<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>NAME:</strong>Marco Benjamin Jr. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236743#msg13236743)<br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Party Casual (http://jawbreaker.nyc/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/michael-b-jordan-1015-gq-01-v2.jpg)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | 6/9<br/><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Caulton Residence - Backyard Pool<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Pre-Party Requisitions &gt; Arrival &gt; Planning<br/>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Paint It, Black (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O4irXQhgMqg)<br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open, Megan, Tommy, Damian, Gwynn, Roxy, Scott, Twins, Oliver </span><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.interviewmagazine.com/files/2013/07/15/img-michael-b-jordan_184836300571.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> "Firstly, fuck Benny. But that's a topic for another that; I'm trying to have fun right now."Looking back and forth between the blond and brunette after the Aaron had stepped away, he nodded and feigned tears while putting his hands over his heart. "-sniff- I know. They grow up <em>so</em> fast. One of these days; one day soon. I'm gonna get a call at 4am and Aaron's gonna be on the other end. And he's gonna say <em>"Marco. I did it man."</em> And it's gonna be some chick named Jewel. Or Destiny. Or Lexus. But dammit it's gonna happen....and I'm just gonna be so proud of the little guy." <br/><br/>In all honesty, Roxy and Gwynn were both right. Aaron was fine as he was; he just needed something that wasn't so far out of his comfort zone it turned his brain into mush. He'd find his footing, and soon too Marco thought. The self-defense training he had planned would definitely work wonders for his confidence. Gwynn asked him then if he was going to her party the next day. He raised an eyebrow at her in return. "Does the Pope shit in the woods?" The answer was of course yes, even if it wasn't; the whole joke hinged on it being a resounding yes. "Of course I'll come. I'll even bring some special stuff. Mom calls it "Hemolele ahi", he said with a quick switch to Hawaiian. "It basically translates into Holy Fire, and for good reason because that shit makes you see God."<br/><br/> Hawaiian Moonshine in the middle of nowhere USA; a wonderful thing indeed. "So I can bring a few bottles of that, and oooo, if we want I can get that huge family tent we use when we go camping and after the party dies down we can set it up, make it our own little kickback for the coooool kids." He was about to tell her of the "Haunted House" party when a pair of muscly arms wrapped around him and slapped him in an arm bar. It was in for a few seconds before he realized it was Tommy and he could break free without hurting him. A quick grunt and a flex of his muscles forced Tommy's arms apart, and Marco dropped the few inches off the ground he'd left with a laugh.<br/><br/> "One of these days you'll get me. But not todaaaay bro!" And just like that he slapped Tommy into a big bear hug for a few moments. While this was happening, Megan walked up and told Gwynn like she'd been asked herself. "Yeah there's that one for sure. And a couple other ones. I'll go through my messages and forward em' to you." Turning back to Tommy, he wiggled his hand about the clutch to indicate it was so-so. <br/><br/>" Don't thank me yet. Hank's awesome but I thought it'd be more live than this to be honest. And it's still cranky a  bit, yeah. But noooooo. My dad finds out anyone but me fixed that thing? He won't let me live it down. Like ever. I mean, he'll be on his death bed. And I'll be holding his hand. And he'll say, "Son, come close." And when I lean in, you know what he's gonna fucking do? He's gonna say some shit like, "You made it to the hospital in pretty good time. Guess you finally got Tommy to fix that clutch, huh?" And then he'll fucking die right after that. So thanks, but no thanks...I can't live with the shame," he said with a friendly laugh. A few buzzes in his pocket made him look down and check a message on his phone from Tommy. He hadn't even felt his phone vibrate earlier; <em>shit</em>. Looking at it, he shot a quick reply back. <br/><br/><sub>Yo brosef. At Hank's right now, but to be honest it's dead as fuck and a few of us are about to find greener pastures. </sub><br/><br/>He put his phone back in his pocket and looked up at Megan with a shrug. "Idunno. You say that, but those kids are pretty fun and at least at that party we can smoke and drink to our heart's content. I'll be damned if I stay here all night and drink Rumless and or Vodkaless Coke while there's a haunted house party with a cool ass band