Down the Hatch Kimmie! {C}

[Noel]

"My name? Kimb- you know what just call me Kim," the red head replied with a weird hand gesture that wasn't quite needed. She didn't feel like explaining her exotic name or how to pronounce it. She would just go by Kim tonight. Kim, her wild party girl alter ego that didn't give a shit. She raised her hands above her head as she spun around, tripping over her own feet a little. She looked at him with a sly expression. He was a player. Even a drunk Kimber could tell this guys obvious game. His self confidence was practically dripping into a puddle underneath him. She didn't care though it wasn't as if she'd be going home with him. So she shrugged coyly at his question of her major. She knew he didn't care anyway. Besides he said he was going to get her a keg to stand on. That was her new goal and once she had goals she didn't stop until she made them happen.


"Signal stay awake sleepy," Liza giggled before hiccuping. She looped her arms around her boyfriend half to keep him up and half because she was becoming a bit chilly. She wasn't as drunk as the rest but her fingers were tingling pleasantly. She let her head fall back and eyes close as she felt the night air sweep past them. She was in a tipsy peace until she heard Kimbers cry for joy as a random bro lead her to a keg. She focused her blurry eyes on the mass of red hair before registering what was going on.

Eyes widening she exclaimed," OH no way! Signal give me your phone; Blake is going to love this!"

She didn't wait for her boyfriend to respond, instead digging into his pocket herself and not so accidentally pushing herself up against him. She smiled a little impishly before activating the camera. Her body swayed as she tried to get a picture as the boys lifted her best friend upside down as she drank from the keg. After feeling confident she got a semi non blurry one she sent it to Blake before she buried her head into Signal's chest. Laughing hysterically.

[Admin Signal]

Blake was sitting with a group of guys out at the courtyard in Stonebrook. He'd been planning this get together for a few weeks now, a group of musicians wanting to get together to jam a little, maybe write some. The playing had just about finished and now they were all just sitting back and shooting the shit while one of the guys was strumming his guitar. Seriously, it was a very chill night for Blake considering. A small vibration came from his pocket in the middle of some story about how much better Metal was than Alternative, so he used it as an excuse to check out of the conversation.

The look of surprise on his face was enough to get the other guys to notice. You get a pic man?" One of them chided at him, almost seeming to dare to look himself.

"Nah actually... More shocking than that." Though he wouldn't have minded that idea... Blake had simple needs in life really.

Instead of continuing that mindset, he figured the only thing he could do was wait until there was a good enough reason to take his leave. 2 hours of hangout time was kinda weak, but it was better than if it'd been one or something. He jittered his leg a bit and took a breath before giving some lame excuse and running out toward the garage area to get his bike. He couldn't miss this.

A short ride later, he was pulling up to the party and could see Sig and Liza cuddled up on some bench and his girlfriend still tapping a keg... Up to now he had half expected the photo he'd been sent to have been photoshopped. He couldn't pass up this opportunity. He flipped the visor down on his new helmet and slunk his way through the crowd, cheering every now and again, finally reaching the red head just in time to hear some brosef saying something about how he'd love to see her do that move in the bedroom.

Huh... Lets see how she handles herself to a real ass...

"Ay girl, the carpet match the drapes? Cuz I'd love to get an estimate of movin in."

The plan was simple... See how much abuse a drunk Kimber could get before revealing his identity. Should be fun.

[Noel]

By the time Kimber came down her face was almost the same color as her hair. She laughed almost as loud as Liza has when she'd been watching. Moving her hair from her face she threw her hands over her head and did a small victory dance. If she felt light headed before her head might as well have been off her shoulders now. Her whole face was numb but she didn't know if it was from being upside down, being drunk, or being slightly cold. But she didn't feel cold. She felt great. Her eyes lazily drifted from one fuzzy face to the other vaguely remembering she came here with friends and didn't see them. They finally caught Liza and Signal. She smiled widely and started to head toward them when she was detoured.

"Sorry, I don't think you could afford the rent sadly," Kimber retorted with a slur and a smirk. She was drunk but not THAT drunk. Something made her stop before getting that drunk ever again. The regret of having sex with someone and not remembering it did that to a girl. She patted the guys arm and leaned on it a little as she tried to change her sloppy footing. She looked at him and started laughing at the ridiculousness. Because really the line was sleazy and she thought her boyfriend would have actually gotten a kick out of it. Her stomach was starting to feel the ghost finger tips of nausea. She pushed it down. She was having too much fun.

[Admin Signal]

"Ayo Bro, can't you tell the lady don't need that kind of talk?" Brosef over there was going to try and be big for Kim... great. Blake turned toward the guy, shrugging his shoulders, "Guess she's not having that much fun." The girl had started her way toward her friends, their friends actually, but that was not the part he was playing here.

"You sure you don't need someone to help you home?" The jock had started to say, Blake crossing his arms to see how this would go.

