I promised/I'd never sing of love/If it does not exist

*is going to Damien there after asueu shows up*

kk. I'll start the party in a minute. ~
It'll be at Jamie's sorority!

Jamie: I wore a super-short, shiny, light pink dress - it resembled a lingerie item. My hair was in loose, loose curls, and I had glitter heavy all over my eyes, and lightly over my face and hair. "Welcome to the first party of the year!" I gushed from the DJ stand, grabbing the microphone and speaking to the crowd of partiers.

Nate walked into the room with jeans and a black button up, his gold tie hanging loosely around his neck. There were a lot of people there... Like /a lot./

Ivory's dress was perfect: short, strapless, and black and white. She wore a pair of black heels that made her about two inches shorter than most the guys. She smiled as she got inside, her hair shining wildly under the lights.

Maddy wore a sweater dress and a pair of golden flats, nothing too fancy. She didn't want to show up over dressed, like she had done so many times before. After a few minutes, she started to dance in the group of people.

Oliver didn't really like dances, so instead, he hovered toward the back of the room, occasionally glancing at the door, pondering leaving.

Lydia: I arrived in a simple, lavender-colored dress. Mom said the color was good on me...was it lame that I was still listening to my parents? The dress was paired with white strappy, gladiator sandals that I could hardly walk in. Great, another thing to worry about!

Vikki: I showed up in a super-short, like SUPER short, black, strapless dress. My hair was in a half-pony tied with a thin black ribbon. And then I had three-inch, red stilettos. Awww yeah, baby! I grinned to myself, walking into the party.

Jack: I was in a sky blue button up and jeans. Nothing fancy, I wasn't a fancy-style person.

Austin: I wore a white button up - why were all us guys wearing these crappy shirts? - and a flame red tie. I noticed my sister looking all outcast-ish, but ignored her and went to dance.

Kyle: I was driving around campus on my motorcycle, and decided to "stop by". I was just in my leather jacket and jeans, but I still looked ready to party. I walked in and scoped the room for hot chicks.

Ray: I tugged at the black halter dress, grimacing. Just like my mother to convince me to wear one of these. How did she even figure out there was a party? Why did I pick up her call? Sighing, I threw the purse she got for me in the bushes -- I would get it later. The night air was still cool, but I pushed open the door anyway, shivering with the sudden change in temperature. It was really crowded in there and I grimaced again. Great. People.

Damien: I immediately headed over to the punch bowl, slipping a little something in there. Not enough to make anyone drunk unless they drink a lot -- I'd save the rest for myself. I looked around, not caring less that I was largely underdressed. My jeans were casual and my jacket (the only other thing I was wearing) buttoned once.

Ollie spotted Lydia and threw her a small smile, walking through the group to talk to her for a little while. After all, she had seemed... Sane.

Nate stood somewhere, doing whatever Nate does.

Maddy still danced.

Ivory pushed her hair from her eyes and started onto the dance floor, not looking directly in anyones eyes.

Damien: Smiling to myself, I poured a cup, leaning against the wall and surveying the area.

Ray: I skirted around the wall, making sure to avoid Damien as I made my way to the back of the room.

Just to get Vikki's first out of the way:

Vikka: I saw someone poor a little alcohol into the punch. Perfect. "Hey, was that straight up vodka?" I asked the guy (damien)

Lydia: Oh no, oh no! It was the guy from earlier - Oliver. I panicked, and began walking away, hoping he hadn't noticed me.

Damien: I turn around, a little suprised. "Maybe."

Vikki: I grinned, then took a cup of the stuff. "Good." I gulped some down.

Confusion washed over Ollie's face and he sped up, catching up to Lydia. "Um, did I do something wrong?" He asked, walking to face her.

Damien: I laugh. "Thirsty are we?" I ask, setting down my own cup and taking a swig of the bottle. Some poor kid'll drink the spiked one.

Okay, I'm abolishing the rule about four guys/girls, but keeping the one about sam gender.

Lydia: Oh, fudge! I turned around a faint smile on my face. "No, but, uh, don't you think I'm creepy? I mean, I told you that were cute and we hardly know each other. If I were you, I'd be creeped out!"

Vikka: "Mm, just needed a little pick-me-up." I shrugged and walked off, after setting down my cup.

Damien: I raised an eyebrow and then shrug, taking another swig.

Kyle: I strolled into the party, coming to a girl edged toward the wall (Ray). I smirked charmingly. "Pretty girls aren't supposed to look so lonely."

Ollie smirked. "I've been called worse. Actually, it was kind of flattering," he chuckled. "And meaning this in the least creepy way, you look lovely tonight," he said.

Lydia: I blushed, and was thankful for the dim lights. "Oh, er, uhm, well, I hate dresses, and my mom says that this color, er, well, I uh...thank you." I smiled sheepishly.

Ray: I roll my eyes. "Jocks aren't supposed to talk to weirdos. It's just a stereotype."

Kyle: "I don't see any jocks or weirdos around, we're safe, babe."

Ray: I laugh. "The last time someone called me babe was before I slapped them."

Kyle: "Go ahead, slapping is hot." I grinned teasingly.

Ray: I raise an eyebrow. "Really? Because I have other options."

Kyle: I just looked at her in confusion.

Ollie laughed, the sound lighthearted. "Well I like it," he shrugged. "I didn't expect you to show up here tonight, though Im sure you could say the same about me," he said.

Ivory, in the middle of dancing, broke a heel and stumble backwards into another person. (Either boy) Her cheeks turned a little pink. "Sorry!" She said and took off her other shoe.