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xxxAlita was a little uncomfortable in the situation. Not knowing anyone--only knowing one person vaguely. She sat on the couch and tried to take up as little space as possible. Both arms clinging to her sides and her hands firmly between her knees. She moved closer and closer into the arm rest, hoping to be a bit more comfortable now--but, more importantly, out of the way..

Damien shrugged slightly at her answer. She seemed very immature for her age, and he was slightly annoyed by that. For him this party was pure business, which he would have to collect on sooner than later, and then call it a night. Instead of answering her question he sat back and lit the joint, drawing on it smoothly, holding it in and then releasing it all in the span of a few long seconds. He handed it without looking at her, just as an idea popped in his head. She seemed sort of into herself, blind to many obvious things, but she had one thing going for her: she looked damn good. And looks in his area of expertise were useful. He looked over at her with a amiable smirk.

"I'm here because it's my party." He finally decided to answer her, for his own interests. "If you want to come to more parties like this I can give you my number and you can call it some time. Wouldn't mind having a sexy woman like you around anyway." Most of what he said was fluff, but if this didn't work he'd just shove his number in her hand and leave her to the option. Chances are she would give him a call or text sometime, but it wouldn't hurt none if she didn't.

Tyler wasn't sure who won the round of chugging the beer, but she still claimed he did, his surrounding warping insanely. He laughed, and dropped the bottle in the floor board reaching for another beer.

"Wait." Tommy warned. They were pulling up their home and Tyler could see his parent's cars in the drive way. Tommy pulled into the driveway, barely fitting it behind the other two and then turned off the engine. "Put it back. Looks like mom and dad are home early." Tyler frowned replaced the beer and closed the cooler.

"'so-k." He replied, slurring his words. "we can sneak pas' em." Tommy nodded, and Joey agreed while Cyrus could only smirk. He loved being Tyler's friend, because through him he could live out the life of actually having parents to sneak passed when he was doing something they wouldn't approve of. Emma had dozed off again and Snow seemed to have checked out momentarily after that last beer so when Tommy and Joey got out Cyrus opened Emma's door and half carried, half-scooted her out. Once he had better leverage he lifted her in his arms and waited by the car for Tyler to drag himself and the cooler out. Once everyone was out of the car, Cyrus followed tyler around the back of the house while his brothers took the front.

Getting in was easier than it seemed, and before they knew it Cyrus was in Tyler's room, laying Emma on his bed. Tyler closed his bedroom door, and turned on his X-box 360.

"Let's play some games, and drink more." He exclaimed softly. Cyrus agreed, putting on a CD on Tyler's boombox on the dresser so that music could cover up the excess noise.

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Emma half woke up when they reached the house, to the boys discussing how they were going to get inside, but she didn't try to focus too hard on the conversation. Then she was swept up again and, next thing she knew, she was laying on a bed. It was so comfy, and she was barely conscious anyways. She lasted just long enough to hear the "bing" of the X-box 360, and the music start, but she was much too tired to even crack open an eye. She curled up on the bed, snuggling into one of the blankets, and was out.

❥ Mais dis-moi adieu demain.
❥ Mais dis-moi adieu en chemin.
❥ Vas voir les autres, je n'en pense rien.
❥ Je t'ai aimé, mais je t'assure que c'est la fin...

By morning, both teenagers were laid out on the floor in front of Tyler's Xbox. The music had finished it's cycle, and all was silent and sunlit in the room. Cyrus was the first of the boys to wake up, and with a groan and a throbbing headache he regretfully opened his eyes. He really just wanted to sleep a little longer but his stomach was turning over, demanding to be emptied immediately. Before he hurled onto the floor beside him he rushed up in automatic drive and found his way out into the hall, and into the bathroom.

He heaved last night's party up into the toilet, making it just in time as the vomit spilled up and splattered with a disgusting sound into the bowl below his face. Seeing, smelling, and tasting the bile only encouraged more vomiting until he finished off dry heaving pathetically. It took a few minutes for him to get a hold of himself, but once he did he stood up, wiping some of the puke from his mouth and turning on the sink's faucet. He ran his hands under the water, washed out his mouth, and finally splashed cold water onto his face before flushing the toilet and returning to Tyler's room. Tyler wasn't awake yet, and it didn't seem Emma was either. Cyrus sat down, his stomach still twisting nauseatingly around, and his head was throbbing annoyingly. He walked over to Emma, crashed out on Tyler's bed and shook her awake gently. They had to get back to their respective group homes sooner than later. Emma would probably get the worst since Cyrus was already scheduled to be out of the group home sooner or later. Which was unfortunate, and through Cyrus's sickness, he was starting to feel a little bit guilty for dragging her out like this despite the rules.

"Emma..." He whispered. "Hey, wake up."

It was then that Tyler started groaning, but he woke up just enough to turn off the Xbox before rolling back over on the carpet and falling back asleep.

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Emma grumbled a little and rolled over when Cyrus shook her and told her to wake up. She wasn't ready to wake up. "Hm?" She mumbled without opening her eyes. She could feel the headache now that she was conscious again. Then, suddenly realizing she was still in just her sweater and her underwear, she jolted upright, which made her head spin horribly. Flopping back down into a laying position, and covering her bright red face with her arms, she mumbled, "Where are my pants?" She was fully awake now that she had noticed that little detail, but her head was spinning too much for her to want to sit up again.

❥ Mais dis-moi adieu demain.
❥ Mais dis-moi adieu en chemin.
❥ Vas voir les autres, je n'en pense rien.
❥ Je t'ai aimé, mais je t'assure que c'est la fin...

"Uh..." Cyrus bit his lip, concerned for Emma and scanned the room around him. Tyler didn't have the most cleanest sleeping quarters, but then he remembered the cooler where his friend had stashed his clothes. Tyler had inadvertently also stashed the rest of Emma's clothing there to. Cyrus vaguely remembered hanging them up somewhere.... oh! yes! He'd hung them up by the window, which he meant to leave open so they'd all dry faster, but oh well.

Bringing her her jeans, and whatever else she had he also began to slip on his own jeans, which were cold and damp still. Then he slipped on his shirt. With a proud smile at finding her he winked at her, holding his hoodie in one hand at his side.

"Gotta hangover?" He asked, knowing by the loss of color in her face that she probably did. They might have to sneak out, and waking Tyler was like waking a ton of bricks with the idea that they might be sentient. "when you're ready, we'll head back. I still have some money left over from the chores, so we can stop somewhere and get breakfast or some water."

((kinda forgot about Coral. sweatdrop ))