TONGUE TIED.

[BRENNAN RYDER HUDSON]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:80%;][atrb=style, width:400px; padding:10px; background:#ffffff;] DON'T TAKE ME TONGUE TIED. The best thing about these kind of nights was the music. It wasn't the girls. it would be a lie to say he didn't love the girls, dancing and drinking and being careless and easy. But they couldn't compare to the thrill the music gave him. It wasn't even really the alcohol. What Brennan loved most about a good party was the music, how it made the walls shake, how it vibrated his core. The sheer volume of it was enough to take any song and make it mean something, take any song and have it be the soundtrack of the night. Nights like these always had Brennan feeling as if he was an extra in a movie, the scene a trashy high school party, just another one of the bouncing sweaty teenagers filling the room to the brim. But there was something profound about the feeling as well. As if his life really was good enough, exciting enough - at least for tonight - to be on the big screen. Needless to say, Brennan was a regular in the teenage party scene in Ocean City. He liked the feeling it gave him. Young and free. That's how he felt. The bass of the current song rattled his bones as he pushed his way through the crowd of teenagers, trying to make his way back to the drinks; he needed a refill. Girls in tight clothing and the stale scent of alcohol overwhelmed his senses, his clouded mind having a hard time processing everything all at once. Brennan was not drunk - rather, he was just a bit tipsy, a goofy grin plastered on his face as he smiled at a girl who caught his eye. He hadn't had quite too much to drink, but it was enough to make him feel warm inside and as if everything was funny. It was a house party. Even for the life of him, Brennan could not recall the name of the teenager who resided there. The boy was in a few of Brennan's classes, was always inviting him to these house parties of his, but right now Brennan couldn't put a name to the face of the kid who was responsible for giving him the invite to this particular social event. Brennan was in a living room, the couches and tables pushed against the wall to create a dance floor to be used by the teenagers. Except there wasn't really any dancing going on at this party; it was more like a crowd of teenagers having sex with their clothes on with some music on to accompany it. Other teenagers had already snuck upstairs to have real sex in the first empty bedroom available. Brennan wasn't necessarily into dancing. He much preferred actually speaking to the girls, putting the charm on them, getting their number, stealing a kiss. The dancing was below him. He was a well-known face at Manchester Preparatory, and he had better ways to meet girls rather than sneaking up behind them and grinding them like a middle schooler at a school dance. He felt that was juvenile. Most of his friends disagreed. But Brennan preferred a more advanced form of leading a girl on, and that was how it was going to be. It wasn't until after Brennan had already filled up his cup at the keg when he noticed her. He didn't know how long she had been here, but there she was, his eyes gliding to follow her every word. "Vie," he muttered under his breath to himself, the alcohol probably having something to do with the need for the spoken confirmation of her name. He didn't really know her. Not too well. They had spoken before but briefly, and there was just something about her. The way she didn't seem to want to talk to him. He smirked a bit, beginning to make his way toward her, pushing through the crowd of people. His drink sloshed over the brim of his cup, dripping onto the ground, which was already damp with spilled alcohol. Once he reached her, he tapped her on the shoulder.

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[Vienna Lorelei Hart]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; width: 502px, bTable][cs=2][style=background-color: #EDEDED; width: 492px; padding: 5px;][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 23px; font-weight: bold; color: #494949; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: #f1f1f1 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: right;]PICK A PART, YOU DREAM IT UP,[/style][style=background-color: #494949; width: 490px; height: 25px;][style=font-family: arial; color: #fff; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; text-align: left; text-shadow: #333333 1px 1px 2px; padding-top: 4px; padding-left: 5px;]TONIGHT'S THE NIGHT I'M DRESSIN' UP FOR YOU[/style][/style]

