Thread: The Filmmaker and the Musician (Raivh and Talin)

The only time Bryant Danes had ever known fear, panic, was in the presence of his girlfriends father the man was insane and irate. Curse words and threats aside, Bryants goal was to not get captured, so he skittered over the grass and concrete like a squirrel escaping a diesel. Getting squashed was the last goal on his agenda the first had just gone up in smoke. He shoved his hand in his pocket as he rounded the corner, digging around for his keys. A bit out of breath and lungs hurting from the strain of trying to suck in air while he escaped, he slowed to a walk, and when he reached his car, opened the door. It seemed the entire neighborhood was now awake, thanks to Mr. Peyton. Not a thought in Bryants mind went to how much torment Karli was likely going through. He only wondered if shed covered up before her parents got a really good look at the fine points hed worried her nipples into. A smile quirked one corner of his lips, and he glanced back toward her house. Hey, Bryant! The shout rang out over the pounding music, and Bryant turned his head in the direction of the girl trying to get his attention. She was slender, a cheerleader like Karli, sort of cute, and the queen of whores. Supposedly shed been knocked up twice, and had abortions both times. A drunken smile slipped over his features, and he starred through the blur of alcohol as Joslyn approached him. Shed grabbed him a few times in the hall, kissed him Karli never seemed to notice, or at least never said anything. Wrapping her arms around his waist, Joslyn pushed her nose into his chest and sucked in a deep breath, her breasts inflating against his chest. Fire burned through Bryants veins, and the blood rushed straight to the organ between his legs. Will you be my date tonight? Joslyn slurred, staring up at Bryant with large, pleading eyes, her lower lips pushed out. My boyfriend dumped me a week before. I had my dress picked out and everything. Stepping back, Bryant tripped over someones foot and stumbled backward, sending his beer flying into the air. It rained down over them as they landed on the floor with a solid thud, laughing like two loons. No, I cant, Bryant muttered, shaking his head with a goofy smile plastered over his face. KarlisKarlisshes waiting for me. I got to go pick her up. The gift hed bought for her birthday, along with the corsage hed purchased for her for prom, was in the backseat of his car. Joslyn shook her head, shoving her hair out of the way of her face. She looked flustered, upset, and she had tears in her eyes even as she undid the button and zipper on the front of his jeans. No, thats not fair. You spend time with her all the time. Spend some time with me, too. Whoa, whoa, whoa! Someone hollered, rushing toward them just as Joslyn revealed the bulge beneath a thin layer of gray fabric. Take this upstairs, and here. The guy tossed a condom onto Bryants chest, which slid off the moment he was helped to his feet. Glancing around with furrowed eyebrows, Bryant called out Karlis name, as if she were at the party. Led upstairs, he was still confused when Joslyn sat him down on a bed. Karli doesnt have to know. She wont care. Joslyn smiled, pulling her shirt over her head, and Bryant lost any sense of duty hed had in his intoxicated stupor.