<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>NAME:</strong> Marco Benjamin Jr. <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> All Around The World (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z9doCz9P6Pw)<br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open, Aaron</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;"> Tonight was the first of many parties, ragers, rave's, bashes, and whatever else you wanted to call the nearly infinite celebrations that would go on between all the graduating students right up until the very tail end of Summer. His body was ready. <br/><br/>He'd gotten invitations to several parties tonight, and the first would be Hank's. Before he went anywhere though, Marco took a shower, put on some smell good, his best clothes and kissed his mother goodnight before slamming his dad on the couch(they liked to roughhouse alot) "Alright, y'all. I'll be back...later; yeah, that's a good way to put it. I'll try not to wake you guys up when I get home." One more wave and he was out the door and hopping with practiced ease into the drivers' seat of his Pony. Key in the ignition and she roared turning on, then purred with content while he sat there. <br/><br/>"Damn. I love this fucking car," he said to himself with a big smile before putting her in gear and screaming down their driveway. The tires screeched when he turned onto the main street, and he turned his music up loud to blare it while he drove. His first stop of the night was Leonard Williamson. He was a College Grad with a dual degree in botany and business. No surprise what he did with his free time after school. The guy lived in the Acres, and he basically sold high quality weed, but only large amounts, like at least an ounce or two. Well tonight his services were needed, and Marco called him on the way to his house. "Yeah, of course I got the money, and I got the bag. Yeah no problems, be there in fifteen, bro." <br/><br/>-Fifteen Minutes Later-<br/><br/>"Alright, thanks, my guy. I'll hit you up later if I need more; which tonight...I might. Hahaha. Alright man, don't spend that all in one place." Marco slapped his hand into Leonard's and shook it, then slung the heavier now that it was full bag over his shoulder. Once back at the car, he put the bag in the trunk under his pads and gym clothes, then he took off back toward Hank's. His smile died a bit when he saw Mr. and Mrs. Coulton's cars, meaning they were home, meaning this party was going to be PG as fuck. <br/><br/>Well, the first party of the night was never the best, but he'd have some fun regardless. After parking, he scooted around back just in time to see the tail end of Aaron going against Gretchen and her piece of arm candy. He sighed, shaking his head and walking right over as those two left. "Fuck her, man. She's a bitch and nobody likes her. Vince is probably gonna tell us <em>eeeeevery</em> little detail about tonight after those two are done. She's not even worth your time," he said before clapping a hand on Aaron's shoulder. "Soooo, this thing about as live as it's gonna get? Or do we expect the Coulton's to be leaving anytime soon?"</span>