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Post by Jackson Frost on Dec 23, 2007 22:48:25 GMT -5
The roar of a Black Ford F250 with a 7 inch lift, twin diesel exhaust pipes, coming out of the bed, extended cab. Mudtires. 4x4 was heard in the farmlands of Frost Acres.. Jackson's parents were out for the weekend, and he had a notiroity of knowing how to throw a pretty damn decent party. He whipped into his parking space, which was gravelled over.. near some other jacked up farm trucks, where his family members parked some of their trucks for farmwork. Hank Williams Jr.'s song, Whiskey on Ice was blaring over the radio speakers as he shut off the ignition, he placed his keys in his pocket and stepped out of the truck.. locking his doors as his boots began to clank against the wet surface of the slick gravel.
Frost stood at a solemn 6 feet 1 inch tall, and weighed in at about 149 pounds. About 45 precent of this weight was muscle, which Frost gained from working on the farm all of his childhood years. This was Frost's second week in Drakesville, and already the girls were gawking over him, and the teachers were fretting him. Frost had already got his position across as the "head bull" of the rednecks at the school, and in Drakesville. They all looked up to him, and he was a senior, so he was living the life..
The attire of Jack was a simple one tonight, and consisted of some brown leather cowboy looking workboots, and his tight nuthugger Wrangler jeans, and his tucked in long sleeve Camoflauge shirt. A tanned thick carhartt jacket, His large beltbuckle with a J engraved in it was also visible. He had on a tanned carhartt jacket and a camoflauge John Deere hat as he made his way closer towards the doors of the garage, which was empty, for the party.
His keys were in his pocket, and in his back pocket, the left one held a dip can, full of Copenhagen, and the other back pocket held his wallet. A skoal ring was visible in his left pocket, and an imprint of his wallet was visible in the right. He had some loose change, and a lighter and his pocketknife in the other pocket, which was free. He opened the doors of the garage and walked in, the wind blowing the rain behind him, he automatically felt the warmth of the heater in the garage..
On the tables in the garage were fifts of whiskey, vodka, 2 kegs of beer, and several dozen packs of diffrent beers. And he expected others to bring their own beer. He went over, and grabbed a pint of his favorite Whiskey, Wild Turkey, and took a shot.. waiting for people to arrive.. He went outside, pulling some wood into a pile.. and he poured some diesel fuel on it, and took out his lighter from his pocket, he sat the flame to the soaked wood and watched as it engulfed in flames. He made sure the fire was away from the garage a good distance though.... Now it was a waiting game.
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Post by elle on Dec 23, 2007 23:07:41 GMT -5
Her eyes stared at the doorbell, wondering how many people had shown up already or if she was the only one. She stood in front of the door, pressing her finger against the doorbell. She was freezing in the denim skirt and maroon tank top she wore. The brown scarf that wrapped around her neck, kept her slightly warm, but the brown boots she wore made her feet and lower legs the warmest. She had to say that she looked very cute, and it was all for the party.
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Post by Marinna Neilson on Dec 23, 2007 23:08:56 GMT -5
Marinna pulled up in her sunburst orange, chevy cobalt. It was near impossible not to notice her when she did. More so, when she was parked next to a bunch of beat up old trucks. Turning of her ignition, Marinna grabbed her tan purse. Thoroughly excited to be at another amazing party thrown by none other than Jackson Frost, she happily stepped out of the vehicle.
Her outfit for the night, wasn't visible due to her big yellow raincoat complete with a hood to hide her straightened, blonde hair. Underneath, were layers of clothing. There was no way Rinna was about to be caught dead in the middle of Winter freezing to death while drunk. Her torso was covered in a light blue short sleeved shirt, topped with a dark blue v-neck sweater with green, purple and light blue stripes. Over that, was a tan blazer that was buttoned up, along with a light blue, green and purple scarf around her neck.
Her lower half consisted of two pairs of tan colored leggings and a pair of dark, destroyed denim jeans with millions of holes. Holes, well that's where the leggings came in. They kept her legs warmer than just having the holes themselves. Her feet, were covered in a pair of tan boots with a heel. She was definitely dressed warm for such an occassion.
After spotting Jackson near the garage, Marinna walked over to join him. "Could you use a little company?" she asked as she sat down near him, her yellow raincoat flowing in the wind. "How many people are planning on showing up this time?" she asked curiously. Jackson's parties had grown even more popular from the first night he came in to town. "Oh, by the way, I didn't get the chance to bring anything to drink tonight, so I guess I'm going to pass."
