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Post by Maple ♥ on Jan 5, 2014 4:15:01 GMT
Lauren Moscow Lauren was perched against the wall, taking in the sights a bit until her friend Jenny walked by her. She reached out her hand and touched her arm to get her attention. "Hey Jenny!"
Jenny turned to look at her and the smile on her face vanished. "Um, hi Lauren."
Lauren frowned and watched her walk away quickly. Why was everyone acting so strange around her lately? Before she cold think much about it she saw Bastian coming back with drinks. She took it from him the second he was close enough and downed the whole thing pretty quick. "Thanks," she took a deep breath and wiped her mouth.
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Post by shades on Jan 5, 2014 4:19:51 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; Bastian noted something was up instantly, “you okay Lauren?” He asked, holding the opening of his drink as someone pushed by; sipping it so the amber liquid wouldn’t spill so easily the next time a guy rammed towards them, mindlessly drunk. Because that was sure to happen, unfortunately.
“Is it your parents, or,” Bastian motioned to the party; it was pretty lame. He’d think people would be warmed up to Lauren and Bastian as a couple, not sleeping around with everyone else’s boyfriends and girlfriends. Then again, people sucked sometimes. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jan 5, 2014 4:21:40 GMT
Lauren Moscow Lauren nodded, though her eyebrows furrowed as she looked around again. "Yep, I'm fine," she agreed and brought her attention back to him. "People are jackasses. I only came to see you," she smiled up at him and used his shirt to pull him closer to her smoothly.
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Post by shades on Jan 5, 2014 4:32:00 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; Bastian smiled back, “well if I knew that, I totally would have just rented a hotel room.” He joked, stealing a kiss from Lauren; one hand planted firmly on her back while setting down the cup quietly. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jan 5, 2014 4:35:28 GMT
Lauren Moscow Lauren grinned while kissing him. She was beginning to get into it when she opened her eyes slightly and noticed Robert Paisley standing nearby. "We shouldn't attract too much attention Bastian," she breathed on his lips, watching the guy over her nose. Then her eyes came back to her boyfriend with one final peck on the lips before leaning back against the wall again.
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Post by shades on Jan 5, 2014 4:42:59 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; Bastian turned around at Paisley, resisting the urge to sneer and flip him off; but at the request of Lauren didn’t attract attention. Instead, he maneuvered so he was next to her. Grabbing her hand for self-assurance, “okay. Yeah, but the look on Paisley’s face was priceless. You gotta admit.” He grinned impishly, green eyes darting to where Paisley disappeared in the crowd. He noted that there were other of Paisley’s friends, and Bastian would probably not come out of the party without something happening.
“Why were you grounded?” He asked suddenly, curious as to why Lauren had to sneak out of the house to come to this party—albeit lame party—when Lauren never has been ‘grounded’ before. Bastian has, not in the recent teenage years, but in the younger years and with his mom and Nona. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jan 5, 2014 4:50:01 GMT
Lauren Moscow: Her grip tightened around his and she laughed at Paisley's expression. Then, Lauren blushed slightly and cleared her throat. "I might've told them to fuck off and let me see you without any issues. They wanted me to go to this dumb dinner party last night and when I refused they grounded me. Dicks," she grumbled and grabbed Bastian's drink where he'd set it down. Without waiting for a reply she took a sip and studied the crowd around them, trying not to meet Bastian's eyes.
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Post by shades on Jan 5, 2014 4:59:56 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; “Ah.” Bastian remained blank, trying to think. “Well, if you have to do something with your parents, you can always call and we can change plans.” He really couldn’t complain about parents, his mother worried for him and often would wonder about his life with a non-caring father. His grandmother, bless her soul, tried to come as often as she could to keep an eye on him and make sure he wasn’t ruining the house to say the least—hey he kept that place spotless—though he barely left his room, kitchen, or couch; or barely was home. So it wasn’t hard to keep up.
His dad was unimpressed with Bastian, like he saw right through the young man but didn’t say anything out of shame it might just be true. Heck, Bastian was partially afraid to let Lauren meet him; though at least she knew how to feign innocence and act.
