<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 &gt; Ole Dusty Trail<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;"><br/><br/>As soon as Scott went sailing, Marco put his hand out over his eyes like a pro-golfer watching a long drive. And how sweet it was when he shouted face first into the pool. Standing to his full six foot four inches, he turned to look at the twins just in time for Damian to push them in as well. "Damiaaaaan!! Hahahahaha! You know good and well the answer to that question is no," he said with a huge grin on his face right before the bro hug. Aaron thankfully hadn't drowned; it just seemed like he took a bit to come up on purpose.<br/><br/> So when he did break the water, Marco hauled him right out. He looked around for his hat when he asked, and saw it lazily drifting in the pool. "Back in the drink, man." Thankfully it wasn't so far that Aaron would have to get back in the water. He could just reach out a bit and snatch it. But since he'd taken his eyes off of the hat to look at Aaron to make sure he saw where he was pointing, Marco took his eyes off the snakes in the water. Both twins surfaced in unison, snapping onto Aaron and him each and pulling them into the pool. <br/><br/>The only thing going through Marco's head as the aquamarine came rushing at him was what he had in his pockets. Wallet was locked in the glove compartment. His keys would be fine, and his phone was waterproof(mandatory when your mother is a surf legend). He was content as he smashed into the water. But when he went under, he got pissed. Sure his clothes were made for the pool, but he wanted to choose when to get wet. And now that these guys were actually fighting back, it got him even more fired up. Flipping under the water, Marco bent his knees and planted his feet flat on the pool floor. Then he stood up and noticed the water was about at his waist. <br/><br/>While Aaron swam away and Hank tried to play peacekeeper, Marco bent his knees again and just jumped. Fighting tooth and nail against gravity, he erupted from the water and landed on his feet on the pool edge. "What was that, Scott? Couldn't hear you over the sound of my Thursday workout." He then eyed Ian with a death stare, just <em>begging</em> him to lay a finger on Oliver and seal his fate.  The sheer animosity coming from Marco fizzled to nothing when Aaron straight up asked Scott if he got shit-dick with Gretchen because he didn't follow Anal 101. While the others started to murmer after Gretchen tore into the dumbass masquerading as a person, Marco almost folded in half before his hands on his knees stopped him. His whooping laughter echoed through the backyard at the sheer hilarity of it all. <br/><br/>"Ahahaha, the asshole put it in her asshole! And what did he get for it? <em>Shit</em>!" Ahahahah!" Even though they still had pool water and chlorine in them, Marco's eyes watered with tears at the situation and was having trouble breathing he was laughing so damn hard. Finally though, he forced himself up and looked around to notice that people were starting to file out after Hank's mom showed who wore the pants at this party. He knew when it was time to take his leave, and most of his friends were leaving anyway. Besides, Aaron and Oliver had gotten away clean. Scott and his lackeys didn't have a reason to stay rowdy now that all they had were Marco, Tommy, and Damian to fuck with. Because that was a death sentence, the smart thing even for idiots like them would be letting the sleeping dogs lie.<br/><br/> He was still chuckling when he got to his car and popped the trunk. Opening an empty duffel bag, he tossed his vest and wet shorts in there. Then he used his towel to dry his compression shorts off to where the drive to the next party would get him 100% before tossing the cloth back in the trunk. He put on his spare outfit(same one), slammed the trunk. Hopping into his car, he pulled a blunt out of his container and lit it, taking a huge puff and coughing for a few seconds after. Putting her in gear, he drove out onto the street, only to pull up and stop in front of Oliver and Aaron. "Guys, I'd suggest you hurry up and hit the ole' dusty trail. Scott and the Tweedles might be after you still and the sooner you're in the car and on the road, the better. I'm headed to Old Lady Margaery's to see if I can catch the rest of Pearl Lipstick's set. Benny's probably over there if you wanna go, Aaron." After that, he said goodbye to both of them, and stuck around long enough to make sure Scott didn't try anything else. Then he turned his speakers up loud and took off. He had to hear a lady sing.<br/><br/></span><br/>