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Melissa
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Plank Sinatra
Aces Away
Sugar and Spite
Mixtape Ghost N
AlteredTundra
Starring: Elliot | MacKenna | Kieran
Now parties were not really MacKenna’s main focus in life but ‘The Great Bash’ was not only an MU tradition but also a personal tradition for Mac. Since her freshman year, she made it her mission to be more outgoing and the bash was the best outlet for that seeing as it came every year. So naturally, the young woman was locked in her room meticulously applying mascara inches from her vanity mirror. She had spent about an hour and a half just vibing and listening to music while she was beating her face. With one last check in the mirror, the girl was satisfied with what was looking back at her.
A cheeky grin spread across Mac’s face as she checked her phone for the time. It was pre-gaming time! The brunette almost skipped out of her room and into the kitchen of the apartment she shared with two of her favorite people: Elliot and Kieran. If you saw them on the street you’d think it was the most random group of goons you’d ever seen. They were all so different, but that’s probably why they meshed so well.
Grabbing a bottle of vodka from the freezer Mac readied three shot glasses on the counter filling them with the clear liquid, making sure they all had an equal amount in them. “Boys! We need to get started!” she yelled as she screwed the cap back on the bottle. She waited a few seconds for a reply. But when it didn’t come she let out an annoyed sigh as she stomped down the hallway toward their rooms. She first knocked on Elliot’s door “Eli come on now!” she said as she turned around and banged on the door opposite “Kiki! Put your shirt on!” she yelled before turning the handle opening the door and popping her head inside.
“I’m dying out here on my own… are you ready?”
Kieran, or Kiki as he was affectionately known by close friends, wasn’t ready. At least not in his eyes. Sure, he had managed to nail down his outfit. There were many tight t-shirts in the mix, but in the end, it was the white one with the Meadow University Hawks logo outlined in sky blue that was the victor. The soaring Hawk just looked so good draped across his pecs, and it paired well with the jeans.
However, the Canadian’s problem was with his hair. He knew it was going to be difficult to work with today, but for some reason, he was having issues getting the man-bun to sit properly on his head. It was frustrating for a man who claimed to have brought the bun to Vermont in the first place, but every athlete knows when you don’t have your A-game on a certain day, it’s best to just stick to the fundamentals. Also, it was tough to keep a girl like Mac waiting. Especially when she was poking her head in unannounced. Then again, that was commonplace now. With the time they had already lived together, it would have been surprising if she just stood outside the door.
Kieran shook his final failed attempt at a bun loose and pinged the hair elastic at the mirror over his writing alcove with a mighty sigh. “I guess so,” he admitted as he turned away from his reflection in disgust. “Going bunless like a Keto fool, but I’ll survive the Great Bash.” Kieran grabbed his jean jacket as he headed towards the door where Mac awaited. “Starting to think the man-bun is done. Maybe I should just do this and grow my beard out, go for the Thor look. What do you think, Mac?”
The girl pushed the door open and straightened up so she could lean on the doorframe. Her brown eyes surveying her roommate a smile spreading across her face once again. “Oh come here babe…” she said fondly as she stepped into his room. Mac carefully climbed up on the chair that stood in front of Kieran’s small desk. The guy was so much taller than her that this was the only way she could reach his head. She ran her small hands through his messy hair making sure to gather all of the flyaways on top of the hockey player’s head.
“Well… it’s going to age you about 5 years” she commented with her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth as she concentrated on getting his hair perfect. “But it’ll make a lot of panties drop around you! I mean more than they already do!” she laughed. Grabbing the glittery burgundy hair tie from her wrist, MacKenna put the finishing touches on Kieran’s now perfect man-bun. “There…” she cooed, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders looking at their reflections. “Perfect!”
Kieran could only smile as he got a look at Mac's handiwork. She did know his hair better than he did after all. Plus the purple glitter in the back contrasted well with the lighter blonde tones the summer sun had given his locks. "Can't argue with ya, Mac," he commented. "You have saved me from looking like a scrub yet again." He patted her on the back, not wanting to force his roommate back to her room with an ill-advised hair tussle.
"All right, think I'm ready for some booze! Let's get out to the kitchen!" He default piggybacked MacKenna off the chair as the hockey player maneuvered towards the door. "Elliot!" Kieran called out. "C'mon out! It's time to play the game of drink!"
“Mama, I’m fine. Now I gotta go, I have a uh...class I gotta get ready for.” Elliot said as he scrambled around his room, where in the hell were his glasses?
