Fairy Tail RP

“Nobody.” *Freya stands.* “I wanna dance. I wanna do a something.” // *Medea gets her arms around Orion’s neck and she lifts her leg against him.*

“Or Not well enough.” *Fenwick replies.*

Orion slides an arm under her leg to support her as he continues to kiss her.//"I see. Mind if I take a seat beside you?" Willow asked.

He shakes his head and motions for her to sit. “Go ahead.” // Rosemary looks out amongst the party goers. “Get me a drink.”

Atticus watches Orion and Medea make out. “Well shit.” He chuckles. “What a ride. I’d say we could dance. But again, I can’t.”

Willow plops down beside him with a drink in hand "having fun?"

*Medea grabs at his face lightly, her other arm still draped across his neck.* // *Fenwick disappears into the crowd. He returns moments later with two drinks.* // “You could do what all the other guys do while I dance with you.” *Freya says.*

He glances over his shoulder at the house. “Yeah.” // Rosemary hides her shock that it actually worked and takes the drink. “Thanks.”

Atticus sighs, “Alright, fine. But only because I’m like drunk.” He stands up, shaking his head, downing another shot.

“I’ve gotta be useful to someone.” *Fenwick says, sipping his own drink.* // “Sick. Let’s go.” *Freya grabs Atticus and heads to the dance floor, almost as if she’s become a different person, her hips sway and she starts to move with the music.* //

"I'm enjoying seeing Washington make a damn fool of himself. Though what's her name ran out. Poor girl." Willow sips.//Orion gently bites her lip before pulling away and smiles. "Damn."

*Medea smiles and leans forward, then down as she vomits all over Orion’s shoes.*

Atticus moves infront, already unsure what to do. (Night)

Orion grimaces "gross." He steps back

“Did Melody leave him?” He asks. “I thought she’d keep him occupied a little longer.” // “Well, thanks anyways.” Rosemary sips her drink.

*Freya giggles and pulls Atticus close.* “It’s not that hard. Feel what I’m doinf? Do it too.” // *Medea feels a blush cross her face the likes of which have never been seen. She runs off into the nearest bathroom.*

"No. He made her look pretty embarrased." Willow stretches.//Orion also goes to a bathroom to clean up.

Atticus sighs. “Okay. Okay.” He steps closer, entwining their bodies.

“How many drinks to get you drunk enough to find me hot?” *Fenwick asks.*

“That’s good.” *As Freya begins to grind their bodies together, it draws another crowd.*

“Oh...that’s too bed....excuse me.” Salem stands and enters the house, then returns with a drink and he sits next to her. “I’ve never been drunk before.” // Rosemary leans forward to look his face over. “Hmmm. I don’t know.”

“5? 6?” *Fenwick asks. Going over the same question in his head.*

"I dont drink a lot." Willow shrugs.

He peers into the cup. “I’m trying to decide whether I want to or not. “ // Rosemary shrugs. “Sure. You’re not that bad looking, but I’d start around three.”

“Three? And that’s number 2? I’ll be right back.” *Fenwick vanishes only to return with another drink.*