9:00

[ken]

Only a few minutes into the party and everyone was already ganging up on the tutor. Not that Kennedy blamed them, really. He made quite the easy target. Though he certainly wasn't about to roll over and bare his throat for them, even as they circled. Too many years of rolling with the wrong crowd had still left edges around Kennedy.

"I am a bit of a loud drunk," he mused. He turned slightly, smirking at Jon. Cowing him would almost be too easy. After all, Kennedy knew exactly what little Morgan thought of her boyfriend, the unkind words hissed between siblings. However, Kennedy wasn't quite that willing to flay Jon, not for a playful comment like that. Kennedy was still wearing his armor, after all.

"Apparently I'm the only adult in this establishment," mused Kennedy. The timing of his words worked out perfectly, and they hit the air just as Duke wandered over. Kennedy simply smiled, saluting the incoming youth with his bottle. Duke reminded him of the people Kennedy used to associate with, long ago.

"It's allowed here," offered Kennedy. He spread his arms, grinning. "But that's because Rae's the final authority. Would you really expect her to lay down the law?"

[Raelena St. John]

Rae was incredibly turned on, and was hating herself for it.

Seeing Mae had ignited her already smoldering hormones, and Rae had been fighting watching the other lycan the entire time. That relationship had a touch of the primal within it. Possibly because of the shared natures, possibly just the similar style. Irregardless, even now Rae couldn't help but feel that pull toward Mae.

She tried to steady herself with a drink. When that failed, she took to watching her friend Kennedy, but for once the knight looked to be holding his own in a social situation. Apparently having a princess had finally granted Kennedy balls. Who knew?

Which meant that Rae's attention had reverted on Mae. She still drank, thus unable to slide her comments into the exchange. Besides, Rae already predicted how Duke would respond, and it had played out as she'd hoped. If every male in the bar rejected Mae, or even just enough to frustrate her, then Rae won.

It occurred to Rae that she wanted to win.

It wouldn't count, really. Mae and she would never have anything resembling a long term relationship. That was apparent simply by watching them. Besides, this was primal lust, not the actual heart's attraction. Rae's feelings for Mae were decidedly different from her feelings toward Eve. Well, that was a lie. If Eve gave the slightest indication that she'd sleep with Rae, the lycan would eagerly take her to bed. Probably wouldn't leave for days, either.

But the interaction between Dorian and Mae disturbed Rae, finally jarring her. There was something decidedly predatory in the way Mae acted, especially right now. Who had Dorian been with prior to this? Someone Mae knew, perhaps?

Nothing hotter than revenge sex.

"D**m," Rae muttered. How was she going to stop this? And she certainly wasn't going to join. Despite Dorian's whining, he was not a female. Well, she certainly wasn't going to simply surrender.

"Ye really want ta cry wit' 'im?" asked Rae, nodding toward Dorian. She still got ready to serve more drinks, knowing the results of proper social lubrication. Meanwhile, her schemes would have to work. "Tain't a fun way ta spend a night."

Rae swayed a bit, smiling enticingly.

[҉ Kenneth Lorne]

Never to learn the meaning of 'morally relaxed', Kenneth was still overjoyed by the sudden appearance of a drink.

"Hey, if injuring myself is going to get me drinks, I'll do it again," he grinned at Rae, picking up the bottle before the band-aid.

After he guzzled down the entire beer in a record 8 seconds, the teenager grinned wolfishly at nothing in particular. Tearing open the band-aid and applying it to his palm was easy enough, and soon he was tapping the counter in front of the distracter and horny Raelena, grin still in place.

"I'll bet I can drink you under the table, lass," Ken challenged, feeling quite mighty. He was unaware of the internal struggle Raelena was facing, and had no idea that adding a social lubricant to her system would only help her lose. He was just a boy, challenging a fellow 'boy' to a drink-off, because the heavy-weight in him was still looking for prime opportunities to get shit-faced.

He was oblivious to Mae and Duke and Dorian, oblivious to Kennedy and Jon and Noah. He only knew that Raelena was the key to liquid courage and he was decidedly fearful if it meant he could juice up.

