` WE GOT A RED ALERT, RED ALERT , [guests]

[brandon peter westley]

` WE GOT A TIME BOMB
GOING TICK TICK TICK TICK `

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Oh man, this was just too fun. Behold the glamour and extravagant of the elite and other. The whole entire room was bustling with people by the handfuls, each in their own costumes. Angelic women twirled by with long white flowing dresses and over dramatic masks plastered to their faces. Devils with long ghoulish noses moved between them like predators with prey. Glitter, glam, fun. That was what this thing was supposed to be right? Well, Brandon wasn’t exactly having fun. Yet. Yet was the word you just had to use at this point. Yet to come, soon to come. Because when Brandon was in the house you just were going to have fun. Or, he was going to have fun with you.

He had excused himself from his so-called 'date' when they entered the building. Jennifer had friends to talk too. He had things to do. With his pimped out suit-like costume pressed again his skin he felt a bit uncomfortable. Brandon wasn’t a guy for dressing up. But it was a party right? Of course! He had to get into the groove if he was ever expected to get let in. The line was horribly long, leading up to the huge bustling place that called the 'Masquerade Ball'. Just trying to get in was hard enough. Hustling and pushing to get in. It was almost like they thought they would never get in. Patience. For once Brandon had more patience then other people. Already a miracle in itself. Of course, as soon as he set foot in the place it was overwhelming. Music was pounding in the background, and you could barely see the ground at this point. Dresses, suits; all twirling together in one big mash of people. Almost by instinct he took time to just look over them and hope to see a familiar face. Someone he could relate too in this mess of things. He thought he saw Keatie among them; but then you could never tell. Masks? Right. The masks. His own mask wasn’t anything extravagant compared to some of them out there. Just covered his eyes and the top of his nose. It was black and white, the too colors antique looking with his stripped suit. He was surprised he found something that would even match. Lucky him. Truthfully, Jensen helped him out a bit. He wasn’t exactly a fashion extravaganza. His choice of clothing was rarely anything close to being neat and 'rich' looking. He fancied himself in the mirror earlier in the day. Man, you couldn’t even tell that it was him. Just another little fact put into his head. Who knew a guy like Brandon would even be able to attend such a party. But remember, everyone had connections. Everyone had successfully fooled him when it came who was who. Brushing his hand through his hair, he escaped from Jennifer's side with a pretty good excuse. A beer. Go figure. The first thing he started the night was with a ice-cold beer. Just trying to get through the group was almost impossible. People were dancing in the middle of the room, the light flashing off their glittering costumes in almost a godly-looking way. He could only smile. Or really, smirk. The sides of his mouth were pulled up in a obviously amused smirk. The party only just started. No one had even touched the drinks yet. As expected, many of them were just cups of alcohol sitting out on the bar table waiting for people to take. So much easier then having to serve everyone right? So much easier. Being a bartender he even understood that.

Serving so many people would be impossible. Plus, when the night carried on the crazier everyone would. Then there was the time building up to midnight; when everyone so happily took their masks off. That was definitely going to be interesting. There were some people that he would like to see of course. His sister was one of them. The plan forming in his head pinged into his conscious again. He would probably have to watch the drinks wouldn’t he? Of course. He knew Keatie was somewhere in there, Annabelle too. Oh goodie. Maybe he was looking forward to them to taking one of his drinks. But he was getting ahead of himself. Way too ahead of himself. Finally reaching the other side of the room, he approached the bar table almost cautiously. Trying to calm himself down, one of his hands reached forward and grabbed at a beer cup with as much ease as he possibly could. His eyes dancing over the guests he leaned against the bar table, one hand holding the cup and the other arm perched up against the table. Ahh. So nice this was. The cup met his lips as he chugged down half of the cup. Just to get himself going you know? His senses were a bit more erect now, his head having just enough of a boost to let him do something stupid. Oh goodie. The more he drank, the more the idea seemed to be very good. No one would notice him. Too much hustle and bustle right? He could be pretty sneaky anyway. The bartender was busy serving the special drinks on the other side of the table. Plus, who would know that it was him? Only from a close distance would anyone recognize 'brandon beer breathe'. Too many drinks to differentiate. No one would understand what happened to them right? Of course. How did he come up with such a plan in the first time? Boredom. He thought, 'hay, maybe i could have a little fun with everyone?'. Of course, just a little fun wouldn’t hurt anyone. The bottle stuffed down in his coat pocket was anything but dangerous. It was actually not that hard to find. As long as you knew who and where to get it. What was it called again? Date Rape drug? Or something similar too it. He found it ironic however. He really wasn’t here to necessarily 'rape' anyone. Just watch and laugh at the reactions of the people.

