Class Of 2000 {Open}

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Jeff Noland
18
6'4
10 inchs w/ 5 inch thickness
Dark messy blonde hair
Bluish Green eyes
Swimmer Body
Kinda personality

Keep in my, everyone is 18 now, graduated yesterday and this thread is basically one massive party at the richest guys house which is like a mansion so there are so many rooms and oppurtunities.

IC:

Jeff sighed and chugged back the remaining of his beer. He had been accepted to UIC which he couldn't wait to go to. He had been given the scholarship for swimming but swimming from highschool was already done, 5 months ago, so he was free for the whole summer now. He sighed and looked around at all the sexy ladies there tonight and everything, ti seemed like the whole senior class was here, he was definitly glad this wasn't his house. Of course, all the guys figured they were getting laid but for himself, Jeff wouldn't of been surprised if he hadn't.

Jeff's girlfriend of 8 months dumped him for a guy on the football team which pissed him off but now, he felt lonely, that was 2 months ago. He sighed and went onto the balcony where there was a couple making out. He went over to the ledge and looked out at the ocean in. This was a great house, perfect view. A dream house you could say, Jeff sighed and looked down into his now full cup of beer.
 
Petra Syscoic
18
5'8
Chocolate brown ringlets
Cinnamon Colored eyes
Plays soccer/Is a runner/Fit

She had argued with her friends for hours about coming to this party, reminding them that the moment they found a hut guy they'd high tail it out of there and leave her alone; like she knew anyone else well enough to call them friends. Sure, she knew her classmates by name, although she really hadn't connected with any of them. Petra had been right though, for the moment her friends and her had a couple drinks, they were off and after the first hot male that walked by.

With a fourth cup of beer in hand, Petra made her way out to the balcony, content in losing herself in the sights; perhaps take her mind off of the fact she'd gotten ditched in the last minute and a half. Rose pink skirt swished against the floor as she walked, and a hand was run down her side self-consciously, smoothing any wrinkles out of the matching halter. Warm cinnamon eyes passed over Jeff, her brain recognising his name and what he did -- And that was about it. Hmm, a swimmer. What was his name? Je-Jeff! That's it, Jeff." Coming to a rest beside him, she took a swallow of her drink, setting the cup down on the railing. "Beautiful isn't it?" She asked Jeff, unsure if he'd answer back.
 
Amber Smith
18
light brown curly hair down to to mid back
5'5''
bright green eyes

Amber walked through the manison wearing a tight black mini skirt. The red halter top clung to her body. With one hand she tousles her hair, and with the other she starts to sip her fifth cup of beer.

Part of her friends were passed out on the many couches and chairs. The rest of her friends were in some room with a guy that they just had meet. Amber kept walking through the huge house her heels clicking on the floor.
 
Sam Oldrick
18 Years Five Months
Blue eyes
Weight 178 lbs
Height 5ft 11
Hair Color: Dark Brown

Sam had arrived late to the party, having had to wait until his parents were asleep since even at this time in his life they didn't want him going to a place that was likely to sully his reputation.

Wallking into the mansion he took a quick glance about him, smiling to a couple of his friends, grabbing a small glass of wine off a nearby table and striding towards what he knew must be the library. From the Library he knew he could move anywhere in the house and the library was also likely to be a little quieter. As crazy as a place like this was there was probably the chance of meeting a different type of woman there...

There was no kidding anybody, that was why everyone was here, to meet up, have sex, hopefully some kind of sex to remember, then forget the person the next day. Deliberately forget. Sam was no different though he did hope that perhaps something more lasting might take place...a furthering of a relationship with an old friend perhaps. Who knew...the night was, relatvely speaking, still young.
 
Jeff

As strangea s it was, he could smell the faint perfume of the woman coming up behind him and off to the side, he looked over and smiled, it was Petra. He had seen a couple of her soccer games before swim practice, also, since she had been in his class the first semester. Yeah it is...How ya been Petra? He asked, looking over at her, smiling.

It had been a long time since he had seen her last and truthfully, at one point during school, he had a crush on her but after not seeing her after 1st semester, he figured she moved, but apparently he had been wrong. Seeing her now, braught back a few feelings and he smiled, looking at the ground below the blacony. She changed quite a bit, she had let her hair grow out a bit longer than it was the last time he saw her.
 
Amber

Amber decieded to go outside. Not so many people there. She stopped and chated with a few people she knew from being on the dance team. Needing a a refill on her beer she headed for the kitchen.

Once her cup was filled with beer again, she headed for the back door. Amber was at the stair case when she bumped into some one. Her beer had went all over the guy. When she looked up it was Sam. "Sorry"
 
Sam was just passing the stairs when someone bumped into in and he felt the slick feel of beer spash all over his clothes. Glancing up sharply he saw the culprit was Amber and let out a sigh. His shirt was soaked. He'd arrived dressed in designed jeans and t shirt, he'd have to change tops now...perhaps Jason who owned the house, would have something he could change into.
"Evening Amber." He offered in a way of a better greeting than just a bump on the stairs. "And don't worry about it, in a place like this and a party like this it was bound to happen to someone." There was no need to get all angry when he had only just arrived and doing so would probably wreck his whole night.
 