[nate]

Well, this is certainly an appropriate place for me to begin this little outing.

Nate Wakeman took in the stall around him. Remarkably clean, really, especially for a barroom stall. Free of vomit, filth, and even graffiti. Just black stall walls, unadorned. A roll of toilet paper, well, you get the drift. A normal bathroom stall.

"Might have gotten the teleportation just a tad off," he murmured, rising to his feet. His clothing, a dark dress shirt and khakis, now required some dusting. A hat had rolled off, and lay nearby. This was placed atop his head, set at a jaunty angle. Then Wakeman left the stall, left the bathroom proper.

And entered the Cave.

How many people did Kenneth invite to this stupid event? It looks like nearly every male student worth mentioning is here, and some others as well.
Eiji Almasy, Kennedy Cavan- brand names.
Dorian and Jon, of course.
Noah Copeland... I think that one's name is "Duke" or something equally stupid.
and Chris, who must have bribed his way here.
there's St. John, hungrily looking at...

legs. Wow, that must be. Has to be. Certainly is stunning, but oddly, I'm not nearly as attracted to her as I would be to her sister. Elliot 1, Mae 0.

Nate straightened his hat, then strolled over to the bar as if he'd been there the whole time. One finger raised, and he had a drink. Still hadn't said a word.

[Dorian Wilde]

It wasn't that Dorian didn't think Mae wasn't worth it. It was that he knew she wasn't worth it. After the pain he'd suffered from Elliot, no woman was worth that agony. But the idea of a quick no-strings-attached fuck was beginning to appeal to him the longer he stared at her. Seeing as how she'd brushed off Duke, and was giving him her full attention, he decided why not? He wouldn't fall for her; couldn't. He had exhausted all his affection on one girl, and now he had no compassion left.

Instead of sitting with her, Dorian stood to the side of the stool she gestured to so he was closer to her, and leaned one elbow on the table. He was drunk from the single cup Rae gave him before, and he was a man with nothing to lose.

"The girl's not important," Dorian growled, leaning in, "it's the story. Tragic and typical, Romeo and Juliet. Only Juliet wanted a relationship of convenience and wouldn't have followed Romeo if it weren't beneficial. And Romeo was too caught up trying to save her that he didn't even notice he was drowning," the boy smirked, heartbroken. "Shakespeare got it wrong."

She'd leave him. She'd go find some other boy that wasn't as damaged as he. What did it matter? The idea he'd been entertaining before while he undressed her with his eyes was losing its shine. This man-eater wanted a boy she could dominate over, not a guy who would lay down in front of her. Dorian sneered, as though she'd just spoken the words herself.

"What do you care? You look around this bar and jump from one guy to the next until you find the one that can sweep you off your feet and carry you away to a happily ever after. Mine's already gone and jumped off a cliff. I don't have what you want, so stop wasting your time with me."

He was pushing her away, all the while leaning in to her. Dorian was right up against the stool she sat on now, bodies were less than an inch apart, and he was whispering the icy words to her the way a lover would chastise a partner. They looked intimate, from afar, and the words if taken out of context could still stand on their own as harsh, unforgiving, and ugly.

Mae Davis had found the pretty boy who lacked in pretty words. Someone else had stolen them all, and he had no more left in his reserve.

[mae]

Mae's lips quirked into a wry grin, and at Rae's words, her expression broke, blooming into a full-scale smirk complete with the most devious glint in her lethal purple gaze. The rock star had finally decided to pay her friend some attention, and yet, Mae had set her sights firmly on Dorian, for a flood of reasons.
"If anyone's spending the night with me," Mae turned her head to look at the blonde who lingered behind the bar, and her smile was razor-sharp, "they definitely won't be crying." Rae, of all people knew that; which was probably the reason that they other Lycan had even broached the subject up in the first place. Something had changed about the other girl, and even though it was eating away at Mae because she was a very curious creature, and so feline that it risked ending her at times, this was not the place.