'It causes people to get all whacked out, man. They start seeing changing colors, loose balance. All great fun for doing you know what' was what the man told him. The guy that sold him the drugs was anything but normal. Some creep that his 'friends' from the bar told him about. Of course, the guy forgot to tell him the actual danger of the drug. But he figured it would be okay right? He wasn’t planning on drugging people to death. Just enough so that he could get some fun out of it. Okay, enough thinking. Let the games begin right? Dousing the last of his beer he set the cup down on the table quietly. Rolling his shoulders in a nonchalant shrug he walked, amazingly, calm toward the cups set out on the table. Only a few of them had been taken. No biggie. His hand moved into his jacket with extreme care and slowness. The last thing he needed was to get caught before even seeing anyone take a spiked drink. What a bore that would be. He felt the bottle in the pocket of his suit, his fingers moving to pop open the cap inside his costume. It did not take long, and he was able to move pretty quickly. Eyeing the crowd of people every few seconds he pulled the little bottle from his suit jacket. Moving towards the drink he chose the ones on the outside of the group, hoping they would be chosen first. His finger simply tapped on the open side of the bottle, dropping like beads of drug into each drink. One, two, three, four-wait. He looked up, his other hands rubbing his face as if he was about to sneeze. But no one was around. Laughing under his breath he carried on. Five, eight. Ten. He was almost out of stuff wasn’t he? Just for the heck of it he moved around the table and evened it out. Making it purely random. He even 'poisoned' some of the drinks in the middle. When his little bottle of drug ran out he sniffed victoriously. He stuffed the thing back into his jacket, grabbing the end of the suit and pulling it down almost smugly. Victory was his. No one even noticed. 'Excuse me' a girl said behind him. He spun around slightly, shocked. Did she-? 'I want a drink okay?' she complained. His shocked gaze melted to a overly warm smile as he shifted to the side to allow her to grab a drink. He tried not to laugh as the girl grabbed one of the cups and carried it off into the crowd. That was one was spiked, he was sure of it. In pure victory he carefully chose another un-drugged cup of beer and pressed it into his lips. "Ahhh. Let the games begin"

he said under his breath with a smile, the beer making his head spin. This was going to be so much fun.

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kay, this is for the quests of the party. ANYONE can join and as many as you would like. This is part of the plot called 'PARTY HARDY' and read up on it if you like. Enjoy the spiked drinks ^^
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[piper imogen o'neil]

* we've still got time,

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Great! Time to dress up in that party dress she bought not to long ago.. oh, and maybe those ballerina shoes she had. Yeah, those would go good. No way was she wearing heels. That was really out of the question. Piper didn't do heels, especially when she thought about how much pain she'd be in by the end of the night. Honestly, who wasn't going to dance? Probably all of those wall flowers, but who cared. Piper was usually one of those 'the party hasn't started until I get there' type of people. Maybe that was why she was crashing this. Piper most certainly wasn't on the guest list, and she didn't have anybody to go with in particular. She, however, wasn't going to let that get in her way of a possible good time. Crashing parties wasn't really that big of a deal. It just meant you went without being invited. Still, everybody knows it's not a party with Piper Imogen O'Neil. Well, it's not the same, to say the least. Piper had a little past with the drinking long from the bottle... still, that was in her past. The dark past. She was still a year away from legally being able to drink, but who cared. Nobody, that's who. Piper was going to have fun, but she wasn't going to go overboard. She had already promised herself that before she even stepped out of the apartment where her roomate, Stella, was missing in action. Apparently she had found a date. Her other best friend (Piper scoffed at this) Preston Edwards. Right, friends.. and pigs can fly. Piper bet herself an ice cream that by the time the Masquerade was over with, they'd kiss. What a perfect setting, after all?

