fifteen miles to the LOVE SHACK! (mikey~)

[NOELLE ARGENT]

"Don't-
Don't you want me?
You know I can't believe you when you
say that you don't need me!"

Elle Argent, in the middle of makeuping, smacked down her foundation brush and burst into the chorus: "DON'T YOU WANT ME BABY? DON'T YOU WANT ME OOOHHHHH OOHHOHOH!" Her hands, which had been flung up in the air, came down dramatically as Elle grabbed her hairbrush and began to lipsync to The Human League's big hit. It might have been a little anachronistic to her night, but Elle didn't care at the moment. In fact, she didn't care much about anything, except that she looked hot (which, LOL, was like always #hairflip) because...COLLEGE PARTY WITH MIKEY! It had taken some strategic convincing on her part; for some reason, at first, Mikey wasn't all for taking Elle to a college party. Due to her begging and pleading like an annoying puppy (and, you know, her ahem girlish wiles), he had FINALLY agreed. Elle could do a jig she was so excited! Even then, getting ready for the party (which was a seventies themed party-HELLO, AWESOME!), Elle could be seen in her frumpy pajamas breaking it down in the bathroom.

The song changed to "Play That Funky Music" by Wild Cherry and Elle returned to her makeup, still wiggling her booty. Elle loved everything retro and vintage (and modern, really. Every era has its own hold on Elle), but the seventies were something special, man. The music, clothes, club scene...it was all just so freaking amazing. If Elle could boogie down the halls with the Bee Gee's playing as the background to her life....one could imagine how pleased she'd be. With a flourish of her wrist, Elle finished with her eyeshadow. It had taken nearly twenty minutes to get both eyes looking great and Elle was ready to get in her outfit. After Mikey had told her about the party, Elle had scoured the internet all night, living off of Red Bull until she found the right dress. Saying the dress was snug was an understatement; Elle thanked the gods of sexiness that she had been exercising lately. All her curves (the good ones, of course) her sculpted by the clingy material of the dress and Elle was left looking like one hot momma. And not to mention...the boots. They came up high on her calf and looked like someone had skinned Sully from Monster's Inc. and dyed him pink. Elle absolutely loved them. Sliding them on, Elle had to resist the urge to sit there and rub them. As nice as that would be, she had to get to Barrie soon so could head to the party. Walking the streets of NYC alone at night wasn't a good idea for a vulnerable teenage girl like Elle (who couldn't punch a pillow to save her life), so she had decided to get to Mikey's dorm a little early. Not only did she love talking to him, but they could get a little pre-party on!! Or just talk. Either way, more time with Mikey was always good. Grabbing her cellphone, Elle sauntered out the door and started on her way to Barrie University.

--

Nothing really eventful happened on the walk. Of course, that excluded the weird looks she got from the general public and the gross leers she got from the perverts. Elle just flung her bird up at most of the gross guys, not a care in the world. Now she stood in front of Mikey's door. "Miiiikeyyyy! Open up, stud!" Elle pounded on the door, giggling. Babette smirked at shook her head over her host's silly behavior; soon, she wouldn't need to take over Elle when Mikey was involved. The girl was learning a lot. Making sure her feather boa was straight, Elle leaned against the door frame, waiting for Mikey to let her in. Tonight was gonna be the ~bombdotcom~!

"this is elle talking"

[//justify]

notes: mikelle<3333 also elle is a slut
words: 791
tags: Mikey/Angela
outfit: furry boots
lyrics: Drunk On You by Luke Bryan. i need to make her a new template for this thread LOL
credit: template made by SULLY of OUAC. please don't steal :3

[MICHEAL "MIKEY" COLBERT]

You know you're a cut little heartbreaker

What was he thinking? WHAT. WAS. HE. THINKING? Elle really had him twisted around her finger at times. Especially this instant when she convinced him to take her to a college party his fraternity brothers were throwing. Basically a frat party with disco music. Lots of booze, girls in neon and of course the occasional hook up. Mikey always played along because he really loved parties. Even if the beer was gross and the mixed drinks too sweet, Mikey loved the atmosphere. His flirtatious personality could run free without any strings. He could be crazy and wild. No worries.

