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.

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[gwynn]

"Telling is boring! Doing is better!" It's hard to argue with that philosophy, really.

She plunks her ass down on the couch and pulls out her bong and the tin she keeps her stash in; it's one of those old-timey lunchboxes for kids with comic book characters native to some alien planet on it, she just thought it looked cool. "Watch and learn," she says, just before packing and lighting the bowl.

[implying]

He brightens as soon as he sees that display, because really, there's just no mistaking that. It's not something he regularly seeks out, really, but not something he'd turn down either! Vanadi takes a seat at the couch next to her, smiling.

"Why, all you really had to do was clarify, my dear! I'm quite familiar with the substance."

[gwynn]

"Okay 'cause I was gonna say, if they've not got macaroni cards or bongs where you're from, then shit, you're totally deprived. And stuff." Megan gallantly offers to let him take the first hit, because she is a gentlelady and a scholar.

[implying]

"Please, my dear, have no fear at all. I'm well versed in substance abuse." And since Vanadi is a gentle...imp, he'll accept with a grateful nod and take a long pull. He smirks as he hands it back, lifting one hand to his nose and mouth. When he breathes out, smoke pours out of the eyeholes of the mask. Because that's... a totally awesome party trick, right. You only have to be a little weird to appreciate it.

[gwynn]

Thankfully, Megan is a lot weird. Duly impressed, she laughs and delightedly claps her hands. "That's neat! How d'you do that?"

When she takes a hit, she's on there for a long time. She's got a hell of a lung capacity for such a tiny person, that is not a small bong. It's a point of pride for her that she never has to ask anyone else to prep it for her, not since she was fourteen. (...she's had a colourful upbringing, yes.)