CALEB DARLING
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Bisexual %7C%7C Freude
Education %7C%7C Mathematics
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Post by CALEB DARLING on Jul 23, 2011 3:14:15 GMT
Caleb had had a pretty good idea of what he was going to be. He'd been planning it for quite a while, making sure he had all the necessary pieces at his disposal. He didn't want to be the one to cheat because he didn't have a necessary item. Luckily old projects and other things around the house saved him from any outside trips.
By the end of the week, and on the day of the party, he had a costume.
He hoped it was obvious, especially with the big, black ears and the white gloves he was wearing. He was going to mickey mouse, and the snout with whiskers had added just the touch he'd thought it had needed.
Smoothing down his black shirt and tucking it into the red, fitted jeans, he stepped up to the full length mirror attached to the back of his closet door.
"What am I missing? ....Oh!"He'd said as he'd pondered his appearance, running back downstairs to grab the black tail that he was attaching to the back of his jeans. "Perfect." He smiled, running a comb through his hair a few times, sliding it into his pocket just in case he needed it later.
He was a bit nervous about this party. It was at a Casino. The only things he'd ever heard about Casinos had come from True Life Las Vegas. The scene looked pretty wild. Not that Las Vegas in general wasn't. Still, he wasn't sure he'd be comfortable with all the gambling and drinking. Departing from his house despite the jittery feeling in the pit of his stomach, he drove the way his GPS told him to go.
"What a roundabout way to reach The Strip..." He'd mumbled, giving his GPS a glare before putting on his emergency brake and getting out of the car.
It was good that everyone else was in costume because he felt a bit silly driving in traffic with mouse ears and a snout on. Joining the crowd of human-animals he headed inside.
He had to admit, the place was nice. Still, he could spot the slot-machines and card tables across the room. He'd just make sure to avoid that area. After telling a few strangers how wonderful their costumes were, he headed to the drinks.
"Is this water or vodka?" He'd asked one of the guys standing next to him. They'd given him a look before answering matter-of-factly, "Vodka, dude." And Caleb set the drink back down. Maybe he could stick to a wine. Those never made him too tipsy.
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Post by summer on Jul 24, 2011 6:39:31 GMT
  The Strip. Gosh. Even the name made Isla feel dirty. But you have to admit, the name is very fitting. What else is Las Vegas known for other than casino, gambling, and ‘strippers’. Yes. She definitely had a theory about that. You see, The Strip what where the first stripper took off her clothes – not that she was wearing much to begin with; she is after all, a stripper - and decided to walk around in the buff. Or so that was how the story was suppose to go … but who honestly dwells on the details? That stripper obviously had something the other hookers in town didn’t: great real estate seller potential! You know what the motto is: location location location!
To say Isla was hesitant to attend this ‘Party Animals’ bash would be a massive understatement. More of a docile creature than wild one, her definition of a party would be an elegant dinner party with a handful of friends. And instead of cheap beer as the drink of the evening, it’d be a delicious glass of bubbly instead. And as tempting as get piss drunk and streaking through a park (yes, I’m calling you out katy perry!) sounds, Isla would gladly pass up the opportunity. She couldn’t bear the possibility of appearing on some cheap amateur copy of girls gone wild: college edition. So while hunting for a parking spot to leave her car at for the rest of the night, she silently mulled over her options and excuses which would best help her avoid any serious trouble. The potential for being slipped a date rape drug were sufficiently slim. Isla planned to clutch her glass of ginger ale on the rocks all throughout the night as if it were a lifeline. And at the offer of a drink, she would politely decline and pull the “I’m the designated driver for tonight’ card, which wasn’t all a lie. She drove herself here and unless she wanted to pay for a cab fare back home, then one back the next morning to pick up her car, Isla had to intentions of forking over a good seventy bucks to some old hairy cab driver for a thirty minute measly ride to and from Winchester community college.
