Wednesday Night Drinkball [March 2010]

[The Worm]

Wednesday Night Drinkball
March 1st- March 31st

I'm going on a bender this weekend
I'm gonna get real drunk
I'm not going to be able to speak
And I'll pass out on my floor,
I won't be able to answer the door.

[/i][/color]

School, full of fun with the start of the second term. Tensions are high, people are disappointed. Couples are breaking up, making up, and starting. Grades are everywhere and people are slacking.. or working. Really depends on the person. Although everyone has one thing to look forward to! The glorious week in march where, they are freed from school and given time to do nothing! Or in some cases, do something. Maybe travel? Who know.

It's march break or in some cases, spring break! You know what that means, right? Party time! People go on vacation, parents go on vacation. Who knows maybe you end up with a house to yourself, and empty house means a party! Woo! Alcohol, bad music, girls, and people who are far to easily intoxicated; right? Guess what! March break and guess what wonderful day falls in it? St. Patrick's day! Wonderful! A week without school and of course one obvious day of hardcore drinking and partying with friends.What more could a person ask for?

You have rad plans for March break!Whether be shopping, road trip, week long gaming with friends, camping; something! But remember, you need to do something awesome for St. Patrick's day. Pick up some Guinness and party with friends, sneak into a bar and drink the greenest with the finest! Anything. But always remember, with the awesome, comes the bad...Followed by the worse! Since most of you are under aged, it usually is bad to worse.. Unless of course you are skilled and able to escape trouble. Best of luck to you!

The world has a way of kicking you while you are having fun.[/ul]

I'm going on a bender this weekend
I'm gonna get real drunk
I'm not going to be able to speak
And I'll pass out on my floor,
I won't be able to answer the door.
you see
I'm going on a bender this weekend
I'm gonna get real drunk
I'm not going to be able to speak
And I'll pass out on my floor,
I'll pass out on my shag carpet.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------
How To:

• Write a solo post about the march break, but only lightly touch on what you are going to do during the week. The main focus is Wednesday! St. Patrick's Day!

Requirements:

• 700 words
  
• The mention of march break
  
• Green beer! Although, it doesn't all need to be green.
  
• A great deal of drinking. A bender perhaps?
  
• Something bad has to happen! [[I.E: Parents come home early, ruined house from partying, getting ID-ed at the bar. getting arrested for under aged drinking? Noise complaint]]
  
• Have fun with it!
  

Prizes:

• Liquid Courage: Consumable +5 Constitution for 1 thread
  
• Get out of Jail Free Card: Single use item - Job completion receives +$100 to ONE job payment
  
• $250
  

[Ceraphine Davis]

Sasha was so tired of that pathetic school she was forced to go to. But to maintain the image of being Kev’s twin sister, she had no other option. But luckily, it was Marck Break or Spring Break, whatever you want to call it. So that meant she had an entire week to herself in which she could further her goal of completely destroying any ties that Kevala had built with her own life. Yes, she still had the determination to destroy Kev’s life, even though she knew that she had won and there was no chance of the other girl coming back. It was all enough to make her laugh. But instead, she made her way to her new condo, turns out that Kev had a bit of money due to her artwork, and it was more than enough for Sasha to move out of that cute and cozy little home that Kev and Mischa had made for themselves.

She was rather lucky if you thought about it. She had the entire week to do whatever she pleased. Kevala had never been wanted. Never had a family. So now, there were no parents to answer to when she got drunk or high or whatever she chose to do at that moment. It was nice. Not to mention, from what she could tell, that Mischa bitch was not back from her little business trip which meant no having to deal with some upset girl at her door trying to drag out that lifeless spirit that had once controlled this body . No, it was all Sasha and ONLY Sasha. If she could feel such emotions, she would think she was happy. But thanks to that bitch! She could feel nothing but what she felt every waking moment since she was created……anger, rage, hatred…….It was all she was and all she would ever be. And people wondered why she was so desperate to destroy that bitch? Heh. Would they not be? If they had no other emotions to experience but those? She thought so.

Either way, the first few nights were spent getting her affairs in order, staying home, getting ready for an epic night out on the town. After all, this break did fall on St. Patrick’s Day and everyone loved to have fun on that day. So, being a “good girl” for a couple days was worth the amount of trouble she would be getting herself into come that night…..

Before she knew it, the night of wearing green and getting shit faced had arrived…And Sasha had been busy busy….getting enough illegal substances together to keep her well stocked through the rest of the night, as she left the condo dressed in a form fitting green dress. Well, it was St. Patrick’s Day was it not? Making her way toward the club that was supposed to be the most “happening” tonight, she pulled into the parking area and climbed out. Another perk she had discovered, was her alternate had such a way with people, that almost every club in this blasted city just let her in, no questions asked. It was paradise. It was as though Kev had set herself up for such destruction. Not that Sasha was complaining, it was making her job that much easier.

As she entered the club, she was immediately greeted by those hungry eyes of men and women alike. The first thing that drew them was her figure and choice of clothing, but then they saw her eyes, and it was all it took. Not to mention her attitude…that was always a plus.

Walking up to the bar, she ordered a drink and brushed her tongue over her lips, already feeling a bit numb from the coke she had done before leaving home…and in the parking lot….Yeah, tonight was going to be fun…..When the bartender returned, he handed her the “special beer” of the evening…a mixture of different liquors and beer that ended up turning green when combined. Honestly, who had that much time to sit around and figure that type of shit out?

Oh well, either way, she downed the drink and was quick to signal for another..and then another..letting her mind become clouded and misguided, just as a guy came up and wrapped his arm around her slender waist…A grin spreading on her lips…..

Game on…..

It did not take long before he had her out on the dance floor, his hands roaming over her figure as she moved in time with the music. Honestly, she was not even clear what was happening anymore. But whatever it was, she knew it was causing the girl inside her mind to break down even more.

Eventually, she lost track of everything, getting so wasted, that she blacked out…She had done it several times since she had gained control, and it was nothing new to her. Though her waking up this time was, because she was in a jail cell..her head hurting like crazy as she groaned and rolled off the VERY uncomfortable cot she found herself upon. Apparently she had a little TOO much “Fun” last night. Good. Meant she had done what she set out to do.