Now though, he was worrying. He knew Elle went to high school parties but this was a whole new playing field. They’d never gone to a party together though. Especially not a party with Mikey’s drunk hook-ups and college friends. He wasn’t worried about Elle but more for himself. She would fit right in, having the boys eating out of the palm of her hand. That thought had made Mikey’s stomach tie into knots. He wasn’t usually the jealous type but Elle wasn’t just another girl. The fact that they weren’t dating made him wonder if she would flirt. Well of course she would but Elle didn’t realize that some of his friends didn’t know what the word “NO” meant under the influence. Mikey once or twice had to knock some sense into his drunken friends when they went over the line.

Mikey knew with Elle, he might do that even if one of his buddies was just flirting with her. Especially if he was more or less drunk off his ass. So that ruled out drinking. Mikey sighed trying to think of how they could actually have fun at the party. He relaxed as images of silly disco dancing and just in general being around each other. That’s what had convinced Mikey in the first place. He just wanted to see Elle’s face more often. Phone conversations just didn’t feel like enough at times.

Mikey heard a knock on his door, just as he was buttoning up his psychedelic shirt. "Miiiikeyyyy! Open up, stud!"

He heart lept at her voice and he laughed. Stud? Well maybe.

Mikey opened the door and causally smiled,.“Hello, foxy lady,” he sang when her smiling face entered his veiw. She was hot er groovy.

“Come on in, I just need to add one last thing.” He placed the crazy fro on his head and posed. “What do you think?" Mikey asked with a goofy smile. He was going to have fun tonight. As long as Elle was there, he’d be happy.

You know you're a sweet little lovemaker

notes: he's so protective lnfjsnfksjr
outfit: loldisco
song: foxy lady by jimi hendrix

[NOELLE ARGENT]

Despite claiming to be a mature mini-adult, Elle was extremely susceptible to excitement, and tonight was no exception. The high schooler felt giddy with the emotion, her insides bubbling in anticipation of what was to come. It was a college party, after all; Elle acted like this was no big deal, but truthfully, it was a big one. Expecting only the unexpected did that to Elle; her teeth clattered together and, if she had been sitting, her knee would have been bouncing up and down one hundred miles per hour in fear and ecstasy. Sure, she liked Mikey--okay, really liked Mikey--but there would be college guys there. They would be more experienced and mature than most of the boys she had been left with when Mikey went to France. Of course, Elle had a tendency to romanticize things and be a bit dramatic. As nice as it would have been, Elle--and Babette--knew deep down that most of the frat guys would not be anywhere close to knights in shining armor.

Besides, her Prince Charming was standing right in front of her....in an afro. Elle immediately burst with laughter, clutching her stomach as her body shook from the outburst. Face red, Elle managed to get out "Take it off!!" as she fanned her cheeks. "Oh my gosh, I'm gonna cry from laughing!" Still giggling a little, Elle wiped at the bottom of her eyes to catch any smudged eyeliner or mascara. Thankfully, her finger came back clean, otherwise she would have to whoop Mikey's ass for messing up her makeup masterpiece. "Gimme that thing," Elle grinned, whipping the wig off Mikey. They were both so silly, especially tonight. Elle was viewing the world through glittering lens tonight; everything was bright and good, and she couldn't see the bad in anyone. "I think it'll look better on me." Winking, Elle set the afro wig on her head, not bothering to hide or adjust her actual hair. "What do ya think, Colbert?" Elle asked, striking a pose.

Maybe it was the gaiety of the night that caused Elle to basically lose her inhibitions, or maybe it was the dress. Either way, whatever it was, Elle very much had to hold herself back from taking a big step forward to Mikey, bodies touching, and kissing him. Just, you know, for the fun of it. Not because she had serious feelings or anything...psh, those were so not cool. Especially with a party to go to, right? Nonetheless, Elle stayed right where she was, not indicating in any way that her lips were buzzing with desire. Would it happen tonight, perhaps? Would Elle be the Cinderella of this ball, er, frat party, and kiss the prince at midnight? It all seemed too good to be true, and Elle was sure there would be plenty of girls vying for that opportunity. In the contest between college chicks and Elle, Elle placed herself at number two (not the bottom, because Elle wasn't that modest) , and Mikey deserved a number one.

