» IT'S BEEN A REALLY REALLY MESSED UP WEEK //

[SAMSON LANCE HONEYCUTT]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300] OPEN | LALALALALALALALALA Sam hated parties.  The only reason he had gone to this one was because Avia had said something about telling her sister she'd bring college guys, and Sam figured he should just feel honored she even considered him a guy, sadly enough, it was probably just a charity case invitation, but you know, he didn’t think it would be altogether polite to just turn her down, (because obviously, Sam really cared if he was polite to Avia of all people by now) and it’d been a long time since he’d actually attended a party, maybe he’d change his mind about it or something. Which also turned out completely untrue. Not that he was having the absolute worst time he had ever had at a party, but, it wasn’t anything he’d ever experienced, either, being appropriately accustomed to sort of staying in the back with his hands in his pockets, simply observing his surroundings, not really doing anything. Every once in a while someone would come up and start up a conversation, but with Sam’s horribly nonexistent, er, less than adequate conversational skills, that didn't last long either. He’d sneak a glance over at Avia every once in a while, staying off her radar so she wouldn’t just sigh and roll her eyes at him and either give up on integrating him socially or ask why he even came. He would have liked to prove her wrong, to be the life of the party and show her he could be just as well respected as she, but sadly, it was not something that came very easily at all. Standing in the background, quietly observing the social activities that took place, was what he was born to do, it would seem, as unfortunate as that was for him. He was scooting farther away from Avia now, backwards, still wondering himself why he had decided it would be a good idea to go through with this when all he was good at at parties was wasting space and snacks. Because the snack table was a recurring place for Sam to find himself, somewhere he could actually enjoy himself.  Obviously, he wasn't quite watching where he was going, and when he saw a blonde head turn (though he wasn't sure if it was Avia’s or not, he wasn’t completely stalking her, just trying to stay out of her line of fire while at the party she had actually invited him to) and he ducked, turning around all too quickly and running into someone else. “Oh!” He yelped quickly, jumping back. “Ah, geez, I am so sorry! I- I wasn't paying attention to where I was going-” he grimaced. “No harm done, I hope?” Hopefully asked as he looked slowly up from his shoes to the face of the person he’d so rudely - though obviously quite accidentally - barged into.

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This was probably the last place she’d expected to be tonight.

Not that Presley hadn’t been to plenty of parties in her time. College had been an endless chain of them., and high school hadnt been much different. She loved parties. They combined three of her favorite things, loud music, dancing and people being ridiculous. However since she had at least ten years on probably seventy or eighty percent of the people at this particular party, she was feeling slightly age inappropriate. Though, as far as anyone knew, she wasn’t Presley the twenty seven year old kindergarten teacher, she was Aria the twenty one year old dance major. That ‘aria’ already had a detailed history including two sisters, a vegan animal rights activist mother and pet sheep named Moses was not only a testament to her overactive imagination, but how much fun she was having immersing herself into this new persona. Not too much though, to distract her from the whole reason she was here. Her roommates were notorious party crashers, and they had heard about tonight through some of the college guys that had been invited. Why they had decided it would be fun to crash a high school party was beyond her, most, if not all of the girls there would be jailbait, but she had tagged along anyway. Just to make sure they didn’t get into too much mischief. Her? Being the sensible one? It almost made her laugh. But someone had to protect their innocence right? Though, by the looks of some of these girls it was probably already too late.

Tugging down the hem of her dress, which after the third or forth ass grab she’d realized probably a little to short, she moved towards the other side of the room. Her gaze trained on one of the college guys who’d just handed a cup to an already quite drunk girl. But it wasn’t the alcohol she was worried about, there was something about his expression when he held it out to her… she couldn’t help but shake the feeling that he’d slipped something in it, she couldn’t be sure, but she wasn’t going to take the chance. Once she was close enough, she pretended to trip into the girl and knock the cup from her hand, “ oopss..” she said, giving them her best drunken giggle as she straightened, “ lets go get you another..” she added, grabbing the girls arm before she could protest and pulling her into the crowd. Leading her across to the lounge and allowing her to sit she grabbed a bowl of chips and set it on her lap, smiling encouragingly at the bewildered expression, “you said you were hungry… ” she said, sitting down beside her and popping one of the chips in her mouth. To which the girl shrugged and started eating, obviously too far gone to realize what was happening. It wasn’t long after that that her friends appeared, and she was relieved to find they’d come to find her because they were planning to leave. Watching them leave, she turned around, her gaze landing on the boy from before, her expression smug. However she didnt get much time to gloat because it was around this time that she was very nearly knocked onto her ass. Stumbling a little in her heels she straightened and turned to get a better look at who had run into her, a grin pulling across her lips. She’d noticed this guy a few times in the course of the evening, hovering mostly, looking a little uncomfortable, something that was certainly not going to improve on meeting her, “ just emotional… no big” she joked, putting a hand over her heart, “im kidding. Let me guess, too busy staring at the girl you like, right? ” she asked, glancing him up and down before raising a brow, adding, “such a shame..”