It did not take long, of her barking out for some kind of answer, to find out what had happened. She had gone home with the guy she was dancing with and they got pulled over, and guess who got a possession charge? Heh. Either way, she was satisfied with herself.

Several days later, she was a free woman again, and though she had to pay a huge fucking fine, she had managed to charm her way out of jail time or anything of the sort. Yes, Kev’s past had been hidden well, which was good. Because if they had known what she had done in the past, she would have ended up in prison.

Though, one thing did suck, by the time it was all over, it was only one day before school was to start up again. Gah! Never enough time to do all you wanted. But she was sure, that school or not, she would be able to get Kev into trouble just as she had been doing.

Life was good…..very good…….

[jayden]

Spring break... big deal? no, of course not. Jayden sat in his room, alone with his little cat dioscuri. was he going to do anything different or exciting this week? no. was he invited to any fun parties and crazy adventures? no. does everyone hate jayden? maybe... so does jayden hate himself? probably. does everyone hate jayden cause jayden hates himself?

Well anyway...

MONDAY

Jayden was sitting on his bed, facing the wall with a paint brush, painting the wing of a hawk exploding out of his bed, as if his bed had wings and he could just take off somewhere far away and never have to worry again. he let his dark hair fall into his eyes, it set the mood for him as well as his black wifebeater and black skinny jeans. Dio slept on the end of the bed, calmly flicking his tail back and forth as Jayden spent his time trying to avoid thinking of spring break

Suddenly his door burst open, Jayden whipped around to squint his eyes at the light that filtered into his room. Before him stood his brother, decked out with a pink V-neck, and cream american eagle shorts. Jayden just sneered for a moment. "Hey bro, sorry to let the light into your lair but I just wanted to let you know I'm headed out with a few buddies for a couple of days... just let mom and dad know for me please?" Jayden blinked for a moment, his amber eye and silver eye gazing into Victor's perfect blue eyes that seemed to pierce right into Jayden's soul. As if Victor could understand why Jayden hurt, Victor was almost the whole reason. his stupid sarcastic tone 'sorry to let the light into your lair'. If Jayden could he would punch Victor right in the face right now.

"Yeah, I'll let them know"

"ThaaAAAaaaanks" Victor said mockingly closing the door. Jayden listened for the front door to open and then close again. Jayden grit his teeth, taking a deep breath. He picked up his paint brush and began violently stabbing the wall.

Tuesday!

Jayden sat alone in his room, Dio was outside somewhere. Jayden had spent all of yesterday clear coating his walls beige again. he decided he was gonna make his room into an art project and he wanted to start with a blank canvas. he was now outlining with a pencil a sandy beach, whose waves would wash just up to the foor of the bed, right around his electric piano. sitting, drawing, calming.

OH SNAP ITS WEDNESDAY!

Jayden sat in his room still, his forearm a little sore, but he had now completed the beach scene that was the wall supporting his bed and his Piano. what work that had been. Jayden decided to take a little break, he went outside of his room and...

Victor was sitting at the coffee table in the living room, talking to someone on the phone.

"Yeah... yeah, seven, its gonna be awesome bro, see you there"

Victor hung up the phone and looked at his brother.

"Whats at seven?" Jayden asked calmly, his face a stern expression. "Lighten up, I'm just throwing a little, good ol' fashion St. paddy's party" Victor said with a delightful chuckle.

Jayden closed his eyes, wishing the world away, when suddenly he was brought to by a sharp pinch in his arm. "Ow... what the hell Victor?" Jayden snapped. his brother was the only one who could make him angry like that.

"Lighten up, that was just cause you're not wearing green" Victor said with a little chuckle. Jayden then noticed Victor wasn't wearing green, and pinched him back, right in the arm. Victor just turned and smiled, giving his usual smile, and then punched Jayden right in the arm. Jayden grabbed his arm in pain, opening his mouth but Victor cut him off, pulling out green underwear from under his shorts. "You can't pinch people who are wearing green... you'll get punched" Victor said with a short laugh and walked off.

Seven came all too soon.

Loud music, and far too many people. Jayden couldn't hear himself think as he locked himself in his little room, trying to hide and protect himself from everyone. he had now put on a green shirt underneath his black button down at least to avoid pinching, but now he sat, holding dio in his lap, in the corner of his bed, knowing he wouldn't sleep tonight. in the next room over he could swear he heard his brother having his way with some girl. Jayden couldn't stand it, he needed to get out.

opening his door Jayden thrust himself into the mass of people, dancing and rubbing against each other. Jayden was confused, tall as he was it was easy to get stuck with so many people around. Jayden kept pushing, the front door was only so far away when suddenly he felt himself being lifted off the floor. several people had begun floating him over the crowd to the beat of the loud music. Jayden panicked for a moment "Put me down!" he yelled, though he couldn't be heard over the music. his little kitten was tucked in his arms. he was put down in front of a table playing drinking games.

"Dude, new contender!" A boy said, looking upon the emo haired boy with a big smile. Jayden grimaced these people where all so fake...

"Does that kid have a cat?" one of the girls asked.

"Yeah... so what?" Jayden asked defensively.

"We should make the cat drink!" the kid yelled. Jayden's eyes widened, he dropped dioscuri to let the little kitten run away. Jayden trusted Dio to be safe. the kids at the table stared at him. "Alright you gotta drink for that" the boy said, pushing a cup toward Jayden. "I don't really..." Jayden began, but then thought, wasn't this the kind of chance he'd always wanted? to prove he could be fun, and have friends as long as Victor hadn't ruined it for him first. suddenly the boy smirked, downing the green beer in a speed that even surprised himself. some things must run in the family. everyone seemed fairly excited for him. and so Jayden stayed at this table, learning peoples names, and growing steadily more drunk until eventually he was just a big tall rag doll that could hardly even stand up straight.

"So then... Victor said... Victor said... Well, just call me the plumber" Jayden said drunkenly, a little laugh coming after. the story hadn't been that funny, but everyone laughed. suddenly a loud siren called outside the house. "Oh shi- the Five-O, everyone get out!" Seth exclaimed and everyone bolted in every direction, the house got much less crowded very quickly. Jayden looked around... that had been fun. He tried to stand up and collapsed back into the sofa.

A policeman walked up to him. "How old are you boy?" he asked shining the light in jayden's face.