But wait--what was her mind doing?? It was time to slip into her 70s persona, go to a party and dance the night away with a hot guy!! There was no time for moping around. Elle told herself that she looked hot as fuck and no one would stand a chance tonight, and that was God's honest truth. Smiling, Elle plucked the wig off her head and tossed it back at Mikey; "C'mon, dude, I'm feeling groovy. I think it's time for a little partay!"

[MICHEAL "MIKEY" COLBERT]

You know you're a cut little heartbreaker

Mikey grinned watching her laugh at his attempt to be a disco king. The era as definitely a crazy one. “Awwww but I’m fergilicious... wait, that’s not right,” he said quickly laughing himself as she put it on. It was ridiculous, the wig, but he wanted to look silly. Wasn’t that what Disco Fever parties were all about? Maybe he was off base but he knew they weren’t to memorialize these fashion trends. “I...” he started before bursting out laughing again.

Why was he even worried? This night was going to rock. As usual, he’d be the life of the party and he’d have everyone laughing for sure. Everyone would love Elle and they’d just have a great time. Now, get going Colbert! Lumiere was getting impatient and wanted to party.

“Come on, mon ami! Your mme. is going to leave you!” he said as Mikey watched her go. That dress was... something... Lumiere laughed and prompted him to move. He followed after her and grinned. “I can’t think of any famous disco dudes so I’m going to be Austin Powers,” he said skipped in front of her down the sidewalk. He stopped and gave her the most ridiculous swoon face. “Groovy, baby,” he said in his best impression yet. Mikey winked and stepped next to her to continue walking. “It’s just this way,” he said. “Is this your first college party?” They walk a few more blocks and reached the usually innocent looking building.

Tonight there was music blasting from the open door and people hanging around looking even more ridiculous than Mikey’s silly afro which he’d long since placed back on his head. Looking around, he grinned and wrapped a protective arm around her waist. They walked in together and everything was going great. He waved to a few people and one of his uhm, friends yelled out. “Hey look, it’s Magic Mike!” Normally he would have laughed but right then all he could do was turn red. Oh boy, they still weren’t over that one party... “H-heeeey,” he said waving.

You know you're a sweet little lovemaker

notes: all my posts are so shooooor x.x sorry.
outfit: loldisco
song: foxy lady by jimi hendrix

[NOELLE ARGENT]

Walking down to the party with Mikey felt as natural as it could ever get, disco garb included. To Elle, she was perfectly content with spending the rest of her "crazy years" going to parties with Mikey and as long as she got her way, nothing would stop her. Like a bull fixated on a matador's cape, Elle was unstoppable in reaching her goals. Watching Mikey skip up in front of her, though, Elle knew it wouldn't take much wrangling to get Mikey to go along with almost anything she wanted.

Doubling over in laughter at his Austing Powers impression, Elle caught her breath to say: "As long as you don't act like Goldmember by the end of the party," with a wink. Although, it was Mikey, so that might not be so bad, in Elle's opinion. As Mikey walked beside her, Elle looped her arm through his and walked with a pep in her step to music in her head. Tonight would be the best night ever, Elle knew it. Already her stomach was fluttering with butterflies and her cheeks were red with anticipation. Feeling the flame of color run across her face, Elle cursed her complexion. I should just die my hair red and accept the fact that I'm a damn ginger.... Once the summer came around, Elle was going to heavily invest in tanning lotions to at least cover up the mass of freckles all over her body.

"Is this your first college party?”

Elle nodded with a shrug. She was a bit ashamed of this; after all, she was Noelle freaking Argent, people expected her to be at the wildest of parties on Wednesday nights just because she was who she was, party entertainment and all (it had definitely occurred to Elle, though, that a 70's disco party would have a great affect on her synesthesia). "Yep, I still have that particular cherry pie* cooking in the oven!" As the music hit them, Elle closed her eyes for a minute and let the sounds take over as beautiful colors chased across her vision. The talking and shouts of people, the wail of singers and clash of the funky music all produced different colors and everything was aglow. It was overstimulating in the best way possible, and even a little trippy, just the way Elle liked it. She hadn't listened to music this loud and booming in a while, because for her, the louder the sounds, the more intense the colors. It put an aura around the party, and it made it seem more magic, like it promised a fantastic time.