The perfume was her favorite, having been one of her mother's favorites before she passed away -- Petra still had the same bottle that her mother had given her on her sixteenth birthday, the female wearing it in remembrance. After that first semester had been when her mother passed away, and so she'd done school in correspondance until recently. A pretty smile curved her painted lips as Jeff spoke back, friendly, unlike so many of the others. "I've been alright, looking forward to this night mostly."

Most of the graduates were looking forward to this night for one reason or another.

Petra's life was her soccer prowess, the female offered scholarships on account of her ability to play the game; although that didn't mean she was popular in the least. Raising her glass to her lips, she finished off that cup of beer, her head spinning slightly -- She wasn't accustomed to drinking really, and so even four cups was a bit much. "Care to accompany me to grab another drink?" Petra continued to smile, a hand raising up to tuck chocolate hued curls behind her ear.
 
Jeff

He looked down at his empty glance then at her, his cup was still full. Without looking away, he thrusted his cup out into the open over the blacony and emptied it onto the world, he smiled. Sure why not. They both laughed and smiled, not only from the beer but from pure enjoyment. He walked through the loud rooms and into the kitchen where the kegs were. He filled his cup up and then filled her's. Over the loud music, he yelled. Why don' we go somewhere quiet where we can talk s'more!

He took her hand gently, guiding her through all the rooms and then onto the 3rd floor where he led her into what looked like a family room. A large couch, a walk out window where u could see the money on the water as well. A large plasma tv with surround sound and everything. There, now we have some privacy. He walked farther into the room and then turned, smiling at her. What happened to you after the first semester you kinda like....disappeared.
 
She laughed as he dumped the cup over the balcony, a true smile finally reaching her eyes, making the cinnamon color at least welcoming. Following him through the others to the kitchen, she accepted the cup from him after he'd filled it, automatically bringing it to her lips to sip some of the liquid -- If she waited too long, the taste of the beer would slip away from her mouth and make the next taste unbarable.

She really didn't like beer, but what other options were there?

At his suggestion to go talk, she merely nodded, not sure if her dulcet tones would be able to be heard over the music anyway. Allowing her hand to be taken by his, she followed the tall male through different rooms and to the third floor, marvelling at the place where he stopped. Looking around in awe, she whistled. "Nice place to have a party." She murmured, glancing up at Jeff -- My my, he was tall wasn't he? Taking a seat on the couch, she curled her legs up under her, watching the other, her smile wavering at the question. "Well, you see, there was a family emergency. It's all fine now." She avoided the actual truth, sugar coating it -- She didn't need anyone feeling sorry for her. "And what've you been up to? Keeping out of trouble?" She teased, the liquor making it easier to talk to one of her peers.
 
He smiled and sat down on the other couch accross from her. He sighed as he took a sip. From time to time... He grinned and smiled. Well I'm glad everything's okay now, kinda got worried after the first month of not seeing you. And to be honest, you look really good. He told her, looking her in the eyes, it was not the alcohol saying this, it was him. He had always respected the ladies and did anything for whomever was his girlfriend. Find any...hot boyfriends?
 
She studied the other, head tilted, her cup balanced on her knee. "Thanks." She grinned, a blush creeping across her cheeks; and not all of it was alcohol induced -- She was use to being called the geek, or the 'shy girl', someone that no one took much notice of. "Hot.. Boyfriends? You mean, have I found any non-superficial males? Not as of yet." She giggled, rolling her shoulders in a shrug. Glancing at him all the way on the other side and on the other couch, she arched a brow. "What, scared I bite? You can come sit over here you know." She patted the cushion next to her.
 
He smiled and got up and sat beside her. Her scent was more abundant here...and he liked it. He licked his lips as he sat his glass down on the coffee table. Well...recently actually a month ago, ym girlfriend broke up with me for some guy on the football team, not much of a loss though, I actually wanted some space...well until today... He looked over her and noticed her looking at him. Not for all the same reasons they are here. He motioned to the people below them.
 
Her head was definately spinning now, the female wrinkling her nose in distaste as she set the cup of beer on the coffee table beside his. "Ugh, definately enough of that." She announced, holding a hand against her blush-hot cheek. "I'm already drunk, I do believe." She sat quiet then, listening to him speak, her hand remaining against her cheek for a moment before sliding down to join the other in her lap. "I'm so sorry, that must of been hard." She consolled, reaching over to pat his shoulder, having been silent for a moment at that last part. She smiled, arching a brow. "And why, praytell, are all these people here other than to party and celebrate finishing years worth of torture?" Poor Petra kind of missed the point -- Ah, hormonal peers.
 