"Uhhh"

"Yeah... thats what I thought"

and at that point Jayden blacked out.

________________________________

Some day after wednesday

Jayden awoke to his mothers face. "you're okay... thank god" she said, reaching down and stroking her hand through his hair. he wanted her to leave him alone, he wasn't a little kid. "What happened?" he asked.

"We came home right after the police, and you know how persuasive your father is..." she hinted with a knowing smile. Jayden just sneered, he hated his father almost more than Victor.

"Anyway, I'm just glad you're okay... but you are grounded for the next week" she said. Jayden just nodded and watched as she got up and left. "you baby that boy too much" He could hear his father say. Jayden looked around his room and realized a silver lining had come from this. during all the partying some of the kids had come into his room and painted murals on every wall. at First Jayden was furious, but he realized something... no one would have done that if they didn't care... he had friends... in one way or another, he had friends in the names that had been written on his walls... and that pair of boobmarks that was there. he smiled to himself... maybe this whole thing wasn't so bad after all.

Victor stood in his doorway, a curious look of both happiness and disgust on his face. he then walked away, sometimes it was best just to be silent

[Cain]

FRIDAY

"Fuck, it's the March Holidays."

Cain grumbled as he left the school building, his shoulders slouching as he looked forward, a soft sigh escaping his lips. What's this? Was there actually a student complaining that it was the holidays? Why, yes! Surprising, is it not? And not to mention, it was the trouble-maker, Cain too. Oh no, he was not frustrated that there were no more classes. He was just frustrated that there were now lesser opportunities for Cain to get involved in a fight. Now, how boring could his life get? He had yet to find an underground fight club to waste his time and earn money at, after all. He was just going by with what he brought along with him from New York. He knew it would not last long, though. He needed to find a job.

Well, perhaps he could do just that during the holidays? And not to mention this St. Patrick's Day, when there was apparently going to be a rave at the warehouses by the pier. True, Cain was not interested in such stuff, truly, but hell, he might as well, right? It seemed like fun anyway. And Cain had not gotten completely drunk for a long time. Yup, a long time indeed. He chuckled, his spirits slowly being lifted up then as he made his way home. It was decided, then. He was going to spent his holiday looking for a job and training, but his Wednesday was going to be dedicated to the night party.

Yup.


WEDNESDAY

Right. Here it was. And Cain was already here, at the party itself. Clad in a green hoodie over a black tanktop and a pair of light blue denim jeans and a pair of black-green Converse sneakers, Cain looked as plain and casual as he could be, and of course, to honour the event of the day. And despite that, he looked undeniably attractive. Oh yeah, this was going to be one great night indeed. He entered the venue, a wide grin on his face as he set himself upon a single goal. To get drunk and enjoy the night as much as he could.

Hell, he was already having a blast the moment he entered the club, as a young teenage blond walked up to him with a cup of beer, looking as scantily as she could possible make herself to be. Cain welcomed her with a wide grin as he grabbed the offered cup of beer, the girl tugging at his shirt and pulling him into the crowd then. Well, that was quick.

"Hey, hold on. I'm not even tipsy yet."

"Well, I am."

She whispered back to him as she placed both hands on his chest, leaning in, her lips brushing against Cain as she whispered. Both of them grinned, but Cain broke it off with a chuckle then as he leaned back, much to her disappointment. Of course, such was short-lived as Cain brought the cup of beer to his lips, downing it almost immediately. The loud music blasted into his ear, the alcoholic driving his body into moving in a way Cain never thought it would, as he grinded with the blond, their movements more sexual than dance in truth.

Of course, in such parties, one could never stick to one person for too long, and they would both part to find other partners to enjoy the night with. Though, Cain was looking for a different kind of enjoyment as he walked over to the table where the drinks were. And boy, was he in for a surprise. And there, laid out in rows of five in front of him, were cups of beer. And not just any ordinary beer, though. They were green! How sick was that! His grin widened as he grabbed a cup and proceeded to turn around to gaze at the center of the party, drinking his green beer quite merrily. He was unsure what they had put in, but whatever it was, it made the drink a lot more satisfying.

And with that in mind, Cain moved on to his fifth cup. Oh yes, fifth cup. Boy, was he enjoying himself. Hell, he even got to make a new friends. Of course, it was only for the night, but hell, you know what they say. Beer always tastes better when you're drinking with someone. It seemed pretty much set too. His night, that is. Here he was, drinking his ass off with people he just met, and somewhere in the dance floor, the blonde from earlier was still giving glances towards him. Cain knew immediately that if he could play hands cards right, he was going to get score big indeed.

Haha, this night just couldn't get better.

And he thought right. However, much to his misfortune, instead of getting better, the night actually got worse. A young male soon smashed open the door, a frantic expression on his face as he yelled out the four words that were considered taboo in parties like these.

"THE COPS ARE HERE!"

Oh, shit. And soon enough, chaos ensued, as the party-goers all rushed to the nearest exit, including the young Cain. However, compared to everyone else, Cain was a lot more tipsy and thus off-balanced. As he tried to flee from the cops, he found himself tripping on his own shoe and landing face-first on the grass, the Junior tasting the bitterness of natural flooring.

"Oh, fuck."

Yup. It seemed like Cain could never be happy without a price. And an incredibly big price at that, as he felt someone come down upon him and pull his hands to his back, before cuffing him up. This was so going to mess up his future. Fuck. Cain constantly cursed under his breathe as he was dragged to the police cruiser. Well, at least there was something he could be happy about in this event. There was no one at home to scold him once he got back...

Not really that reassuring...

And there he was, being driven off then towards the nearest police station, the Junior in the car with another caught minor. Unlike Cain, however, he was more verbal with his frustrations, curses leaving his lips one after another. Cain turned to him for a moment, before giving out a grin, shaking his head with alcohol still in his system. Speaking of which...

The car hit a bumper and that was all Cain could take as he then vomited onto the carpet of the car. And everyone else in the car yelped in surprise as the beer that Cain had drowned himself in earlier finally left, the boy feeling a lot more relieved then.

"Fucking kids!"

Cain, however, felt a little bit less frustrated about it. Hell, he even had the nerve of teasing the policeman a bit.

"Haha, uhm. Happy St. Patrick's Day?"

... Yup. He was really having fun, even in deep shit.