roleplaying with, samson / hannah
listening to, how to love, demi l.
rocking these threads, clickk
dear hannah, i know i should be working on a post for our other thread, but i couldnt resisssssst.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300] AFFY AS PRESLEY | LOL I DON'T MIND, I LOVE PRESLEY XD Who Samson had run into did not appear to be in high school, though he could always be way off, but she wasn't upset, either, she was grinning at him. He was relieved that she wasn't angry, but still he couldn't quite understand why she would smile after he nearly bowled her completely over. She seemed to be joking about it, but he wasn't entirely all too positive, he narrowed his eyes slightly in confusion at her words, but she seemed to be far from serious, so he let it go, relaxing a little and even offering a tiny smile at her. “Oh.. okay.. if you're sure you're fine.” He told her, his fingers clenching and unclenching at his sides as he tried to decide what he could do to escape this conversation already, he still felt bad about knocking her down even though she was playing it off cool enough. A lot cooler than Sam ever would, anyway.   And then of course, her next words completely caught him off guard, and he could feel his cheeks flush bright red. Was she psychic or watching him? Or maybe she was joking again. Either way, he sort of stood there in shocked silence, eyes wide, staring at her for a few seconds before he scoffed a laugh out finally, deciding maybe he could play dumb about the whole thing (though acting was never a strong suit for Sam). “Psh, phft, I don't know what you could possibly be referring to, have you been drinking? You know, that leads to cardiovascular disease, cancer, liver disease, chronic pancreatitis, malabsorption, the list goes on..” He blurted out all too quickly, adding a quick, terribly awkward cough-laugh at the end, holding back a grimace at his own terrible reaction to what was most likely just a joke.   Sam's being a forensic anthropologist student did absolutely nothing for his small talk skills, it unfortunately seemed. They'd been shot from birth, but now that he knew all of these random facts about health he tended to blurt out symptoms of early diseases or whatnot, and that usually grossed a lot of people out.   Then she went ahead and looked him over from head to toe and back up again, telling him that it was a shame, and once again, his eyebrows knitted together, his eyes darting around the room for a second as he attempted to decide what that was supposed to mean. “ I.. am afraid I don't fully comprehend your meaning.” He almost mumbled as he usually did, but his voice raised slightly so she could hear him over the sounds of the party, which were actually pretty loud.   Honestly, Sam didn't know what he was more curious about, the fact she figured right away that he was looking at the girl he liked (even though it was more fitting to say he was running away from her so he didn't have to talk to her) or what she meant by "such a shame", because the only thing he could think of was it was a shame that he liked someone, and that didn't make any possible logical sense for her to say. How exactly could that be a shame..? Sam may have been a genious with everything else, but people seemed to make even less and less sense to him every day.

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“ positive” she responded, offering him her most reassuring smile, about to give her unruly hemline another firm tug but caught herself. Aria would certainly not be as worried that her ass was just barely being covered by her dress. But then, Aria was kind of a slut. As well a terrible flirt. Not that Presley didn’t have a flirtatious side too, but it wasn’t nearly as bad. Really, if the boy had any idea of the differences between the two, she was sure he’d be wishing he’d met her as Presley, and not the sultry alter ego she’d transformed into tonight. The way his face flushed at her question, it was priceless, and actually quite adorable. Given she’d mostly been teasing, she wasn’t really surprised by his reaction. She had noticed the particular interest he’d been paying in avoiding one of the older blondes, which could really only mean one of two things. She had to stifle a grin at his spiel, which she was pretty sure wouldn’t have fooled anyone, “ yep…you have got it bad” she observed, adding before he had a chance to protest, “ does she know?” she asked, raising an inquiring brow.

