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The Beach: Ramona and Kate's I'm-Not-Going-To-College College Party [Thursday evening]

Ramona didn't do it often, but girl knew how to throw a party. Granted, at the age of seventeen, she hadn't been to a ton of college parties, but she'd been to enough to emulate them effectively.

She'd gotten to the beach early enough to set up a couple beer pong tables, along with one for flip cup. There were several kegs of (really, really cheap -- might as well go for the full college draw here) beer, and nearby those, she'd placed an assortment of liquors and mixers. There was no bartender or anything for this party -- not only to fit with the theme, but also because Ramona was cheap and practical. See also the traditional red party cups she'd gotten for their drinks!

There were, however, tiki torches and a bonfire, and she'd sprung for festive little umbrellas to go in the drinks. Ramona hadn't really wanted to go totally tropical for this thing, but she'd dressed relatively beachy for her -- she was wearing a sundress, at least, over her swimsuit, and she had a little white flower in her blue hair.

She was determined to make sure Kate didn't miss any of that vital college experience. Because clearly, this was the important stuff.

[up early for sp and to accommodate time zones since SOME people live in like the north pole or whatever! all students (except topher) are welcome!]

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Ooh. Tongue. Hello there, Kate's tongue. Ramona was more than happy to sneak her tongue out to touch Kate's, because tongues were fun. She was generally pro-tongue.

This was why Ramona didn't think when she was making out, or drunk, but especially not while both.

She vaguely heard Nathan, but only because he was fucking loud, but she wasn't processing it. She was way more absorbed in kissing Kate.

Bi-curious probably wasn't the term anymore. Probably ought to just nix the 'curious' part, since she was firmly on the team of girls being just as fun.

And Kate... Well, she'd liked heteroflexible as a term for a while now, and it seemed to hold true. She was straight but shit happened. And it was awesome. That wasn't going to save her from some potential embarrassment later but it was awesome. All that softness was awesome and different and new-ish.

Which was probably why it was taking so damn long for Nathan's voice to register. It was doing it, just slowly.

The alcohol may have been a factor too.

Psh, potential embarrassment later. Ramona had no need for that. She was hot, Kate was hot, shit happened. Now, if she'd made out with someone ugly, that could have totally been a problem.

But even if alcohol was a factor, she did sort of remember they were at a party and as much as she'd like to drag Kate off to a corner or something (...even if they were on a beach, where there were no corners, shhh), Ramona needed to have restraint. Particularly because there were boyfriends involved. Well. One boyfriend, and one commitment-phobic jackass.

So she pulled back, bumping her nose against Kate's a little as she did so, and murmured, "And we can check that off the list."

And that was when she heard the little clicky noise, and her glance slid sideways to Nathan and his phone. "Cut it out, asshole."

Yeah, Kate only realized she'd heard the noise after she heard Ramona chiding Nathan, because she'd kind of spent the moment in-between just grinning at the girl and looking a little dazed.

And then she grasped they'd had an audience. Her eyes widened and all she could think to do was to cover her mouth with her hand as she giggled a bit, drunkenly.

"Please don't be mad at me for that," Ramona said, waving at the blushing guy she had to assume was Kate's boyfriend. Nathan, of course, had run off in terror of having his phone confiscated, so she'd go catch up with him later. "You're a lucky man." She glanced back at Kate, smiling a little dopily still and added, "No, seriously, you're a good kisser. And there's your random lady-makeouts."

"Yeah," Kate said, oh so intelligently. "Thanks for the, uhm... party." Yes, that. "I should just, I'm just gonna go, you know --"

She made a slightly uncoordinated gesture in Bod's general direction. Yes, she should probably going to check him for signs of stroke or something.

"Make sure he's breathing?" Ramona supplied. "Yeah. I should go check on, um, mine, too. Different reasons. More related to whether we end up on the internet," she added conversationally, but she did toss in a flirty little wave. Just to kind of mess with Kate a little, because she was so flustered. And also 'cause Ramona was drunk.

"Oh this would be very minor compared to what's already online of me," Kate replied carelessly. Like a little drunkie. Her wave was less flirty, and a little more flaily. "So, I'll... see you later. Yes."

It seemed like a good time to bounce over to Bod.

Bod had no idea what to say or how to act after he'd just seen his girlfriend, the woman he really, really loved, making out with another girl. All he knew was that what he was feeling felt...really kind of intensely good.

He blinked at her and his tongue felt heavy. Yes, he was still speechless. And still staring.

And Kate didn't know what to do with herself, which was pretty obvious once she stopped in front of him, wringing her hands together and smiling still a little dazed.

"Hi," she breathed.

They were quite the pair.

Bod started to talk and ended up having to clear his throat just to get some sound out.

"Um." He blinked owlishly. "Hi. Hullo."

"Hullo," she replied, smiling a him, tilting her head a bit. "You okay?"

"I don't...exactly know what I am," he said and actually fanned himself a bit to cool down. "I'm hot."

"You're fanning yourself!" Excuse Kate for finding that priceless. She had a tendency to laugh at him, and it was worse when she was intoxicated like she was. "My God."

"Is that -- is that bad?" Bod asked, blinking at her again. "Should I...not be this affected? Perhaps I should take a walk to cool down?"

"No no, nonnonno," Kate said, and actually took a step closer, almost smirking a bit even if she was still a little wide-eyed with it all. "You should be affected."

"Yes, but I don't know if I should be affected like I am," he said a little helplessly. "I'm...hot."

"Well, I'm hot, Ramona's hot, and that was hot," Kate pointed out, "errrrrgo, you should be hot too!"

She was so smart.

"Yes, but you were kissing someone else," Bod said, sliding his fingers through his hair. "Isn't that supposed to upset me?"

It hadn't.

"Think that depends on situation," Kate replied brightly. "I don't think this called for being jealous. Are you jealous?"

"I really don't know what I'm feeling," he said again, wondering why this was so hard. "I'm just hot and...picturing it in my head over and over."

Kate was going to be a lot more helpful once she sobered up, which wasn't going to be happening for a while. "Maybe you need a stiff drink."

For one, once sober, she probably wasn't going to laugh at her word choice as much.

"No thank you," Bod said, shaking his head. "I'm not very fond of alcoholic drinks and I think it might foggy my thinking right now. It's already very, very foggy right now."

"How foggy?" Kate wondered. "Should I take you back to my roo-oom --" There really was no reason to sing-song that word, but she did. "-- and take care of you?"

Possibly dirty.

"You're...very intoxicated, Kate," he said, laughing and unable to completely reject that idea. "I think you might fall asleep if I got you near a bed."

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