OOC: 1184 words.

[Zen]

Lucky her, she had just started school here and already there was a break. Swweeet! Not that she had much to do or anything. She had yet to meet anyone and honestly she was just sorta trying to hang out around town and find something of interest. Or at least that is what she did with the first part of her break.

But yeah, when Zen wanted to, she could play nice, and even when she didnt people still wanted to hang out with her. Fucking idiots. But whatever. Come Tuesday night, she was being invitedc by some random dudes at the arcade to a party for St. Patricks Day.

She should probably have been a bit interested in the whole event, given that to her dad the whole day had held some signifigance, but meh, she really could care less. She tried hard to distance herself from that part of her life....Hell she tried hard to distance herself from every part of her stupid life. Well except for Erik. She did love him even if he was a meathead.

But yeah, either way, when Wednseday night rolled around, she was out the door without even a courtesy "See ya later" to her mom. Yeah that bitch was a constant pain in her ass ever since their dad had died over a year ago.

She could already hear her mom yelling out from the front porch in demand to where she was going, but by this point Zen was far enough away to not really hear the words clearly.

She instead just waved back toward the direction of her house, knowing that it would only succeed in pissing off her Greek mother more than she already was.

Yeah whatever.......Dressed in a pair of black jeans and a white tank top, she was not really out to impress anyone...she was more in the mood to just sit back and have fun. Nothing more.

Arriving at the party she ran into a few people she had met over the course of the week, but honestly she could not remember their names or anything because she was so not into them at all. So she did the whole smile, wave and say hi....crap and then was on her way toward the bartender of the evening. Some jackass with a shamrock hat on and a goofy drunken grin. Yeah, always fun.

Coming to a stop before him, she waited her turn and then nodded toward the cooler marked "BEER". Yeah she was a beer drinker more than the hard shit.....only cause it gave massive bad morning breath to drink liquor.

Though, as he handed her the beer her brow rose slightly. Seriously? These idiots had gotten GREEN beer for tonight? Okay that was just stupid and childish..But whatever, the shit tasted good and did the job of getting her suffiently buzzed after the first few rounds.....So no complaints here.....

In fact, she really had nothing to complain about. The music was not too bad, the people either said hi and left or just simply left her alone, and she was getting drunk......

All was good...

Up until some guy came up from behind her and pinched her ass...

"You are not wearing green beautiful"

That was about all he got out of her before she turned around and threw her fist right into his nose. What the fuck did he think he was doing grabbing her ass?

She so did not put up with that shit. Rolling her eyes softly as he wailed out in pain, she made her way out of the party and started the walk back home, staggering here and there as she did such. All in all tonight had been pretty decent...or at least she thought so anyways....Shaking her hand from the pain of nailing that guy in the face.

Then all of a sudden there were flashing lights and the sound of siren. Wincing lightly she closed her eyes, hoping they would pass her by, but instead they stopped beside the spot in which she had stopped.

"Zenevieva Maddox?"

Ah fuck! If they knew her name that could only mean one thing. That fucking bitch of a mother had called the cops on her. Growling to herself she turned and nodded, not even bothering to offer a smile or an explination, just moving toward the car.

"Alright...take me home..."

It did not take long before she was in the back of the patrol car with her head spinning and anger rushing through her......Eventually they reached her house, and the cops escorted her up to her door..where her mother waited in her house coat looking all worried and shit.

They spoke for a minute and then left, leaving Zen with her Mom and a fight to be had....But she was not having any part of it as her mother slammed the door and began to yell at her....Not even paying attention to what the woman said as she made her way upstairs......Entering her room and shutting and locking the door. Yeah, she was done for tonight...she knew Erik would get onto her tomorrow, which did make her feel bad, but yeah....she would just have to deal with that shit when it came...For now, she just fell onto her bed and passed out.............

[Jester]

"And shepherds we shall be, for Thee my Lord, for Thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy right hand- that our feet may quickly carry out Thy command. So we shall flow a river forth to Thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be. E nomine patris, et felli, et spiritus sancti."

I finished talking along to the movie and smiled as the McManus brothers and their father pulled the triggers, killing the Mob Don as he pleaded for mercy. Fuck, I love The Boondock Saints- the ultimate fucking Irish movie.

In comparison to years past... this St. Patties Day sucked. Yea, I maintained my tradition of watching the Saints- and even added the luxury of Saints II, which just came out... But being so far from everyone was a pain. I didn't know anyone...

New York- now THOSE were crazy Saint Patties parties... I can remember them so vividly- almost as if they were a cheesy flashback~

- = - = - = -

"CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!" We all shouted in unison, suspending Joey C over the keg of beer. Myself, Mike, and Caitlin were relentless in this keg stand. We were going to get this fucker drunk and screwed if it was the last thing we did.

Back then, we were Exodus, a band that was just hitting the club scene... And yes, we were dumb enough to call ourselves Exodus... It wasn't until a year later that I got into heavy metal and learned that Exodus was one of the four FOUNDERS of metal... Metallica, Megadeth, and Slayer being the other three.

At any rate- it was the night after a show. We destroyed the other bands at the club and some girls invited us to a house party for St. Patties. It was Spring Break, so a plethora of different people showed up. The night's events were pretty easy to plan out-

A: Get Joey wasted then get him fucked.
B: Get Mike wasted and high, then get him fucked.
C: Get drunk, get Caitlin drunk, and fuck each other.
Easy plan, yes?
Was it easy to do?
Uh, hell yes it was.

- = - = - = - = -

Then there was St. Patties in Long Beach... PHS42. This party was a little rougher... See, my friends from the band stayed in New York... so I was with a different crowd this time. I was with one of my best friends, Linda Osako, and with nothing better to do, we went to an Irish pub.

My plan here was as clear as New York:
A: Get totally blasted.
B: Get Linda totally blasted.
C: Fuck Linda.
D: ???
E: PROFIT
Easy plan? Yes.
Was it easy to do?
No... Not at all...

Linda was extremely hot- beautiful features, athletic body, and the best tits I had ever seen in my life. However, she also had a downside... of pounding to mush anyone who tried to make a move on her. This plan would simply not work... I knew better than to try and make that shit happen. Kate had left me, so I had nothing holding me back from enjoying a one night stand with some girl.

