<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">The guy was a little quirky, but likeable. He didn't seem like he was too used to these types of parties, but he was still a good conversationalist. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">Scotty, can you get me some ice too</span>!" She called out as the player turned towards the fridge.</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><br/>
"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dff4d">You're like five feet away from the fridge</span>."</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><br/>
"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">Yeah, and who got all of your drinks and food, huh</span>?"</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><br/>
Scotty only rolled his eyes before doing what she wanted. Her focus was then shifted to Warren. So he actually weaseled his way into the party? That was pretty smart of him. And from the looks of it, he got along with the players pretty well. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">Really? That's impressive. That's a lot of tech to set up. How did you get so good at that kind of stuff</span>?" She asked as she looked around to the living room. Indeed, all the speakers and screens and game systems were hooked up perfectly. Now, she wasn't stupid when it came to tech, but she could only set up a basic amount of it. Aligning all these systems must've taken hours. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">I promise that I won't tell, only if you show me some of your tricks</span>." She said as she gave him a smirk.</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><br/>
Scotty returned, placing a few ice cubes in her cup before walking away to do whatever. He probably had his eye on a girl and saw an opening. It was that kind of party anyway. Not only were the guys looking forward tot hat kind of thing, but so were the girls; especially the ones who were desperate to snag a football player. Yezi picked up a cookie and bit into it before Warren turned to her and told her he would be back. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">Ah...okay</span>?" She muttered, her eyes furrowing in confusion. While she didn't care what he had to do, he did seem a little...of balance? Anxious, maybe. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc"><i>More like a little disturbed</i></span>. Before she could ask anything, she felt a heavy arm hang itself over her shoulder.</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><br/>
"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">Yeziiiiiiii! There ya are</span>!"</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><br/>
"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">Ugh, Dom, you wreak of alcohol! The party hasn't even been that long and you're already drunk</span>?"</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><br/>
"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">Drunken experiences are the best! And you get to tell people some pretty awesome stories</span>."</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><br/>
"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">Yeah, if you even remember the night. You're going to have a killer hangover tomorrow</span>."</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><br/>
"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">You'll nurse me back to health though, right</span>?" His arm slipped from over her shoulder down to her waist, holding her tightly. A little too tightly for comfort.</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><br/>
"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">Like hell I will. You brought this on yourself</span>." She muttered as she tried to pull his grip off. His arm didn't budge. Instead, his hand shifted before roughly gripping her rear and pulling her even closer. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">Dom, get a hold of yourself</span>."</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><br/>
"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">I'm very aware of what I'm doing</span>." He said, his head tilting down. His lips pressed against her necks, a shiver running down her spine as she felt his tongue slide across her skin.</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><br/>
"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">I swear, Dom, I'll drop kick your ass if you don't get off of me</span>." Yezi warned as she pressed her hands against his chest, pushing him back with all her strength. He was a surprisingly strong guy. Suddenly, her feet were swept off the ground, the male swinging her over his shoulders and causing her to drop her drink. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">Dominique</span>!" She yelled, her legs kicking and her hand roughly hitting his back as he began to walk up the stairs with her. Was this really happening? She always knew that he wanted to get into her pants, but she didn't think he would take it this far. His normal self probably wouldn't be this determined, but Dom was a horrible drunk.</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"></span>