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

[kryptonianclone]

Conner gives a light laugh. "Nah, I haven't really gotten to know anyone here all that well yet. Only been around for about a month now. I got a little lucky, you could say - a few people from my home are here too so I know them. What about you, anyone you know from where you come from here? And what's with the mask?"

[implying]

Conner, Conner, not so quickly with the questions, it makes the ones Vanadi doesn't want to answer far too easy to avoid.

"A month!" is the reaction that he decides far outweighs the others in importance. "A month, and you're still alone? If you'll forgive my saying, that won't do at all." He steps to Conner's side, threading an arm through his elbow. Not too close, but certainly awfully friendly and familiar. "Oblige me, if you will, and point out anyone in this room that interests you. Even a little! Just to get a sense of your tastes, you see."

[kryptonianclone]

Conner side eyes him a little at side stepping a few things but he lets it go. If he doesn't want to say, he doesn't want to say. "Not alone. I live with my friend. ... Well, if we're talking about alone as in being single, then yeah." He gives Vanadi a slightly weirded out look when he takes a hold of his arm, but he doesn't shove him away. "Uuuh... Interests me in what way?"

[implying]

"Precisely as in being single, yes. And in any way!" He poins with his free hand, guiding Conner's attention to a pretty woman in the corner, currently engaged in talking to a small group. "Her, for example, with the blonde hair and those charmingly short shorts. I'm certain you would find her pretty-- she is a very beautiful woman, anyone would-- do you suppose you could see yourself on a date with her?"

[kryptonianclone]

"Yeah, she's pretty hot," he agrees. "I suppose, sure." He glances around at anyone else in the room. "She's a babe, over there. And her too." He points out a few more random people that he thinks look attractive but it's probably not hard to see if you're really looking at him he's not actually interested in doing anything with them. It's more so just pointing them out because Vanadi started by pointing out a girl.

[implying]

Oh, Vanadi can tell. Vanadi can definitely tell. He's finetuned his 'is this guy into it or faking it' senses to a sharp point over the years. So he nods thoughtfully, a hand on his chin, and points next to a young man. "And him as well, I feel. Lovely bone structure, he has."

[kryptonianclone]

Conner just raises an eyebrow in a 'seriously?' type of way, not because he's pointing out a guy, but because of what he's pointing out on said guy. "Bone structure. Sure."

oh god look out there's a wild \ lurking around for some reason

[implying]

"Or whatever else you like about him, really!" he adds brightly. It is a good bone structure, okay. Imps care about that kind of thing.

[kryptonianclone]

"He's not so bad looking," Conner will admit, at least.