[atrb=style, width: 350px; background-color: #EDEDED;][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9.2px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; line-height: 12px;] [style=background-color: #494949; padding: 2px; height: 100px; width: 100px; opacity: 0.8; margin-right: 5px; float: left;][/style] It was funny how the move from New Jersey to Maryland hardly changed Vienna Hart’s life. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but the stories she heard always had one common theme: moving to another state was a big deal. But here she was, and aside from a rare bout of homesickness, it felt like everything was the same. She still partied and slept in, and even if she was a high school drop-out, her mornings and afternoons remained busy. Instead of schoolwork and homework, she was preoccupied with her waitressing job and her gig at the coffee shop. Her social circle certainly changed, but her frequent trips to local nightclubs ensured that she stayed well-connected with partiers around her age or older. Of course, not all of her friends were wild partiers. The whole point of the big move was to mature, and to do so, she needed to acquaint herself with those who would serve as good role models. For once she was consciously thankful for her open and social nature because it made making friends a fairly simple task. However, tonight wasn’t one of the times when she was playing the part of a teenage girl stepping into the big, bad adult world. Vie was still a wild child with a knack for letting loose, and a party was the perfect place to do it. She didn’t quite recall where she had met the boy who had invited her, but that was to be expected. When a girl got around as much as she did, it was easy to lose track of the circumstances that surrounded her meetings with individuals. Maybe he was a one night stand. Maybe she met him during one of her part times. Did it even matter? She was here, and from the look of things, the party would probably be fairly enjoyable. The lights were dimmed to set the atmosphere, and the music that was blasting through the speakers travelled through floorboards. She felt each beat reverberate through the soles of her shoes, making her hips sway as she weaved in between other party-goers. The music seemed synchronise with each thump of her heart, reminding Vienna exactly why she had such a fine appreciation for the art. Her eyes scanned over her surroundings, just briefly registering the sight of other teens grinding and pressing against each other in a desperate attempt to reach a temporary state of ecstasy. For a brief second, her lips quirked upwards while she wondered if she was fated to end up in someone’s arms on the couch later on that night. She was far too classy for a quick tryst among dozens of other couples who were caught up in the moment, but a quick make-out session did have some appeal. It would wait, though. The night was still young, and the blonde wanted a drink above all else. There were times when she missed the old days where she drank as much as she wanted, whenever she wanted. Everything had been about her, but now everything was about her son. She was serious when she had promised her parents that she would learn independence so she could be a good mother. Her alcohol intake decreased considerably, but there was nothing wrong with indulging every once in a while, was there? The full burden of responsibilities wasn’t weighing down on her shoulders just yet, so she wanted to relax occasionally. Partying was a habit that she had to gradually ease away from. Stopping at an open cooler laid on top of a kitchen counter, Vienna chose a can of beer at random. It was easier than pouring herself a cup at the keg, and there was just something satisfying about the popping sound the can made when she opened it. She took a quick sip before leisurely walking to the living room, eyes scanning through crowds for someone worth her time, but a tap on her shoulder told her that perhaps she wouldn’t have to do the looking. Turning around, she took in the sight of tousled blonde hair and a confident smirk on a handsome face. Brennan. How could she forget? He was certainly attractive enough to sleep with, but there had always been something amusing about keeping him at bay. Playing hard to get was worth the attention he showered her with. Focusing her gaze on him, she took another sip of alcohol before smiling and casually greeting, “Oh, hey, Brennan. What’s up?” [/style]

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[BRENNAN RYDER HUDSON]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:80%;][atrb=style, width:400px; padding:10px; background:#ffffff;] DON'T TAKE ME TONGUE TIED. The sheepish grin on his face widened a bit as the girl turned to face him. Her blonde hair fell behind her shoulder with the motion, causing Brennan to be momentarily overcome with the pleasant scent of her shampoo. He blinked; things like this usually did not faze him, but for a moment his thoughts were clouded once more. Brennan was usually particularly careful to keep his cool up in the presence of Vie, but the alcohol was definitely loosening him up, making him a bit more human and considerably less snide than usual. "Vie," he said again as his gaze met hers. "Hey." It was dark, but she had to have notice how his blue eyes lit up a bit; he was genuinely happy to see her. The evening might be a bit more fun than he had originally expected if she let him stick around. But, he wasn't sure if he should get his hopes up. After all, she was known to wander off and leave him hanging. There was simply no denying the simple fact that she was different. There was something about the way she never gave into his advances that he found incredibly appealing. She wasn't like the other girls, the girls who acted dumb, believed every word he said, wanted to be taken advantage of. She was just the opposite, and that was what drove Brennan crazy. She was coy, and she consistently denied his advances, which only made him want to chase her around more. She was a challenge, and it was not often that Brennan Hudson was presented with any kind of a challenge. He loved it. He enjoyed every second of the playful and flirtatious banter the two of them sometimes shared. It was true, he didn't know her very well. They hadn't spoken more than a dozen times. But he wanted to get to know her. He really did. It had not yet occured to him how uncharacteristic this desire was; he usually had no interest in knowing anything about a female other than how long it would take him to get into their pants. Needless to say, the fact that he wanted to know a bit more about Vie as a person was indeed quite strange. But he didn't think much of it at the moment. Brennan took a sip from his red plastic cup before answering her question. "Actually, I was just thinking about leaving," he lied. He certainly had no intention of leaving anytime soon. But she didn't need to know that. "This party's lame as shit." It wasn't a terrible party, but it wasn't a particularly wonderful one, either. It was typical. But of course, since Brennan was Brennan, he wanted Vie to think he was just too damn cool to be there. "However, due to some... recent events, I think it might have just gotten a lot better." His smile was now more of a smirk, and the look he gave her made it obvious that she was the reason his night just got a little bit more interesting. "So, I think I might stay now. See how things go." A passerby abruptly bumped into him, causing his cup to slosh around quite a bit, but in one swift movement by Brennan the bit of alcohol that managed to drip over the edge was far away from staining Vie's clothes. Spilling alcohol on a girl was certainly not the way to get to her heart. A drop or two could possibly be overlooked - that is, if it had been any girl other than Vie. He had to ensure that he tried more than usual in her presence, because he wanted her to stay this time. "What are you doing here? I haven't seen you at a party since... in, like... forever." His usual smooth flow of words was a bit off. It might have had to do with the alcohol, or maybe he was actually nervous. He did not concern himself with the cause.

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