As Mikey slipped his arm around her waist, Elle stepped in closer to him, eyes glowing as she took in the party. "Magic Mike? Now why didn't I get to see that?" Elle poked Mikey in the side, giving him a little pout. Raising her voice to be heard over the music, Elle said "Introduce me to your friends so I don't have to show off cleavage to get attention!" She was in party mode now, and Babette was fueling the fire. Elle was now fun and flirty to the max, and she was itching to hit the dance floor.

*please please understand this reference
it's okay if you don't though. it means virginity. yeah.

Also this post is short and I suck

[MICHEAL "MIKEY" COLBERT]

You know you're a cut little heartbreaker

“Not sure that would be too much of a bad thing if you stuck around,” he replied with a wink. Lumiere grinned at that and chuckled as he noticed Elle’s blush. It reflected as a smirk on Mikey’s face. Images of the Elle and Mikey after-party passed through his mind but he didn’t let himself dwell on that too long. It was only just the two of them hanging out and having fun. He was only human and a man. Okay, no excuses. He dug Elle in a more than friendly way. Maybe tonight he could test the waters? He wasn’t going to get drunk though. One of them had to remember the night. As he thought about making a move, he heart skipped a beat. He only seemed to get nervous with Elle. Well, he did know her before Lumiere gave him a confidence revamp. Not to mention the massive crush he’s had on her her since high school. Yep. That explained it.

“C-cherry pie?” he asked with a laugh. “That’s one way to put it. I guess I should get that out while it’s still fresh.” Oh, euphemisms. Mikey licked his lips and walked into the party. He made a guilty face at her question. “Well, there was a lot of tequila and--Let’s just say it could have gone better,” he explained. A few girls passed by him and touched his free arm and shoulder while he and Elle made it through the crowd. He tried not to make much of it and just nodded to them. He passed the bar and one of his er, flings spoke up over the music. “Hey look, Magic Mike decided to show up. We gonna get to see a show tonight? I got the tequila,” she shouted. Mikey felt his cheeks burn red as she winked at him. This could have gone better.

"Introduce me to your friends so I don't have to show off cleavage to get attention!"

“What?” he said before his brain registered what she said. “Ha, right. Well, there’s Cory in the corner over there and James is probably upstairs with Lizzie. Lin--”

“Hey sexy!” he heard a voice and a tug on his arm. “Our usual spot around midnight?” she asked not exactly noticing Elle. Another one of his flings. Oui vey. He wasn’t exactly sure what to say to her. Every form of the word no came to mind but he couldn’t find the right one to say.

You know you're a sweet little lovemaker

notes: -stirs up the drama-
outfit: loldisco
song: foxy lady by jimi hendrix

[NOELLE ARGENT]

Elle had never viewed herself as a possessive girl, or someone to go all #greenjello over something. Especially trivial things. Elle liked to regard herself as a sharer; hell, she was always willing to invite some of her girlfriends over and open up her closet before going out to a party or something. She shared makeup and shoes and movies and CDs and even her food and drinks! If someone had the nerve to call Elle Argent a selfish shrew, they were dead wrong. And would probably get the living hell smacked out of them.

Unfortunately, Elle realized she did get jealous...and a bit possessive...of one thing. Mikey. Like a dragon hording its gold, Elle didn't want nobody touching her man. The problem that was now arising from that attitude, though, was the fact that Mikey technically was not "her man". They were in all technical ways possible friends and nothing had been said to define their relationship any other way. Which was slightly annoying, but that's usually life as a teenage girl. The naivety of her situation crawled up onto Elle like a posse of spiders up her spine. This was a College Party, not some simple high school kickback. And this was Mikey's group of friends, and that included girls. Girls who knew Mikey in ways that Elle did not and that made her want to hiss and growl like a mad cat.

