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

OTA all the way

[hearditbothways]

If this is how he can live his life until this delusion ends - just hopping from party to party - he's fine with it. It keeps his mind off the obvious hints and facts that keep piling up, evidence that tells him how this is in fact a very real experience.

Either that or he has gone completely, entirely insane. It's so weird that he should function so well inside his delusion, however, and that again makes him wonder.

Or should make him wonder. Only not tonight. Because Shawn is postponing the scheduled dealing and thinking part for another day. Like he did yesterday. And the day before. He is getting quite good at that.

With an easy smile he pushes his way through the crowd, getting himself a drink and scanning the room for people he already knows or might want to get to know.

[gwynn]

"Shawn!" He'd better be prepared to be assaulted by a tiny pink girl, because that's what's happening here -- she lurches in his direction and then hurls herself at him, thankfully with not a lot of force since she's not that big. She's a tactile person, especially when she's a little drunk, so as the night's worn on she's gotten even touchier than she usually does. "How did I miss you? When did you get here?"

[hearditbothways]

Assaults are good! At least when they're conducted by pink wonderfairies.

"Just got here, really." Shawn grins and hugs right back, but there is something of an awkward hint to it. As a self-proclaimed ignorer of any personal space ever he's a tactile person, too, but that only works when he's the actor. And hugs are... well, hugs.

"But as for how you missed me, I will gladly let you count the ways."

[gwynn]

Shut up and get hugged, Shawn. No one denies tiny fairy girls their hugs.

"Well, you're gonna be waiting a while, buddy, 'cause I never learned how to count." ... madam.

[hearditbothways]

Apparently. Fine. He'll take it like a man with an unhealthy love for fluffy bunnies.

"I see. In this case, why don't we just settle for 'much and many'."

[gwynn]

"That works for me! Now come here, I'm not even like, halfway drunk enough. If I don't black out and lose my underwear somewhere, it doesn't even count." Than...ks for sharing? That said, she'll grab a beer -- she makes a big deal about getting drunk but she is actually going pretty slow tonight because she's waiting for someone and she doesn't want to be wasted when he shows up.