<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mica's post</div><div class="spoiler_body"><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="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/14600000/Complex-Photoshoot-lyndsy-fonseca-14622416-630-420.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier new;"><strong>Name:</strong> Micaela 'Mica' Albanese<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong> Gold Student<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 21 1/2<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Straight as an arrow.. now. <br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Grumbly<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> September 28th | 7PM - Whenever<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Sulking with a Red Solo Cup<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> <strong>Open - Royce</strong></span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: palatino linotype;"><br/><br/>It had been seven and a half months. One of their longest separations, to date. To be fair, though, Royce had brought this one entirely upon himself. It's not as if that Cheerleader just slipped and fell into his lap on top of his dick. She didn't have time for games. He knew that. And, even if she'd been entirely mistaken about what little Miss No Drawers had been up to with her arms wrapped around his thick neck and her raging libido whetting his appetite, she didn't exactly have the best hold on her temper. She saw pulsing red. His face saw the backside of that silver ring. End of story.<br/><br/>Having arrived late owing to a KO fight down in the seedy underbelly of the Miner's district.. what? It existed... She was still nursing a bandaged knick to her brow, thankful it had <em>finally</em>  stopped bleeding long enough to put on a simple black top and even simpler jeans. She was a no frill kind of girl, least of all in how she handled her business. And, right now? Royce was her business. The Beast was on the prowl, that roguish grin of his melting panties and trembling knees in a four foot radius all around him. <br/><br/>No. NO. They weren't an item anymore. He was free to appreciate whatever vapid airhead came tipsily tottering his way. Then again, she didn't really have a tight enough tether on her anger issues to keep from lashing out and 'accidentally' knocking whatever liquid luck the interested girl was hoping to imbibe, all over her top with a smack of her hand. The chick made a disgusted sound and leveled what she <em>thought</em>  was a formidable glare. All rectified quickly when Mica met her with those electric blue eyes, her jaw set in stone. There was no steadfast rule about hitting women when you had a vagina of your own. Scared? She should be. She'd knocked out men twice her size within the first few rounds of her more recent MMA tournies. A few tentative steps back, and she was gone.<br/><br/>Rounding on the gargantuan man, she let her vivid eyes slip to the bulge nestled between his pectorals, arms folded across her chest. She had an inkling of what it was, but jealous rage or not, she wasn't quite ready to admit defeat and come crawling back. It just wasn't in her nature. <br/><br/><strong>"Blue balls again, I'm afraid."<br/></strong></span></div></div><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="floatleft">(http://60.media.tumblr.com/42b0a5b900fc00dd8dcd896dcf66f354/tumblr_nu08fd8rBM1u5a1q6o1_500.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier new;"><strong>Name:</strong> <del>Loick</del> Royce O'Rourke<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong> Gold Student<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> "Reformed" (heteroflexible)<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Aiming for party-mode activation!<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> September 28th | 7PM - Whenever<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Headed to the bar<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mica | <strong>Open</strong></span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: palatino linotype;">Accidents did tend to happen at parties. Accidents of all sorts. Spilled drinks, busted lips, broken tables, girls slipping and falling on your dick... *cough* Ok, maybe not that last but hell, shit happened sometimes that could be taken all sorts of ways! The point was that had somebody bumped into the poor girl in front of him and caused her to spill her drink he'd have just shrugged it off as one of those unfortunate things and maybe tried to use it as an opening to get her out of her shirt or something. But this... this had been no accident.<br/><br/>"And here I didn't think you cared what color my balls were anymore." Royce commented casually as he frowned after the fleeing girl--yeah, she was running away, no two ways about it. Which effectively cooled whatever interest he'd been nursing. Royce liked his women with fire. Unfortunately.<br/><br/>Feeling his ex's gaze on him and the ring that suddenly weighed a ton around his neck, he rolled his massive shoulders and straightened his spine. It was almost as if he were attempting to steel himself against what was coming though he'd never say such a thing. After a moment he turned, downing the rest of his beer and stacking the cups together. The pair were tossed in the vicinity of a trash can but he didn't watch to see if they made it. No, instead his blue eyes had now shifted to fall upon the woman who <em>should</em> have been dragging him off somewhere to ride him into post fight exhaustion but who instead was wasting her time playing petty games. He'd have said that sort of shit wasn't her style but it was. When she got jealous she was no better than he was... which of course was part of the problem. Feeling ignored he'd gone for a little attention for some sweet little groupie some seven or so months ago and had ended up getting his ring tossed back in his face. He'd let her go, thinking he'd burn off her mad a little later but things hadn't worked out like that. <br/><br/>"I thought you didn't have time for games?" He asked, taking a step toward her. Looming. Anyone else he might have thought he could intimidate with sheer size but not Mica. He knew better on that front and so didn't even try. Though that didn't mean it wasn't clear he wasn't a fan of her little bullying display. Truth was, if he had seen it coming he'd have stopped her from bothering with that shit. <br/><br/>"Have you changed your mind, Meeks?" His deepening rumble didn't quite match the curl of his lips as inwardly he noted the cut above her eye and had to mentally drown out the caveman part of him making noises about people putting their hands on what was <em>his</em>. Still, for both their sakes he kept his hands to himself, crossing his arms over his chest to mirror her stance.</span>