Elle knew the way girls worked to make guys putty in their hands. It was easy to pick out the art once you knew the game, which Elle was a little ashamed to be a part of. Walking through the party, Elle noticed the way girls would drag their fingers across Mikey's arm, lingering in a way that spoke volumes to the phrase "more than friends". Elle felt like a five year old; unbelievably less mature than everyone at the party and a big dork that was trying to parade in big girl clothes. As Mikey rattled off names of his friends, Elle barely registered him as she now regarded the party with a wary glance. She could see the dirty looks other girls were giving her because she was firmly tucked against Mikey's side. Why did the female population have to hate each other? It was all about who could deliver the biggest blow to another girl's ego and they were always threatened by each other.

Elle was about to turn into a big fucking hypocrite though because a big giant threat had stepped into her vision. Usual spot at midnight Elle's ass. Babette knew just what to do and though Elle was uncomfortable about the whole mega-bitch thing, her vision was tinted with red and green in jealous anger. It was battle time, Elle the Great versus Nameless Slut. Reaching over, Elle plucked the girl's hand off of Mikey's arm, a condescending smile on her face. "Sorry, but I don't think he's interested in whatever STD you're suffering from this week." Minus 50HP to Nameless Slut! Because Elle didn't think she could handle retaliation from this #basicbitch, she took Mikey's arm and dragged him away from the scene, leaving Nameless Slut's mouth agape. A scowl pulled down the corners of her mouth into a little pout. Elle looked up to Mikey and said, "Okay, don't worry about the whole introductions thing anymore. I think I'm okay with not knowing these people." But she wasn't going to let petty bullshit drag her completely down, or was she? What Elle needed was a mood rebound, a chance to revive her party-self, and she knew just the way to do it.

"Let's just skip the talk and dance!" Elle stood on her tiptoes to whisper that into Mikey's ear, being clever enough to just so slightly lean her body against his. If these college bitches could play the game, well damn, so could Elle. Dancing should be the perfect way to get her mind off the ratchets putting their hands all over Mikey.

[MICHEAL "MIKEY" COLBERT]

You know you're a cut little heartbreaker

This was, well, awkward to say the least. Especially since he couldn’t exactly remember the girl’s name. Olivia? Jessica? Sacrebleu, he really needed to stop with the ladies. Ah, but they were such fun at times. Mikey was only human... er, with a talking candlestick stick in his head. Lumiere didn’t help either. He had a thing for flirting just as bad as Mikey. No, no... he was focused on Elle now. She was different. She was... something. The French flame was preparing a rebuttal when Elle stepped in.

"Sorry, but I don't think he's interested in whatever STD you're suffering from this week."

Mikey’s face went pale but all he could think was, OOOOOOOOH BUUUUURN. No pun intended. Okay maybe a little; it made Lumiere chuckle even though he was laughing already. “She has, how you say, sass, no?” Lumiere mused in his mind. Mikey looked between the two girls wondering if it was about to get all MTV catfight up in here. That would so not be totally awesome in every way. Nope. Not at all.

Soon he was being pulled away from the verbal train wreck (much to his dissatisfaction). He soon realized how upset Elle looked. “I’m sorry, they can be a little overbearing,” he said looking around. They seemed to be even worse today. People were already drunk and it wasn’t even that late! They didn’t really seem drunk as much as well, maybe stoned. Wait wasn’t maryjane a hippie thing? Maybe they were really getting into the 70‘s theme or something. (Or you know just finding an excuse to get high as a kite.)

"Let's just skip the talk and dance!"

Mikey felt his heart step it up a notch as she whispered in his ear. She was leaning on him and that dress. Sa robe! He was instantly hers at those words. “Yeah, let’s... let’s dance,” he said, quickly nodding. The music was some sort of awful disco but he really didn’t care. Every song could be danced to if you got creative. Mikey wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her even closer with a crooked smile. He was just swaying a little and about to lean down and whisper something sweet when someone tapped his shoulder.

“Want a groooovy drink?” He held out a platter of drinks to both of them.