So, since I didn't want my testicles smeared on Linda's boot, I went in search of a good girl. Some punk came along and offered me a mug of what looked like Leprechaun piss... I wanted to beat the shit out of this person... Green beer? Get that shit outta my face... Fucking disgrace to the Irish.

I think I should make a note of saying... by this point, I was terribly drunk... and the offering of Leprechaun piss did not sit well with me. My elbow slammed into his nose and broke it, sending him down with a bleeding nose. Apparently, he was 100% Irish. How do I know that?

Because he stood right back up, dusted himself off, and sent me to the floor with a massive right hook.

The Irish pub brawl was on!

Fists flew, kicks flew, teeth flew- it was all out warfare. Twenty men all standing in a clump, beating the shit out of each other, while the girls looked on and cheered- except for Linda, who was dislocating a man's arm.

I stood, looked around, and saw the perfect victim... He was four feet from the door... Disoriented... A big dude- the kind of big that could break me in an instant... But with his current state and with me getting the drop on him- I could whoop this guy's ass and look like the toughest guy in the fight.

So, with a running start, I launched myself towards him. My jumping side kick slammed into his chest, sending the big oaf flying straight out the door and onto the sidewalk. The fight stopped for a moment, alarmed by the sound of a door being slammed. There was an odd moment of silence... Nineteen mean drunk Irishmen staring me down... waiting for the new badass of the room to make a move.

Slowly, my hand went for my jacket pocket- They jumped, fearing I went for a weapon... but I withdrew my wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill. "If you're an Irishman, next drink is on me!"

They cheered and yelled as the bartender got the drinks. There was much enjoyment after that- singing folk songs, talking about the fight- then, unfortunately, came time to leave... which was when the sun was coming up.

I looked around for any hot girls that weren't taken... and it appeared I was out of luck this time. Despite that, the support of my fellow Irishmen was enough to satisfy my needs...

- = - = - = - = -

Now... I'm here, alone, putting Boondock Saints II into my DVD player... Here's to a wonderful Saint Patties alone...

"This is~ My last~ Seranaaaade~"

My phone? Hm, a text message.

From: Caitlin

Happy Saint Patties Day D. Miss ya bunches.
Get on Skype and give me an Irish hello ;)

That'll do just fine.

[Kale Armitage]

OOC: Word count: 963

Oh yes! Tonight was one of Kale's favorite holidays! He wasn't Irish or anything like that, but that didn't mean he couldn't have his fair share of drink and throw up like everyone else. The brown-eyed seventeen year old didn't exactly have any friends to share this said holiday with. That didn't mean he was going to sit around at home and drink the night away. No, instead Kale decided he was going to go out and have as much fun getting wasted as possible. Who knows, maybe he'd even get laid because of it!

Kale had chosen a local bar, one not too far from his uncle's place. It wasn't exactly the most uppity drinking place to go to, but that kind of thing never mattered to Kale. Alcohol was alcohol no matter where you went, and he had heard that this particular place was having an all night drinking party. That sounded perfect to Kale because he was looking to get shitfaced. So shitfaced that he couldn't walk straight for a week. Of course, that would only be the case if he could actually get in.

At least Kale knew he wasn't going to have to worry about school for a bit either, seeing as it was March break. That meant that he could sleep in tomorrow too, which was even better. He was actually in a good mood for once, he just hoped that it would stay that way. With a simple 'see ya later' said to his uncle, Kale would set out on his adventure, his goal to find some intoxicating hard liquor. Sure he'd have his fair share of beer, but it was better to start out with the hard stuff first.

Soon enough this seventeen year old would reach 'The Drink Hole', an old bar that his uncle had mentioned to him shortly after his arrival here in California. Normally he probably would have invited his uncle along to have some fun, but he knew the man needed to work in the morning. Instead Kale spend his time on the walk hoping that his uncle's friend Bruno was watching the door, otherwise there was the possibility that he would end up getting ID'd. It would only take the junior around ten minutes to reach the place, and those brown hues would catch a glimpse at the line.

"Uuughh.. Please be there Bruno.. Don't ruin my damn night!"

Instead of doing the normal thing like most people did, and walking to the back of the line, Kale decided to take it upon himself and move directly to the door. He would catch the bitching from people that had been waiting in line forever, but that didn't bother him one bit. Especially when he caught sight of Bruno standing in front of the door. For the first time in a while a small smile would break upon Kale's face and he'd call out as he approached.

"Bruuuno! My maaan! Having a great night so far!?"

Kaale! Hell yea, bro. I've already gotten like four different numbers from some of these chicks!

"That's what I'm talkin' about! ..So are you gonna make me wait out here in this line like the rest of these assholes?"

Naw man, why would I do such a thing? I won't even charge you the entrance fee.

Kale would give a small laugh and turn toward the crowd of agitated, sober people mouthing 'haha, fuck you' before he'd receive a large black X upon his right hand. With a nice hard pat to Bruno's shoulder, and a thank you, Kale would soon find himself inside the bar. The music was blaring, and Kale definitely enjoyed nights when Bruno was working because the guy always made sure that there were more females in the bar then males. Those brown orbs would glance about at the sights as he moved to the bar and began to order up shots.

"Two shots of Tequila.. Three shots of whiskey.. Gimme a shot of goldschlager too.. One more shot of rum... And give me like three of your special green Saint Patricks beers too.."

Kale was pretty good when it came to holding his alcohol. It definitely helped to be as big as he was, because it took so much more to get him drunk. Of course it was also a lot more expensive as well. Fortunately for him his uncle had a tab and he had been told he could use it should he ever sneak his ass into this bar. Soon enough all that he ordered was placed in front of him on a small circular platter. Immediately he'd grab his first shot of Tequila and down it, screwing up his face slightly before he grabbed the next and emptied it right after.

------------- Fast Forward -------------

Kale was having a hard time walking straight, just as he had originally planned. After the tequila he had downed the goldschlager, followed by the rum, whiskey and then the epic green beer. He couldn't even remember exactly what the hell had happened when he was in there. Kale probably wouldn't remember it tomorrow either. He was trashed and it seemed as if it had taken him an hour to get home, probably because he had accidentally walked around the block a few times before he realized he had passed his uncles apartment three times over.