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Post by Jackson Frost on Dec 23, 2007 23:13:16 GMT -5
Jackson heard her car pull uip as he fixed the beer.. He put his fifth of whiskey down on the floor of the garage as he headed up behind her.. He tapped her on the shoulder.. "Hey darlin, the party is out here.. But we got a fire goin, so it shouldnt be too cold, and if it is, I got ya a jacket you can borrow.." He said, as he smirked.. He put an arm around her and lead her over to the fire, which had couches all around it, and lawn chairs.. He left the garage door open so people could go in and get beer as they wished. "There's ya a seat.. I'm sure people will be filing in shortly..
He headed towards the house after he got her settled down, and soon thereafter he came back out with a stereo. He hooked it up in the garage, it was blaring some country music.. He then got in his truck, cranked it, and pulled it around so the back of it was facing the fire.. He stepped out of his truck after turning the ignition off, he let the tailgate down and took a seat on it.. looking around.. He opened a Budlight longneck and he began to swig it.. It would take maybe 23 more of these, plus some hard liqour, before he was lit.
He then stepped off of the bed of the truck as he walked up to Marinna with the beer in hand.. "Hey there, I expect about 50 or so people here tonight.. It's bring your own beer if your a man.. But ladies drink free.. I'm about to make some hootch.." He smirked at her as he slowly took a peach cigar out of the pocket of his jacket and put it to his lips, he then reached in his pocket and lit the cigar, taking a drag off of it.. he put the lighter away.. He could taste the peaches on his lips.
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Post by Dzhastyn Dzhiize on Dec 23, 2007 23:22:54 GMT -5
Dzhastyn walked up with his case of Mountain Crest. He already swore to himself he would gaurd his beer jealously. Its impossible to get anymore and he only brought 6 cases with him. Mentally berating himself he did up his top button. It was pretty cold. He was wearing a black burton long sleeve shirt with a "Frankie Says Relax" t shirt underneath. His denim jeans were a bit tighter but not girlish. His trendy white belt was hidden partially under his shirt but the Transformers belt buckle he made at work was visible. He purposely tucked in the front of his shirt to show it off.
He rang the doorbell and opened a beer for the wait. Than hoped he would get in. Being new to places sucked.
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Post by Marinna Neilson on Dec 23, 2007 23:29:55 GMT -5
"Why thank you, sweetie," Marinna replied at the sight of the beer, "I meant to bring something, but I didn't get the chance. I'm really sorry." Marinna looked up as Jackson took out the cigar. She rolled her eyes and created a look of disgust. "Jacky Poo," she began, "You know I hate when you smoke those silly old things." It was true, Marinna was no fan of cigarette or cigar smoke. Although, the occassional smell of pot could be found on her, not tonight but occassionally.
Taking the hood of her raincoat off of her head, she shook her hair to put it back into place. "I hate rainy-type days," she said with a sigh. After opening the bottle of beer, she took two gulps and walked over to the couches. Taking a seat, she unbuttoned her raincoat to show off her amazing, warm outfit.
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Post by elle on Dec 23, 2007 23:33:06 GMT -5
Claire looked around at the cowboy, smiling as he offered her his jacket.. she took a seat on the couch beside the fire and rubbed her hands together.. Her legs were kind of cold.. So she stood up and headed for her car.. She reached inside of it and grabbed the blanket she had brought with her.. on the way back she saw Dzhastyn at the door.. "Hey, um.. Dzhastyn.." She said, waving him over.. "Party's outside.." She then headed for the couch, going kind of slow so he could catch up.. She then took a seat on one of the couches and pulled the blanket over her.. to keep warmer.
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Post by Dzhastyn Dzhiize on Dec 23, 2007 23:35:18 GMT -5
He finished the beer and had opened another. He figured these guys were gunna be the same as the ones he grew up with. The cowboy type. So he had to start drinking early to keep up later on. He turned around when he heard Claire and smiled at her. Picking up his case he caught up to her and joined her on the couch. "Hey Claire. Hows it going?"
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Post by Jackson Frost on Dec 23, 2007 23:41:05 GMT -5
Jackson downed the beer the rest of the way as he seen more people pull up, he chucked the bottle into the fire, as he walked into the garage, picking up his Wild Turkey whiskey and taking a couple of shots of it in one gulp.. He cringed as it burnt all the way down.. He put the bottle in his pocket and he walked back outside.. Gary Allan's song, Runaway was playing.. He stood by Rinna, looking at the fire after he got his turkey, he held a beer in his hand.. "Go ahead and put it in if ya want to.. Kid Rock is pretty good, I guess.." He said, pointing ot a Kid Rock CD laying on the picnic table..
