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.

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[boomvox]

Jae's major contribution to the party is the soundtrack: he isn't a walking iTunes store (yet), but despite his limited time in the city so far, he's dug up an impressive amount of local and imported music. His major score for the night is En Vogue's Funky Divas, and if everyone in here is not properly impressed, thrilled, and awed, it is highly possibly they can no longer be friends!! No, okay, he's not that extreme, but still.

He drinks slowly, deceptively, and goes through more red party cups than seems like would be a good idea, but manages to keep his composure pretty impressively. At some point in the evening he'll start to feel a little claustrophobic, but he's got ways to manage it.

[gwynn]

As soon as he approaches Megan's pixie sense starts tingling* and tells her that there is someone here she has to inflict herself on, so she goes looking. He's not hard to spot, he's a million feet tall and also, you know, hair. "Jae!" she shrieks at a volume that probably ought to shatter glass just before launching herself at him. Party Bros For Life, okay.

Also she is pretty drunk.

* NOTE: Megan does not possess a pixie sense, that is the beer.

[boomvox]

Like Superman responding to a distressed damsel's cry, Jae turns towards Megan, not startled or alarmed at all, merely purposeful - because they are here on a mission, to party.

"Megan." Does she want a hug? A drunken side-hug, maybe? (Note: not a Jesus side-hug.) "I brought you a present."

[gwynn]

Megan wants a full frontal hug and she's going to get it or someone is going to die. ... no, but she would pout, so it's good that he's offering. She does have to hover a little to avoid hugging him roughly around the knees, he's a lot taller than she is. "You came! Good! I was going to throw myself into the sea if I had to play the same album twice, total party foul." She would have teleported herself seaward and then wound up wet and confused, she's... that tipsy, yes. "Presents! Yay! You didn't have to, you know!"

[boomvox]

Jae has already adapted to hugging somebody with wings - that Megan is as great as she is really helps his jitters with nonhumans - and keeps one arm around her after, hand resting on her hip, gentlemanlike even with the liquor.

"It's not a couch," he says, amused - which is what she REALLY needs, apparently. But he holds up a burned CD (rare enough, here) and then sets it up and hits play.

[gwynn]

Megan shrieks loud enough to be heard in Mog Hill, which is rapidly becoming a pattern with her. In fairness, less so when she's strictly sober. "You found En Vogue!" Of course she appreciates it, look at her, she's painfully 90's, despite... only having been born in '95. (Oh god.) He is getting doublehugged, in that case. THE BEST.

[boomvox]

He can't help it - Jae cracks up at her reaction, which is kind of great with his voice. But it's totally worth it, because it's a pain in the ass to get music here, so that someone else appreciates it is the best.

"I knew you'd understand."

[gwynn]

"It's like we're soulmates, how did I live before you?" Sometimes context turns things from alarming to kind of hilarious, and this is one of those times -- on another girl that would be weird, but considering her degree of not-serious... yeah. She's just really excited about music she recognises from home, okay. So many feelings.

"And now I must dance! The rhythm is calling me!"

TAKE 2

[boomvox]

"Very sadly-" Don't tempt his ego, Megan, he isn't an arrogant jackass but it's still there, like a very smug, lazy cat.

(Or a drunk one, whatever - no, he's not nearly there yet. With his height and history, it takes a little while.)

"Break it down, girl." This is what he procured this album for, after all.

[gwynn]

Break it down, she does, although she is also hamming it up a little (...a lot) because it's her party, she's tipsy, and she's happy to make a big spectacle of herself so no one else has to feel bad about their dancing skill (or lack of it). After a bit of that, she hauls Jae over to dance with her.