sweet talker [dominik]

[Hayley Cameron Kessler]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 300px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #494949; margin-top: 3px; margin-left: 3px;]words 515 · tags dominik · notes i hope this post wasn't too terrible! [/style][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #494949; padding: 5px; width: 290px; margin-left: 3px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; height: 180px; overflow: auto;]Though she had received an invitation, Hayley Kessler had not been a hundred percent sure beforehand that she would attend. It wasn't as if she was too much of a goody two-shoes for a good party, but it seemed awkward to attend the birthday bash of a girl she was far from being close to. She was, however, well acquainted enough with the host of the party partially because the dark haired senior hosted several gatherings at her mansion that members of the popular cliques attended and partially because they had been fairly good friends in their younger years. That seemed to matter little when she remembered that the occasion this time had a purpose. It was meant to celebrate a royal's birthday. Though Hayley had heard of May-Ann Jenkins quite often in passing, she was not overly familiar with the younger teen. There had never been any reason for her to befriend the other girl when they seemed to have little in common. Regardless, she couldn't exactly attend a birthday party without bringing a gift, but presenting that said gift to a virtual stranger and chirping an insincere 'Happy birthday!' made her feel almost shameless. Then again, she could easily place the gift among the several others neatly stacked on a polished wooden table in order to avoid any uncomfortable conversations, and it was a bit too late for her to regret her decision to show up now that she was at Desiree's oversized home anyway. There was no way to turn back time to change her mind to show, so she figured she might as well enjoy herself. Walking around, the blonde noted that the house had been made up beautifully for the occasion, but that was to be expected. Desiree was wealthy enough to hire professionals to set everything up, and they would never have the audacity to place childish or gaudy decorations anywhere lest they want to tarnish their reputations. The thought reminded her of why these huge gatherings were so much better than insignificant house parties. There was enough room to move about freely since the guests weren't cramped in limited quarters, and any messes made were quickly tidied up instead of being left to gather as miniature piles of trash. It was an ideal setting to socialise, but Hayley had yet to find anyone worth speaking to. Considering guests were still arriving, hopefully someone would catch her attention soon. She made a pit stop to get a drink, opting for a can of soda instead of any alcohol. The night was still young, and if she began drinking now, there was no telling what kind of state she would be in by the time things really got rolling. It would be both unclassy and embarrassing if she got wasted at the prime party time, and it would surely taint her otherwise spotless reputation. Besides, alcohol had never really been her favourite type of beverage anyway. Taking a quick sip of sods, she resumed her wandering, exchanging greetings with a few of her peers every once in a while. [/style][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 300px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #494949; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 3px; margin-bottom: -3px;]template by john of ote & btn[/style]

[dominik antonio ramirez]

let me rock you right,

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true] . dominik as much as the next guy wanted to be invited to this party, crazy ladies, drinks, and a chance to get lucky before school took over. he on the other hand, would keep his privileged, and keep partying, his life was set in stone. he had shoe deals, clothing deals and everything, all he needed to do was live his life. and when he made his way to the party, in the back of the house of course. he slid his victoria secret giftcard into the pile of gifts. it read 'hope you use this well, and hope to see what my money bought ;D :*' he was so corny but smooth, it was weird. but one thing he would watch himself was creating rumors, he loved his ariel, but she could only take so much trouble from him, it was a bit of his fault. and as he made his way to the drinks, he knew he was a bit early for getting hammered, so he settled for the punch. but to his surprise, it was rum spiked, oh well. he could handle only rum well, vodka was his antithesis, he would get nailed hard after a few shots. but for some reason, rum was like nothing to him, he had pirate blood in him, he figured. he then made his way through the crowd, greeting some of his soccer buddies, them making loud noises as they did their greetings. 'dom the bomb!' was heard or 'the pro!' was heard and just laughed along, he was pretty good, thats why he was the star striker, even though some of the royals called luke the best, even though he never showed up to practice, and never played, it was a self given title. but as he finally got away from his friends he slid past a crowd. now began the search to find somebody to talk to. and as he aimlessly walked, he bumped into somebody. he looked and saw it was a girl, and she was looking around intently "Oh hello there." he managed out, as his mind tried to think about the familiar face. she looked extremely familiar, but a name couldn't form, cheerleader? maybe. the thing he was hoping on, was the fact his status as the man behind the goals scored at the games. he'd always hear the stands scream his name, it was adrenaline and the slowing down as he approached the goal, and then the sound disappeared, as he kicked. and the sound would return as the ball glided into the white box, and he would fall on the grass below and celebrate. but back to business, he looked to her and waited for her to talk first, he sucked at conversation starting. words; 581 music; Smash this Club // Pitbull, Lil Jon & Clinto Kardinal Offishall notes; Its fine! Mines worse!