She almost smirked when he looked away from her, possibly a little bit too amused by his obvious inexperience with being hit on. Though she was low key surprised by too, it wasn’t like he was unattractive, far from it actually, though she did feel a little cougarish thinking so. The only thing she could come up with to account for it was possibly his blatant lack of social skills. Personally she found his awkwardness cute, and in its own way, charming. And she couldn’t be the only one who thought so, surely. Then again, given his response, he probably wouldn’t have realized if a girl was interested in him unless she’d come right out and said it. Taking a step towards him she smiled playfully, “ I guess I’ll just have to be a little clearer then…” she began, blue eyes glittering with mischief,“ what I mean is. It’s a shame your interested in someone else because otherwise I would have invited you back to my place.. ” pausing, she leaned in and tilted her mouth to his ear, “ to have sex. ” she added in a sultry half whisper, just in case he’d been still unclear on what she meant. Straightening again she grinned, “ however, if you want her to notice you..” she added, gesturing discreetly towards the blonde who was on the far side of the room, before turning back to him with a wicked grin, “ I think I might be able to help you out with that…”

roleplaying with, samson / hannah
listening to, river deep mountain high, glee.
rocking these threads, clickk
dear hannah, im having too much fun with thissss. poor sam.

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[SAMSON LANCE HONEYCUTT]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300] TAGGING AFFY AS ARIA PRESLEY | LOLL Crap. He'd been just as horrible at changing the subject as he'd always been. The corners of his mouth twitched downward in a frown as she asked if Avia knew, and he simply shook his head. It looked like there was probably nothing that would make this woman change her mind about this, might as well just give it up. “Seeing as I haven't been laughed out of Capeside yet, I would say that that was a negative.” He said bitterly, looking back down at his shoes. He knew Avia'd never even give him a chance, so he had decided a long time ago to never ever tell her about his feelings for him unless he was feeling rather masochistic that day. Sam looked back up to see that the woman was stepping closer, and his eyes widened a little and then narrowed again as he tried to decide what she meant, why would she take him back to her place. Of course, she went on ahead and cleared that up for him, and suddenly returned the Deer in Headlights expression, freezing entirely. She really could not be serious, could she? No, she had to be messing with his head, and she was doing a very top notch job with it. Once she began to lean away, he squirmed a little, trying to shake that awful feeling of someone going so far just to make him uncomfortable when all you really had to do to make him uncomfortable was to try and start a conversation with him, honestly. “Well, that is very...” he blushed as his voice cracked slightly in his last word and he paused and searched for a fitting adjective. “Flattering...” was all that came to mind. He twitched as she offered to help him in his predicament, and his head tilted slightly to the side, his mouth twisted in a disbelieving manner. “I do appreciate the offer, but I'm ninety nine percent convinced that I am entirely helpless in this particular situation.” he'd be a liar if he said he was uninterested in her methods, though. “Still.. What exactly did you have in mind?” Sam would regret this, he was certain, but he'd regret not finding out what she was talking about. Avia probably didn't even know that he'd come, there was a very slim chance that she'd even notice what this woman would do, much less be jealous about it. Samson hadn't been talking to this woman for long, but he was already about to crap his pants, sadly enough. He wanted to run home and never come out again, but that seemed very irrational, and Sam was nothing if not rational. She seemed like the kind of person who knew what she was talking about though, at the same time, which was intriguing, to say the least. And Sam wasn't one easily intrigued by people.

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Her expression became sympathetic when he shook his head, brows tapering at the words that followed it. He seemed to be particularly hard on himself this one, though she didn’t really understand why. He was obviously intelligent, attractive and so far hadn’t exhibited any unpleasant qualities that she had noticed, except for his awkwardness but that wasn’t a deal breaker where she was concerned. Certainly, if she was the blonde she would give him a chance, more than a chance, I mean, come on.. he was kind of adorable. “ I don’t think your giving yourself enough credit..” she offered, smiling encouragingly, “ or her for that matter..” not that she really knew this blonde, but she couldn’t be that heartless surely. She really hoped not. Because if she was.. well Presley might just have to do something about it.

