Picanic Audition

[Miss Jack]

It seems that despite my burden of supreme importance and overseeing of the newbs, I do indeed have time. (^.~)

Now then, you're aware we switched the order of the POVs? First person first, and then the challenge response is in 3rd person.

K.

Your word prompt is:
Multitasking

[picanic]

"What is it? What’s wrong?"

The look on her face is pitiable; she’s confused, and I know this is completely my fault. Well, mine and the beer’s. "Look," I say, mustering all my honesty. If it isn’t clear that I’m uncomfortable with this then I don’t know what is; I’m sweating like a pig and it’s all I can do not to twitch as the girl leans in closer, moving her hand up my knee. She’s trying to soothe me. I wish I could remember her name, but the music from the party downstairs is pounding in time with my head and I’m way too drunk for coherent thought. "I’m—"

"Secretly a woman?" someone helpfully suggests. I glare past her ear to where my best friend is leaning against the wall, grinning knowingly at me as if he’s been expecting this all along. “Impotent? Bat-shit insane?” he continues, which is really not a fair accusation for a delusion to be making. I try to ignore him, to tear my attention away and focus on the girl, who’s starting to look sulky as well as puzzled—but now he’s pushing off from the wall, his bright eyes narrowed in a smirk as he walks over to the bed. “…Pathetic?”

A shudder runs up my spine and I grind my teeth together. I close my eyes and will him to shut up, to get lost, to leave me alone so I can think straight. The mattress squeaks under his phantom weight as he flops down next to us, but I know I’m the only one who can hear it. "Hey," the girl prompts with a touch of irritation; she’s still watching me, wondering why I haven’t answered yet. By now the silence has stretched way too long to be excusable. "Are you okay?"

[Miss Jack]

Very good. I'm getting excited by all these excellent new members. You took quite a bit of creative license with 'multitasking', but I really like what you came up with.

Challenge:
The pounding of the music downstairs comes to a screeching halt. There is chorus of shouts, screams, and the thundering of feet as people hurry to leave the building. The cops have arrived-- there's always a backcorner drug deal going on. A pair of the good ol' black and blue run up the stairs, banging on bedroom doors.

[picanic]

The girl stiffens. His friend props himself up on his elbows and glances towards the door with interest. Jacob bites off a curse, but there's a part of him that is actually very grateful for this deus ex machina; there's no time to explain deep-seated sexual anxieties when you're running from the cops. He grabs the girl's hand and stands up, pulling her with him. One glance tells him that she's completely frozen up, panic flashing through her glazed eyes. "We need to get out of here," he whispers fiercely, then stalls, his gaze ranging around the bedroom for inspiration. He practically jumps out of his skin when a heavy knock shakes their door, but his friend just rolls his eyes and jerks a thumb at the window behind them.

"Worst party ever," he grouses as Jake scrambles to unlatch it, watching him herd the girl out onto the roof before crawling through himself. By the grace of a conveniently placed trellis they manage to reach the ground, then everyone bolts for the bushes—except Jake's friend, who more kind of saunters. Jake slows on instinct and turns back at the edge of the lawn, waiting for him.

"Come on!” the girl hisses insistently, and hauls him off into the dark.

[picanic]

(Oh good. XD I definitely did, and I was kind of worried about it. Thanks!)

[Miss Jack]

-applauds- Good job. I can tell you're a roleplayer, you have a knack for storytelling. You're approved. On to creating a character!

[picanic]

SWEET BEANS. *pumps fist in air* ...I mean, ahum, excellent :3 thank you. I'll get on that asap.