that's better for me!' 'No it isn't! You'd totally be taking advantage of her! There's a lot of things that Parker Lewis does and that just isn't one of them.' 'Well, it is now. I'm not going to stop her!' 'You should this is totally wrong. You're a bad person!' 'I'm willing to live with that.' He snapped back into reality to notice that he had subconciously moved one of his hands to the small of her back. He was desperatly trying to push out of his mind the fact that he was making out with a drunk girl, and enjoying it. He hadn't ever done that before. Sure he'd made out with drunk girls, but only when he was drunk too. Now he was sober, and he oh so very inconveniently had a consience and felt almost a little bad about this. Wait why should he feel bad? He's the one who liked her, who was only going to be let down again when she was sober. She was the lucky one, she had no feelings for him and she wouldn't even remember this. He would, and he could tell already that it was going to kill him...
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Post by Bridgette Riser on Feb 26, 2008 20:58:53 GMT -5
Anna was tired. No even close to tired, but worn out, and ready to fall in to unconsciousness in the next five minutes. She stopped the little make out scene, but allowed Parker’s hands stay on her back. She remained on his lap and told him that, “I should probably go back to your dorm, or something…” Anna smiled flirtatiously, “Please!” She pleaded and grabbed both his hands. “C’mon.” The next morning would be an eventful occurrence, Anna was either going to be pissed, or completely ‘happy’ with the situation. Probably the first one, but you never know..! |
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Post by { L I A M bradenton on Feb 26, 2008 21:20:01 GMT -5
Parker frowned slightly as she pulled away, he hadn't wanted it to end and, if it had to, certianly not this soon. He just looked at her as she talked, he was becoming more shocked and just blown away by her total split personalityness with every word she said. before she was telling him that he needed to stop calling her pretty and now she was all over him asking to go back to his dorm?! There was something really wrong with that picture. Wait back to his dorm like to do that. Or to sleep. Oh he was so confused that he could have easily believed that she meant to go back to his dorm to fly on a dinosaur. He wanted to tell her no but that look in her eye, the grin on her face just told him that maybe she wouldn't get horribly violent in the morning. Yeah right. He knew she would and he knew this was a really bad idea, espically if she meant it in the way he reaaaaally hoped she did thought she did, purely because she was drunk. But he also knew that he couldn't say no to this girl. "...Okay. Sure..."
And that just might be the death of him.
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Post by Bridgette Riser on Feb 26, 2008 21:26:04 GMT -5
"Yay!" Anna yelled happily, clapping while doing so. She pulled him from off the stool, and said, “Let’s leave now.” She winked, and turned around. Anna quickly turned right back, to snatch her red clutch. She smiled, happy that she got her way. Because if not, she would had been angry. Anna would had thrown a down right awful fit. And Parker would have regretted it. She would had made his life a living hell. Anna was capable of this. Don’t deny it. She would’ve. |
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Post by { P A R K E R lewis on Feb 26, 2008 21:34:36 GMT -5
ooc; i'll reply to this tomorrow. i'm way too tired and depressed to be bothered when you're not online anyway |:
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Post by Anna Blaire on Feb 27, 2008 15:41:25 GMT -5
ooc;
okay, dont forget! :]
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Post by { A V E R Y parker on Feb 27, 2008 19:57:35 GMT -5
Parker was a little weary of the entire situation as she squealed in happiness and walked and got her purse and all. He saw her smilig and couldn't help but hace a snall twinge of regret or something like that. He'd never regretted anything before. It was a little odd. He walked next to her, right out of the club. He grabbed her hand as they walked and didn't even notice, he was starting to like her less now. Was that possible. Because she was drunk and pushing to go to his dorm and all that she was becoming just another girl to him, slightly. Just another girl he would want and get and never talk to again... Ugh why was this so complicated.
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Post by Chase Hill on Feb 27, 2008 20:01:52 GMT -5
Anna smiled at him, as he grabbed his hand. "Where's your car?" She asked, happily, although at any second she could probably fall over and go to sleep. "I'm really tired. And my feet hurt bad." She told him, like he cared.
Anna wasn't very sure what in the world was going on, but Parker looked uneasy. Like she upset him, or something. Well whatever. Anna wasn't that worried anyways. |
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Post by { A V E R Y parker on Feb 27, 2008 20:09:52 GMT -5
Parker decided that he would be fine with what was happening inside his head, and that it didn't matter if she was just some drunk girl. It isn't like it devalued it at all. He stared down at the pavement as they walked, and jerked his head in the direction of the car when she asked. It was two spaces away. When they got to it, he got his keys out of his pocket and unlocked it. He opened his door and sat in the drivers seat. He just looked foreward, not at her. He didn't really give a damn if he was confusing her. She was just a girl.
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Post by Chase Hill on Feb 27, 2008 20:36:33 GMT -5
Anna glared at him, as he jerked her so that she was near he car. She mumbled some curse words, and waited until he opened the car door for her. "Thanks." She whispered, as she got into the car. The seats were comfty and soft. Anna looked at him. Whatever his problem was, she didn't know. "I didn't know that males could experince PMS, with the symtoms of bitchyness." Anna said, just loud enough for him to hear. It didn't make any sense, but the way Parker was acting, that didn't make any sense either. She looked out the window. Sober Anna was coming back, somehow. |
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