The model tore her heated gaze away from the Scot, but not before licking her lips once, and fleetingly, she found herself wondering how long it had been since she had even been around another Lycan. The buisness, Shangri-LA, it was full of wolves, but all of a very different breed, and Mae had missed the connection, the natural link that she had here, to this girl and the beast they both harbored.

Dorian was besides her now and as Mae turned on her bar stool to find him practically leering over her, she couldn't help that her legs brushed against his in a fashion that was hardly coy. Leaning an elbow against the bar so that she could listen to the handsome boy, her devastating purple eyes made sure his feet stayed planted right where they were.

His wounds, the sting that Dorian carried in his chest, came through in his voice, and it would have been evident even if Mae hadn't been listening expressly for it and even if the boy hadn't been advertising it. Heartbreak was a messy, agonizing disaster that most people, once having jumped through love's treacherous hoops, would prefer a tornado over. She had no doubt that the stranger before her had been torn up open and broken and there was a part of him that would be ruined forever, because of what Elliot did to him. She would be the scar that he wore on his heart forever, the permanent reminder of what could - and very well would - happen when a person decides to give themselves to another, mind, body, and soul.
Dorian would find another girl, hell, he would find a few that he thought were 'the one', and in the end things would work out for him, because that's just the kind of guy he was, but through everything, he would never be as one-hundred-percent, dead-sure and head-to-toe passionate, as he was about Elliot, because he would carry the damage she did to him like a scarlet letter, and some degree of hesitancy and caution, even just in their slightest, would haunt him through the rest of his affairs of the heart.

She wore a enticing grin, despite the way something more dismal shone in her eyes; welcome to the way the rest of the world operates kid, get used to it. You didn't think you could get out without getting your hands dirty, did you?. Every living, breathing human that existed among them had been heartbroken before. You could look at anyone and see the scar in their eyes too, you know that someone tore them open and ruined everything and left them in the dark without hope - and if you find someone who's walking around intact and unharmed, there was always comfort in the fact that it wouldn't last forever, that the great and terrible truth of it all would catch up to them too.

"Lover boy," she reached up just then, grabbing Dorian's chin in between her thumb and forefinger. Normally, Mae would have been all sorts of rough about such a motion. Rae, who stood close enough to watch the action, could testify to that, and while a stern fire burnt in the depths of Mae's violet irises, she still handled him with care, and there was a unprecedented gentleness about how she dealt with him. "I'm not looking for happily ever after, trust me."

She chuckled darkly, amused by him, and finally she tugged him close and captured him in a kiss, instantly commanding and intense, but only for a second, just until she was sure she had his attention, and then it melted into something sweet and unassuming, a promise, but not a guarantee, which is where women like Mae Davis were experts. Pulling back, her hand slipped away from his jawline and even though it had been a fleeting, instant kiss, she could taste his drink on her lips and found herself wanting more.

Looking down at her lap and then back up to meet Dorian's heady gaze, she suddenly felt the urge to tell him all sorts of things, to make this easier on him. She wanted to tell him why Elliot was so damaged, and she wanted to tell him about her sister's first boyfriend, her one great love and why it had come to a end. She wanted to help him understand, and more than anything, she wanted to help him see that it would get better; he was too young to not believe it was going to get better.

But she wasn't a good Samaritan, and she wasn't a girl scout, hell, she wasn't even really human, and the desire to try something so completely contrasted from her usual self faded as quickly as it had come. Fuck it, she thought suddenly, and her tongue tasted of tequila and bitter, malicious intent. The best she could do for Dorian was to help and ease the pain for a little while, a shot of numb to make the comedown a bit smoother for him. Reaching out, the Lycan hooked a finger in his belt loop lazily, smiling wolfishly as she looked up at the boy expectantly.

Your move, Romeo.

[Raelena St. John]

D**m penises

Rae had been frustrated before, but losing Mae to some quixotic quest to get some sniffling loser to pay attention just p**sed her off. She was Raelena St. John! People went out of their way to be with her.

