BONUS MISSION- Happy Holidays~ <3

Ashton was about to give up, go home, leave her dress in her closet for another few year and just go to bed. But something made her want to stay. Maybe the urge to dance? Maybe just to talk? She didn't know. She looked over at Kiara and nodded awkwardly, things weren't doing so well. Just as Ashton was about to take a sip of her water she looked over at the dance floor. Game, forcefully, shoving his tongue down poor Adaila's throat. It looked like either one of them was choking, she couldn't tell. It looked nasty… Well, not like Ashton was afraid to kiss or anything, and yeah. Ashton tried to hold in her laughter as Ada took in all her strength and waked Game right up in his business. She couldn't hold it in any longer. Breaking the silence she just giggled, laughing at Game in all of his pain. He looked like he was going to die. "Looks like his dream of being a father is ruined." she said to no one in particular. God that was funny.

Game felt his tongue ripped from Adailia's mouth, the moment he saw her face, he realized that she was mad. That... Wasn't good. He frowned quickly, his eyes widening, as he attempted to jump away, but he was too late. A pain like a shock wave through his body, starting at his lower regions. Made him want to shout in a some girly shriek. Weak kneed, he fell onto his knees, and his screams were muted. Though if someone could possible hear it, it would deafen them, shatter glass, cause dogs to bark out of nowhere. God! It felt like someone had torn them off. He could vaguely here laughter from the table. Of course, a scowl appeared on his lips, but disappeared in a sudden wave of pain. He even heard a quick quip from somebody. He couldn't hear, his pain was too immense. "What the fuck, bitch!?" he shouted angrily, forgetting his morals of 'not shouting at girls'. All that had been gone.

Slowly, he rose to his feet, wishing for all that he was worth that Adailia was a boy so that he could punch her. All this for a kiss? He spit down on the dance floor, regretting even giving Adailia the time of day. That was fine with him. There were other girls much hotter than Adailia, she was just the first of many. Casually, he turned away from the girl, leaping off of the dance floor suddenly, and continuing to walk away. Shame burning in on his face. What would his parents think of him 'sneaking' a kiss so suddenly. His father wouldn't care, he had been the same way. His mother, not so much. Ugh... Why was he even thinking of them. That was a question, he would have to figure out later, as he walked off of the rooftop.

Adailia glared after him, the anger in her belly rising. What the heck did he even mean?! He should have known it was going to happen! Without one turn to look back, she stalked over to the table where all that alien stuff was. She grabbed a bottle of the strange-looking wine and yanked the cork out with her teeth. She was so mad she could kill something. The over-reactive auras, filled with laughter, only made it worse. She pulled the lip of the bottle up, taking a long pull and nearly throwing up at the revolting taste.

The alcohol was a warmth in her veins, erasing all emotions it touched and leaving her slightly calmer. She sat down on that same stool she'd had pulled over from when she first came in and took another swig, hating the bile that rose in her throat at the taste. She just wanted to forget it.

There might have been something between her and Game, but he ended all that as quickly as his good-looks and charm had wormed it's way into it. She wanted to punch him. Beat him so badly he couldn't walk. The idea appealed to her and she smiled darkly, her sip slower and smaller this time. The auras had toned down, way down. They weren't aching her head anymore. But she was still far from drunk. Still sober. "Can you believe the nerve of that guy?" she growled to anybody that would listen, her fingers turning white from the strain of not breaking the glass beneath her knuckles.

Xeda grinned, watching after Game for a little bit and then waltzed over to Adailia after telling Cezar to go do something or other for her, he gladly doing it since this night was too hectic to not do something to keep his mind off of it, not that it would.

The girl drank as she closed in on her and about the time when she was there she turned around, talking into no one in particular with the usual girl-guy dialogue of "Can you believe it?" just as angry as she was before. "Believe it or not, Adailia, you have to admit, spiced up the party a little right?" It did in her eyes.

The brunette glared harshly at Xeda. The aura was starting to come back around the other girl's form. She didn't want that. She took another long drink, surprised the bottle wasn't empty by now. Adailia snorted at Xeda's words. "Yeah, hah-hah. Really spicy, you know what I mean?" she said bitterly, lifting her eyebrows in a false attempt at humor.

She didn't want to feel anything anymore. Or ever again. Didn't want to feel the obvious laughter directed at her friend, who, for some reason, wanted them to be more than that. She'd screwed her chances with him into the ground with a hammer and chisel. But did she care? She couldn't remember. Another sip of the vile drink.

OOC: Holy crap. D< FAIL!

Xeda really couldn't see how she could stomach that bile. "Look, Adailia," she sighed, feeling like punching her for a second. She probaly wouldn't get her attention any other way. If she was like Cheryl then her words were already lost. "You've got to calm down. He kissed you and then you got more redemption then you really needed and now you're drinking some crappy alien shit. If it's anything like the stuff on Earth you're not going to be waking up too happy. The day is only going to get crappier from here."

