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 Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 2:35 pm
The Drunken Adventures of a College Reject! Oh yeah! Basically this is the story of two college rejects that just found out that they were kicked out of their school. So what do they do? GET DRUNK IN VEGAS! There is dodging a fire breathing dwarf like action and avoiding the local cops like action! Don't forget random being forced to seduce a transvestite hooker for your wallet like action! Oh, and all the while the insanity is going on you want to confess your love to your best friend...who is a guy! Story totally copyrighted to Qui.
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 3:46 pm
The name's Bond {Aronne Jameswell Black}What's my age again?{21, I just look young}I guess you could say that I'm{A night owl, shy, worrier, detail oriented person with a low tolerance to alcohol.}Well I used to be{A Graphic Design major}The story behind the man{I grew up pretty peacefully in the city as the son of the CEO of a major computer company. My dad eventually lost his job due to complicated circumstances I care not to speak of, but my love of computers never went away. I got accepted into my dream college for graphic design and made a few friends. Mainly, I spoke with my roommate. Things were okay, but hey! It was college and I was doing what I loved. Past tense. Now I'm out of such luck and on my way to Vegas with my best friend, because God I need some fun right now.}You're talking about bunk beds right?{Uke}Did I mention...{I'm not that bad at drawing away from the computer, and I'm a pretty good chef if I do say so myself.}Ignore the man behind the curtain!{Marshmalloxo}I'm bringing sexy back _________________________________________________________ The name's Bond {Jericho "Waya" McGee}What's my age again?{23}I guess you could say that I'm{Pretty much like the cool guy on the street. Captain of the football team material yet I'm smart like a nerd!}Well I used to be{Video Game Programmer}The story behind the man{Well back when I was in public school I used to get made fun of for talking black...yeah but when I literally kicked the livin' breathing sh*t out of them they backed down and I was put on the football team! However everyone found out why I talked with an accent because my mother is black! I am not kidding! I am biologically her white baby! My father, who passed away from a heart attack, loved my mama dearly...Oh and the only thing white about me is my hair and my skin color...they rest is 100% chocolate baby! Movin' on I was always interested in computers and programing, for I made flash games in my spare time, when I was not weight lifting or playing football. I was thinkin' 'bout joinin' the army yet because my dad died I had to take care of the family. My mom though wanted me to live my own life so she sort of kicked me out of my home forcing me to make my own life....I dyed my hair that blueish green and wore jeans and a ratty t-shirt and went to college so I could work for either EA or SquareEnix! I don't want to brag or anything but I make the best collar greens, beans, and Ox Tail ever! Don't worry Boo-Boo I'll treat you right honey!}You're talking about bunk beds right?{Seme}Did I mention...{I am in closet with anyone else but my family! And I have a very large (censored for the kids!) Oh and Waya is my nickname because I have really good hearing, sight, and smell...}Ignore the man fan girl behind the curtain!{Qui_Bears3}I'm bringing sexy back like Justin!
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 4:31 pm
 〖☩ Ϙυɩ βҽαʀs ☩〗
We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like: "Yo 'Ronne you feel light headed?" I think I paused while looking around at the bleak and barren desert where I think the Manson family might have lived around so many long years ago, "Maybe I should drive?" I finished while feeling the blistering heat radiating off of the Nevada sun. Seriously you could make omelets out here. You may think that we were doing some hard core drugs yet the only think we were doing was pot and drinking, which was never a good mix! The car were ridding in was a rental, though a rather old rental. I mean a beautiful black 1971 Chevelle Convertible! When we picked the damn thing up I thought it was not gonna run, yet the beauty is in such amazing condition that I was actually considering steeling the damn thing. I then forgot what I was talking about and just pressed my back against the chair and closed my rust color eyes feeling my greenish/blue hair blow about the Nevada wind...
You may be wondering, What are these poor god damn bastards doing in the middle of Manson Country? You may be wondering why are they high and drunk...and not crashing into things? Cause that, my friend, I the magical powers of drunk! {OOC: I really don't mean that} Well It all started three days ago......
〖☩ Ɍσҫҟs ☩〗
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 5:25 pm
 He knew that he was forgetting something. Despite the fact that he had made multiple check-lists and double checked all of his items before he had left, he knew he was forgetting something. The only question was what.
