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

[charismatic]

Will has a drink already – not his first, actually, but he's pacing himself because he's not interested in getting drunk tonight – and he's spent most of his time here alternately absorbing how different this is from the dull high society parties Teo used to drag him to all the time, and talking to random people. He figures he should try to get to know people in his cohort, at the very least, and since he's here...

“Hi,” he says to the woman in the red dress. He misses having bright colors. Not the most, of course, but it hadn't occurred to him until now. He hadn't had any of those once he went back up to space, either. He tilts his head a little, looking at the present. “Were we supposed to bring gifts?”

[norea]

She turns to face Will at the question, pausing--and then she breaks into one of her million-kilowatt friendly smiles, shaking her head, tucking her hair back away from her face, a faux self-deprecating tone to her voice. "Oh, I've disrupted the tone of the event, I think." Not that she really minds, terribly. "No, I know the hostess--we're colleagues, and I can't stay long, so."

Hasi indicates the wrapped gift.

"Housewarming present. I'm pretty sure Megan is just going to be delighted at the turnout."

[charismatic]

Will nods, trying not to squint under the glare of her smile. It is very, very bright. “It seems like there are a lot of folks here,” he says. Probably a good chunk of their cohort, including people like him, who don't actually know what they're doing here. “I'm Will,” he adds after a moment, offering her a hand to shake. “I don't want to take up too much of your time, if you're in a hurry.”