And unfortunately for him he wouldn't even make it up the steps. Instead he'd slip and slam his head against the stairs before sliding down to the bottom. He attempted to get up.. And failed hardcore. After a few more attempts he gave up completely and passed out right there. It would have been an epic night of stories.. If only Kale would remember them..

[Joel Garfield]

[[OOC: 1774 ]]

[/i][/color]

The British man thought as he bent over and picked up a shirt, still scratching at the skin of his lower back. Moving slowly the brunette rummaged through another pile, searching for some pants and whatever else needed. SOMETHING GREEN! SOMETHING GREEN...Wait, perhaps it would be good to have the ladies touching him... Damn, that would be hawt. On second thought, it would be very bad too. Men touching him, that wasn't as appealing as the lovely ladies. To play it safe, he'd wear some kind of green. if only to save him in just a little way. Just to be safe.. better than being sorry in the end, right? Who'd want to be attacked by people... drunk people. Unless of course they were drunk, flirty, hotties.

it wasn't long before Joel was ready, clean and reeking of Axe. yep, there was nothing clean but smelling good, so he had to go with the soaking plan. Such a sad sad day.Smirking the young man would wander about, only to find his ass on the couch. KILL TIME BEFORE THE FUN. Watch some television, get some food, prepare for the night. A LITTLE PRE PARTY DRINKING! Was there any other kind? Or at least, what party was a good one, without people drinking before they even arrive. So much to do, so much to do. He was excited, it had been so long since Joel had last crashed a party. It excited him in so many ways. Almost like a giddy child in a candy factory.

EEEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEEE...

So, how does one get into a party without looking suspicious?

PLAY IT COOL.!
If you fear, they will sense it and throw you out. One needs to pretend to be like everyone else, fit in and not draw too much attention. Most of all, confidence was key and an inflated ego.. Which was something Joel was able to pull off. "Awyeah, I'm lookin fine! No lady will be able to resist the Joelanator!" The man chanted in a confident tone before leaving his apartment, locking the door and running off. The night was ripe, the party had start and all it was missing was Joel.Aweyeah.

Walking down the street, his hands tucked away in his in the pants of his black torn jeans. There was a flask and a bag hidden away in the inner pockets, he was ready for anything.ANYTHING. The party would be fun, even if he had to slip away and smoke a little. Smirking, the young man continued on his journey. Upon hearing the loud thumping music and seeing all the parked cars in front of a house.. Joel knew he had arrived. Party inside and outside, perfect. All the easier to sneak in.

Upon entering the front door's, he's weave through the crowds. Playing it cool as he nodded in the direction of people, wearing an overly smug smirk upon his face. His hair was styled, his clothes were clean, they looked good. Probably the best things he had... But the piece D'resistance was the fact like he smelled like a male ho, covered the smell of pot, floor, and alcohol. That's all that mattered, not scaring the women away. So he'd wander for a while, only to find a cute girl all by herself. Well, she was being watched, but who wouldn't want that fine little lady? Joel couldn't help but attack.Chat with her, do some shots with her. Over time he'd find that her name was Torrin. Sweet girl, from his school...

SCCOOORREEEEE.

An invitation was extended to the pair, funnel contest! Who could drink more and hold it down. They would be given green beer VA the ancient hose and funnel technique. It would be timed, who ever could drink it all, hold it down, and walk in a decent looking line won. But the question was, who would win? The German or the British guy? Of course it would appear the girl was already pretty drunk, she must have been a light weight. Which didn't get her very far in the whole....Chugging thing. She drank and drank, but when it came to the line, she fell over. Yes, Joel was victorious... Plus everyone around got to see the glorious pink stripes of the girl's panties. Oh yes, such an amazing sight to be seen. Much patting on the back, both for the victory and the show. The world was good.

Although, he had grown attached to the girl. There was something that told him to watch out for her. She was drunk, therefore an easy target to creeps all over. He'd not let anything happen to such a cute little thing. Smiling, Joel bent down and helped the girl up, walking her to the couch. It was time to sit down and stop the flow of drinks. Sitting down, they'd talk, she'd cling onto his arm. never letting go. A clingy drunk... hawt...Trying to converse, to keep the girl away from getting more to drink..... To the best of the abilities. Talking, about nothing much, but he kept an eye on her. it was his job, something he took upon himself. Getting up he girl would look to the table, trays of ice and brews... She wanted more."Haaa I'll be right baaaaaacckk." She was reeaalllllyyyyy drunk. Grabbing hold of his wrist,Joel would shake his head."I don't think it's a good idea. Just sit down, I'll get you some water." Words spoken in a friendly manner, no ulterior meaning... he wasn't a perv... or at least a bad perv.