His toothbrush.
"Waya! I forgot my toothbrush! We need to turn back." And Aronne was not kidding. He was seriously prepared to turn the car around, despite the fact that they had already covered a few hours of road, and get his toothbrush. The truth was that he was slightly anxious about this road trip they were taking to Sin City. He was even more nervous about Vegas itself. Aronne wasn't used to large groups of people or crazy parties. He'd been to a few weird college ones, but usually he'd just hung out to the side.
The question was, how did one go about turning around in the middle of nowhere? It seemed odd to make a U-turn considering that there wasn't really a curve to the road. Maybe a 3-point turn would be better?
"Would a 3-point turn be used in this situation?" He questioned, as though his friend would really allow them to turn back for something so stupid. Still though, he slowed the car down, ready to flip the car around in whichever way was allowed on the road.
The dork.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 5:38 pm
〖☩ Ϙυɩ βҽαʀs ☩〗
"'Ronne you really think that they kept your toothbrush sitting right where you left it?" The man with the blueish/green hair spoke while digging in his pocket for something, "You can jus get one from a f*ckin' dalla store!" He spoke while not even looking at his old dorm mate Once his fingers found what he was looking for he grinned a rather mischievous smile. He pulled out a small black box the size of a pencil case and two times as thick. When he opened the box inside was what looked like tobacco paper and a not so small bag full of what looked like oregano. " Pull ovah!"" Jericho ordered while turning his head to look at his rather ukeish friend giving him a serious look on his face, "I ain't playin' pull the f*ck ovah!" Waya could hear the sounds of buzzards of in the distance, yet not too far away from them. To which he just shrugged it off while noticing the car slowing down to a complete stop. "You evah smoked before?" He asked while taking the bag with 'oregano' out and placing ti on the brown tobacco paper.
〖☩ Ɍσҫҟs ☩〗
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 5:49 pm
He had a point. There was no way that they hadn't moved it by now. It had been hours since they left afterall. Still though, the thought saddened him. It was like they really couldn't go back now. Depressing, really.
Aronne didn't really want to pull over. If they couldn't go back, then why bother stopping? His friend seemed to be getting a bit upset though, so he pulled to the side of the road to appease him. "Fine, fine," he muttered as he did so. It was only once they were off the road though, that he looked over at saw what Jericho had in his hands. He was fairly certain that that was not meant for cooking.
"No," he responded nervously. The boy had never wanted to before. Anything that could be smoked smelled pretty bad, and he couldn't imagine that it tasted much better. Besides that, people seemed to act stupid when they smoked what he was fairly certain Waya had.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 6:00 pm
〖☩ Ϙυɩ βҽαʀs ☩〗
Now he rolled the paper while it still held the green herb looking thing, not before licking the edge of the paper. Once it was rolled into what looked like a rather fat cigarette he brought it to his lips and put the thing in his mouth as if he was doing something really inappropriate with another man, yet he wasn't. He did that a few times before examining the brown fat cigarette and smiled, "No what? Nevah smoked before or are not doin' it..." He spoke while now looking at Aronne with his fierce rust color eye, for his hair was covering the other eye. "You said that we were gonna do some crazy sh*t 'ite?" The black man spoke while letting the 'cigarette' hang from his lips, "Boy you said that you were gonna go motha f*ckin' wild!" Waya added while feeling the hot air from the wind on his back to which he looked even more bad a** than he did before, damn near James Dean or maybe even a black Clint Eastwood. He then pulled out a lighter and lit the cigarette to which he took a slow drag and held the smoke in his lungs for a good long thirty seconds. He then exhaled all of that thick grey smoke while coughing hard. He then took the joint out of his mouth and handed it over to Aronne, "'Ite homes its your turn...." He spoke rather smoothly and sounded more relaxed than anything.
〖☩ Ɍσҫҟs ☩〗
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 6:35 pm
Watching Jericho play with the roll in his mouth made him feel a little uncomfortable. He tried not to watch, but it was hard for some reason. Aronne shifted in his seat as Waya stopped. To his knowledge his friend was straight, so he was probably just joking, but it still struck him as a strange thing to do.
"Never smoked before," he replied. There was a feeling in his gut that his friend was not going to let him off without smoking a joint. He tried to avoid his friend's sharp gaze, but he ended up being caught in it, cheeks pinkening with embarssment.
