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]

"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."