Smiling at her, he was attacked out of NOWHERE! She'd had gone to sit back down only to stumble, fall on his lap. She'd look up for a moment and then...

~~~~smmooooocccccchhh~~

it was quick, something he hadn't expected. Who would have guessed such a cutie would ever kiss him.

GIGGITYYYY

A smile turned to a frown as the girl pulled away, eyes widened as turn tail and ran off. Off in the direction of the washroom.. Barf time. Joel could only hope he wasn't the cause of her sudden sickness. PLEASE DON'T BE BECAUSE OF ME!. Leaning back, he'd look up at the ceiling.The thumbing of the loud music in his head. Subjected to baad dance music of current times.It wasn't punk rock...nor the pop music of the 90's... HOW GHEY. The night was going from awesome to horrible. There were very few words to explain, what had happened next. Heck, he still didn't understand it.

HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG.

"You think you can do that to a harmless little girl? you sicko.." Words snapped in a quick manned as a long haired woman stood before him, clenching her fists in anger. He could tell things weren't good. But wwhhhyyy? Grabbed by the collar, he'd be dragged out of the party and given quite the beating.. Getting hurt by a hot, very mature looking, older woman... It was so hot and yet painful.FML....

"That's what you get for hurting my daughter!"

With that the woman turned on heel and headed back into the house.

He was sore, very sore, Everything hurt, his head was throbbing... There was one thing that he could be sure of, he'd feel that in the morning. THERE WAS NO TIME LIKE NOW! Fleeing into the night, Joel would disappear. Why? In fear of the wrath of the woman in the black kimono... No more.. NO MORE!! He was innoocceennntt.But the man was never innocent, right? Sighing he'd head home and crash. Sleep was good.

The rest of the week was spent recovering and going to work... So much fun.

So, his march break was like any other week, just with no school. How boring.


To Be Continued[/ul]

[Cameron Diegle]

Holy shit, this school is boring....thank god for March break and St.WhateverItsCalled Day....

Cameron was a new student back in America and had only been here for a couple of weeks. He hated school. It sucked. He didn't care about any of the subjects that he was being made to sit through. All that sitting around, staring at some stupid textbook with pictures, the teachers droning on and on about stupid things, for hours....it was worse than anything he'd ever had to put up with before being sent here. It was a joke. I ought to sue the school for unlawful torture....that's against my Miranda rights or whatever...

So he spent most of his free days wandering and dithying about. Lately, he was desperately trying to find a place with roomies he could share with, because he hated the place he had now---when he wasn't in school, he had to work for a total asshole at a garbage place carrying peoples' crap around for minimum wage. It was that or go back to the foster home, and that little dump had gotten old even faster.

Luckily on St. Peter(?)'s Day, people seemed inclined to throw parties and have a good time. Though Cameron was a loner and didn't know anybody, he was all for having a good time. So he went to the nearest rich kid's house and sauntered up to the door, past all the preppy kids milling about and blathering on their fancy zunes and blackberries, giggling about their stupid ex's and other melodrama.

"Yo dude, you weren't invited. I think you have the wrong house," a big, burly-looking jock type said to Cameron as he blocked the delinquent's path to beer and hot chicks. This simply wouldn't do at all.

Cameron tried to step around him, but the idiot just got in front of him again, pushing him back. "Get out of here, man. Get--OOF."
The loser scrunched together and gasped in raw agony as Cameron slammed his knee into the jock's balls. His buddy ran over and tried to throw a swing at Cameron, but he easily ducked under the clumsy punch and planted his own fist right into the guy's stomach. The guy doubled over just low enough for Cameron to bring his leg up and kick him in the side of the head, sending him sprawling onto the lawn.

Several onlookers gasped. Some of the drunker party guests just laughed at the apparent display of kung-fu. A few applauded (looked like the nerds whose girlfriends had been stolen by the jocks), others started recording him on their phones.

"Like, oh my god, you totally laid out my boyfriend, you little shit!" a blonde haired scene-looking girl said off to the side. Cameron put his fist to his list and rolled his tongue against the side of his mouth at her--a funny little obscene gesture he'd picked up at school. The girl got all overly-flustered and said more impolite things, but by then Cameron was already making his way into the house.

After a bit of wandering around with his hands in his pocket, Cameron immediately found his way over to where drinks were being catered. How did these people have the money for all of this...Not that he cared. He went up to the counter. "Could I have a beer?"

"You look a little young to be drinking, man. Are you sure you're supposed to be here?" the bored-looking hired help lady said.

Cameron wasn't exactly Mr. Charisma by any stretch of the imagination, but he knew what to say under these kinds of circumstances. "Yeah, yeah. Everybody knows me here. Just ask someone." His eyes narrowed in puzzlement. "What's that green stuff?"

"Oh, that's the Irish mix. It's got a bit of Vodka, Monster, Tacate, Abbot, Ale Mary, and other crazy stuff in it," the woman said loudly over all the noise. "Probably will knock you on your ass. Half of the guests here are already sleeping it off. You wanna try it, anyway?"

"Sure," Cameron said brightly. It sounded awesome.

The staff chick poured him some, and he practically inhaled it. She wasn't joking when she said it was heavy drinking. He already felt a bit wobbly from his first drink. It didn't stop him from having a second, though. Or a third. Or maybe even a fourth.

Ah yes, the miracles of intoxication. It could turn even the biggest tight-wad into a social butterfly. One moment he was actually trying to dance, the next he was laughing way too loudly and suddenly best friends with everyone. He kept on coming back for more of the green beer, posing for stupid pictures, trying his hand at beer pong. He hadn't had this much fun since....since....he couldn't even think back that straight.

He was relieving himself in the bushes next to the pool when a girl came staggering up to him. She had dyed pink hair and a pretty freckled-face (or maybe she just looked pretty to him), as well as a mouthful of braces. She had a sort of hippy-vibe about her.

"Pretty fun party, huh?"

"Huh?" Cameron turned around and accidentally sprayed her a little. "Oh, sorry. Hang on a sec." He struggled with his pants for a moment. "What did you say?"

"Hey....you just, like....totally pissed on me. And it was like, it totally looked like a rainbow souring over our lives...but not all colorful, but like all....green and dark." She ranted on a bit, not particularly talking to him.

"What?"

Then out of nowhere, people started freaking out inside the house. Despite his current state, Cameron could make out the sounds of people saying "Oh shit, the parents are coming back!" People started getting out every way they could, climbing over the fence, hiding places, staggering out of the door; though many had to be carried out by their friends as they were too smashed to walk.

"Aw crap....I guess we gotta go, right?" Cameron asked confusedly. He wasn't quite sure what the problem was, but he knew better than to question the current situation. The stoner girl seemed to be unaware of the current danger.

"Parents? God, I totally hate my parents....my dad's all religious and stuff....and like, religion doesn't do anything except surpress your mind.... like a hunk of cheese..."

Cameron grabbed her by the wrist and led her out. He didn't really know where he was going or what he was doing, but he wasn't going to get busted.