She didn't actually have any experience past the drinking since she'd never been in some form of a relationship, but she knew enough to give some type of mediocre advise.

Adailia scowled and shoved the drink away. "Fine." she growled, clenching her teeth and jerking her head in Game's direction with vicious anger. "I can tell him I'm sorry when we get on that damn ship tomorrow." She was still going to have that hang-over... she could feel it in the very set of her bones.

"Good, see? It'll all work out." Xeda looked at the table, examining the boxes and then grabbing the one that had Adailia's name on it and gave it to her. "Now go to your room, open your present, go to bed, and experience the worst day of your life. It'll be great." She patted Adailia's back, kind of shoving her forward when she did. She was so worked up all the time that you'd think a good drink would unwind her, but it seemed to make her worse.

Kaira began to follow the sound of the new song, twisting her hair subconsciously up into a messy bun. And just as she started humming what she thought was the chorus... Game started French-kissing Adailia - parasite style. The way he was sucking on her face and surely jamming his tongue down her throat made her want to be sick. Until she saw Adailia's reaction.

The blood had drained from Game's face, and her roommate's own expression was infuriated as she held her knee up for just a moment longer. It took a moment for Kaira to process what had just happened; Adailia had just kneed Game in the nuts. Hard. "Holy shit, Adailia!" Kaira yelped instinctively, watching Game crumple to the floor.

After Game got up and left, cussing Adailia out pretty good, Kaira resumed shifting her weight between her legs, considering following him. But that would only hurt his pride, wouldn't it? And what would she say? 'Oh, hey Game. How are your balls feeling? Pretty bad, eh? Yeah. Hope they mend before your girlfriend or wife or whatever decides to lay you. Yep. Bye.' Yeah, no. Not happening.

So instead, she walked over to where Adailia was, downing a bottle of alien crap. The taller, older brunette growled something, and Kaira immediately thought she was talking to her. "Uh, uh, no..." She hoped Adailia wouldn't take note of her retarded answer. Trying to change the subject, Kaira pointed to the bottle in Adailia's hand. "What is that stuff? Is it any good?" It must be, considering her friend had almost finished the entire bottle already.

There was another one sitting on the table. So, without waiting for an answer, she picked it up and pulled the cork out with her teeth as Adailia had. And she took a great long gulp of it.

At first, there was nothing. Then her throat started to feel warm. The heat trickled down to her belly and spread through her limbs, warming her entire body. Kaira barely noted the flavour; it was plain, sort of metallic, and just a tad sweet. Mostly bitter and leaving a strange... dusty aftertaste, like breathing in the air of a room you haven't cleaned in a long time. It was hard to describe, but as Kaira smacked her lips, she decided she would try some more. And another long swig she took, letting the extraterrestrial wine enter her body.

OOC: Lawl fail. xD

"Great..." she grumbled sarcastically. Adailia hopped off the stool, wobbling slightly, and took the present without much interest from Xeda. After looking at Kaira, she decided not to say too much. She didn't want to destroy all her relationships. "Careful," she simply grumbled. "The stuff's killer." Then she stumbled over to the elevator, scowling still, and got in the elevator.

Bianca was in heaven, or at least as close as she could get. Teenage drama was just fantastic! And Game thinking of his mother while dancing with Adailia? Well that’s just humorous. Then starts trying to make-out with her. Gets a knee to the groin for it. They he stalks off and Adailia decides to drink her woes away. She should turn this into some soap opera. She put the instruction booklet back into the kit and made her way off the table. As soon as her feet hit the ground she made her way over to the others. “Someone should get Cheryl off the floor,” she suggested telepathically. She crept up to the drunken teenager sprawled out on the floor. “You’re going to regret missing that scene in the morning,” she told her, but it probably didn’t even register to her drunken mind. The stuff hit her hard. Too hard, really. Then she noticed the air around her was slightly blurred. She cautiously put a finger into the blurredness and felt a wave of confusion sweep over her. She blinked and took a step back. Her power just had to be coming into play. Did she somehow make herself more drunk with her power? Probably not on purpose, though. Hopefully not. She really couldn’t make sense of Cheryl’s mind, it was still a drunken jumble. But slowly it was getting a tab bit clearer. Subconscious removal of whatever was impairing her body. Namely the drunken covering of the senses and movement.

After the blurred manifested drunkenness faded away, Cheryl lifted her head. Her face was still a flushed from the alcohol but now she could actually make most sense of everything. She slowly sat up yet she still swayed. Using her power that much after just waking up wasn’t the best. She got to her feet and muttered, “Sleep.” Then she trudged over to the elevator and took it down. All that was in her mind was sleep and the chances of a hangover.

Well that was. . .a tad interesting. And now there was no need for someone to take Cheryl back to her room. Spared someone for a horrible time that would have been. Bianca shook her head and asked, “Is the party still on? Because all the forms of entertainment just left. Unless anyone else wants to get drunk and act like a crazy person.”