Had he really said those things? There was no memory of it in his mind, but that wouldn't mean much if... "Was I drunk when I said that?" He questioned curiously. "'Cause you really can't take what I saw when drunk at face value," he insisted. Waya seemed to lose interest though and began to smoke. Really though, he looked cool like that. Badass and tough. Aronne highly doubted that he could ever look like that.
Jericho may have coughed pretty hard as he exhaled, but he was not alone. As the sickeningly sweet smell of pot hit Aronne, he couldn't help but hack. And he was supposed to smoke this?
Apparently. He nervously grabbed the joint and took a deep breath before he attempted to immitate Waya. And like all first smoking attempts, hit went horribly wrong. The smoke hurt his throat and it tasted horrible and he couldn't help but start to violently cough, the joint falling out of his mouth. He caught it, but barely.
He tried to catch his breath, but it was hard with the smell of the joint still in the air. "That's...that's horrible." He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the funny feeling, but it didn't go away. Apparently, even a short little gasp like his had an effect on him. It felt like someone had put cotton balls in his head. "How can you do that?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 6:49 pm
〖☩ Ϙυɩ βҽαʀs ☩〗
Jericho was actually laughing yet in a more jolly sort of way than in a mocking sort of way. "Dude you did it too fast..." He spoke while taking the join and bringin it to his lips. "ya take a slow long drag..." He spoke while demonstrating what he was taking about by taking another long and slow drag to which he held the smoke in his lungs for a while feeling the oh so familiar 'buzz'. When he exhaled he was not coughing and just passed along the joint, "Ya always cough hard the first time..." He then took another hit, instead of giving it to Aronne. As he took the drag he quickly leaned over so that he was dangerously close to the good straight A student. The act could have been a kiss if it weren't for Waya blowing that smoke into that man's mouth....The man with the blue hair then sat back in the seat as if NOTHING happened. He just passed the joint over to his friend while now saying, "Ya get even highah faster when you cough hard..." I wonder... Waya still just sat in that seat while not even trying to look like a rebel or a rock star. There was always one thing that he always joked around with Aronne to no end, for when his friend found out that he was actually a black man he asked the question that made everyone think...."Yo 'Ronne, you wanna see it?" That was all he had to say to just mess with his white friend.
〖☩ Ɍσҫҟs ☩〗
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 7:20 pm
Aronne wasn't sure that he wanted to take another hit. Still though, it seemed, from Waya's demonstration, that he was not going to get out of it. He watched closely, figuring that if he had to do it again then he might as well at least do it in a way that wouldn't be so horrible.
He was getting ready to try again, bracing himself for that horrible feeling, when suddenly there was smoke in his mouth and his lips were warm, and what?!
"What wa--" he was cut off as Jericho started talking again. It didn't seem like he had any choice but to cough hard, really. He was still curious as to what his friend had just done though. Was it because of the pot? He'd never done something like that to him before.
He knew that his cheeks were red as he made another attempt at smoking the joint. By going slower he lasted a few extra seconds, but not much. The smoke still burned and it still made him double over and cough.
Waya hadn't been kidding when he stated the effects of coughing. His head felt funny. It was heavy, but all fluffy at the same time. He wasn't quite sure if he liked it or not.
Then Jericho went and pulled out The Question. As per usual, it made him jump and flush wildly. "I'm okay, really!" He insisted, just as he had the first time Jericho had asked him that.
The sudden movement did not agree with his head. "Oww," he muttered, massaging his temples for a minute. They hurt and it was now official that he didn't like the feeling of his head being all funny. "I don't think I like pot," he muttered.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 7:28 pm
〖☩ Ϙυɩ βҽαʀs ☩〗
Jericho just grinned at the other while taking hit after hit like a pro. Grey smoke pooled from his lips as he inhaled that very smoke back into him through his nose then back out from his lips, " That's cool with me, 'Ronne" He spoke in a rather simple way while there was a moment of silence while they still were parked on the side of the road. KISH! A rather familiar sound to the both of them shattered the silence of the desert. Jericho held in his hand a cold beer that he kept in the cooler behind him, "Yo ya look like you could use a drink?" He spoke while his eyes were slightly pink from smoking pot while his other hand still held the joint. "Or would you rather me 'hot box' yah again?" He asked in a rather devilish sort of manner. Waya was a master at disclosing his sexuality for he would do things with guys and when people would question his sexuality he would simply say, I am so comfortable with my sexuality that I can do anything and not have to worry about it... Though he never denied being gay or bisexual...
