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[sebastian joseph armsworth]

Rolling up the sleeves of his white shirt Sebastian walked out of the room humming quietly. The scent of Greek cooking filled the air. Heading to the kitchen he eyed the cooks and chiefs as they worked hastily to finish the finger food for the evening. It was that time of year again. The first week in July Sebastian hosted a white party. Walking over to the island in the kitchen Sebastian took a sample of the food. Rolling his eyes in pleasure he smiled giving the cooks a thumbs up and muttered compliments in Greek. Licking the sticky baklava crumbs from his lips he went outside to the backyard. "Really?" He said out loud. "This party starts in a half an hour! And we only have one bar open and one heating lamp? Seriously." Walking over to the servers and bartenders he shook his head pouring himself half a glass of ouzo. He couldn't believe there was only thirty minutes until the party started and everything wasn't ready.

Going back into the house Sebastian sipped his ouzo slowly as he tapped his foot against the ground. His white loafers matched his white skinnies and silk shirt. Wondering around the living room he gave the decorating people his nod of approval. Seriously. Nothing pissed Sebastian off more then a group of professionals who cannot do their job. Luckily for the decorating them they actually knew what they were doing. Panicking just a little bit Sebastian saw that the other bartender had arrived and was setting up his bar. Leaving his drink on the glass coffee table Sebastian nearly sprinted out to the backyard to the late bartender and gave him 'that look'. "Seriously? We start in less then 30 minutes and you start now?! Do you not realize that the wine needs to be chilled? What about the the bubbly drinks? Hmm?" Sebastian glared at the bartender. The rather cute bartender. The bartender that was Sebastian's Friend with Benefits. Rolling his eyes Sebastian gently pecked him on the cheek. "Be glad I love you...sorta..." Going back into the house Sebastian gave the order for the servers to start plating their trays and to be ready. He also gave order for two servers to be at the door with either wine or bubbly. "Okay... The guests should be arriving any minute..." Sebastian muttered quietly as he looked around for his glass of ouzo.

[madison lyn rayne]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h177/edykstra/madisontemp1.png); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 4px solid #000000;] Sticks & stones may break my bones, but chains and whips excite me Madison was having one bad week. Things with Marcus were just not working out like she had hoped, she was beginning to wonder if it was even worth her time, but she couldn’t stop thinking about how wonderful he was and all the good times he had. She knew deep down that he was the one. Her soul mate. Too bad he thought she was a crazy bitch stalker. Deciding that she needed a change and just needed to get her mind off Marcus, Madison remembered that it was the annual White Party that her friend Sebastian put on. She never thought she would have a gay friend, but had to admit it was ten times better than how they portrayed it the movies. She couldn’t wait to show up at his party tonight. Knowing it was time for a change, Madison dyed her hair a temporary blonde. She wasn’t quite sure if she would like the blonde hair, so she didn’t want anything that would last longer than a day or two. When the finished results dried, she ran her fingers through her hair as she looked in the mirror. ”Not bad” she thought to herself with a satisfied smile. Rummaging through her small closet, the only white she could find was a pair of white shorty shorts, and a white blazer. Putting on the two articles of clothing she frowned as she looked in the mirror, it was missing something, it wasn’t quite her yet. Unbuttoning the top two buttons of the blazer she showed just a little of her black bra. Smiling she slipped on a silver bracelet and ran her signature red lipstick across her lips. Smacking her lips once, she slipped on a pair of white heels and headed out to Sebastian’s. When she arrived at his place, she laughed and rolled her eyes at some of the losers waiting outside for the party time to arrive. She didn’t care that she was five minutes early, Madison walked right in the house and set her purse in a safe spot. She looked around for her friend, or anyone else, but couldn’t find anyone. Heading into the living room all she found was Sebastian’s glass of ouzo. She knew it was his so she picked up the glass and took a sip before wandering around. It was just as she was about to leave the room, she heard his voice coming from the outside. Turning around she smiled as she saw her friend and raised his glass as she saw him looking around. ”Looking for this?” created by Ruby

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[kit ty innis]

Kit had nothing on this evening. Literally nothing. No job, no other commitments. He was bored stupid and was sitting on his front in his dorm, checking his Facebook account. Facebook stalking was a fun game of his – like the rest of the Facebook community! He flicked through a few friends’ pages when something caught his eye – an OPEN event to a party at a guy called Sebastian Armsworth who had...20 mutual friends?! Kit clicked on the event, glancing down and saw it started in an hour. He smiled – this guy Sebastian was very cute, very sexy indeed. He smirked.

He checked the address, scribbled it down on a piece of paper and sat up. A party at a cute guy’s house seemed a nice idea now. Perhaps there would be people there he’d know... He stretched, shut his computer down and rolled off the bed. His room was a bit of a mess, clothes everywhere and bits of paper lying on the floor. He kicked some dirty clothes out the way as he made for the mirror, checking his hair. He stared at his reflection, making sure he looked as single and sexy as possible. Apparently the party was a white party, and so he grabbed a white shirt, white skinny jeans and trainers and then grabbed a white jacket and phone from beside the door.

He took the stairs two at a time and stepped out into the street. It was still light outside. He hurried along, checking the address every so often. He knew where it was about...

After fifteen minutes, he rounded a corner and easily could tell which house it was – the one with all the lights on and a few people hanging outside. He smiled at a few of the people as he walked up the path and pushed open the door.

”Hello?” he asked, the faint trace of his English accent echoing around the room. He grabbed a glass of wine from one of the bartenders and headed towards where he heard voices. Standing nearby was the host (must be, he was cute) and a girl he recognised. ”Oh, hi. I’ve heard there’s a party?!” he smiled at them both. ”Sorry if I’m intruding. I’m Kit...”