Status: [updated 12/07/14]
The Brat Pack
Why'd You Do That?
Lame. That's the only word Claire can think to describe this party. She glances at the watch on her wrist. It's nearly ten. She has to beat her parents home before eleven so she can take a shower. She grabs a strand of her hair and takes a sniff, wrinkling her nose. Yeah, she's never came home from "studying with Ella" smelling like this before. Well, okay, there was that one time...
Claire shakes her head to clear it. "Hey, Cherry!" She turns around, unamused.
"So you do answer to that nickname, huh? It's kinda like calling a dog," Johnny Ore says with a smile. A tanned drunk girl is loosely clinging to his arm, her black hair longer than her miniskirt. Johnny motions to the pitcher in his hand and then Claire's red cup. "Need a refill?"
Claire turns back around and lifts her middle finger over her shoulder. She can hear Johnny laughing as she walks away.
It takes a minute for Claire to realize she's on the other side of the house now. It's less crowded here, the music harder to hear. She sighs. Finally, some quiet. She pushes open the first door she sees, a guest room she thinks, and drops her cup to the floor. The two half-naked figures on the bed look up, panting.
Claire squints into the dark. "Ella?!"
Ella pulls one of the sheets up to cover her brassiere. "Oh, Claire! Oh, thank God it's only you!"
Claire nods her head, looking back into the empty hall and pointing. "I'm uh, just gonna go now."
From under the covers James SomebodyOrOther, who probably has a class with Claire during whatever period, peers out, smiling at her. "Hey, wanna join?"
Claire shuts the door just as she hears the resonating smack from Ella, shuddering. Glancing down, she notices dark liquid creeping out from under the door. She puts her hand over her mouth and moves her shoes, praying that either: one, Stubbie's parents don't use this room often (and from the recent scene, she's really hoping for this) or two, the stain comes out easily before anyone notices.
She knocks on the next door and waits a few seconds. When no one answers, she opens it.
The great thing about Stubbie's house is that he has three huge walk-in closets; two downstairs and one upstairs. And thankfully this one is unoccupied.
Claire snaps on the light and looks at the different hanging garments belonging to Stubbie's mother, running her hand over a beautiful brown fur coat.
The door slams shut behind her, the lock clicking into place. She starts to turn around just as he grabs her arm, pushing her gently against the wall. He places his hands on either side of her, tilting his head and studying her.
She feels her breath hitch. "Hi," she whispers.
"Hi," he whispers back.
And then Bender is turning out the light, his mouth easily finding hers.
Claire shakes her head to clear it. "Hey, Cherry!" She turns around, unamused.
"So you do answer to that nickname, huh? It's kinda like calling a dog," Johnny Ore says with a smile. A tanned drunk girl is loosely clinging to his arm, her black hair longer than her miniskirt. Johnny motions to the pitcher in his hand and then Claire's red cup. "Need a refill?"
Claire turns back around and lifts her middle finger over her shoulder. She can hear Johnny laughing as she walks away.
It takes a minute for Claire to realize she's on the other side of the house now. It's less crowded here, the music harder to hear. She sighs. Finally, some quiet. She pushes open the first door she sees, a guest room she thinks, and drops her cup to the floor. The two half-naked figures on the bed look up, panting.
Claire squints into the dark. "Ella?!"
Ella pulls one of the sheets up to cover her brassiere. "Oh, Claire! Oh, thank God it's only you!"
Claire nods her head, looking back into the empty hall and pointing. "I'm uh, just gonna go now."
From under the covers James SomebodyOrOther, who probably has a class with Claire during whatever period, peers out, smiling at her. "Hey, wanna join?"
Claire shuts the door just as she hears the resonating smack from Ella, shuddering. Glancing down, she notices dark liquid creeping out from under the door. She puts her hand over her mouth and moves her shoes, praying that either: one, Stubbie's parents don't use this room often (and from the recent scene, she's really hoping for this) or two, the stain comes out easily before anyone notices.
She knocks on the next door and waits a few seconds. When no one answers, she opens it.
The great thing about Stubbie's house is that he has three huge walk-in closets; two downstairs and one upstairs. And thankfully this one is unoccupied.
Claire snaps on the light and looks at the different hanging garments belonging to Stubbie's mother, running her hand over a beautiful brown fur coat.
The door slams shut behind her, the lock clicking into place. She starts to turn around just as he grabs her arm, pushing her gently against the wall. He places his hands on either side of her, tilting his head and studying her.
She feels her breath hitch. "Hi," she whispers.
"Hi," he whispers back.
And then Bender is turning out the light, his mouth easily finding hers.