Jazzy
@mindlessnovamuses Jazz looks around at everyone around him. He’s just glad they’re all having a good time. It mattered a lot to him that people came and had a good time. His team won and that was worth celebrating. He knew that his house was the best for parties and his parents let him have them because they felt bad about his mothers affair. And that he was the product. His mother wanted to make it up to him. She was good at throwing money at him. And he supposed he could try and make that work. Jason feels arms close around him and he’s carried towards the keg. He rolls his eyes and shrugs off the football player who had planned to lift him to do the leg stand. Other people snickered. Obviously this guy had never been to one of Jazz’s parties. He knew Jazz did keg stands but he didn’t know how. Jazz smirks and walks up to the keg that is secured by two guys holding it solidly. “Here we go boys.” He places a hand on each side of the keg and uses the momentum of his lean to kick his legs up into a handstand. They place the nozzle in his mouth and he holds himself up without help, drinking from the keg until he can’t anymore. He holds for thirty seconds. His new personal record. He legs himself down, his whole world rocking a little. This is what it was supposed to feel like? Popularity? Being liked? People around him freaked out so he just grinned and tried to enjoy it, finding into their world. He feels an arm on his back and he spins around with his signature grin. A grin Melrose always told him made him a heartbreaker. “Hey! What’s up!?”