He then finished off his beer, dropping the empty bottle on the gravel listening to it shatter as he walked over to the fire.. He sighed.. he took out his turkey and took one of the biggest gulps of it of the night.. He put the bottle back in his pocket, and he stumbled a bit.. He then hopped back up onto the bed of his truck, and he sighed.. He was feeling a tad bit buzzed.. He then took another drag off of his cigar, looked at Rinna and smiled.. "Did ya have fun last night?" noting their little sexual encounter in his basement/room.
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Post by Marinna Neilson on Dec 23, 2007 23:46:30 GMT -5
Marinna's faced glowed at the question and a huge smile crossed her face. "Of course not," she teased as she walked over closer to his truck, "What about you?" She put the beer bottle to her lips and took another drink. She wasn't as fast at the drinking thing, but she'd catch up well on her own.
She found herself staring at Jackson everytime he reached in the cooler for another drink. He had a cute butt, all cowboys did. How could she resist? "Actually, I wouldn't mind another go at it some other time," she said a little flirty as she played with the v-neck of her sweater.
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Post by elle on Dec 24, 2007 0:00:39 GMT -5
Claire smiled at Dzhastyn.. she patted the seat next to her hoping he would join her.. She smiled as she snuggled up more in the cover.. she then raised her head to look at the snow fall.. "I am not up to much, how about you? Hey, what kind of beer is that? I've never seen it before.." She said, looking at the beer in his hand.. She sighed a bit, waiting for him to sit by her so maybe she could get more warmth.. from his body... to hers...no not in the perverted way..
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Post by Dzhastyn Dzhiize on Dec 24, 2007 0:07:34 GMT -5
He noticed her shiver and sat closer. "let me under there. Im pretty much a furnace. It might keep you warm." He downed the rest of his beer and cracked open his third. He never could drink as much as the cowboys but he wasn't some slouch rich kid either. "Its Mountain Crest. Best beer in the world. Made in Calgary, Alberta. Im really possesive of it. Cant get it anywhere else..." He took a swig. "Maybe Ill let you try some. later." He flashed her a smile and a quick wink.
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Post by Jackson Frost on Dec 24, 2007 0:10:17 GMT -5
Jackson looked down at the fire, he stood up, seeing the man stare at him across the fire.. He smirked at Ree.. "Sure baby.. any time.." His attention then turned from her as he smacked her on the ass. He glared, taking another swig of his Wild Turkey he approached the young man, Dzhastyn looking at him, a few of his close friends, all dressed almost like him, followed him.. trying to hold him back, asking him what he was doing and things like that.. He just shrugged it off and kept walking, they kept following.. He was stumbling, and clearly, was drunk off his ass.. He approached the pair, loking at Dzhastyn dead in the eye.. Somthing was about to go down..
And with this.. "Fuck you" A slurred, southern drunken accent proclaimed.. As Jackson turned around facing away from Dzhastyn and began punching the wind.. He then got down on his knees as if he was ontop of someone, and he began to punch the moist ground.. "Aww hell naw!" His friends snickered as they pulled Jack up off the ground, trying to hold him back as they walked back over to the fire, they all gave Dzhastyn and Claire a weird look.. as if they had no clue what was going on.. Jackson didnt either..
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Post by Dzhastyn Dzhiize on Dec 24, 2007 0:14:14 GMT -5
Dzhastyn looked at Jackson punching the ground and got up. He walked over to him and said a quick "hey. Hows it going man?" He knew he was risking getting punched in the face but he knew abit about the rodeo's and this guys bruises said he liked to enter. Hopefully the similarities would be a common bond and Dzhastyn wouldn't find himself eating a punch sometime that night.
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Post by Marinna Neilson on Dec 24, 2007 0:14:53 GMT -5
Jackson had tried to punch some kid that wasn't really there. But by this time, Marinna was on her fourth beer. "Jackson, baby," she said, "There wasn't anyone there." Taking another drink of her beer, she walked over and gave him an innocent hug. She had only wanted to have his arms around her. His warmth to make her feel content.
Marinna was feeling a slight buzz, but she wasn't near Jackson's level just yet. Then again, she wasn't drinking Wild Turkey from the bottle. Or even, and Wild Turkey at all. "Jack, you got any vodka around and maybe a bit of juice?" she asked curiously as she grabbed his arm.
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