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((So, how do we start off our epical drama-filled plans? ;D))

(( >:( You stink. ))

Josh limped into Scourge's apartment with one hand clamped to his stomach. His head reeled impossibly fast, going over the night entirely in his head. I'm going to die, he told himself quietly. Realization wasn't painful or shocking or scary; it was if his entire world had just been numbed and put into slow motion.

He was going to die. 

Suddenly his knees gave out and he pitched forewards, catching himself on the coffee table. But he was too weak to hold himself up, so he sprawled out on the floor, vision rimmed with different flashing colours. He opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't seem to find his voice. 

SCOURGE?! his mind screamed as he tried to get his voice working. Please, please don't let me die! I'm not ready for that yet. I can't...I'm slipping... His vision wavered and was doused in blackness, except for some fuzzy shapes he could barely make out.

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Sarah glanced at Luke, a dangerous, yet risky thought entering her mind. "Hey Luke," she said softly, biting her lip as she reconsidered telling him. "Um..." She blinked, cursing herself. "What would you think if I asked you to call Jace up and invite him over?" She watched him warily, swallowing her fear of what he might say or do; it tore at the edges of her heart.

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Charlotte stood in the kitchen and sipped her coffee in silence, standing right in the middle of Reverend and Jacoby. This should be interesting.... she thought quietly to herself, a small smile playing at the edge of her lips. But instead of saying anything she fixed her eyes on her coffee and ignored the tugging on her heart strings.

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Jace lounged around at his house, vision hazed and colourful spots dancing in front of his eyes. He was completely and totally wasted. He even had his hand wrapped around a half-empty bottle of beer.

The phone rung three times, then a familiar slurred voice picked up the other line. "Hello?" the male voice mumbled, making it obvious they were drunk.

"Hello Jace," Sarah said quietly. "It's Sarah; I was wondering if you wanted to come over or something."

"Sounds good-" he hicccuped. "I'll walk over there now. What's your address sweet thang?" 

Sarah resisted the urge to throw up and told him quietly. "I'll be waiting," she said quietly, but coldly, and then hung up. She walked back into the bedroom, and looked at Luke.

"I'm going to do something much, much more satisfying than punching him." She thought to herself after, I'm going to turn the bastard to gold!

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Jace threw on his coat and stumbled out of his house, looking down at the messy writing on the paper he had in his hand that was hardly ledgable. 

Sarah shook her head. "Just hide in the kitchen so you can see us, but we can't see you. Then you'll figure it out." She blinked, listening as the doorbell rang. She cursed. "Hurry and hide!" she spat, racing for the door.

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Jace leaned against the wall outside.

(( >:) NOW WE GET SERIOUS ))

Sarah opened the door, faking a smile. "Jace." she said as pleasant as possible. "Nice to see you." 

Jace nodded drowsily, walked in and flopped on the couch; this would be easier than she thought it would be. 

She sat down next to him and grabbed his hand, guilt already flashing through her like lightning. He smiled at her, making it seem like the alcohol was wearing off. Maybe it was. "Hey babe," he said, grinning. "What? I don't get a hello kiss?"

Sarah swallowed all her fear, doubt and disgust, and grinned. "Why, yes you do." she said, climbing onto his lap. She felt his hands on her waist, which made her want to vomit. Then she pressed her lips against his, and tried not to pull away when he kissed her back, smelling strongly of beer.

As he parted his lips, hers along with his, and pressed her tightly against him, Sarah slid her gloved hand up his shirt, and then her not gloved one, but didn't touch her palm to his skin yet. 

She moved her lips to his ear. "There's two things you need to know about me," 

Jace smirked, "Whazzat?"

In one smooth movement she pressed her hand to his chest, feeling gold form under her hand and him give a little gasp of surprise. She stood up straight, looking relieved and defiant. 

"One," she said loudly and strongly. "Nobody pushes me around and uses me."

Jace was starting to panic as the gold spread across his chest, and started to suffocate him.

"And two," Sarah grinned despite her horrible feeling. "I always get even."

Jace tried to stand up. He shreiked, reaching an arm out towards her. She stumbled backwards just as his eyes went blank and the gold completely overtook him. The only thing that wasn't gold was the silver sheen of his eyes, locked onto her's in panic and grief. 

She looked away, swallowing the bile rising in her throat. And then she remembered Luke.

He'd just watched as she pretty much got it on with Jace, right in front of him, and then turned him to gold.

Suddenly Sarah felt rather faint, and she dashed into the kitchen and started to puke into the sink as tears streamed down her face.

(( O.O whoa ))

Scourge turned at the sound of a thud, and spotted Josh, sprawled across the floor, his eyes rolling slightly into his head, and she let out a started yelp in shock at the sight. In spite of her normally... vicious behavior, she leapt to the ground, wrapping an arm under Josh's neck, shaking him, "Josh? Josh! Holy s--t!" She started.

Jacoby sighed, pushing his coffee away from him, "I gotta go take a-" He was about to say 'piss' but there was a lady here, he didn't wanna be rude(XD). "I gotta go to the bathroom." He stated, standing up.

Reverend scratched the back of his head lightly, nodding at Jacoby, 'Alright."