"I bet I could carry you the whole way."

"What... a... shithead," Blake's breath betrayed him, the words having more form than his original plan had been. Oops.

"What did you say helmet boy?" Blake straightened himself, cracking his neck while tilting his head. He'd be ready to outrun this prick if it came to that. Or you know... take the hit. Breaking a few knuckles with his chin never let him down before.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaay... Whatchu doin here?" Signal had come over, and was leaning on a table. He was staring at Blake.

"I don't know you kid."
"Sure... You got the thing..."
"What?"
"The thingy thing..." And like that, Signal laid down on the table and passed out entirely...

"Dammit... he looks heavy..."

His attention returned to the redhead. "So as we were saying... Your place or mine?"

Brosef wasn't having that.

"Hey babe," he said, "Do I need to straighten this guy out for you?"

[Noel]

Kimber felt a little flattered as she watched the scene in front of her. She never really had guys fighting over her before. Her eyes shifted comically between the helmeted figure and the jock, clutching a beer she had somehow picked up. Maybe it had been handed to her? She didn't exactly remember. When Signal came over her lips began to twitch and when he passed out on the table they spread into a full on grin. Her insides tickled even more when Liza came teetering over to shake her boyfriend and say," Signal WAKE UP you can-cannot take a nappy here. You are soooo lame righ' now." 

The redhead lost it completely when the second attempt to pick her up was made. She laughed her loud throaty laugh and tilted her head back. She found the whole thing ridiculously hilarious. Her friend trying to wake her drunk boyfriend, two random guys fighting over her, and her drunk out of her mind laughing at them all. She tried to catch her breath and her sides began to hurt as she bent over a little. Once she regained her composure she patted the neanderthal who thought he was being a gentleman on the shoulder. She shook her head while still giggling," No thank you hercules I think I can tell someone to fuck off if I need to. Thank you for your obvious concern." She smiled cheekily before looking at, unbeknownst to her, Blake. Shaking her finger at the boy she added," As for you I think you and your hand should get acquainted for the night. My boyfriend wouldn't appreciate the company."

"Oh my god there you are," A sudden blonde haired girl appeared grabbing Kimber's hand. 
"Here I am! Who are you?"
"Laura, remember? We met like twenty minutes ago and I said we should go swimming?"
"OH! Right!"
"Well I got a few other girls come on lets go!"

Laura threw her hands up and squealed which caused Kimber to do the same for no reason. They then linked hands and before disappearing to the lakes edge she looked over her shoulder," Have a good night fellas!" 

Liza looked up in time to hear the girls' conversation and now felt very torn. She was drunk and had to decide if she was going to try to keep waking Signal up or save her best friend from stripping. Looking between her boyfriend and the crowd she let out a groan before abandoning him. Running after the red head she caught up just as the other was pulling her sweater over her head, revealing the black laced bra underneath. Kimber wobbled a little as she chatted with the other girls, her face flushed and eye lids hooded. Liza was suddenly in front of her holding out her arms as if to shield her from all the eyes already staring. Tilting her head as she began to unbutton her jeans she asked," What are you doing?"
"Stopping you!"
"You're holding your arms out like a kook."
"YOURE The kooky one! You can' swim you are DRUNK."
"Well duh. When else would I ever do this?"
"You will regret it, it is cold, and STOP TAKING OFF YOUR PANTS."

The petite girl grabbed her friends jeans keeping them up while Kimber started to laugh again. She felt so light and airy. Surely Liza understood why she HAD to go swimming. The pair looked a little crazy and Liza was beginning to sober a little. She suddenly wished Signal was conscious or someone was sober enough to drag the redhead away from the chaos. 

[Admin Signal]

He had to give the girl credit where it was due. That was a zinger of a shutdown. He lifted his hand, waving at her a bit as she walked away, letting her have her victory.

Neanderthall seemed a bit put off by the boyfriend thing, but hey, it's a speed bump not a stop sign. So naturally, he followed after her when she headed off.

Blake watched the girl heading over to the lake, crossing his arms and smiling ear to ear. Reaching into this jacket pocket, he pulled out a phone, snapping a quick picture when her back was turned. That'll be something she'll wanna see during her hangover, he snickered at his own evilness.

His helmeted eyes found Signal on the bench and figured he'd have to teach a little party 101 to the poor boy. With a few steps, he produced a sharpie from his bag behind his back, setting it down and squatting by the sleeping boy. With some very careful deliberation, he drew a very large, and veiny member onto Signals very out of it face.

With that picture taken, he jogged over toward Liza and the other girl, slinking over to the girl. "If you can't beat her, join her?" He chuckled to himself, looking at the girl.

"That's a nice bra babe, you don't wanna mess it up." He pointed to the other girls, one of which was now rightly topless. "You see?"