“You have classes this late? Elliot are you doing bad things? You know how I feel abou-” Before his overbearing mother could once again lecture him about how important it was to be the perfect little school-boy, he ended the call, letting out a long sigh. It wasn’t a normal week if the woman didn’t try to convince him to go back home. But now wasn’t the time to deal with his crazed mother, he had a party to get ready for.
Elliot stood in front of the mirror on the back of his door, his face scrunched up in an unpleasant way as he judged what he had picked out. A plain black sweater that was a little baggy, a pair of basic jeans and his hair in the same floppy mess it always was. He adjusted the dark-framed glasses on his face as he let out a sigh and turned away from the mirror, it would have to do. Even though this would be like, the biggest party of the year didn’t mean he couldn’t be comfortable as well.
“I’m coming! Calm yourselves, you crazy duo” He called, grabbing his cellphone from the desk and leaving the safety of his bedroom. He lifted a brow at Kiki’s hair and let out a small chuckle, “Well that’s a new look but hey, I can dig it.” The man said with a smile, grabbing one of the filled shot glasses. Elliot eyed it and glanced at Mac, “Are you gonna tell me what this is or make it a surprise?”
“Hey!” Kieran objected, pointing a finger at his roommate. “Glitter is definitely in. Especially the purple glitter. Just wait. I’m gonna start a new trend!”
Mac just kept smiling as she put on some music before picking up her own glass “Isn’t it more fun if you live in uncertainty El?” she giggled hiding the bottle of the Russian straw vodka from sight. “Anyway stop blabbering and let’s get this going!” she exclaimed waving her hand at her two roommates quickly raising her glass to the others before shouting “Prost!” and downing the shot in one go. MacKenna grimaced as the burning liquid went down her throat. She jumped up and down in discomfort and quickly made her way over to the fridge grabbing a can of cherry coke to use as a chaser.
"I'll pass on that trend, I would rather not pick glitter out my ass." Elliot said with a grin, looking at his female roommate with a raised eyebrow. "Uncertainty can mean that I'll wake up next to some girl who's name I can't remember." Elliot said, staring at the liquid in the glass before finally knocking it back. He shivered as the alcohol hit him, setting his shot down on the counter with a little clink. "Vodka is the way we're starting this, huh? Guess I might as well start off with a bang." Elliot normally wasn't a drinker but this was an exception, you just didn't stay sober when it came to the great bash. "Come on Kiki, if you don't grab your glass you're gonna fall behind!"
Kieran downed his shot with a grimace. Vodka was no whiskey, but it went in his mouth all the same. He stuck out his tongue and let loose a loud “Ahhhhhhhhhh!” He shook his head. “Don’t you worry about me falling behind, El. Just be worried about standing up at the end of the night. Because I will be going until the sun rises! As long as I have my drink of choice!” Kieran pointed to the cupboards. “Mac, my Jameson, if you please.”
The asian girl who had been busy pouring herself another shot looked up at the boys “Huh? Oh! Yeah!” she danced her way over to the cupboard where the trio kept their alcohol standing on her tippy toes to reach the bottles. She grabbed a glass out of the next cupboard over poured Kiki his drink and slid it over to him on the counter.
The tall Canuck took a long sip to chase the vodka down, preferring the whiskey’s smoky burn. This was how he was raised, to appreciate the oak tannins seeped into the alcohol as one appreciates the sight of the icebergs heralding the spring. “Ahhh, that’s more like it. No offense Mac, but this is the water of life, not vodka. Anyway, let’s get some game goin’!”
After a few more shots and a game of ring of fire the roommates got their buzz going before the first text message with the clues for where the party was going to be held arrived. The group spent some time discussing where it could be. Then suddenly Meadow Lake was thrown out as a suggestion they realized that there was no other place it could be.
As they trekked through the obviously newly made path, MacKenna complained the whole time. “Who…” Mac huffed, “Who in their right mind thought it was a good idea?!” she grunted just as they finally got out of the foliage picking a few twigs out of her thick hair.
Kieran followed suit, the trees not being kind to him given his height. He tossed aside a stick that had served as a makeshift machete to cut through the thicket. “I don’t know. The head honcho of the bash is always a mysterious one. Probably just trying to make real sure the mounties don’t find us. ...Cause I’m pretty sure we’re in Canada at this point.”
