<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Javi's Post</div><div class="spoiler_body"><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Back To School Pahr-Tay</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/8a/1c/ee/8a1ceef20c04f136d0eee73cfd49bd0f.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name:</strong> Javier Echevarria<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong> Gold Student<br/><strong>Major:</strong> Medicine<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Straight<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Is Ezra's Challenge for the evening.<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date: </strong>09|28|16 7:00PM-???<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Stumbling into the fray<br/><strong>Coming From:</strong> Drink station then in the thick of it chasing after Ezra<br/><strong>Notes:</strong> <strong>Hover over Spanish words to understand what he's saying in English.</strong><br/><strong>Tag:</strong> Ezra, Carmen, and the rest of the party goers -  <em><strong></strong></em>open[/b][/i]</span><br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><br/> Javi's heavy lids fluttered open, his eyes wide as he cocked his brow at her response. <em>Papi.</em> Was she Latina or what? He gave her a good once over, the heavily intoxicated brain of his was trying to make the fog lift as he pondered that thought. Pulling her in close as her next rhetorical question made him smirk. Oh damn, she was.<br/><br/><strong>"<acronym title="Yes baby, the closer the better for both of us">Si mami, lo mas juntos lo mejor para los dos.</acronym>"</strong><br/><br/>Damn right he'd test her Spanish by throwing out the full-on Cuban charm. Javier was an expert at avoiding what American's called, <em>"Whiskey dick."</em> He had a semi forming in his jeans as he pressed her closer. <acronym title="My god">Dios mio</acronym> a woman of this caliber was bound to get him at attention. <br/><br/>The man with the pretty tiara glued to his espresso curls concentrated enough to move with her. He was doing everything he could to pull out all the stops as intoxicated as he was it was working. At least he thought it was, least he hadn't fallen over and taken her with him. A little more dancing and sweating it off and he would be releasing some of that alcohol from his system soon. <br/><br/>Lucky for Carmen he was drunk, had he seen what she was getting up to with the tree boy gringo he'd have smacked that stupid, <em><acronym title="face that looked like it was eating shit">cara de commeirda</acronym></em> look from his big ass <em><acronym title="Angelina Jolie">anghelena Hoolie</acronym></em> lips. <br/><br/>Also, luck was in the stars for his cousin because Ezra was distracting him. All eyes on her, even if he attempted not to get dizzy in the process with the movements around her from other dancers and the lights from Shane's djing and light show. <br/><br/>Oh shit son, she was moving in for the kill. Javier licked his lips but instead got slapped with a question that made him wonder if Carmen was up to the whole thing. Frowning at the girl. <br/><br/><strong>"What?!</strong>"<br/><br/>He leaned back slightly to look into her eyes to see if she was really serious about what she had asked. She finished it off with a nice little bow about not wanting to get into it with <em>"his man."</em> <acronym title="My fucking lord. This school was fucked!">Dios fucking Mio. De pinga this school!</acronym> <strong><acronym title="Bro, this shit would not happen in Cuba.">"Asere, esta meirda no pasa en Cuba."</acronym></strong><br/><br/><strong>"I'm NOT GAY."</strong><br/><br/>He frowned and to prove it, the man stopped his dancing because..... coordination. Brought one hand up to mold to the back of her neck, the other hand on her lower back slipped and..... whoops. There was the ass grab as he grunted pulling her in and laid one hell of a kiss on her full delicious lips. <br/><br/><strong>"Mmmm passionfruit. Does your pussy taste the same?"</strong> He wondered, no filter drunk Javi. <span class="bbc_u">SorryNotSorry Ezra.</span> Feel free to smack him. <br/></span></span><br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Duke's Post</div><div class="spoiler_body"><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Back To School Pahr-Tay</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/ahighschoolrockstar/images/0/0e/DeanGeyer.jpg/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/300?cb=20130412032128)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name: </strong> Jackson "Duke" Grey<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong> Outsider | Phi Theta Kappa<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Incestual?<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Irritable<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 09|02|16 7:00-???