Alex's House Party

Eriko gives her one a raised eye brow and just shakes his head. It wasn't rare for him to receive hugs from large breast drunk women. The feeling of large mounds of flesh rubbing against squeezing against you does feel nice, but its not always welcomed, especially when the woman those mounds belonged to was a little loose from being tipsy. "No thanks, I drink alcohol, I had a bad experience when drinking with a friend when I was younger." he says shaking off the memory. He partially lied as it was a couple bad experiences. He'd get drunk, meet a girl and hop into bed with her, and every time, the situation would go bad, either she was a crazy, had very weird fetishes, or was not exactly the best looking. After the third he'd drank at a club or party, he was off the stuff for good. He also was not good at holding his liquor. He takes the orange juice and takes sip from it. He would preferred that cranberry juice, but eh, non booze is non booze.

Colin was still looking up at the ceiling when he felt something on his leg. He looked down to see Marama there and hear her say she liked it. "Well... that's good. You feeling alright, Marama?" He asked. She seemed a bit... odd. Of course, by this time, Colin was also a little bit tipsy. He put his hand on her head, running his hand through her hair with a small smile on his face. He frowned as she curled up and asked him her question.

"Well... It puts a warm feeling in your belly. Also numbs the mind a little bit. It's good stuff, and it only comes from Canada. Give it a few tries, it gets better after a while..." He told her However, now he was fairly trapped. And while it wasn't the worst of predicaments, it certainly was quite the pickle. As it was, he looked around, reaching down gently for another drink as to not disturb Marama. He was... uncertain, about the situation, to say the least. He was glad his friend was having fun and enjoying herself, though...

Alex looked up as he heard his student's voice behind him. He watched as Aivee raced up to his student and gave him a hug. Well carp. He thought to himself, smiling as he used his brothers cuss word of choice. She's tipsier than I am. He grabbed another drink, gaining an edge on his opponent with a smile on his face.

"Looks like you made it after all... Although now you have your next big test. How are you going to survive at a party?"

He smirked as he took a breath after polishing off another bottle and Aivee gave them their choice. There's no way in hell that' normal juice. Can't wait to see what happens with this...

"Oi... Aivee... I'm getting an edge on you over here. You can teach them with a drink in your hand. After all, you don't want your pretty face all covered in black ink, do you?"

Rook remained Docile for the moment as his head was rubbing against the woman's cleavage. He took one glance at that suspicious "orange looking liquid" and knew it wasn't to be trusted. He could then hear the muffled words his Mentor had blurted, under the influence of the alcohol of course and Rook, just assumed he was talking about this particular party.He looked over at the other man being wedged against the woman's breast as well and by his tone he wasn't into drinking what ever remained setting in the cups that began to collect dew.Never the less he still took a swig and for the moment remained normal but Rook had the sinking feeling that all of that was to change.

He tried releasing himself out of the woman's grip but had little to no avail, so he wrapped his right arm around her waist, gentle holding her hips, then used his left remaining arm to hold the other and hoist her over and placed her to sit on his right shoulder.Hopefully releasing the other man,and taking a sip of the liquid to not spoil the moment.He challenged himself, thinking he could handle more of a sip and downed it quickly so as not to discourage anyone."Well then, I might as well enjoy myself,Eh,Alex?" He said with that voice of his that would make some people shiver with fright or excitement.

It wasn't Long before he reached over for a large bottle and downed it within seconds.Hoping to get into the mood with his mentor and the voluptuous mistress sitting on his shoulder.

Eriko was taking another drink from his juice when it was sudden tipped up by the hand of the woman who gave it him. His eyes opened wide as he was forced to chug down the orange juice. While drinking he noticed that the beverage had weird taste to it. It still tastes like orange juice, but he taste something else mixed in. As he was swallowing, he heard Aivee's last speech and realized his mistake, and that the orange juice was spiked!

His drink finished, and his throat warm from the drink, he slightly chokes, cough and holding his throat. After his fit calms down he wipes mouth and places his hands on the counter trying to catch his breath. "You...put something...in that juice didn't you? Damn it woman you just forced me to break the straight-edge oath that...okay I never actually made an oath, BUT I STILL DON'T DRINK!" He says with anger in his voice.

Colin felt... strange. He took a deep breath, putting down his drink. Marama seemed to be content; and he wasn't sure what to do. He could see that she was basically waiting as well; so he looked deep within himself, wondering what he could do. Eventually, he found it. He wasn't sure what it was, but he supposed that he had to go through with it.He closed his eyes, holding back Marama's hair. He bent down, kissing her full on the lips. Time to see what this feeling was; It made him feel uncomfortable, his heart racing, his entire body tense as he tried what he was feeling he instinctively believed was right about this situation...


Alex laughed; the entire situation was hilarious. This Aivee girl's quite interesting, he decided, and I think Rook agrees with me. He downed another glass as Rook began conversing with Aivee on her shoulder, and nodded. He nearly swallowed his glass, gasping and laughing as Aivee turned around to plunge a drink down Eriko's throat. He poured her another glass, sliding it over to her as she looked back at him. His vision was getting a bit blurry and his voice a little bit slurred by this point. They had been at this for a while now.

"Wellsh, Msh. Aivee, You aresh shritenly right. Nextsh maybe wesh can show them howsh we do somesh LOUD, LOUD MUSICSHS."

It wasn't long before the effects of the spiked drink took it's course.He could feel his body loosen and the corners of his sight become blurred.Feeling the woman's weight increase a bit though showing no physical signs of getting bigger, just proved all the more regret he felt once setting her down and leaning on the counter next to him.Unable to trust his own balance,his mentor continued to sprout off about some particular topic with the mysterious lady he had in company.Rook was curious of course and still held onto his obnoxious smile to hide his sense of discomfort.Motioning over his free hand he tapped on Alex's shoulder to attract his attention."Hey,who's the babe you've been chuckling with?" He said in a low enough tone to pass off as a whisper.His cheeks were a little pink but he couldn't help being attracted to her.

"after two drinks I'm acting all funny, God i sure hope i don't loose it.I thought i could hold more than just a cup of juice and a bottle of whatever that was." His thoughts trailed off before noticing the same boy who claimed to be not the drinking type.Cough and and shouting at the girl with much aggression.Times like these, Rook would normally intervene, but since he never saw what would happened if things were to play out on their own he held his tongue for the time being.

Eriko, not being one able to hold his liquor, develops a red hue to his face. "Just great. I told you I don't like drinking and you sneak me alcohol anyway. Thanks a lot" he says he beings leaving the bar and goes over to the nearest couch to lay down. "I'll just sleep it off and hopefully be able to function properly when I awake." Eriko lies his head to the cushion and drifts to sleep...or tries rather. Loud music and other people prevent this goal for fruition. "Damn it..."