Elliot huffed as he followed his friends through the trees, batting away branches and twigs that were in his way. “Not gonna lie, I could do without the whole ‘mysterious’ vibe the guys got going on. He could have at least cleared a path.” the boy grumbled, reaching over to pull a twig Mac had missed out of her hair. He then looked ahead of him, a crowd of people had already begun to gather. He recognized some while others were new faces. He looked to his friends with a grin. “Ya’ll ready to get lit?”
A cheeky grin spread across Mac’s face as she checked her phone for the time. It was pre-gaming time! The brunette almost skipped out of her room and into the kitchen of the apartment she shared with two of her favorite people: Elliot and Kieran. If you saw them on the street you’d think it was the most random group of goons you’d ever seen. They were all so different, but that’s probably why they meshed so well.
Grabbing a bottle of vodka from the freezer Mac readied three shot glasses on the counter filling them with the clear liquid, making sure they all had an equal amount in them. “Boys! We need to get started!” she yelled as she screwed the cap back on the bottle. She waited a few seconds for a reply. But when it didn’t come she let out an annoyed sigh as she stomped down the hallway toward their rooms. She first knocked on Elliot’s door “Eli come on now!” she said as she turned around and banged on the door opposite “Kiki! Put your shirt on!” she yelled before turning the handle opening the door and popping her head inside.
“I’m dying out here on my own… are you ready?”
Kieran, or Kiki as he was affectionately known by close friends, wasn’t ready. At least not in his eyes. Sure, he had managed to nail down his outfit. There were many tight t-shirts in the mix, but in the end, it was the white one with the Meadow University Hawks logo outlined in sky blue that was the victor. The soaring Hawk just looked so good draped across his pecs, and it paired well with the jeans.
However, the Canadian’s problem was with his hair. He knew it was going to be difficult to work with today, but for some reason, he was having issues getting the man-bun to sit properly on his head. It was frustrating for a man who claimed to have brought the bun to Vermont in the first place, but every athlete knows when you don’t have your A-game on a certain day, it’s best to just stick to the fundamentals. Also, it was tough to keep a girl like Mac waiting. Especially when she was poking her head in unannounced. Then again, that was commonplace now. With the time they had already lived together, it would have been surprising if she just stood outside the door.
Kieran shook his final failed attempt at a bun loose and pinged the hair elastic at the mirror over his writing alcove with a mighty sigh. “I guess so,” he admitted as he turned away from his reflection in disgust. “Going bunless like a Keto fool, but I’ll survive the Great Bash.” Kieran grabbed his jean jacket as he headed towards the door where Mac awaited. “Starting to think the man-bun is done. Maybe I should just do this and grow my beard out, go for the Thor look. What do you think, Mac?”
The girl pushed the door open and straightened up so she could lean on the doorframe. Her brown eyes surveying her roommate a smile spreading across her face once again. “Oh come here babe…” she said fondly as she stepped into his room. Mac carefully climbed up on the chair that stood in front of Kieran’s small desk. The guy was so much taller than her that this was the only way she could reach his head. She ran her small hands through his messy hair making sure to gather all of the flyaways on top of the hockey player’s head.
“Well… it’s going to age you about 5 years” she commented with her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth as she concentrated on getting his hair perfect. “But it’ll make a lot of panties drop around you! I mean more than they already do!” she laughed. Grabbing the glittery burgundy hair tie from her wrist, MacKenna put the finishing touches on Kieran’s now perfect man-bun. “There…” she cooed, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders looking at their reflections. “Perfect!”
Kieran could only smile as he got a look at Mac's handiwork. She did know his hair better than he did after all. Plus the purple glitter in the back contrasted well with the lighter blonde tones the summer sun had given his locks. "Can't argue with ya, Mac," he commented. "You have saved me from looking like a scrub yet again." He patted her on the back, not wanting to force his roommate back to her room with an ill-advised hair tussle.
"All right, think I'm ready for some booze! Let's get out to the kitchen!" He default piggybacked MacKenna off the chair as the hockey player maneuvered towards the door. "Elliot!" Kieran called out. "C'mon out! It's time to play the game of drink!"
“Mama, I’m fine. Now I gotta go, I have a uh...class I gotta get ready for.” Elliot said as he scrambled around his room, where in the hell were his glasses?
“You have classes this late? Elliot are you doing bad things? You know how I feel abou-” Before his overbearing mother could once again lecture him about how important it was to be the perfect little school-boy, he ended the call, letting out a long sigh. It wasn’t a normal week if the woman didn’t try to convince him to go back home. But now wasn’t the time to deal with his crazed mother, he had a party to get ready for.