He stared across the room at some poor students who were dragged to the party against their will; before snapping to the dancing crowd as the song changed to something a bit less raunchy rapping by Eminem or Lil’ Wayne; honestly Bastian had no idea about music. He just listened to what came on the radio. Sometimes he couldn’t stand it, and other time he got so into a song just to learn it was by One Direction and mentally having to press his forehead to his palm and wonder how it was possible. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jan 5, 2014 5:07:52 GMT
Lauren Moscow Lauren danced a little by moving her hips, glancing over at her boyfriend. With another chug of her drink she grabbed his wrist. "I love this song, dance with me," she insisted and pulled him after her into the hot and sweaty dance floor. She shook her hips to the beat and grabbed ahold of his shoulders, tossing her head around and messing up her hair. Maybe she was a bit tipsy, but she didn't care. Lauren wanted to dance with her boyfriend and forget about everything for a little while.
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Post by shades on Jan 5, 2014 5:14:56 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; Bastian didn’t object to Lauren, already knowing it might make the party a bit more lively for the both of them. He danced with her for a few songs, smiling, laughing. The time flew a bit, until he was sticky and sweaty; it didn't take much to make him that way admittedly. Without realizing it, he noticed the clock on the wall and then double-checked his watch to be sure. “Oh! Hey, Lauren, I have to call my Nona; she has medicine to take about this time.” He walked away, pushing his hands into his pockets, back pockets, front pockets—Bastian spun around looking flustered. “Can I borrow your phone? I must of left mine in the car or at home.” Mentally he was slapping himself at that, most people don’t go anywhere without their phones.
Well, at least he wasn’t self-reliant on it. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jan 5, 2014 5:20:31 GMT
Lauren Moscow: Lauren was still dancing in the crowd, not ready to leave. Someone had handed her another drink and she'd already chugged it down. Now she was feeling it in every part of her, liking the familiar feeling. "Yeah babe, back pocket!" she pointed, turning her ass towards him and shaking it with a wink.
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Post by shades on Jan 5, 2014 5:33:29 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ;
Bastian smiled, giving one of those lost ‘I’m so embarrassed by you but I love you anyways’ looks, as he pulled out her phone; giving her ass an extra squeeze before turning away with a “be right back in a second,” letting the phone flash until it came upon the title screen. His eyes flicked over the unread messages and calls, a frown adorning his face. Normally, Bastian was one to respect privacy. But he knew Lauren’s parents probably had figured out she was gone, however he didn’t have to wait long when a spam of messages started coming in from being off; clicking furiously he accidentally opened one from half an hour ago.
From: Mom
There was an accident.
His eyebrow quirked, flipping to the next recent one.
East End Hospital, your father is in room 123.
That was when he began panicking, forgetting about his Nona’s medicine (she was normally good with it anyways and if not missing a day wouldn’t kill her) Bastian made his way back to Lauren. “Your mother has left nearly twenty messages, I think it’s serious.” He practically was dragging Lauren’s familiar drunk figure away—thankfully Bastian was a slow drinker or had a higher tolerance and was still for the most part sober—his sweaty palms sticking to her shirt. Shoving the familiar rectangular phone under her nose, in hopes she would listen to him.
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jan 5, 2014 5:39:20 GMT
Lauren Moscow: Lauren was still dancing, swaying her head along with the few new friends she'd made when Bastian dragged her away. She barely heard what he had to say, still dizzied with adrenaline and alcohol. When he shoved a bright light in her face she blinked and pulled away from him. "Bastian quit it," she pawed at him, snatching the phone from his grasp. "I was having a good time-" she mumbled until her glazed eyes looked over the messages on the screen. Her heart fell to her toes and all color seemed to leave her face. Her eyes flashed up to Bastian with a 'o' expression on her lips. "My dad was in an accident," she spoke, still not believing it herself as she stared in a sort of daze.
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Post by shades on Jan 5, 2014 5:45:10 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; He looked around nervously, “yeah. I can drive you to the hospital, I don’t think…you know…you should be driving by yourself…” Bastian reasoned, knowing full well she should probably go and visit; waiting probably would make her mother even more worried. Even if she wasn’t in the right state; dear god, her mother was going to kill him alongside her. Or maybe be relieved to see her daughter, then kill him. And her father, if he was okay. Bastian internally panicked, but tried to remain cool on the outside. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jan 5, 2014 5:48:47 GMT
Lauren Moscow: Lauren hugged herself and bit her lip. She couldn't think, she was sort of numb. But Bastian was right, and more sober. Her mind was still drifting to other places so she had to keep reminding herself what was the matter. Hospital. Gotta go. Dad in accident. The muscle in her chest which kept her alive was beating like a freight train engine, but her mind felt groggy and tired. All she could manage to do was head towards the front door, hoping Bastian's car was nearby. { Poor Bastian lol }
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