forum Modern/Urban Fantasy Highschool RP. (Closed!!!)

Started May 16, 2018 by shurikenwolfbadass_13

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"Yeah," Cicada said, "A lot better than my crummy apartment."

He poured there or so shots.
"Want any?" He asked.

Cicada looked at the drinks and then him. She grinned, "Sure."

He offered her one, and drank the second one. Cool tequila poured down his throat, pleasantly.

Cicada drank the tequila shot. She smiled at the way it burned as it went down, well everything burned as it went down. But this was a good burning sensation.

After getting changed, Cressida walked to Raziel's house and knocked on the door.

"Come on in, Cressida!" The angel howled towards her. He was saving the third shot for Ryan, who was unexpectedly fashionably late apparently. He drank it.

Cressida walked into the room awkwardly. She didn't usually go to parties.

She gave a small wave to the other people standing there.

Raziel waved back, smiling. He walked down the hall, fixing the collar on his shirt. He liked these clothes. They clung loosely to his long, strong, whipcordy limbs. He hit his vape, which tasted like cotton candy.

Benji walked into the room, swinging his baseball bat. Softly. He'd changed his bracelet from black to red earlier and had been annoyed with how much he was swapping today. Argh, why can't my gender clock just stay on one number for once?

Cressida stood awkwardly in the corner, phone in hand.

Ryan knocks before entering, waving a bit. His staff was in his hand, "Sorry I'm late, ran into a little trouble." he smiles before his staff shrinks into a pen and he shoves it in his pocket.

"It was those punks from Mayweather Road, right!" The angel asked . "I had to deal with them earlier today too."

"No kidding." He smiles at the angel, his blue eyes cheerful. "Handled them wwith ease though." He chuckles, his hand going to his pendant as he hums.

Raziel hits his vape again, extending his wings after, to fan the haze away, and then retracting them. He walked out, behind Ryan, and poured a few shots of Malibu rum.

Ryan watches, smiling a small bit as he walks beside the other, "So, this is what a party is like, huh?" he asks curiously. He had never seen, nor tasted alcohol.

"Yeah." The fallen one said, offering him some. "Malibu in my experience is incredibly easy to drink. It goes down easy, but it'll get you as wasted as Bacardi or Smirnoff will. So go eady." He offered.
(I like how these two are complete opposites.)

Cicada looked at Razziel, "Got anything stronger?"

(No kidding)

Ryan takes the drink and takes a small sip. He smacks his lips, "It's got an interesting taste. I like it." he says, taking another swig.

The fallen one looks at Cicada, he reveals what looks like a stand for some decorations. It's tall, thick, square-ish, and made of intricately carved wood. He pulls a remote out of his pocket, and clicks it at the box. With a loud noise, it opened up, revealing various bottles. Jack Daniels, Tanqueray, Tequila Silver, Smirnoff, Grey Goose and a few other choice bottles.
"Anything but the four bottles in the back left corner, m'kay!"
He grabbed the tequila and poured himself a glass. Swilling it down.

Ryan looks at the bottles, humming in thought as he finishes his drink. "Have any vodka?" He asks curiously. He had found his fathers storage, but his father told him not to drink it. That was at the tender age of nine though.