"Must be losin' m'touch," she murmured, shaking her head. Suddenly getting utterly smashed with Kenneth sounded like a viable alternative. For that matter, it looked downright pleasant. The last thing Rae wanted was to watch this d**m hetero exchange play out before her. Shattered hearts could lead to decent sex, but Rae didn't want to think about that right now.

Surly, Rae moved over and reached beneath the bar. The stuff she pulled out was banned in most states, including the one she was in. Like Rae cared about that.

Grunting, she popped it open and took a deep swig straight from the bottle. The bracing warmth flowed through her almost immediately, and the world suddenly felt a good deal better. Still, it also became more apparent that there was a distinct lack of boobies in the vicinity. Which displeased Rae.

"Need some f**kin' p**sy," muttered Rae. She pulled out a cell phone and began texting like mad, quickly calling upon the various females she had near the top of the list. Besides, some of these guys had to want to see their girlfriends right about now.

she also noticed Nate, but only pulled out another bottle, putting it between Nate and Kenneth. Let them fight for it, Rae was too busy right now.

[Dorian Wilde]

No happily ever after. No strings attached. Hot, angry sex with the girl who could kiss better than anyone he'd ever kissed. It was appealing again, and very tempting, and who the fuck was Dorian to resist temptation? Bad things happened when you say 'no'.

The kiss had come unexpectedly, and he'd be lying if he told you the lack of control wasn't disconcerting. But he knew she was the kind of girl to ask the boy out because he was too chicken to do so. Not that Dorian was chicken, but this saved him from stumbling through a drunken request. He kissed her back once it registered that he should, and then his fervor intensified into something hardly bearable, primal lust including tooth and claw. His hand found the fabric over her hip and his fingers bit into it tightly. There was no space between him and the stool she sat on, in fact he was leaning right up against it, his other hand at the back of her head so she couldn't escape. His lips were harsh, and instead of lying down as he'd assumed he would, he was lashing out, his anger the only thing fueling his adrenaline.

But then he let go when she stopped kissing, and the frustration of not getting everything he wanted made his hand grip her even more possessively. He'd felt her promise, and expected a guarantee, the same way he'd been with Elliot. Only he just wanted to screw Mae... he didn't want to save her.

Her hand at his waist and the predator's smile threw him over the cliff so he wouldn't have to. He spun her on the stool so he leaned in between those long, long legs and the hand on her hip went to press against her lower back and drag her the short distance until their bodies made contact. It didn't pass his notice that her shorts slide up and tighten around her at the movement, and the hand in her hair came down and rested on her thigh, fingertips just under the hem, thumb lazily drifting to her inner thigh.

Breath hot in her ear, he kissed a line down her neck, his nose skimming across her skin. The scent of her perfume was overcoming him with thoughts dipped in a cesspool of lust, and he really just wanted to pull those shorts off her and rid his past by riding this sliver of the future. Because Mae was part of his future. She wouldn't be the only girl Dorian tried to seduce merely to distract him of his heartbreak.

"Let's leave," he suggested, oblivious of Raelena's growing annoyance with him. This thumb slid a bit higher up her thigh.

[mae]

Dorian's response was right on the mark, and as he leaned against her, her smile became something decidedly more wicked. His kisses were claiming, hungry and shameless as she sucked in a breath, temporarily suspended somewhere between then and now. The Lycan licked her glossy lips, raising a hand to her collar to disperse the goosebumps that had shot up there; kiss a thousand boys and you tend to forget there are still ones out there that can make your temperature rise. He was catching her off guard and she absolutely loved it.

She slipped off the bar stool at his suggestion, making no attempt to put any distance between their bodies as she stood up, her striking purple gaze lingered on him for a gluttonous second before she gathered up her purse and stepped away from the bar. She had a room booked for the entire week of her visit, and with the most scandalous smile, she was suddenly wondering how much damage they could do to it before her check out date.

"Later Rae," salt in the wound, because Mae had never been the good sister. Slipping her hand into Dorian's, the model gave it a tug before starting toward the door, her hips swaying dangerously as they disappeared into the crowd.