Post by whisp. on Jun 22, 2011 1:15:00 GMT -5
There was so much noise. Laughter from the gentlemen (although they could hardly call themselves that) and giggles from the ladies. There was sloshing of drinks and the click of lighters. There was chatter and there were moans. There was the crackling of a fire and the rustling of the forest. One of Jasper’s arms was draped lazily around a Pretty Face while his other hand fed him gulps of gin and puffs of cigarettes. It was a messy, dirty night that only members of the Studs could truly appreciate. They had all the ingredients for a good night and none of them were going to waste it.
“Jasper, am I the prettiest?” she cooed into his ear and he only had to flash her a smile in order to reassure her question. Of course she wasn’t the prettiest, but she was probably the best he was going to get tonight.
“To the Studs!” one member yelled out, chugging his glass and then immediately pressing his lips against a girl to his right.
This was the kind of night Jasper could enjoy. There were no classes, no doctor’s appointments, and no worried faces; just simply and elegantly a party. He had friends and girls. There was alcohol to be drunk and cigarette’s to be smoked. There was no one telling him no and there was no holding back. The pretty face was now whispering something in his ear and was allowing her lips to drag down his neck. A shudder coursed through his body and he took a long swig of his drink. “come on…” he said hoarsely before leading her away from the main group into some trees where they would be allowed to have some privacy.
It was dark but Jasper knew all the good spots. He’d visited them several times before and even intoxicated could still work the paths. At least…he thought he did a damn good job. And who would judge? The Pretty face wasn’t doing much better. At last he pushed her up against a tree and allowed his lips and hands to explore her body. Moans drifted into the air from throughout the trees as dirty deeds were being done. The night went on as such. Drinking. Cigarettes. Sloppy sex. It was all spinning so fast. The laughter, the drinking, and the girls. Another night for Jasper.
The shock of the sunrise was still, as always, a painful surprise.
There was a groan that Jasper suddenly realized was his own and he pushed himself up off the ground in a sitting position. His hands rubbed his entire face as if pulling off the mask from the night before. It was no use though because the grogginess and pain still settled in full force. He coughed hard and pounded his chest lightly which only caused his head to hurt worse. Eventually he worked up the courage to open his eyes fully and discovered he was off by himself, surrounded by a field and empty bottles.
”dammit…” He mumbled and sighed before another realization caused another coughing spree. He didn’t have his pants which contained the medicine he was too intoxicated to take. ”Dammit, dammit, dammit!” He coughed harder, shaking his whole body and causing him to delay his pants search. He managed to hoist himself up to get a better idea of where he was. [/b]”Fucking fantastic.”[/b] Jasper coughed again, hunching over as the pain carried throughout his entire body. He wasn’t sure quite where the hangover ended and his disease kicked in, all he knew was that he hurt like hell and he was naked.
And thus his nude adventure began. [/size]
(ohhey. Just a reminder Jasper has a disease where he’s pretty much going to die by thirty. This disease attacks his respiratory system and the medicine allows him to breathe easier. If he’s not real consistent with it, it causes him to have these coughing attacks which can lead to hospitalizations and what not. And no one knows about it because he’s never told anyone. Oh, and sorry that this really really really really really really really sucked.)
“Jasper, am I the prettiest?” she cooed into his ear and he only had to flash her a smile in order to reassure her question. Of course she wasn’t the prettiest, but she was probably the best he was going to get tonight.
“To the Studs!” one member yelled out, chugging his glass and then immediately pressing his lips against a girl to his right.
This was the kind of night Jasper could enjoy. There were no classes, no doctor’s appointments, and no worried faces; just simply and elegantly a party. He had friends and girls. There was alcohol to be drunk and cigarette’s to be smoked. There was no one telling him no and there was no holding back. The pretty face was now whispering something in his ear and was allowing her lips to drag down his neck. A shudder coursed through his body and he took a long swig of his drink. “come on…” he said hoarsely before leading her away from the main group into some trees where they would be allowed to have some privacy.
It was dark but Jasper knew all the good spots. He’d visited them several times before and even intoxicated could still work the paths. At least…he thought he did a damn good job. And who would judge? The Pretty face wasn’t doing much better. At last he pushed her up against a tree and allowed his lips and hands to explore her body. Moans drifted into the air from throughout the trees as dirty deeds were being done. The night went on as such. Drinking. Cigarettes. Sloppy sex. It was all spinning so fast. The laughter, the drinking, and the girls. Another night for Jasper.
The shock of the sunrise was still, as always, a painful surprise.
There was a groan that Jasper suddenly realized was his own and he pushed himself up off the ground in a sitting position. His hands rubbed his entire face as if pulling off the mask from the night before. It was no use though because the grogginess and pain still settled in full force. He coughed hard and pounded his chest lightly which only caused his head to hurt worse. Eventually he worked up the courage to open his eyes fully and discovered he was off by himself, surrounded by a field and empty bottles.
”dammit…” He mumbled and sighed before another realization caused another coughing spree. He didn’t have his pants which contained the medicine he was too intoxicated to take. ”Dammit, dammit, dammit!” He coughed harder, shaking his whole body and causing him to delay his pants search. He managed to hoist himself up to get a better idea of where he was. [/b]”Fucking fantastic.”[/b] Jasper coughed again, hunching over as the pain carried throughout his entire body. He wasn’t sure quite where the hangover ended and his disease kicked in, all he knew was that he hurt like hell and he was naked.
And thus his nude adventure began. [/size]
(ohhey. Just a reminder Jasper has a disease where he’s pretty much going to die by thirty. This disease attacks his respiratory system and the medicine allows him to breathe easier. If he’s not real consistent with it, it causes him to have these coughing attacks which can lead to hospitalizations and what not. And no one knows about it because he’s never told anyone. Oh, and sorry that this really really really really really really really sucked.)
