<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247388.msg12246106#msg12246106">Quote from: Kokaine on 16-04-2016, 18:56:39</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><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> In search of a Challenge<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 | <strong>Open</strong></span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: palatino linotype;">"Mmhmm. Ok, <em>papi</em>." <br/><br/>Yeah, the pretty puppy had definitely had one too many. Actually... make that about five or six too many, if she was any judge. How he was on his feet, she didn't know, but she got the feeling that in addition to dancing with her he might well be using her to help keep him upright. She wasn't sure. What she was sure about was that <em>all</em> of her personal space had just evaporated. Like <em>Poof.</em> Leaving her in a damned hot ass cocoon of body heat dialed up to 11.<br/><br/>"Damn. Guess you like close then, huh?"<br/><br/>His hands on her back seemed hot enough to burn as they settled and rode just above the curve of her ass. Pulled closer, her body nestled into his, making full on contact in several interesting spots. It was possibly a step too much too soon given she'd just met the guy but what the hell? She'd let him have a small taste. She was nice like that. He likely wouldn't remember it come morning anyhow and Ezra wasn't worried about him getting too excited. Probably was gay as hell anyway given where they were. Still, she couldn't help but think that maybe a little dancing would help get her into the party mood so she could stop thinking about the big jerk she'd been forced to leave and just unwind. Lord knew she needed it. <br/><br/>Reaching up, Ezra looped a hand around Mr. Scruffy's neck and followed his openly dirty ass moves trying to catch his rhythm. It was there but she always found it just a little awkward trying to sync up between an intoxicated person and a sober one. Like somehow they just didn't hear the same thing--which was kinda crazy given the music was so loud she could feel the bass vibrating through her. "So uhh, your boyfriend isn't gonna be mad if they see you dancing with me right?" She asked, leaning toward his ear to speak over the music. They were sorta dancing like fucking might be on the menu, regardless of her actual intentions, but she wanted no mistakes. "I'm not in the mood for a bitch fight tonight."<br/></span></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><br/><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>