She couldn’t help but giggle lightly at his reaction to her offer; it was forward, even for her. But then, she wasn’t being her tonight. She was aria the promiscuous man-eater who just so happened to have a thing for corrupting geeky college boys. Not that Presley probably would have eventually said something similar, if only for the pure amusement factor. “ tempting? Enticing? Hard to pass up?” she provided when he paused, her expression mock hopeful, “ that works too.” she grinned approvingly. She almost pouted at his words, about to interject with some very persuasive arguments as to why he shouldn’t dismiss her offer so quickly, but his curiosity obviously got the best of him and her face lit up at his next words, blue eyes glittering with excitement “ well for starters… a little dancing” she decided with a grin, her expression softening at the semi-horrified look she received in return. She couldn’t say she hadnt been half expecting it though, it seemed like just about everything was outside his comfort zone.

Tilting her head to one side, she chewed on her lip for a moment before smiling again, “ but first, a little liquid courage.” nodding to herself she grabbed his hand, and pulled him towards where she’d last seen one of her roommates. There might have been plenty of alcohol closer to hand but he wasn’t about to trust someone else’s supply, who knows where they’d got it from or what was in it. Wiggling in between a tight group of people milling around the cooler they’d brought, she pulled out a couple of bottles, “ you a beer or vodka kind of guy?” she asked, pressing her hand to his mouth when he went to protest, “ I know, I know, liver disease and all the other stuff you said, but its one drink and I solemnly swear I will not let anything bad happen to you alright?” she persuaded, giving him her best you-can-trust-me smile. Oh yeah, that was sure to put him at ease.

roleplaying with, samson / hannah
listening to, moves like jagger, maroon 5
rocking these threads, clickk
dear hannah, fifty years late. sorry about that.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300] TAGGING AFFY AS ARIA PRESLEY | NO WORRIES! Sam snorted when the older woman attempted to be encouraging, but Sam couldn't say that there was much for him to be encouraged about. He didn't see any possible chance for him and Avia. And he had accepted that. It wasn't particularly okay, but that was the logical answer and Sam understood logic, he didn't understand all these.. feelings or whatever. It wasn't something he was used to, it wasn't anything he liked, why Avia he'd probably never know, but those were the facts, Sam could deal with facts.  And the fact now was that whoever this woman was, she was having the time of her life terrifying him, he could see it in her expression but he couldn't do anything about it, what was he supposed to do? He didn't want to be rude, not any ruder than usual, anyway, he tried to be polite but with an attitude like the one he had today, it was not easy. Her reply to his question only made him grimace. Dancing. Not his strongest suit. At all. He didn't even know if he could dance, it happened so rarely. "...oh." Was all he said.  But she wasn't done there, she grabbed him by the hand and dragged him towards the source of alcohol. And though he didn't struggle, you could tell by the look on his face that he was not enjoying himself at all, whatsoever. He gave her a look as she asked him what he preferred. Actually, Sam had avoided all alcohol his entire life, he knew all to well the risks involved and he did not have any sort of wish to consume it. She was very handsy, it seemed, as she stuck her hand on his mouth so he wouldn't argue with her about alcohol consumption. When she finally took it off of his mouth, he only shrugged. "I don't know." He responded monotonously. He was only being difficult half on purpose, the other half being that he literally did not have a clue. "What would you suggest?" If he died from this, he was haunting her, no questions asked. If ghosts really existed, that was. "Who are you, by the way?" This probably should have been his first question, of course, but it hadn't occurred to him quite yet that he didn't  know this woman (who was proclaiming to know how to make Avia, of all people, jealous) or even her name, for that matter. Now that he thought about it, though, he should probably have a name to the face he might have to haunt for the rest of eternity.

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Presley liked to think of herself as a pretty tolerant person, but even she had her limits, and right now she kind of wanted to take the guy by the shoulder and just shake some sense into him. Seriously, there was modest and then there was downright negative. And he was definitely leaning much too far towards negative right now, which was more than a little bit depressing. Its not like she was saying these things for the hell of it, or just to make him feel better. It was her genuine opinion, and she meant it fully. Still, she wasn’t going to push it, not right now at least. He barely knew her, but later on, for sure. Once he’d gotten to know her more, and she’d been able to convince him she wasn’t a total crazy person… then he was in for it.