You know you're a sweet little lovemaker

notes: burn indeed
outfit: loldisco
song: foxy lady by jimi hendrix

[NOELLE ARGENT]

Not many people knew this side of Elle, but she loved to dance. Just feeling the music coursing through her veins felt amazing and gave her a new feeling of liveliness. As Mikey wrapped his arms around her, Elle closed her eyes and just danced. Arms up, hips swaying, everything. Sure, Elle loved to dance obnoxiously at parties by living that #twerklife, but not tonight. It was Mikey and the music, even if it was shitty disco music. A smile took over Elle's features as she moved to the beat. Nothing could stop her or interrupt the moment---

"Want a groooovy drink?”

Elle frowned and stopped dancing, looking on at the guy with drinks, toked out of his mind. It was probably just alcohol, right? Elle had always been told to never take a drink from a random party-goer. That was just common sense, who knew what was in it? But Elle pushed all of those thoughts out of her head and boldly grabbed two drinks off the tray with a bit of a devious smile. "Thanks, bro!" Elle held one of the drinks out to Mikey. "C'est la vie!"

#gettingTURNTUP

Without waiting for Mikey to drink his, Elle shot back the drink, choking a little in the process. Whoa, that did not taste like regular alcohol. And Elle knew her liquors (can anyone say Svedka!). Shaking her head a bit, Elle blinked and looked around. "That wasn't alcohol! Heehee, look at all the colors!!" Elle took a moment to let the joke sink in because, well, she always saw colors! Duuuhhh.

Elle started to dance again, even though for some reason things were like...slowing down? Elle thought everyone looked really sluggish and silly! They aren't even close to the beat!! Elle thought. Or maybe she was just really fast? Whoa. That was a possibility! Elle just giggled and danced up on Mikey because hellooo, party time! God, it would have been so cool to live back in the 70s where everything was perpetually groovy and psychedelic.

Speaking of psychedelics, Elle's colors were still there...but they were like, moving? Elle couldn't help but raise up a hand and bat at the colors and oh god they moved!! Elle's mouth dropped open in a little "o" as she waved her hand around, making the colors swim and swirl together. Shoving Mikey on his shoulder, Elle said, "Do you see this?! The colors are like...alive."

this post really sucks u_u

[MICHEAL "MIKEY" COLBERT]

You know you're a cut little heartbreaker

Before Mikey could say no, Elle had taken two and handed him one. “Are you sure?” he asked not certain that she could really hear him over the music. The look on her face said why not so Mikey decided one shot of whatever this was wouldn’t hurt. He took the shot and made a face. That was something strong for sure. He looked over at Elle who was starting to look like all the people around them. Stoned. She was smiling though so that was good.

"That wasn't alcohol! Heehee, look at all the colors!!"

“I don’t think so--- wait, don’t you see colorssss, whoa.” The cup slipped from his hand and his eyes widened at what indeed were lots of colors. “Merde, what was in that drink?” he asked but his voice sounded slow like someone had decided to turn his life to slow mo... A weird grin broke out on his face because this was way too funny. Everyone started to slow down too except for Elle and the music. What was going on? This was beyond anything he’d ever experienced. It took him about two seconds to go with it though. This was so cool and hey there, Elle was dancing with him. They were so close that Mikey could feel the electricity. No, he really could. It was all tingly and awesome. Amazing. The floor turned to this weird jello looking stuff and Elle’s shoes. Wow, they were so fuzzy and... alive? Before he could reach down and check that out she was getting his attention. He looked up at her and grinned.

Looking around he saw the colors. They were everywhere! There were warm hues dancing out of speakers and cold hues bouncing off gelatin floor. Even when she spoke, Mikey could see color like warm breath on cold night. It was pink and pretty like her. “I see it! They’re moving and---” he leaned in closer noticing his voice made a cobalt blue. Maybe if they mixed it would make purple. He set his forehead against hers and held her close. “Ellie... do you know what else is alive?” he asked in a lower voice. “Your shoes. They’re... like... monsters. We should get out of here before they eat the floor.”

You know you're a sweet little lovemaker

notes: before they eat the floor... I love this.
outfit: loldisco
song: foxy lady by jimi hendrix