Elliot stood in front of the mirror on the back of his door, his face scrunched up in an unpleasant way as he judged what he had picked out. A plain black sweater that was a little baggy, a pair of basic jeans and his hair in the same floppy mess it always was. He adjusted the dark-framed glasses on his face as he let out a sigh and turned away from the mirror, it would have to do. Even though this would be like, the biggest party of the year didn’t mean he couldn’t be comfortable as well.
“I’m coming! Calm yourselves, you crazy duo” He called, grabbing his cellphone from the desk and leaving the safety of his bedroom. He lifted a brow at Kiki’s hair and let out a small chuckle, “Well that’s a new look but hey, I can dig it.” The man said with a smile, grabbing one of the filled shot glasses. Elliot eyed it and glanced at Mac, “Are you gonna tell me what this is or make it a surprise?”
“Hey!” Kieran objected, pointing a finger at his roommate. “Glitter is definitely in. Especially the purple glitter. Just wait. I’m gonna start a new trend!”
Mac just kept smiling as she put on some music before picking up her own glass “Isn’t it more fun if you live in uncertainty El?” she giggled hiding the bottle of the Russian straw vodka from sight. “Anyway stop blabbering and let’s get this going!” she exclaimed waving her hand at her two roommates quickly raising her glass to the others before shouting “Prost!” and downing the shot in one go. MacKenna grimaced as the burning liquid went down her throat. She jumped up and down in discomfort and quickly made her way over to the fridge grabbing a can of cherry coke to use as a chaser.
"I'll pass on that trend, I would rather not pick glitter out my ass." Elliot said with a grin, looking at his female roommate with a raised eyebrow. "Uncertainty can mean that I'll wake up next to some girl who's name I can't remember." Elliot said, staring at the liquid in the glass before finally knocking it back. He shivered as the alcohol hit him, setting his shot down on the counter with a little clink. "Vodka is the way we're starting this, huh? Guess I might as well start off with a bang." Elliot normally wasn't a drinker but this was an exception, you just didn't stay sober when it came to the great bash. "Come on Kiki, if you don't grab your glass you're gonna fall behind!"
Kieran downed his shot with a grimace. Vodka was no whiskey, but it went in his mouth all the same. He stuck out his tongue and let loose a loud “Ahhhhhhhhhh!” He shook his head. “Don’t you worry about me falling behind, El. Just be worried about standing up at the end of the night. Because I will be going until the sun rises! As long as I have my drink of choice!” Kieran pointed to the cupboards. “Mac, my Jameson, if you please.”
The asian girl who had been busy pouring herself another shot looked up at the boys “Huh? Oh! Yeah!” she danced her way over to the cupboard where the trio kept their alcohol standing on her tippy toes to reach the bottles. She grabbed a glass out of the next cupboard over poured Kiki his drink and slid it over to him on the counter.
The tall Canuck took a long sip to chase the vodka down, preferring the whiskey’s smoky burn. This was how he was raised, to appreciate the oak tannins seeped into the alcohol as one appreciates the sight of the icebergs heralding the spring. “Ahhh, that’s more like it. No offense Mac, but this is the water of life, not vodka. Anyway, let’s get some game goin’!”
After a few more shots and a game of ring of fire the roommates got their buzz going before the first text message with the clues for where the party was going to be held arrived. The group spent some time discussing where it could be. Then suddenly Meadow Lake was thrown out as a suggestion they realized that there was no other place it could be.
As they trekked through the obviously newly made path, MacKenna complained the whole time. “Who…” Mac huffed, “Who in their right mind thought it was a good idea?!” she grunted just as they finally got out of the foliage picking a few twigs out of her thick hair.
Kieran followed suit, the trees not being kind to him given his height. He tossed aside a stick that had served as a makeshift machete to cut through the thicket. “I don’t know. The head honcho of the bash is always a mysterious one. Probably just trying to make real sure the mounties don’t find us. ...Cause I’m pretty sure we’re in Canada at this point.”
Elliot huffed as he followed his friends through the trees, batting away branches and twigs that were in his way. “Not gonna lie, I could do without the whole ‘mysterious’ vibe the guys got going on. He could have at least cleared a path.” the boy grumbled, reaching over to pull a twig Mac had missed out of her hair. He then looked ahead of him, a crowd of people had already begun to gather. He recognized some while others were new faces. He looked to his friends with a grin. “Ya’ll ready to get lit?”