She wasn’t really surprised by his answer, he didn’t really look like the type of drank much, if at all, but then, looks could be deceiving, right? At his question she merely offered a mischievous smile, and glancing around as though to check that no one else could overhear, leaned in again, “ im batman ” she told him in a low voice, not sure whether he’d get the big bang theory reference but not really caring much if he didnt. It made her laugh, that was the main thing. Straightening again she finally gave in and gave her dress another firm tug, adding, “ personally I’m a tequila kind of girl, when I do drink that is. Which isn’t that often, and only under strict supervision. I can get a little…. wild ” which was an definite understatement. it had only taken a couple of near arrests when she was a teenager to convince her that she was better off staying away from alcohol. Its not like she needed it anyway. She was easily just as outrageous sober as a lot of people were when they were totally wasted.

Tossing the vodka back in the cooler she handed him the beer, barely allowing him time to get in a sip before pulling him towards the middle of the room where there was still enough space to move around a bit without slamming into anybody. Letting go of his hand she danced around him a few times, twirling and shaking her hips to the music without much regard for how she looked while doing so. Taking a break as a slower song came on she turned back to him, “ you still here… ” she observed, slightly surprised, she wouldn’t have blamed him if he’d bailed, though she would have been pretty sad if he did. “ any of that alcohol kicked in yet? ” she asked, tilting her head a little to the side as she spoke and arching a brow. “ because I’m totally hoping your one of those dancing drunks”

roleplaying with, samson / hannah
listening to, you make me feel like, cobra starship
rocking these threads, clickk
dear hannah, i fail at life. nbd.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300] TAGGING AFFY AS ARIA PRESLEY | NO YOU DON'TT!<3 No one ever said that Samson was a positive person. In fact, exactly the opposite. He was known to be a bit of a Debby Downer.. except male, of course. But, he was used to that thought, because it was mostly true. At least, he was extremely hard on himself, anyway. Maybe not on other people, you may not notice it straightaway, but he was actually a really nice guy, but he was certainly hard on himself. He shook his head slowly in disbelief as she told him that she was batman, and without even explaining herself, continued with telling him that she got wild when she was drunk. "Wilder than usual.. batman?" He asked in almost a mumble, narrowing his eyes slightly. Sam took the bottle from her and stared at it in silence before she dragged him to the dance floor. As she turned around, he took one tiny sip, made a face with a sputter, and then he handed the bottle to some random person before the woman holding his hand noticed that he hadn't taken more than that one sip. One sip was plenty. Right? One more than he'd ever had before, one more than what he'd thought he'd ever have. If he thought about it, he could almost feel his brain cells degenerating.. But he was just being dramatic, he supposed. He did do that more than he'd like to say, after all. He only sort of stood there sort of swaying from side to side awkwardly, trying to decide how he could make this better because obviously, he was doing nothing to help himself. But he didn't know anything about dancing. Not that he really had to worry about making a fool of himself because he would not be the only one at this party, it seemed. When she turned around, Sam was attempting a little bit of a wiggle, and then he looked up and his cheeks flushed slightly. "Well, I'm not all bad, I suppose." He said with a halfhearted shrug, and his eyes went slightly wild when she asked about his alcohol level, and he looked away. "Oh.. right.. ah, yeah." He threw a fist in the air weakly in a pathetic attempt to look at least tipsy. Though he felt extremely idiotic drawing any sort of attention to himself whatsoever. "I .. don't think I'm a dancing anything. Except maybe a fool." He confessed, running a hand through his hair and then scratching the back of his neck. "I'm sorry." At least that bit was genuine, though, he truly felt bad about not being able to loosen up for even one simple occasion. And why couldn't he? He was being ridiculous. Positively ridiculous. Why couldn't he just do this just one time? "...but, you know what, I guess it couldn't hurt." He smiled cautiously. "Teach me your ways, Yoda, or Batman, or whoever you are." He bowed theatrically, actually grinning. This was probably a really bad idea, and he knew it, he was almost certainly going to regret this.

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