Piper didn't understand why you had to go with a date, however. . it honestly didn't make much sense considering they were supposed to be hiding their indetities. Those who came as a couple obviously already knew who their date was. Sometimes things just didn't add up to her artistic, passionate mind, so she made them add up. Also known as going to the Masquerade by herself. She took one word she said and put it in her head, then analyzed it throughly all within two seconds. Though she was a fast thinker, she was a stubborn one, too. It took a lot to jar her from the views she had. Piper tied the mask's ribbon around her head. Her hair was up in a somewhat messy, stylish bun. It looked elegant, wisps of her brown locks framing her face delicately. The poka-dot dress was somewhat dressy for her, but it stood out, and that's what she liked best about it. Leave it up to Piper to wear real ballet slippers to a party. Piper honestly didn't think that her friends would be too hard to spot. Especially Tallulah, who liked to stand out along with Piper. She still didn't care about the identity thing. Half the party knew who each other was, so what was the point? It was apparent that Piper still wanted to play the part, as the mask was elaborate, lined with silver and feathered. She had a hard time choosing it, and picked it on a whim. Who cared if it didn't match, it hid half of her face, so it worked. Though she wouldn't admit it, Piper was actually bothered by the fact that it didn't match. Not only was she a fashion freak, but if frustrated her when she didn't get her way. Her way would've been a cotton-candy pink mask with feathers. This one was fine it was just... nerve-wracking in a some way. That was Piper for you.

The cab driver took her money with greedy eyes and stuck it in his pocket, driving off without a word when Piper had got out. If she was going to do this, she was going to go all out. That meant not bringing her car. Not that her dress hid her identity. Like said, she stood out quite a lot with what she wore. Aah, who cared. She was here to have fun, not to worry about whether or not she was following rules. Piper never worried about that. She walked with her bouncy gait to the entrance, slipping past the door without any trouble. Not like there was any high security or anything. If there was, she would've probably gotten in anyways, just for the sake of being Piper Imogen O'Neil. Once in, she absorbed the atmosphere. Leisurely, elegant, sophisticated. You could tell by the costumes that this was a big deal. Still, there was a sense of rebellion in the air with it. The kind of atmosphere that went with thick air, the smell of sweat, and a dance floor so crowded that you could suffocate if you moved just an inch out of line. The sense of a party. Her presence didn't seem to unnerve anybody, but she headed straight for the drinks and tried to pick out people she knew. Piper spotted Brandon by the drinks that had been set out. If he was going to drug something, it should've been the punch bowl. She would pick from the other side of the table, hoping that the cup wouldn't contain a drug or acid. That's probably what it was he put in the drinks, acid. Just like Brandon - not even knowing what effects that stuff could have. He didn't think before he acted, Piper had learned that quickly about him. Brandon was one of her few ex's. It had ended quickly, though. Piper really wasn't one to stick to any one boy. She didn't need the drama.

The girl walked up, standing behind Brandon. "So, which one's are safe?" she asked him casually, her eyes at the cups as if she could determine it by just looking at them. What an idiot. Brandon would do something like this. She wasn't going to pick up one of those drinks. If there was any fun happening, Piper should've been involved with it. Brandon knew that all too well. Where they stood as ex-lovers? The reason for their break-up? It was simple. They were too alike. Friends more than lovers sort of thing. Or maybe it was just that Piper had gotten scared and run away from the issue rather than try to solve it with herself. Inner self conflicts were her specialty after all. This was true, though she'd never admit it. Her ignorance had cost Brandon and Piper a tight love relationship. Now all they had was a partial friendship. Piper couldn't deny that she still had a bit of feelings for the boy, but she wasn't going to do anything about it. What was there to do? Go up to him and say: "Hai, I love you again," honestly, how would that work? It simply couldn't. Therefore, remaining friends was ideally the best thing to do. After all, Piper really didn't need the guy drama in her life. It entailed too much commitment, and that scared her quite a bit. Whether it was that Brandon and her were just better off as friends, or that she had gotten cold feet and ran away from their relationship, it didn't matter anymore. What mattered was that it was in the past, and Piper did her best to put all of her past behind her. What was the point of dwelling on it, you couldn't change what had happened. Unless somehow somebody had a time machine hidden somewhere, then maybe it would work out. But, as far as Piper was concerned, their love relationship was over. It was more of a fling than anything else. She sighed, tapping her foot with impatience and waiting for him to answer.

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