As she climbed out of her car, Isla made sure to put her ICE (in case of emergency) number on speed dial number one of her phone. She then glanced into her rear view mirror to check the basics: hair, mascara, and clothing. Isla had decided to dress the part of an owl for the night. The wise animal could be seen on the blue tank she sported with a pair of white denim jeans. On her wrist was a cute chunky purple watch, again with the print of an owl on the face of it. Isla lucked out at the mall and found herself a woolen gray owl beanie hat, which she now fit snuggly atop her head. Their beady eyes seemed to watch everything and everyone. And last but not least, she topped off her poorly arranged costume with big round black frames hoping would appear as though she had her animal’s signature wise gaze as well.
Stepping through the doors and into the Treasure Island hotel, the party could be indeed described as one word Isla wasn’t too fond of: wild. Not the least big eager to join the damp, humid mass of dry humping bodies that currently took up the dance floor; she made her way gingerly toward the refreshments table. To her luck, the table seemed to be stocked with cups of water. Taking one up without any questions asked, Isla took one big fat –supposedly- refreshing gulp only to sputter everywhere once the clear liquid hit her throat. Son of a bitch, that shit burns! She thought, her eyes shamefully glazing over as it blazed down her neck and settle uncomfortably into her empty stomach. Isla ended up doubled over, coughing most unattractively into the crook of her elbow. The fit of coughs finally settled down after several minutes and Isla glanced around to assess the damage she might have caused in her moment of stupidity. ”That obviously wasn’t water.” She murmured cheekily to the figure standing next to her. Of course, her attempt to smoothen out her blatant display of ‘uncoolness’ would no doubtingly come back to slap her in the face sooner or later.
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CALEB DARLING
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Post by CALEB DARLING on Jul 28, 2011 3:53:42 GMT
Caleb had watched the girl approaching the table, raising a brow as she picked up the cup of vodka. He was going to say something, like that's vodka, you know. Anything to warn her just in case she wasn't aware of the open bar here. She'd taken the sip much too quickly, though, and it became apparent that vodka hadn't been what she was accepting.
Biting into his lip awkwardly as she coughed, he let his eyes wander around, looking back to her when she straightened back up and muttered something. Smiling softly after a second of registering what she said he nodded, "Yeah, uh, unfortunately not." He sighed, back, looking over the row of filled up cups. One of those just had to be water. He didn't want to try and end up in the same situation this poor girl had been in moments before, though.
Looking over her costume now for the first time, he smiled up into her face, "An owl, huh? Nice!" He commented, nodding at the costume. His own was getting hot to be in- not that it was much of a costume anyway. It was just the long skinny jeans and the long-sleeved button-up in the middle of summer was a bit unbearable even inside the casino.
Loosening up the cuff on the sleeves he pushed them back to his elbow, then looking back up to her. "Owls always remind me of Winnie the Pooh." He told her with a nod, and a small glimmer of childhood nostalgia in his eyes.
Spotting a bottle of wine a little further down the table he leaned over for it and popped the top, holding it over an empty cup as some foamed over the top. Pouring himself a small amount of the Chateau Grand-jour. Looking back up to her, he held up the bottle, "Would you like some?" He offered, reaching for another empty cup.
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Post by summer on Jul 29, 2011 2:23:54 GMT
[/color] Isla beamed genuinely. Who wouldn’t smile at a Mickey Mouse costume? You’d have to be a dream killer (Where dreams come true? Get it? Anyone?) or have a rock for a heart. ”I bet even Mickey would be jealous.””Thanks!” she said kindly then glanced self-consciously at her costume before pushing the oversized rimmed glasses back up her nose. It was less flashy then the other costumes here, matching her more laid back style. Winning the costume award would be nice but the thought of being called up center stage with a spotlight aiming right you was not her cup of tea. Not to mention the awkward silence that would surely ensue during the presentation and the million pairs of eyes gawking at her. Yes. Definitely don’t want to win the prize. ”Really? Pots of yummy honey remind me more of Winnie and the Pooh then an owl.” Isla mused with a grin more to herself then to the boy adjacent to her. When he motioned at the cups and offered her a drink, she tentatively nodded her head, trusting her instincts that he wasn’t the type of shady guy who would drop fizzy tablets into her drink. Nevertheless, she watched like hawk as he pour the liquid into a cup. [/ul] [/center] [/size][/font] |
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