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The joint finally made it around the circle and back to Damien, but when he noticed Jerome filling the syringe and Stacia begin tying Kylie's upper arm with a large flat surgical rubber band, he leaned forward, joint in his mouth. Puffing on it softly he motioned for Jerome to give him the needle. Jerome did, pouting a bit on not being able to do it himself, but Damien was the boss around here so he had no choice.

"Alright sit back." He told Kylie, and when she did he pulled her arm towards him. He noticed some resistance when he did so and looked up at her wonderingly, but then could clearly see the nervousness as she eyed the needle. "It's nothing to worry about. Just a pinch." He told her and even handed her the joint. She took it, and puffed on it rather hard. Once he injected the needle however in one of the veins in her arms, she immediately seemed more dazed. He took the joint from her and handed it to Trevon, while Jerome prepared more of the Heroin for the rest of them.

Ecko smirked slightly and nodded, picking up a half full bottle of liquor and headed over to the bonfire. He half-expected Weiss to follow him, but she seemed caught up doing her best to get drunk, much like the others at this party. He sat down on an available crate situated at a decent distance from the fire and began to pour himself a shot, tucking it back immediately and pouring another. It wasn't long until he was buzzing.

Kylie Emmers


Kylie watched as one of the girls tied her arm with this big rubber band and then watched the exchange between the guy who brought her here, and Jerome. She was about to ask their names as well, but then Damien pulled her arm towards him with the needle in his hand. She resisted, her heart racing from having never been one for needles, but he eased her with words and the mighty help of the half smoked joint. When he gave it to her she puffed on it hard, trying to ignore the fact that a needle was about to be shoved into her arm. Once it was done however.... oh boy was it done. She didn't even notice Damien take the joint from her as a swirl of feelings began to coast through her. Leaning back against the couch she couldn't do anything else, but let her mind fly.

"Oh wow..." She muttered, watching things move in complete disarray before her eyes. Things she had once thought were very close like the table in front of her began to float very far away from her. She giggled as she reached for it, her high completely taking over her common sense and perspective on physics. The group around her laughed, but not in a mocking way. She was being completely relate-able to them at that moment as they themselves began to shoot up.

Triss arrived at the party fashionably late- In fact, more than three hours after it was supposed to have started. She stepped out of a sleek black car -with no logo on it- and blew a kiss to the driver before turning gracefully on her high heels and walking up to the door. She handed over her fee, getting the hand-stamp, and practically shoved her way inside, where the center of the party was.

In the main room, a game of beer pong was being set up, and near the snack table she spotted a familiar face: Jack Stone. Their families knew each other. Triss put on her best smile and made her way to the table. If Jack was here, then that must mean...

"Jack! Darling, you look positively dashing this evening. Tell me, is Wesley here, by any chance?" Triss cut straight to the chase, sounding much too proper for the atmosphere. She didn't notice the eye-roll Jack gave at the sound of her voice. She wiggled a few fingers at Miranda and Hadley, trying to be on her best behavior, so that she would hopefully get the answer she wanted. On the inside however, she couldn't fathom why Jack would be hanging out with such a drab grouping of people.

Miranda laughed at Jack and playfully punched at him, it landing on his chest. She wasn't prepared for how hard his chest felt, and immediately blushed again, feeling like a loser for the amount of attraction she felt just from a touch. She could be so dumb sometimes.

"You're so dumb." She projected playfully at Jack and then turned about to say something to Hadley when a very prim and snobbish voice echoed out Jack's name. Miranda's expression became slightly confused as she looked at the most over dressed person come strutting up to Jack, asking about Wesley. She only raised an eyebrow at the weird way the chick wiggled her fingers in a pseudo wave towards her and Hadley. "Who is that?" She asked Jack, almost incredulous at the girl's behavior. Sometime she did forget that Jack was from a very well to do and high strung family, but this chick made reality hit, and it made Miranda wonder why Jack didn't act like that to. Why was he so different than all of the other rich snobs?

Ecko snickered at her reaction to his joke and took his own drink and finished, ready to pour another when she asked her question. He shrugged, not thinking too much on it, and smirked as he watched these two boys by the pool acting particularly stupid.

"I don't know. Guess I just like you." He replied, taking another shot. "What other reason could there be?" He asked in his "philisophical voice". He went ahead and dropped down from the crate to the ground next to her. Now leaning up against the crate he put his bottle next to him, and waited a moment before downing his next shot. He was really starting to feel the liquor, and to him it was at a surprising rate.

"Jeez, you'd think they went ahead and spiked the bottles of liquor while they were at it." He commented.