blow a kiss for all the hearts they gon drop

[gwynn]

Who: EVERYONE IN THE WORLD
What: When it's time to party we will always party hard.
Where: Megan's apartment, Howl Barrow
When: Sukkardi/Saturday night
Notes: Threadjacking is encouraged. Also, again, if you want to tag in but your character wouldn't just show up, feel free to assume Megan befriended them somewhere and dragged them over/invited them personally.
Warnings: Preemptive warnings for drug use, naughty language and sexual situations.

Megan's housepartment (it looks like a house to her, but the realtor assured her it is an apartment, okay, whatever) is a quaint little thing in the middle of a friendly, middle class Howl Barrow street that is deceptively tame by day and comes alive by night. Her neighbours are super chill, which is her favourite part of living here -- she asked around about a party, if the noise would be a problem, and nobody had any problem with it. Howl Barrow rules.

The inside's a bit furnitureless right now -- she's got a few mismatched chairs and a pull-out sofa, that's about it -- but she's already started decorating a little, hanging art on the walls and putting up nice curtains. (Nobody is allowed to puke on her new curtains.) She's well-stocked with a wide selection of alcohol, ranging from mid-price beer to hard liquor, and snacks, nothing fancy.

She's got her bong out too, yeah.

By 7, there's already a couple people milling about and drinking -- coworkers from the Vault, mostly. Music's playing from an old suitcase turntable set up on the kitchen counter, it's something Baedal-native, hard rock, and in an alien language.

For the shy and/or drunken Snow Whites, there's a friendly, fluffy ragdoll cat lounging around, casually draping herself wherever is most convenient for attention and adulation. Caution: do not give cat beer.

Comments

[timewreck]

"Will you taste-test and choke on it?"

Oh, Kiden. Ever the friendly one looks a little too excited about that.

[implying]

"I could try, but no promises. I'm very good with my mouth, choking could prove difficult." And that lovely bit of intelligence provided, he happily swings himself over the back of the couch to take a seat next to her properly. ...And the couch kind of visibly sags under his disproportiate weight, which is a little weird, but okay.

"It's going to get cold," he says, a little disapprovingly. It's good food! You can't let good food get cold.

[timewreck]

Kiden doesn't notice the discrepancy between his weight and the couch because she is too busy scooting to the far, far edge of the sofa. She's practically ready to launch right off of it.

"How about you get to fucking off, dickhead?"

[implying]

This here is the heaviest sigh that has ever been sighed. Really, it is. He leans forward, putting the bowl on the table in front of the couch, and stands up again.

"I can probably manage that much. If you don't feel like eating it, would you do me the small favor of finding someone who will? I'd hate to let fine cooking go to waste." His own cooking, of course. He's just humble like that.

[timewreck]

"I don't hate anybody that much." Except him. Always except him.

She'll just sit here and drink her beer, no matter if she's clearly underage, until Vanandi leaves. Hopefully.

[implying]

He takes that with just a nod and a smile, and it sort of looks like he's heading away-- until he's draped over the back of the couch again. A bit nearer to her than where he'd been sitting. But that's just what she gets for scooting away so far. "Say, I don't suppose there's anything I could do to make you stop hating me quite so much? Short, of course, of dying. If I can help it."

[timewreck]

This is what she gets for trolling him on the network too, right? Damn him. Damn the temptation to start shit over a tiny little screen. Damn the temptation to dump the rest of her drink on that stupid little helmet, but Kiden doesn't waste booze. Ever.

"You could get the fuck out of my face before I punch you in yours. Or you can just stop looking like a dick in general," she replies as if she's just really giving him a little well-meaning advice.

[implying]

Vanadi makes a show of thinking that over, fingers at his chin before he finally shakes his head. "Call me suspicious, but I can't see that working. I think you would still hate me just as much in each case."

[timewreck]

"Yeah, because you'll still be a dick in either case, so why bother?"

Vanadi, you're ruining her buzz, man. Kiden can't even get drunk with him all up in her space. Where is Megan to save her? Oh, but until Megan gets here, kiden will just throw cheeseballs at Vanadi's face... the little that is visible.

[implying]

Gifts! Small, projectile gifts of food. That Kiden, what a thoughtful sweetheart. And Vanadi is happy to catch anything he throws in his mouth, pleased for the chance to.

"You know," he starts, finishes his bite, and pauses for some thoughtful regarding, "I don't think this is hatred. Because as far as I know I haven't actually done anything to earn it, and it would just be preposterous to hate without reason." He snaps his fingers, all but beaming. "This is just a form of affection, isn't it?"

Sorry, Kiden. This is his theory and he will now, officially, be sticking to it.

[timewreck]

"I thought I told you to fuck off."

Affection? Not even close, dude. He better not make her push his face in.

[implying]

Well, now that he has his pet theory, that just makes him smile. It's as good as an admission. He reaches to pat Kiden's head fondly (but is already pushing off and leaning away as he does, mostly for his own safety).

"Right you are. Until next time, my dear!" And is he... actually heading away? At last?