He laughed to himself. Well, most my friends down there just plan on scoring and forget whoever they slept with. Me, on the other hand, want to see everyone again, remember this day and if I am truely lucky and do get laid...well, stay with whomever it is. He looked at her and felt his own cheeks blush. Here, I've got some pills for ya, it'll help for tommorow morning, trust me. He handed ehr two pills from his pocket, he popped the others and sighed as he sat back. Wait, why are you here?
 
"Wow, I guess great minds do think alike, most of my friends are here for the same thing." She laughed, shaking her head. "So, in essense, you're here to find a rebound and perhaps a girlfriend?" She smiled knowingly, accustomed to such things because of her friends -- One had to be, especially when she was the one carrying the condoms for the girls; now, where had she put them? Petra was a smart girl; out of sight, out of mind, so obviously they were hidden on her person. Holding out her hand, she took the pills from him, popping them in her mouth. Reaching over, she grabbed her beer and washed them down, making a face at the taste of the beer -- And then asking after the fact. "Great, what are they by the way?" The cup was set back on the table, a hand moving back through spiralled locks. "I'm here to make sure my friends don't sleep with any 'ugly guys', so they said." She laughed at that, obviously it being an inside joke.
 
He smiled and shook his head, so it seems. but they shouldn't be the only one's having fun you know. You deserve some too. As for the pills, they'll make it so that you won't have a hang over, believe me, they help me whenever I drink. He smiled, suddenly, he didn't know why for a moment but after he had done it, he felt warm, he kissed her passionitly and then pulled back, looking down, thinking why he did it...
 
"Ah, anti-hangover pills! You'd make a killing selling these downstairs." She giggled, looking up just as he leaned over. Mouth parted slightly as she was about to question him, but instead was silent as he moved his lips against hers. Startled look was given as he pulled back, a hand moving up to touch her lips, her chin tucking to her chest, ringlets moving forward to cover her blushing cheeks. "That was.. Nice." Unexpected as well.
 
I'm sorry...I couldn't help myself...you see...before you left, Ihad a massive crush on you but then you left and well...it died I guess but now that your here, it has all ame back and I dunno...thought maybe....it could work but I guess not... He sighed, licking his lips.
 
"Really?" Her tongue flicked out over her gloss covered lips, tasting the flavor of himself he'd left behind. It was a make or break decision now, this all laid out before her -- On one hand, she could have some fun tonight and have something to tell and show her friends on the morrow. Then again, what if he was lying to simply get some? Petra was torn, looking from Jeff to her cup and then back. Reaching for the cup, she took a drink to wet her dry mouth, finally answering. "It could.. Work.." She said quietly, looking down into her lap.
 
Amber

Amber was relieved that Sam was not angry. "Evening Sam." She had not seen Sam since math class freshman year. How he had changed over the last four years. He is a lot better looking then she could remember. She also remebered a time when she was slight taller than Sam. But now he almost towers over her.

Amber's green eyes looked into his blue ones. 'I am so sorry agian"
 
"Evening Sam."
He smiled back again, wine glass still in hand.
Amber's green eyes looked into his blue ones. 'I am so sorry agian"
The way she looked at him was almost...intense, but those eyes, one could get lost in them.
"Like I say. Don't worry about it. I don't suppose you know of a good place to change though? Or have any idea where I might find some different clothes?"
She probably wouldn't. Like everybody else here today she was a guest and it was his guess hat she hardly even knew Jason. As for Jason, he was likely out in the pool with a couple of girls unless it had passed that stage already.
He felt the beer soak through his shirt now onto his well toned chest and abdomen. "It probably clings to me like i'm a dork." He thought to himself, trying to move out of the way as a couple of girls giggled past him in at the bottom of the stairs.
 
A smile spread accross his face. You really think we could work together? He asked looking at her with a soft smile, somehow, his hand had found hers and gently carreased her soft skin and kissed it gently. And no...I'm not that type of guy that is a one night stand. I promise.
 
"It's hard to say, that's for the future to bring." Petra slurred, wrinkling her nose at her own speech -- Ugh, was that how it was to be drunk? She watched as he lifted her hand to his mouth, kissing the back of it, a small smile on her lips; huh, the girls would never believe this tomorrow. "You promise." She echoed, leaning forward, "So that means you are a man of many nights?" She joked, curling locks falling forward over her shoulders to frame her breasts with their length.
 
Amber

Like I say. Don't worry about it. I don't suppose you know of a good place to change though? Or have any idea where I might find some different clothes?"

Of course she didn't really know where to find clothes for him. "No but we could go looking" she smiled at him. She was real glad that showed no true signs of being angry with her. "I have an idea were the bedrooms are...I have been here once or twice."
 
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