We danced on tabletops and we took too many shots~

[FARREN TAYLOR]

There was just something about sweaty bodies dressed in animal costumes practically dry-humping eachother in tight dancing areas that gave Farren the sceeves. Well, they did now. I guess that was something you couldn't exactly know what it was like until right at that once-in-a-lifetime moment that you actually see it; And as the brunette stood in the back, swaying from side to side making her polkadotted dress dance to the beat, the scene began to disgust her even more. 

Sighing, she began to wonder why she had actually come. Most of her friends were there, of course. But, It wasn't like she needed to be with them. Then again, this party was kind of like the super bowl of parties. No one really cares, they just went so they could say they did. It was never fun being out of the loop when everyone was talking about the memories they made that night you stayed home alone studying in your pajamas.

So, here the girl was in a less revealing party dress than the other girls with a pair of flats and a mouse mask covering her face. Her hair was thrown up into a curly Updo to accompany her sweet innocent look, which was what she went for with her costume. Taking a sip of her beer, she scanned the area for someone she knew that didn't look like they were grinding some drunk or making out with someone. Though that was really all that everyone was doing... 

"Save me, someone..."

[jacobreich]

The fact people were actually dressed in animal costumes...and dancing all up on each other, just blew his mind....not only that, but most of these people were sober. Yuck. Jake had long since taken off his zebra mask; what was the point? Beer in hand, Jake was watching the orgy happening in front of him (at least, that's what it looked like), when he spotted a girl standing off to the side. Awe. Making his way through the crowd, he finally got next to her, a smile on his face.

Even though he couldn't see her face; she still looked familiar. Taking a sip of his beer, he looked over, leaning in close so she could hear him. "Hey, aren't you Anna's friend?" He asked, moving back so he wasn't 'in her space'. Some girls didn't like that. Especially with Jake. For whatever reason, he was intimidating. Did they think he was gonna rape them, or something? He had no intention of that whatsoever. This girl just looked lonely, standing by herself.

What was her name...it started with an F....right? He'd figure it out later. Taking another drink of his beer, his eyes wandered around the room. Lots of animals. Few humans...Jake just came for the beer. Rolling the sleeve to his plaid button up shirt back up, he looked back to the girl. "You're...Farren, right?"

[PERRY BUCHANON]

Perry Buchanon was no innocent dove when it came to college parties; he probably spent more time under the influence as a college student than he did in class, and most everyone had seen him hanging around the greek parties, the student bar, and of course the various establishments off campus. However, as he walked into Benji Flynn's (oh, that guy; Perry was vaguely hoping he'd run into him, just because he was messed up enough on a cocktail of alcohol, amphetamines and what may or may not have been a horse tranquilizer to actually give into temptation this time) party, he had to halt for a moment, lips curling around the flimsy, crushed filter of his dying cigarette.

"Goddamn," he commented in a low mutter of a voice, pushing passed a girl dressed like a cat and ignoring her soft, "hey, watch it, perry you asshole!"
He plucked the cigarette from his lips, holding it between two fingers as he looked around him with the paranoid, uneasy glare of a junkie. "It's a goddamn zoo in here."

Apparently he had missed the part about it being a costume party; he was dressed in grass stained, ripped up jeans, converse sneakers and a button up, tacky paisley shirt with the sleeves bunches up around his elbows. His hair was messy as usual, with what looked like leaves caught in the thick brambles of unruly brown curls, and his usually intense, calculating green eyes were half-lidded, bloodshot, and hazy.

He glanced around, looking for someone who looked more humanoid to his very delusional current state of mind, and his eyes settled on a boy and girl in the back. He didn't recognize either of them, which was fine, and he made his way over, flicking his cigarette with disinterest onto the floor when he was done with it.

"'scuze me," he said, lifting his voice so it could be heard over the dull roar of the music and various animal shrieks of drunken laughter and talk around him.

"Would either of you fine people be able to point me in the direction of the liquor."
He looked from the girl to the boy, his eyes lingering on the latter with obvious amusement. Oh kids today and their wacky fashions.

"I'm not used to this sort of depravity." He lit himself another cigarette, muttering again around the filter like some tight-jawed ecstasy freak, wild eyes blinking rapidly. His words came out jumbled and garbled and, frankly, incorrect (because really, who knew depravity better than Perry Buchanon?), and he squinted thoughtfully. "I'm going to need another drink or eight if I'm going to be able to handle this fucking zoo."