〖☩ Ɍσҫҟs ☩〗
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 8:03 pm
For some reason, it made him feel relieved that Jericho didn't mind that the feeling of being high didn't agree with Aronne. He didn't want to disappoint his friend by being some boring, purely straight-edge guy. Especially not when he was so relaxed and, well, badass. It'd make him feel like a little kid if he was looked down on or something.
He was about to reply that a drink would be nice, all though maybe it would be a good idea for him to only drink a little. Adding drunk to high didn't seem like a terribly good idea, even to his fogged up brain. Then, however, Jericho mentioned something about a 'hot box' and it took Aronne a minute to realize what he was talking about. Well, from the non-reaction Waya had had before to it, it was good to know that he hadn't imagined the encounter.
"They have a name for that?" he questioned incredulously, only serving to prove how little he really got out. Then he remembered to respond with yes or no. "And no, I'm fine. Really, you don't need to bother yourself with that again." He paused before adding in for good measure, "Ever." It was akward to have a straight friend do stuff like that to him.
"A drink sounds good though," he stated afterward.
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 6:40 am
Jericho grinned while seeing the shyness of his friend to which he simply wondered to himself, I wonder if he is getting the idea that I am gay? He thought while keeping a straight face. His rust color eye just watched Aronne while handing him a can of beer that was already opened. "Jus take mines an' I'll get me anothah one!" He then arched his back over the seat to which his well build abs just rippled under his ripped up shirt he then opened the cooler behind him and grabbed another beer while slowly relaxing into the seat. KISH The man with the blueish/green hair opened the beer and took a sip tasting the delicious liquid beer.
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 5:35 pm
The truth was that Aronne had yet to really consider the idea that Jericho was gay. The fact was that dear Waya seemed to do stupid stuff like that with guys all of the time. While that was enough to make some people wonder, Aronne never really bothered with the curiousity. He'd never seen Jericho act like he was even remotely interested in doing anything actually intimate with another guy. Things that may have seemed, even for a moment, to be intimate, were done in teasing. Like him 'hot boxing' him earlier. So Aronne had naturally come to assume that Jericho just liked watching people like him's reactions to these things and that he was normally rather straight indeed.
The guy really had no idea that he was wrong.
Aronne grabbed the open beer. The burning sensation of the smoke hitting his throat had left it dry and he just needed something, anything, to drink right there. So he drank it, trying to keep his sips slow. Slowing down seemed to help him avoid getting drunk so fast or so much.
The boy would not deny that he had quietly observed Waya's muscles as he leaned back to grab himself another bottle. Part of it was with envy and admiration. Aronne wasn't weak, but he wasn't strong either. He was a computer person, not a sports person. The other part of his observation was hard to describe. It wasn't really lust because that was quite simply too strong. It was more like a thought where you feel your cheeks flush even though they aren't and think d*** to yourself, only really slowly so that it lasts the entire time that you see them. It was complicated, made worse by the fact that he still thought of his friend as being straight.
"How long do you think it'll take us to reach Vegas?" he asked to keep his mind busy. Not that it needed much help thinking of almost nothing at all. With every sip of beer he took his throat felt better, but his head felt worse. He wondered how Jericho could stand it.
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 6:02 pm
〖☩ Ϙυɩ βҽαʀs ☩〗
"I don't know..." The rather macho gay man spoke while drinking a rather large gulp of his beer to which the computer programmer, or so he wanted to be, was now decently f*cked up, "Well maybe if we keep goin' down this here road...thingy...wait...." He paused while feeling rather disoriented for a short moment while trying to recall where they both were. Then he sort of remembered and just spoke rather quickly hiding his current mental state, "Yeah there is a sign ovah there that says Vegas that way...on it....verbatim!" He spoke while again stretching his rather buff abs and sexy strong arms. The black man, with the pale skin, was actually trying to seduce his friend, rather subtly, for he was not really sure if Aronne would be interested in being with a man like him.
〖☩ Ɍσҫҟs ☩〗
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