This plot is pretty basic. Your muse and my muse (Ian) are both at the same party. My muse is outside taking a smoke break, pretty bored with being there. Your muse finds him, also bored. After some thought and some casual flirting, they decide to steal the host of the party's car, and hilarity ensues.
Normal RP rules apply. Your character must be male. Keep it realistic. I ask for at least a paragraph (5-7 full sentences) with good enough grammar and spelling (I'm not perfect, but at least read over your posts). I can basically write to the information I'm given. Meaning, if you write a paragraph, I will too. If you write a 50 page story, I probably will too, lol. Let me know when you will be inactive.
This was a mistake.
As Ian leaned against the cold brick of this small frat house, he shook his last cigarette out of its container. Silently cursing at himself for not stopping by the corner store before coming here, he flicked his lighter, igniting the end. He took a long, irritated inhale of the cigarette, his brow furrowing, then relaxing as the smoke left his lugs. Feeling the small but comforting effects right away let him forget his troubles for at least a little while. The air was cold enough to where you couldn't even tell if he was smoking or not. His light flannel jacket was not suitable for this kind of chilly fall weather, but at this point, he didn't care if he froze right then and there, as long as he didn't have to step back though that door.
He should've told his overly enthusiastic friend Jason that he wasn't in the mood for partying. Jason was the type of guy who thought any problem could be solved by a little fling after a night of copious amounts of alcohol. What Ian hadn't told Jason was that he had already tried that method, and still ended up lonely and crying, barely able to recall the one night stand's name. After the guy gathered his pants from the floor and left him, he still texted his ex. He didn't receive a response.
Checking his phone for the umpteenth time that night, and seeing the lack of notifications, he felt a small squeeze in his chest, and took another hit of his cigarette. This entire night, he has tried to smoke and drink his negative feelings away, but couldn't even bring himself to drink more than a shot of tequila, so he was at least a little buzzed. But not enough to do anything that could take his hurt away. He scowled at himself again. The cigarette's ashes silently fell to the leaf-covered ground as he became lost in his thoughts.