With his lips moved from hers, and the sheepish smile on his face, Blossom nodded somberly, a little whimsically. She understood his position, she knew she wasn't being fair in her expectations of the kiss-- delightful as it was. She knew she was a lost one, and the kiss meant nothing other than hor...

She felt rather than heard the sound that Nick had made, and her since closed eyes opened to him-- deep blue orbs flickering to his eyes. She knew something in his mind was distracted through this; she had all of her past knowledge of him, their deep rooted connection, and now this physical connecti...

When he reached to remove the bottle from her grasp, her long fingers easily and distractedly released it. In a moment of half registration, she realized that in those few minutes of drinking the pair of them had depleted a fair bit of the contents-- making it light and slosh easily. Much more than ...

He was persistent and it weakened her mental resolve. His face, his lips, they were close... so close and so real-- her dark blue eyes, deepened by the burnt dark look of her skin peppered with even darker freckles flickering downward to the bottle, and brushing across his lips, his eyes. She search...

Blossom's smile was fraught with the aspects of sobriety that she attempted to wash away with a hold on Nick's hand on the bottle, forcing it to her mouth to drink heavily-- hardly caring how hard it hit her stomach or the fuzzy feeling already creeping around her senses. She wanted to forget that h...

Blossom's hand reached out in protest, opening and closing her mouth as the cool bottle was removed easily from her grasp, corked, and set easily aside. But she was given hardly an instant to feel sorry for her loss as she was caught up in his actions. Oh how she loved his little affections, kisses ...

"I'm so glad you thought of me. I would've have to settle; you know my love for fine liquors, Nick, but if I'm at a party I'm going to drink even if I have to hold my nose to do so." She gave a haughty look around her, amused that she had shown up late and was therefore one of few people w...

Blossom-Mae-Starshine turned about quickly with a wide smile on her face, recognizing the voice of her savior behind her. She grabbed the offered bottle and she also grabbed the boy into a hug, forcing his hand so that he couldn't've quite let go (the hands and the bottle pinned between them both). ...

How the fuck had she gotten talked into driving all the way down to this? Khris fumed silently to herself, swearing and swerving around some asshole who cut out in front of her father's little pickup-- thrusting her hand out of the open window, flicking him off. She was one of the few people on this...

The typical rugged butch chick, Khris (who loathed being called by her given name of Krystal-- the rest of her name was masculine, why not her first name?) enjoyed the thrill of the infamous game of Southridge High Gym-Class Dodge-Ball, aka, Pain and Suffering. She threw the ball hard at an opponent...

Name: Blossom-Mae-Starshine Bennett Age: 17 Grade: 12 School: Southridge Hobbies and Interests: PETA, art, theatre, peace studies, film, activism, stitching, knitting/crocheting, ecology, clothes design, etc. Appearance: Born of a fair amount of Native American blood, her genetics gave her rich cho...

Name: Krystal "Khris" Dale Garnett Age: 19 Grade: 12 School: Southridge Hobbies and Interests: Wrestling, writing, hiking, reading, socializing, light drinking, music (playing the guitar, singing, and listening to most genres), debating, horses, GLBT. Appearance: Brown hair cut to a boyis...