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]

"Well, I'm glad you have such a high opinion of my charms." Said almost earnestly, but really, he has no doubt that he will end up going home with someone, which gives it a touch of sarcasm. "But don't worry! I'll be sure to tell you all about whomever it is I end up with."

[controlledvariable]

"I'd expect nothing less, I'm so looking forward to hearing about your adventures in debauchery." That is sarcasm. Quite a lot of it. She even manages to keep her expression even, instead of smiling like she wants to.

[implying]

Oblivious, or uncaring? The world may never know. But either way, Vanadi is charging right on ahead with a happy smile. "Oh, well, there's certainly no need to wait! I haven't been idle in the time I've been here so far, not to mention all of my stories from home."

[controlledvariable]

She wishes people were less immune to her glares. She's also kind of impressed. "Didn't you only get here a few days ago? Have you really managed to get laid already?"

[implying]

"Well, several times." There's a twist to his mouth, which he clearly feels isn't translating very well to the rest of his face, and so he adds, "This would be an incredulous expression, if you could see it."

[controlledvariable]

"Thank you for clarifying," She's not going to admit she's impressed, even if she is.

"That reminds me, I was wondering if you take the mask off during sex?" Yeah, she was actually curious about that. Steph's somehwhat concerned that she's showing too much interest in Vanadi's sex life, but at least it stops him asking about hers.

[implying]

There's a would you like you see for yourself? just yearning to make itself heard with that, but he manages to keep it back. With anyone else, yes, but this particular friend had made her stance very clear. But it's still a struggle.

He glances away instead, a little thoughtfully. "Ah... well, now and then. If he or she really minds it, I will."

[controlledvariable]

That was a wise decision, Steph might have smacked him for that comment. As it is, she just nods at his answer, "That's fair enough, I guess it's not too obstrusive."

She's so damn curious about the mask, and what's underneath, but she knows she won't get any straight answers if she asks. So she just adds, "And hey, there are probably people who are into it, which would be a bonus."

[implying]

"There are! More than you might think, even." A wide smile and cocked head go with the apparently fond memories that calls up, until the beak of the mask tips toward her again with renewed curiosity. He can't go too long without wondering about her sex life, boyfriends, or lack of both, after all.

"And how do you fill your time here, if not with sex?"

[controlledvariable]

"No, I'm sure there are plenty." She gets enough comments about her Batgirl cowl that she has a pretty clear idea of how many people might enjoy it.

"Exploring, mostly. I went for a two hour run this morning just to see the sights." She's not joking, being kidnapped by a city isn't an excuse to stop training. "And I start my job on Monday, so I won't have a lot of free time for a while."

[implying]

"Well, that doesn't sound half so bad as I imagined! I thought you would have some sort of awful answer for me, like sitting very still and reading silently, or some such." Not that Stephanie strikes him as a particularly inactive person. If anything, the answer isn't too surprising. "Exploring, though! You ought to take me with you next time."

[controlledvariable]

"I did check out the library, but there weren't any interesting books, and it's not like I have homework anymore so it was a quick trip." Not having any more college work is one of the advantages about being here. Though, depending how long she's here, she might start studying again.

"Sorry, I'll bring you along next time, if you think you can keep up."

[implying]

"I think there's a good chance of that." A very good chance, really, what with the sudden improved endurance that went with the system upgrades. He hardly remembers what it's like to be out of breath. But also an excellent excuse, of course, is: "I do get very excellent regular workouts, you know."

[controlledvariable]

"Hm, we'll see," Steph actually enjoys running, she could do without the rest of her training (she hates weight training). And she enjoys a challenge even more.

"I suppose it's good endurance training if you're doing it right, which I'm sure you do." There you go Vanadi, have a compliment.

[implying]

"I do, but if you'd like some first hand exper--" Oh, right. He cuts that off, lips pursed, and sighs. "Ah, nevermind that. Instinct. I do, and thank you for the confidence."

[controlledvariable]

"Well done." She says it when he cuts himself off, her tone genuine, if a little bemused, "It's simple logic, if you were terrible in bed, people would've warned their friends and you'd never get laid."

Yes, Steph, that is what you should use the logic/reasoning part of you detective training for.

[implying]

"True enough! We do very quickly spread word of..." He pauses, trailing off as he attempts to find a kind way of saying it. "Of who could use further instruction. I dare say word is a bit like wildfire on the feminine side of the news reports, too."

[controlledvariable]

Steph snickers, "You're right about that, I remember how gossipy all the girls could be after a big party had happened. I'm pretty sure I knew the sex habits of most of the guys at school before I actually slept with any of them."

[implying]

"Really!" He leans forward with clear interest, and it's a little obvious that the ladies aren't the only ones to enjoy gossip. Gossip was pretty much a religion here he came from, okay. "Tell me, had you slept with many? Were the reports accurate?"

[controlledvariable]

"A few," She's amused at his interest, and doesn't see harm in answering the questions, "And yeah, there was nothing unexpected, which you'd think would've been enough to discourage me from some of them, but I made bad decisions when I was younger."