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

[implying]

"Not yet," he says, with a sigh and obvious regret. "Nor have I been punched lately. For all that I'm enjoying this place so far, it seems to have far fewer parties than is entirely proper."

[controlledvariable]

"There's still time," she pats his shoulder in commiseration, "Do I even want to ask how many parties you'd consider 'proper'?"

[implying]

"Oh..." He sips thoughtfully at his drink, mask tipped like he's staring thoughtfully at the ceiling. "Two a day, at least? Four on a really busy day."

He holds the other drink out to Stephanie, seeming to have just remembered its presence. The best alcohol he could find, naturally. "Unless you're a large fan of what you have there, and from what's missing so far I would guess you aren't, allow me to highly recommend this instead."

[controlledvariable]

Steph just blinks, not sure if he's joking, "How haven't you died of alcohol poisoning?"

"I'm not, but my mom taught me not to accept drinks I didn't see made." She feels guilty for having to turn it down, but even if Vanadi's been a good friend so far, she's not willing to completely trust him yet. She's also lying about her mom teaching her that; Steph learned it from attending parties back in high school.

[implying]

"Truly, a mystery." The bit of apparent motherly wisdom makes him smile though, and he nods, lifting his own glass in a tiny salute. "A wise woman, your mother."

He raises the glass he'd offered out to drink from it himself, tipping his head and looking pleased at the taste.

"There. If it's poisoned, we'll die together."

[controlledvariable]

"I wasn't worried about poison," But she puts the wine cooler down and accepts the drink, taking a small sip and smiling, "Thank you. What's in it?"

[implying]

It's not easy to tell with that mask, but he might look even more pleased to have it accepted.

"Quite a variety, actually! Pineapple vodka, strawberry schapps, cranberry juice, apple juice, a float of 151..." He flashes one more quick smile, and takes a deep drink of his own. Definitely a sweet and fruity drink, if there ever was one. "I'd advise drinking slowly."

[controlledvariable]

Steph starts to roll her eyes, but gets distracted by raising a brow instead, that's a significant amount of alcohol for Steph, considering she doesn't drink normally.

"Are you trying to get me drunk, Vanadi?" It's said lightly, she's mostly teasing.

[implying]

"It's a possibility that hasn't escaped my consideration," he says brightly, not an ounce of guilt in sight. She's had fair warning of what's in it, and a demonstration of him drinking it. As far as he's concerned, anything level of inebriation from here on out is entirely of her own violition.

[controlledvariable]

"You're going to be disappointed. Are you sure you don't want to spend your time with someone easier?" There's no venom in it. She hides her smile behind taking another sip of the drink.

[implying]

"As much as I appreciate your concern for my sex life, now and then I don't mind enjoying the company of simple friends." He grins over the rim of his own cup; a little sinister, if only by virtue of the sharp teeth. "Even if they are on the other team."

[controlledvariable]

"I'm shocked, I wasn't sure if you knew how to just be friends with someone." She gives in to the urge to grin back, "I feel like anyone overhearing this conversation is going to misinterpret our use of the word 'team'."

She doesn't seem bothered by that, just amused.

[implying]

He leans back, appearing to consider that possibility.

"Say. I don't suppose that's why you're opposed, is it?" And just like she's not bothered by it, he doesn't sound terribly put-off by the idea. Clearly he's not a guy to be phased by sexuality, if that wasn't already painfully apparent.

[controlledvariable]

"No, if that'd been the reason, I would've made it clear sooner. I'm just not interested in anything more complicated than friendship." It's the truth, she really can't get distracted from trying to figure out how to get home.

[implying]

Of course, Vanadi would consider that just an uncomplicated friendship-- but also of course, he realizes that most people don't have quite the standards he does. So he only smiles easily, as per usual. At least Steph is exceptionally easy to skirt the topic around.

"Ah, true, that. What with your love of bluntness, hmm?" One more sip, and he tips his head curiously. "Tell me, what was your last boyfriend like?"

[controlledvariable]

"Exactly, and I've never enjoyed leading people on." It wouldn't be fair to Vanadi, in her opinion, if she'd let him think she was interested when she wasn't.

Her eyebrows go up at the question, "You're asking about my ex? Really?"

[implying]

"I am!" Brightly, like he sees nothing wrong with it. Which he doesn't! If anyone were ever to ask him, he'd be happy to go on at great length about any of his... well, 'exes' is probably not the right word, but previous associations. "I'm curious as to what attracts you. Of course, if you don't mind answering."

[controlledvariable]

"I don't mind, it just surprised me that you wanna know," Of course, she's going to have to lie in places, considering so much of her and Tim's relationship revolved around their costumed identities. She's also not sure whether she should mention that Tim is in Baedal.

"His name's Tim, he's a year younger than me, he was pretty cute in that 'rich boy' way, and kind of a dork," she pauses, before deciding to fix that statement, "Actually, he's a huge dork, but in a sweet way; he's into computers and mathematics and that sorta stuff. He's kind of awkward as a result, just not really used to dealing with people, but he was good to me. He was always there when I needed him, even when it got him into trouble with his parents."

He'd snuck into the hospital just because she'd wanted him to be there when she had her daughter. Thinking about that, combined with talking so openly about Tim makes her feel a little vulnerable. She chews on her lip and shrugs, "I had to get out of the country for a while. When I came back he'd changed so much that we didn't work anymore."

[implying]

"He sounds like a quite a decent man," Vanadi concludes, after having nodded and smiled empathetically appropriately. And it's true. He's known his fair share of the type she's describing, and they have a certain appeal. He pauses suddenly though, frown apparent only in the quick downturn of the corners of his mouth. "Is this the same one that kept another girl from you?"

[controlledvariable]

"Yeah," She feels bad that she had to embellish that story a little, in truth, Darla had kissed Tim and Steph had missed the past where he pushed her away. But it works as an alternative to explaining that Steph didn't even know Tim's name for most of their relationship. "No one's perfect."

[implying]

"Very true." He taps thoughtfully his gloved ringfinger against the rim of his glass, but stops when he notices the dulled and muffled clang it makes. Not very finger-like, that. He speaks again quickly, to cover it. "Was Tim your most recent relationship, then?"

[controlledvariable]

She notices that sound, but doesn't comment on it, partly distracted by the question, partly just not wanting to press.

"Yeah, to be honest, its the only real relationship I've had. I don't think the losers I dated before that really count."

[implying]

"Well, of course they count. They provided you with experience, didn't they?" A gift offered by all, no matter how unsatisfying the general company, as far as Vanadi's concerned. It justifies an awful lot of friendships.

[controlledvariable]

"A bit more than that," It's muttered under her breath, her expression a bit dark but she tries to cover it and asks, "What about you? I'm sure all your past... relationships have been interesting."

[implying]

He pauses for a second to puzzle over that one, until she pushes onto the next topic. Still, though, it sounds like interesting gossip. He silently vows to save it for later.

"Oh, undoubtedly!" A wide smile with that one. "But you might have to be more specific, or just as undoubtedly, the two of us will be here all night."