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]

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?