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Post by Script on Oct 24, 2011 10:08:42 GMT -5
Maggie wasn't exactly sure how her suite-mates had talked her into going to this party. She had an exam next week she should totally be studying for. Or she could be washing her hair. Anything besides standing awkwardly in a corner with a red solo cup filled with God knows what in an over-packed room with a ton of people he didn't even know.
She smoothed a hand nervously over her shirt. Christie had all but forced her to borrow her blouse, which was a good two sizes too small over Maggie's chest. "You have amazing boobs!" she'd said. "Use them!"
Jesus Christ, what was she doing here??
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Post by Skittery on Oct 24, 2011 10:13:53 GMT -5
Michael had lost another round of beer pong. Yes, another. He was officially the worst player at the party, and was obviously now the most drunk. It didn't help that the beer was spiked with something just a tad stronger. He announced loudly to his friends that he was going to go take a leak then stumbled off toward where he thought the bathroom was.
On his way, he spotted a girl standing in a corner. Alone. A girl with a nice rack. Standing alone. Well, hot damn.
He sauntered up to her, only tripping over his own feet twice, a goofy grin plastered on his face. "Well, hey, beautiful," he slurred, leaning against the wall next to her.
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Post by Script on Oct 24, 2011 10:17:35 GMT -5
Seriously? This is the guy that finally hits on her? The completely drunk guy? Albeit the tall, dark and totally hot completely drunk guy. But still.
She arched a brow, wondering for a minute if it was possible to actually melt into the wall. "Um. Hi."
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Post by Skittery on Oct 24, 2011 10:19:38 GMT -5
Michael furrowed his brow and slapped a hand on the pocket of his jeans. He searched in there before moving onto the other pocket, then the back two. He made quite a show of it actually.
"Uh... I seem to have lost my phone number... Can I have yours?"
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Post by Script on Oct 24, 2011 10:24:16 GMT -5
She stared at him a solid ten seconds, then blinked. "Seriously? You're, like, the worst flirter ever." She nearly scoffed, and downed whatever was in her cup to make herself feel better. She was pretty sure it was rum and coke. Maybe.
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Post by Skittery on Oct 24, 2011 10:27:24 GMT -5
Michael's face fell as her words registered - it took a couple seconds, you know.
"Wait, what? I...I was just tryin'a be cute and funny... It-- it didn't work?" He moved to scratch his head, but he lifted the arm that was leaning against the wall, the arm that was supporting his weight. He slipped and fell against the wall, conking his head with a loud 'thump.'
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Post by Script on Oct 24, 2011 10:31:56 GMT -5
"Oh, Jesus!" Maggie tossed her empty cup onto a chair beside them and caught him by the shoulders immediately. "Are you okay??" Her natural instinct was to go into Care Taker mode, so she did. She was way better at that than partying. "Lemme see...ugh, it's too dark in here! Come on, let's go to the bathroom." She slid her arm around his waist to keep him steady as she led him to the bathroom. She closed the door, locked it so some drunk idiot wouldn't come barging in, closed the toilet and sat him on the seat.
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Post by Skittery on Oct 24, 2011 10:42:53 GMT -5
"Owwwww," he moaned (a bit over-dramatically), holding his head in his hand. He pulled it away and paled. "Shit, there's blood!" There wasn't that much, but still. Michael couldn't stand the sight of blood, especially his own.
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Post by Script on Oct 24, 2011 10:46:18 GMT -5
She smirked, tsking. "Oh, stop, it's just a scratch." She found a clean washcloth, turning the faucet to warm and wetting the tip of it before putting it to his cut, dabbing gently as she held his chin in her other hand.
She stood right in front of him, close, only partially realizing his face was level with her cleavage.
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Post by Skittery on Oct 24, 2011 10:47:45 GMT -5
There was just no stopping a smirk coming across Michael's lips. He should hit his head against a wall more often if this was the outcome.
"Wha's yer name?"
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Post by Script on Oct 24, 2011 10:49:48 GMT -5
"Maggie Martin." She glanced at him, then moved away to search the medicine cabinet for a band-aid. When she'd found one, she returned to her spot in front of him.
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Post by Skittery on Oct 24, 2011 10:55:12 GMT -5
"Maggie Martin, that's nice. That's really nice. Love a good alliteration." Obviously he mispronounced 'alliteration,' but to him it sounded right.
"Bennett. Michael Bennett."
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Post by Script on Oct 24, 2011 10:57:42 GMT -5
She smirked at him, putting the small band-aid over his equally small cut. "I know who you are. We have Western Civ together."
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Post by Skittery on Oct 24, 2011 11:04:58 GMT -5
"We do? Are you sure?" he asked her, pulling a face (to match the one in his avatar). "I think I would've noticed a beautiful girl like you."
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Post by Script on Oct 24, 2011 11:07:47 GMT -5
She smirked at him. "Well, considering you spend most of class hungover over in the back corner napping, I'm not really surprised." She paused a second, biting her lip. "But I appreciate you calling me beautiful. Thanks." She smiled a little.
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