[Noel]

Liza did not appreciate the boy's remarks. She gave the helmeted figure with disdain but Kimber had frozen at a particular word. She looked over at the young man and smiled widely," Babe? No one calls me babe except for one person!" She reached out, bumping her hand into the side of his helmet before pushing the visor up. Laughter bubbled over her lips once more as she gasped," Liza it's Blake! Look! And he obviously said I can do this so let...go...of...my..pants." She tried to shove the girl who was now hugging her into submission away. 

"NEVER. Just because your sleazy boyfriend wants you to make a fool of yourself doesn't mean I do!"
"You're actually being NO fun. I thought you wanted me to loosen up!"
"Loosen up not loosen your clothes!"
"Oh my goodness, the world is spinning. Am I going to remember this?"
"Maybe not but I will and- KIMBER RAMSDEN DO NOT TAKE OFF YOUR BRA."

The redhead pouted as she dropped her hands from her clasp. She was feeling more dizzy than ever before and turning her head made it worse as she watched all the girls run into the water without her. She stood there watching with a forlorn expression as her best friend rebuttoned her jeans and started pulling her sweater over her head. Once satisfied she was at least half decent she looked at the now de-masked Blake," Now you better be a good guy and watch over your obviously insane girlfriend. Im going to get Signal and we're all leaving. DONT let her drink anymore." She then took off to find her boyfriend, her faint scream coming a few moments later as she laid eyes on Blake's artwork.

Kimber crossed her arms and said," She isn't..is not the boss of me! We can drink how ever much we like. Right?" She looked over at her boyfriend before waltzing away to the sticky table she'd gotten her first drink at much earlier in the night. She blindly grabbed at the bottles pouring what she thought might be vodka into two cups and adding whatever generic soda was left. She looked proud of herself as she turned, feeling the whole world shift with her as she went to deliver the other to Blake.

[Signal - Proboards is stupid]

Blake hadn't been paying much attention, looking over their shoulders at the girls hopping into the water. This place was great! Suddenly though, the world got a bit brighter and air slammed into his eyes. He'd been made.



He couldn't help it, he burst out laughing, taking off the helmet and hooking it on the bag. He was still laughing pretty hard as Liza ran off.



"So having a good night are we?" He had to stifle more laughter at Liza's shriek in the distance. "best... night.... ever."



His attention returned to Kimber, who looked a bit green. "Uh... Ever heard the term one too many? I think you're about to hit it kiddo." He leaned against the table beside her and tapped her on the chin to get her to look at him.



"Do me a quick favor before you drink that little lightweight. Tilt your head like this." He tilted his head at a fairly sharp angle, "And take this drink from my hand. If you can do it, you can drink it."



In a way, he was really... REALLY enjoying himself. Little miss priss was in need of inebriation training. And nothing was a better teacher than the morning after. Which level of punishment she was gonna have was up to her.



"If you can't, drink a bottle of water. It's a little game."



He grabbed her drink and set it on his hand, palm up, and took a few steps back. Still admiring her small state of undress... He'd really managed to get a hot one, didn't he?

[Noel]

Kimber looked at him clearly offended when he called her a lightweight. Shaking her finger at him she said," You haven't been here alll night. I did a keg stand, I drank a lot of drinks and shots. Im not even that drunk. I was wayyyyy drunker than this before." She waved her hands as if that proved she was more sober than she had been her sophomore year of high school. Which was true, she was sure she'd remember most of this tomorrow. That night she didn't remember anything past her second shot. Her touch brought her back from her thoughts and she sighed looking at him with glossy eyes. Her hair was falling around her shoulders, some of it drifting into her face. Rolling her eyes she tilted her head to mimic his. She swore she heard a sloshing sound in her brain as she did it, feeling like she was on a boat.

But then she smiled impishly and instead of reaching out the cup began to float wobbly from his hand. It was only for a moment before her drunk mind lost concentration. She caught it sloppily before it fell past the point of no return, licking some of the spillage from the edge of her hand and smiling triumphantly. Taking a proper drink Kimber bragged," See? I am fiiine. YOU are the lame one tonight!" She raised her arms above her head as if she was posing with a trophy. She finally put them down and back into the arm holes of her sweater, which had been hanging around her neck and not full on. She picked up her drink once more and put her other hand on her hip," Now where is Liza?"

"I AM OVER HERE AND I AM VERY ANGRY," Liza screamed as she dipped a soggy napkin into a red solo cup of water. She dabbed the napkin on Signal's cheek, trying to remove the offensive drawing from it. Kimber leaned in watching biting her lip to keep from laughing. But Liza noticed anyway and shoved her best friend," It isn't funny! He's going to be so-so upset when he wakes up!" 

Kimber looked over her shoulder at her own boyfriend still smiling, her last drink still hanging from her finger tips. Maybe she should have stopped before but now she was too far gone.