<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Up behind Ezra &amp; Tiara Tyke<br/><strong>Coming From:</strong> Greek Week<br/></span><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><br/><br/>His chiseled jaw tensed when he hit the Quad and sniffed the predictably soured mix of vodka and lowered inhibitions. Sexual tensions hung heavy in the air as he passed different couples twined in various stages of inebriation, his gray eyes roving over the crowd with intent. Ezra was here. She'd mentioned something to him in passing, aiming for casual. He knew to read between the lines, there. Not as if the unspoken tension between them was one sided, she just tended to give in far more frequently than he did. Unless you counted that night with the syrup... amongst other sweet, sticky treats. So, her brief text actually read more as an invitation, than direct coordinates to her no doubt wasted whereabouts. <br/><br/>Elbowing through the crowds more brusquely than the rest of the built, Greek letters roaming about, he had his sights set on one girl and one girl only. The girl, who at the moment, was wrapped up in a caramel embrace, a firm hand pawing at her backside. Jaw ticking in rhythmic pulses, it was fortunate he was close enough to catch that comment about Passionfruit, because you see, it had been an awfully long time since he'd dislocated a kneecap for fresh lip and an even fresher touch, where the step-sister was concerned. <br/><br/>Crossing to them with a heavy thud, he set a broad hand to Tiara Tyke's chest and gave a firm, warning shove to the sternum, aiming to separate them with force. Sure, he was effectively putting himself at risk for bodily harm given than Ez had always fallen under the assumption that she could take care of herself and was feistier than a rabid feline, but... at least he'd given her the benefit of the doubt and hadn't just hauled off and cold cocked the piece of handsy shit.<br/><br/><strong>"Talk to her like that again, I'll relocate that jaw. Got it?"</strong><br/><br/>It was a warning. He'd only get one.<br/><br/></span></span><br/></div></div><br/><br/><br/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier new;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Back To School Pahr-Tay</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/WHRT/Ezra/Ezra_zpsyfont9oi.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier new;"><strong>Name:</strong> Ezra Bardhi<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong> First Year | Bronze Student <br/><strong>Age:</strong> 18<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Whatever the fuck she feels like<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Pissed<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> September 28th | 7PM - Whenever<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Dancing somewhere in the middle of it all <br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Javier &amp; Jackson (Duke) </span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: palatino linotype;">She knew better. She really did. Asking drunk males questions that required more than a one word answer always led to trouble. Always! <br/><br/>She honestly hadn't been fishing for a particular answer. She might have been teasing him a little--it was so hard to tell with Ezra--and ok, so she might have been more than a little amused at his huffing and puffing after her question but damn! Tongue down her throat hadn't been what she was going for. Even if she did usually like the aggressive types. Had he played it a little better she might have let him use that admittedly wicked tongue to find out for himself what her pussy tasted like but she had some standards dammit!<br/><br/>The moment his hand had slipped down to grab her ass she'd objected but his lips had made the landing and the sinful taste of heat beneath the liquor and yearning for someone else had made her hesitate long enough for Javi to prove his point. As he pulled back to utter his crude ass question, Ezra pushed against his chest fully intending to slap the gods damned taste out of his mouth but while she was indeed plenty strong enough to get free on her own she found another hand had joined hers in pushing the cocky Cuban back. <br/><br/>Irritation flashed in her dark gaze and her lips parted to let loose a stream of scathing Arabic aimed at both males. Her temper might have been Latin but she didn't actually speak much Spanish despite understanding it perfectly well. <br/><br/>Pointing at Javi she half growled, "If that was supposed to convince me you're not gay, you failed. Maybe don't lead off with going straight for my ass. Just a thought." She gave him a clearly patronizing smile of pity that dropped away as suddenly as it had appeared. "Also, your sloppy ass technique needs work."<br/><br/>"And you!" She whirled on Duke and actually shoved him, though it was likely she that felt the force of it more than he did. "I didn't ask for your damn help. I can take care of my fucking self!" She yelled, suddenly even more angry with him now that it had actually hit that he was really here. Fuck. Taking in the familiar sight of those eyes, that jaw, those shoulders... Ezra felt her fist ball up and before she knew it she was swinging out to hit him. </span>