in an empty swimming pool. And <em>weed</em>," he emphasized far more heavily than he meant. Luckily he didn't emphasize that part about wanting to go to the party for another, very specific reason. Once Roxy cemented that she was going, Marco nodded his head as it kinda decided it for him too. <br/><br/>"It's settled then; I know where I'm headed next." Nodding and saying goodbye to his friends, he figured he'd shoot Aaron a text in a few minutes asking if he was headed anywhere else. With nothing left to do, he started walking off. And he'd made it <em>almost</em> past the corner of the house when he heard the commotion start. He turned around and headed back immediately when he heard the words "GAY LOVERS" spoken by Scott Hudgins. He already had a feeling he knew who he was targeting. Marco had always hated bullies with a passion. He was known around town for a situation similar to this where he really hurt someone. So he knew he had to keep control.<br/><br/> But no fucking way he was gonna sit back and let Scott have his fun. Especially if it was Aaron. No one fucked with Marco's friends. He kept his cool and casually walked through the people while Scott did indeed have his way with Aaron who didn't want any trouble. He just wanted to be left alone. Scott was a dick though and kept fucking with him until he tossed Aaron's hat, followed by Sparta kicking him into the pool when he tried to catch it. He almost saw red but knew he couldn't do something bad. So he got a quick idea; although Oliver beat him to it in a different way.  Walking right over to Scott and ignoring the twins, he slowed down to hear Oliver rip him a new asshole with his words and it seemed so much more brutal than what he'd planned...but he was still gonna go through with it anyway. <br/><br/>Not only because he wanted to, but because Scott was the type of guy who would stomp Oliver into the pavement for saying what he just did just because he knew he was bigger and stronger. Stopping behind Oliver, he tapped him on the shoulder with a smile. "Tag me in. You got Aaron's back; so do I." He winked at the boy, stepping past him before he looped his arm around Scott's neck in such a way that it looked like they were good friends. But in the darkness, people couldn't really see just how tight Marco's cannon was constricted around Scott's neck. Maybe Oliver and the twins could, but that was about it. And the way his arm was locked in, struggle only made him squeeze tighter, so Scott didn't have a choice in the matter.<br/><br/>"Heeeeey, Scott buddy. Why you gotta fuck with my friend Aaron like that? Because we both know Aaron is Einstein compared to your Ernest. You'd be lucky to get a job at his company. And Econ is one of the easiest courses out there; we all know you're just taking it because you graduation means you just passed your peak. Like Oliver said, life is lookin' kinda bleak for you after our high school glory days." He squeezed a bit harder when he asked, and looked at the twins daring them to try something. They knew that as scary as he was on the field, in a fight he was a demon and it wouldn't end well for them to cause trouble; so they stood there like good minions. "How 'bout this. Leave him alone for tonight. Oliver too. And anyone else you had eyes on. As a <em>favor</em> to me. And then we can call it even." Pausing, he leaned in closer so he could whisper.<br/><br/> "For me not breaking you in half in front of all these people for fuckin' with him; or anyone else. Get smart so we don't have this conversation again, hmm?" Throwing on a smile, he smacked Scott on the chest playfully, then let his neck go right before he crouched down, put a hand on Scott's belt, and on his chest, then heaved him and sent him flying so far he almost cleared the pool. "PAAAARTAY!!" he shouted at the same time, to put on a show for all the people and make it look like two teammates were just having more fun. The splash was huge, and while he was sure Aaron would definitely get hit with it, he was pretty certain he'd enjoy watching Scott get put in his place; even if it was for just the night. He eyed the twins for a moment, his expression turning deadly serious to see if they were as stupid as Scott. But they weren't. They just reached their hands out to help Scott, while Marco went over toward Aaron and extended his arm when his friend finally got toward the side of the pool. If he accepted his help, he'd pull him out of the pool and stand there with him. "This won't stop, Aaron. Even I can't stop Scott from bein' Scott. Trust me, man, the gym will help. Training will help; with more than just Scott. Stick with me and the next time Scott tries you, he'll just suddenly realize he's on the floor. And when he's lookin' up at you from down there. I guarantee you he'll never fuck with you again."<br/><br/><br/><br/></span><br/>