so raise your glass {OPEN}

[James Walker]

The contrast of her white teeth against her blood red lips was breath-taking. He slid a bit closer and placed a gentle hand on her leg, then leaned close enough that their lips could touch. He pressed his to hers, against that beautiful red, and closed his eyes.

He wouldn't be the only one. She'd obviously done this before, and he'd known that before her reply, but somehow it didn't stop him. He'd only been with one girl before, a high school tease who'd taken him to bed on a bet, and he wanted this for real. The alcohol helped him along, of course. "Then I say yes," he whispered, and again pressed his lips to hers.

((Fade to black?))

[kianna]

She grinned as he crept closer, her gloves were going to come off, and so were her clothes. She was frightened for herself, and James. She didn't know what she was going to see, or if she was going to see anything at all. She didn't want to see it, she didn't want a headache, not while she was... drinking. The shock of his lips on hers was so sudden that the power didn't manifest, nothing happened she was just here. She pushed into him, her hand finding his as she let her eyes shut.

He hadn't done this before, well not properly. He'd had the experience, but she could tell that the girl had either used him or tricked him. So all in all, she'd be his real first, but it still wouldn't mean a thing. The were intoxicated, not drunk, but alcohol was in his their system. Then I say yes. "Wise choice." She didn't even know why it was a wise choice, but before she had time to think about it, she was pushing herself towards him, and had her lips on his once more.

Fade to black

She groaned as she let her eyes open, it wasn't exactly bright, but it was getting lighter. The street light had gone out and she was what... naked Shit... She didn't want to be here. Nor she did want this to be real. She was outside, and naked. Which only gave her the conclusion that she had met someone, but her mind was foggy. Until she rolled over and crashed into the male, who was equally undressed. A smirk fell on her lips and the fog shifted and revealed everything.

She poked his arm as hard as she could, before she started to pull on her clothes. Her shirt and jeans were cast off to the side, due to the last nights events. Retrieving them was easy, getting them back on was the hard part. She didn't want to be seen, nor did she want to be outside cold, and naked at this time in the morning. What time was it anyway. She had found all her clothes and reasembled them back onto her pale skin, and started to empty her bag for her make-up. The clensing wipes had removed her red lipstick from her face, which happened to be all over the place. Her pocket mirror told her she didn't look alot like a panda, and so she was happy.

[James Walker]

He awoke to a rough pillow and a sharp poke in the arm. It took a moment for him to realize that there was no pillow, nor even a bed; instead, he was sprawled naked in a parking lot, with clothes scattered around his body. The headache hit him before the memories did, but he wasn't sure which one caused him to groan. He sat up slowly, cradling his head in his hands, and peered around. Light was spreading around him, and with a jolt he realized that it was the sun.

Shit.

For a moment he wondered why he was so worried, then remembered his brother. His brother and his foster parents, aka his so-called "family". He'd meant to stay out late to worry them, not vanish for a night and terrify them. Chris would be worried about him, not to mention Mark and Alyson. No doubt they'd already called the police to report him missing.

The girl standing over him was only half-dressed. He watched as she pulled the rest of her clothes on, searching for her name as she did so. Once it came to him, he tried to speak, but his throat was dry. He tried again. "Kianna." What had they done? How stupid were they? They'd thrown off their clothes and gone at it with nothing: no protection, no privacy, not even their sobriety.

James slowly pulled on his boxers, then his pants. With shirt in hand, though, he paused. How was he going to walk into the house now? They would certainly wonder where he'd been, would smell the alcohol on his breath... but he'd been out too long already. He had to go back, if not for himself, then for Chris. "I need to go..."

[kianna]

She had gotten herself looking rather clean, and made herself look like she had slept in a reasonable place. Like her own bed, in St. Michaels not the bed in her dorm at powers. She smoothed out her hair, and pulled free a few pebbles that had entangled themselves in her heavy mass of black hair. She turned to look at James, standing there with just his pants on. His chest bare, her teeth bit into her lip as she raised her brow. "I need to leave, they're probably looking for me, and I don't want to be caught." She just stood there, her eyes lingering on all her stuff on the floor, would she have time to pick it up and drop it off somewhere? Would she be able to get to Powers without being caught?

He had to go, didn't surprise her. Not really. She had the urge to ask if she would ever meet him again. She would like to atleast talk to him, while sober. She would like to actually see him, without it being dark or well blurry from alcohol. Kianna wasn't one to fall for peope who she had sex with, but it was sure going that way. She lifted her hand in a wave, before kneeling and pulling at the blanket and rolling it up. Dispensing it into her bag, she then picked up the empty bottles and placed them in the bin which so happened to be rather close. "Bye... James?"

[James Walker]

((Thread done?))

[kianna]

YEP.