----

The next day.....

Ugh.....where am I? Cameron's eyes opened slowly but surely. He tried to raise his head before it started throbbing violently. He lied back down again, raising a hand to his forehead. He looked over to his right. The girl from last night was there, sleeping next to him on the grass, wearing only her bra and bikini. Wait, grass? Where are we? How did I....

Cameron forced himself up onto his elbows to take stock of the situation. A park. They were in the middle of the local park, in a big grassy meadow. The stoner chick's clothes were a few feet away. And he felt hungover.

"Hey, there you are!"

Cameron groaned painfully, picking himself up a little unsteadily. His stomach felt like it was made of mud. He turned to face the angry looking skater guy in a beanie and ripped jeans marching toward him.

"That's my girlfriend you're sleeping with!"

Cameron tried to think of a witty comeback, but his brain was all too much mush.

The skater-looking guy tried to hit him, but luckily skater kids usually can't fight so great. His arms flailed uselessly at Cameron, who even in his current state, was still able to more or less dodge all of the attacks. Not able to think of anything else, Cameron threw himself forward and headbutted the guy in the ribs. The momentum of the attack drove him forward, and he collapsed on top of him.

The skater kid hit his head a bit hard on the grass (pansy), so he was knocked out. Cameron tried to pick himself up off the guy, but all the movement made him really sick. Instead, he ended up vomiting all over the guy's shirt. Good thing he was knocked out.

"Dude," the stoner girl said, having just woken up and now droning on with some new nonsense. "You like, totally knocked my bf the fek out....it was like that episode of star-trek....where Kirk fought that big lizard dude....except, like, you're Kirk, and he was like....a really angry black butterfly..."

Cameron ignored her and trotted off slowly. He needed to find someplace to throw up.

--End Post--

[Kazuya Hikari]

Spring break. Or as most like to call it, March break. Most students looked forward to it, because they could go out with their friends and party, drink, and most of all, no homework for a whole week. For Kazuya, he only liked it because he got to sleep in, and not have to worry about waking up early in the morning to go to class. That was pretty much all Kazuya was looking forward to for the entire week as he walked out of the school, holding his book bag over his right shoulder, his other hand in his pocket, as he listened to his earphones. The only downside of the break was that there would be less opportunities for fights and to see where he needed to improve, which sucked, but he was going to make the most out of the break and spend it training and improving his skills.

Reaching the train entrance located near the school, he took the train back to his uncle's house, as Kazuya looked out the window pane of the train door, high above the city as it rushed past in a blur. Kazuya was going to have to find a suitable place to train, since the house wasn’t exactly the best place for it. To most, it probably sounded like a boring way to spend a break, but to Kazuya, it was something he was looking forward to for the entire week. If only he knew...

- Wednesday Evening -

Kazuya was at a loss. "..." He looked around, leaning up against a stone pillar, as he casually shoved his hands into his pockets. Where am I? There were students as far as the eye could see. I could've sworn I was at the dorms, in my bed. Wait. Was that shouting I heard? Something about a party... Hmm... A St. Patrick's Day party at Satoshi's house.

- One Hour Earlier -

"Yeah!! C'mon Kazuya, it'll be awesome! I heard since Satoshi's parents are out of town on a business trip, he has the whole house to himself for three days. He's invited almost everyone in our class, and the weatherman said today was going to be sunny with zero percent chance of rain. So let's move it! Right now!" A tuft of gray hair stuck out from underneath the blanket, as Kazuya glared sleepily at his classmate. "..." "Wakey, wakey! It's almost five! Holidays are no time for a strapping young man to sleep in! Rise and shine!" All four of his classmates nudged Kazuya, who tried to cover his head with his blanket, before sitting straight up in bed, surprising them, as his front hair covered his eyes. "Just so you know, I was training the entire day. I'd like to know what's so wrong with a young man getting some rest after a hard day of training. What made you think you have the right to force way into my bedroom, you scum? You've got some nerve!"
Kazuya scowled irritable as most of his friends grimaced, if this was an anime, they'd have sweatdrops on the back of their heads right now. The cold-blooded Black Harbinger emerged. "If you automatons want to go, just go. I don't care what you do." One of the guys looked at Kazuya in mild surprise. "... We can do whatever we want?" Kazuya just glared back at him in response. "..." Kazuya then slumped over, as his classmates faces brightened. "Ohh! He concurred! The Black Harbinger gave his leave!!" "He sure did! It's undeniable!" "Guys! Garb the Black Harbinger!" While Kazuya was asleep, they did as they pleased, and dressed him in whatever clothes were around. "And escort him to the car!" Once they got to Satoshi's house, Kazuya carried on one of their back's, as he continued to sleep away. He was then deposited against one of the stone pillars located near the pool, as everyone else went off to do their own thing. By the time Kazuya awoke, he was all by himself at the party.

- Present -

I see... So that's what happened. It's too far to walk home. I'd better call a taxi. Kazuya searched around in his pockets... and came up empty. "No wallet. No cellphone." And no dinner, as his stomach rumbled. He looked down at the table beside him, but all that was on it was green beer. Not exactly the best thing to have on an empty stomach. I'll murder them! They're dead. I'm going to kill those guys. "Kazuya?" A voice snapped Kazuya out of his fury, as he saw it was Shizuka, one of his classmates. "What are you doing here?" "Shizuka... How much money do you have?" Enough for a taxi would be nice... "Huh?" After Shizuka got him something to eat, he hung around with her mostly, drinking a few cans of beer, avoiding the green beer, though everyone else drank an astonishing amount, heck, Kazuya drinking was surprising in itself. He steadily grew more drunk, until it was amazing he was still standing. The party was pretty good... until now. "OH SHI-- THE COPS!" Satoshi shouted, as sirens blared, drowning out the loud music.

Chaos broke out, as everyone scattered, Kazuya grabbed Shizuka's hand and bolted as fast as he could... until Shizuka was tackled to the ground, pulling Kazuya down, as she fell on top of him. He was then handcuffed and taken to the police station, and after what felt like hours of questioning, he was released, they couldn't hold him, since he was the legal age to drink. He wasn't going to another party for a loooong time. The moment he got to his room, he passed out on his bed, he was going to have a killer headache once he woke up, that's for sure. As for the rest of his break... he was going to be training, obviously...

(OOC: Words without BB coding and this OOC note, 1000.)

[The Worm]

Alrightie guys!
Looking good, thank-you for participating in this month's event!
It was so much fun reading all the entrees~<3

Kevala: 1059 words, met all requirements.
Jayden: 1444 words. All requirements were there.
Cain: 1172 words. All clear
Zen: 900 words. Suhveet~
Jester: 1000 words. good to go~
Kale: 991 words. awesome~
Joel: 1771 words
Cameron: 1510 words. lolz! xDDDD
Kazuya: 1000words. poor Kazuya

[/b]

[li]Liquid Courage: Consumable +5 Constitution for 1 thread
[/li][li]Get out of Jail Free Card: Single use item - Job completion receives +$100 to ONE job payment
[/li][li]$250[/li][/ul]

Thanks dears<3

Thanks guys<3

love love love

-The Worm