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Post by quinnie on Aug 8, 2011 3:05:58 GMT
Quinn had to keep reminding herself that this was going to go well. She was standing in the kitchen, getting the soda and liquor ready for the party. Being sure to hide the full bottle of whiskey away for her grandpa.
People would be there soon, and she was just hoping that everything would be alright and that Lowe would come. She had sent him a text. It was her first party, and she wanted one of her best friends there.
Looking up at the clock she noticed that it was time for people to be showing up soon. So pouring the chips into a bowl and putting on some random pop music she had the girl walked towards the door glancing out to see if people were walking up to the house. Outfit |
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Post by berkeley2 on Aug 8, 2011 3:19:42 GMT
 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Want to stick the whole computer in the trash can
instead of reading about the constipation lately and your ass plans
that you seem to contemplate.[/color][/font] You thought I would rate your page ‘awesome’ and ‘great’?[/color][/font] I hate your blog.
It’s incredibly
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The only reason....the /only/ reason that Derek had been talked into this party was that it was being thrown by Quinn. If it had been anyone else, he probably would've been at home alone trying to sit through The Room or something. This felt more important.
After all, he'd sort of made a promise to her grandfather that he would help keep an eye on her. He wasn't about to break something like that.
He was going to try, however, to keep this somewhat casual. Tonight was a night for making up with whatever friends of hers he'd gotten a little annoyed with lately, and just try to be nice for a change. Well.....nicer than he'd been lately, anyway.
After making sure once again that the few snacks he'd bought to donate to the party actually were in the bag he was carrying them in, he made his way towards Quinn's door, trying to brace himself. This would be a lot of people in a small amount of space. He was pretty sure a lot of them were going to be drunk. He never really did too well in a room of drunkenness.
He shook his head and took in a deep breath before knocking on the door. Not very many people seemed to be around yet.....that was kind of odd. Maybe he was just too early or something.
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