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Raising an eyebrow at Malcom, Mariana looked him up and down, it didn’t look like most of the guys put too much effort into their outfits. “Suenas como un asqueroso” He wanted to hear her but he wouldn’t understand her. “Complement and look all you want but I can’t promise you’ll get your hand back if you touch.”

“I love it when you talk dirty to me.” Malcom teased, not knowing what she was saying, but it was still nonetheless hot. Scratching at his head, he was trying his best to read her, getting the vibe that his forwardness wasn’t something she was into. But that’s just who he is and what he’s about. “Oh, you want my hand? Just say the word, baby and it’s yours.” Showing he was kidding and backing down, he searched around the room. “You drinkin’ tonight?”

“Hm?” She furrowed her brows when the other touched her costume. Upon hearing what he said, the corner of her lips stretched outwards until she was wearing a full on grin. Siona laughed. “Cute. Don’t think I’ve heard that one before."  She did a short mock model walk to show off her costume. The alcohol in her body had her feeling a bit more playful than usual. "Thanks. Now lemme see yours.”

bringing one hand up that was balled into a fist, he bit down on it as he watched her move. “strut it.” he called out with a grin, not even worried about checking out her tits and ass. “you want me to top that walk?” mack moved in his trashbag, walking like she did before back to her, he was shirtless so felt like that could make up for the lack of creativity. “this is supposed to be a representation of how big my condoms have to be.” mj joked, shooting her a wink thinking she might be into the artsy spin he put on it.

amina knew she’d struck luck bumping into malcom, seeing as how compliant he was being. ‘ i hope you’re not going to keep taking this apart, people wouldn’t be able to cope if they got to see me naked. but i’ll let you keep that one for yourself. ‘ she smirked, looking down at the trashbag. ‘ original. ‘ she said sarcastically as she put her cocaine away to take hold of the drink she was being handed. ‘ well, daddy, i have nothing to worry from in regards to getting caught, nobody can take advantage of me. ‘ she said cheerfully, bringing the liquor  to her lips.

amina walked into the party wearing a mini-dress made entirely out of polaroids of herself - the pinnacle of narcissism. walking up to the first person that she could see, she extended her arm and tapped the person on their arm lightly. ‘ i don’t seem to see any servers, so i’d expect you’d be able to find me a glass of champagne. ‘ she instructed, taking her small bag of cocaine from her purse and bumping a key of it.

a smirk preyed onto his lips as he gave a tilt of his head, “babe, you should know that by now i’m the KING of entrances.” most of the campus knew how extra teddy was and how much he loved attention, literally going as far as keeping glitter in his pockets just to throw it on the right occasions. “and clearly you’ve never been on the receiving end of one of my infamous dick suckings. worth more than money. fuck, i hope he didn’t get busted.” he gave a nod of his head, “got it. will keep asking around. in the mean time, come on. let’s do shots. what are ya drinking?”

“hate to burst your bubble, teddy bear, but i only like chicks on my dick.” he said with a shrug before brightening up his face to reassure him that he didn’t mean any harm with it. “but do you. get that molly and make that guy scream. i’m rooting for you. really.” malcom let him know with a pat to his bicep before nodding. “shots it is. jager or vodka’s usually my go to.” mack told him, following the guys lead, knowing he needed warm alcohol in his system before he started to hit on all the ladies, hoping that he would be able to pull one or two at a time because he was overdue for a hookup. 

“whose DICK do i need to suck in order to score some molly?” the dean’s son asked with a pout, nothing but a stuffed animal covering his crotch as he draped an arm around the nearest person, “i can’t get ahold of my fucking dealer.”

“damn, that was one hell of an entrance.” malcom said, his hand raising to run over his head as he looked at the kid with a face that didn’t know if he was joking or not. teddy being the dean son, you could never trust him in macks eyes. “your dealer probably sick of hearing bout dick sucking as payment. paper usually works better.” patting his shoulder, he pointed in someone’s direction. “ask the brother’s here. that’s their responsibility, but my guess would be eddies.”

          “ extra  whipped  cream ,  huh ? ”  caterina  remarks  with  a  smirk ,  crossing  her  arms  in  front  of  her  chest ,  “ very  ‘ baller ’  of  you . ”  the  only  intention  she  has  is  to  just  mess  with  the  guy  out  of  pure  boredom  —– and  is  there  anything  more  fun  than  that ?  the  answer  to  her  question  is  that  there  must  be ;  but  it’s  too  early  in  the  day  to  use  analytical  thinking  and  cat  hasn’t  had  her  drink  yet ,  which  leaves  them  there .  “ and  no ,  thank  you . ”  the  brunette  replies ,  moving  closer  to  the  cashier  as  she  prepares  to  order .  “ as  kind  as  your  offer  is ,  i  wouldn’t  wanna  undermine  my  confidence . ”

“always extra.” malcom said with a wink and a bite of his bottom lip, drawing it out with his head moving from side to side. “you know me. always looking to score.” cat was always the fun girl to flirt with, she could dish and take it like a champ in his opinion. she kept you on your toes, held her own, it was sexy. “a woman who likes to ball out on her own. i feel it, i like it.” sipping his drink, he moved out of her way to let her pay. last thing he would want is to come off as trying too hard. “could we at least kick it and drink our drinks together?” asking with a cock of his brows through his sip of the straw in front of him, he leaned against the counter in hopes that she wouldn’t turn him down. especially in front of his favorite cashier lady on campus. “what do you say, ms. mary? shouldn’t she have a drink with me? or should i pull out pictures of my daughter to really seal the deal?” he asked, already reaching for his phone.

“From what I’ve seen most people in this school get things for free.” She was proud her English was getting better, but her accent was still thick. “Baller? Which ball do you play?” The sports of this school wasn’t something Mariana had kept up with, she’d been too busy with her studies and the social aspect. Sports had never been something she was good at so she never had a reason to pay that much attention to it.

That accent was attractive and it had Malcom needing another sip as he approached her slowly. The need to wet his lips and throat was a must to keep himself all calm, cool and collected. But accents were a weakness since he spent many summers overseas playing ball.  “Basketball. Very good with my hands and juggling things.” He told her, raising up the cup to show her them as he took in her looks at the same time. She wasn’t someone he’d met yet, but that was changing as they spoke. “The names Malcom. Malcom Jordan.” Pointing to the smoothie stand, he offered her a smirk. “Can I be the first guy on campus to get you a non alcoholic drink?”

    sienna watched with furrowed eyebrows and amusement glistening in her eyes as malcom takes the cream from his finger, feeling a remark following not so long after, “that is very unsanitary.” she noted with a chuckle, long acrylics now taping over the plastic lid of her cup, where her black coffee was steaming under, and she offered the male a grin when he flexed his student card. “i’m perfectly good,” she raised her own cup, to make it fall into the boy’s field of vision, “thanks, though.”