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Pulling up to the parties

WHO: Gamzee Makara, Tavros Nitram, and anyone who wants to PAR-TAY
TONE: Hilarious, fun
RATING: PG-13 to R for possible shenanigans
WHEN: May 5th
WHERE: Empty classroom
WHAT: Gamzee is throwing a birthday bash for his bro! Everyone is invited!
STATUS: Ongoing

There was food. There was music. There were sparkly lights. There was booze. There was even a ridiculously oversized cake, though that had yet to be wheeled in. Gamzee had done everything he could to make sure the birthday party he was throwing for Tavros was well attended, and everyone knew the best way to get a hopping party was to let the Hufflepuffs know they were all invited. Which he had. And then, of course, he had to get the word out to absolutely everyone else he didn't think would be a bastard to his boy.

And then it was just a matter of getting permission to use one of the empty classrooms (he made sure to go through Iroh), setting everything up, waiting for people to come, throwing a blanket silence charm in the hall to disguise everything, and then dispatching Karkat to go get Tavros. When the Hufflepuff showed up, there would be a roomful of people waiting to yell surprise at him, a band with some sweet tunes, and a particularly tastyfine present Gamzee intended to give his bro later.

Because some shit was worth the wait.

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In a corner to herself, Noodle sits, tuning her guitar carefully, as she waits for the rest of her bandmates to show their faces. Normally she wouldn't be anywhere near a shindig like this, but a gig was a gig. They needed to get their names out there, and this would be one way of doing it. And it was a practice.

Hopefully the other two wouldn't forget to show.

And at some point during the party, Gamzee will saunter over and deliver some booze, because you always give the musicians booze! It's how it works!

"Damn, those be some fine tunes gifted to my hear ducts, sis." Beer?

The booze is taken with a rise of an eyebrow through Sue simply tucks it to the side, opting out of drinking. Instead she'll keep it, knowing she'll be able to bribe Murdoc with it, or give it to 2D for his headaches. But she does nod, offering a small smile.

"Thank you. I would prefer my Les Paul, but without electricity for the amp it's useless. But the sound would be much stronger."

"Denley said he wos gonna take care of that, though," Stuart mumbles, stumbling over to Noodle and plopping down right next to her. Sort of on top of her, really, but only because he couldn't exactly aim well when his pills were just starting to wear off. He was wavering right on the edge of pain and comfortably numb. "Um, Sue, have you got some of me meds, I fink Murdoc's buggered off wif mine again..."

"Yeah, I think there's gotta be some kind of motherfuckin' spell for that shit, but I ain't got my knowing much of wizard bands," Gamzee admits, then glances over as 2D arrives, automatically holding out another beer to him.

"What d'you take, bro?" he asks, as if this isn't an insanely rude question.

"You'd think so, but many wizards have little to no care about the muggle world, even the muggle born ones. So I'm not surprised there is no spell." As Stu comes over and practically falls onto her, Sue shifts, her first move to protect her precious guitar. Then once that's safe she nudges him, getting him to rest against her bony shoulder as she searches her pockets for his pills.

"You really should stop letting him get a hold of them. If this happens during the night there's no way you can get to me." The cap is popped and the tube offered up, Sue knowing it's best to let her brother judge his pain.

Naw, no resting on her shoulder. He's just going to flop across the back of both of them like the muppet he is, his head resting against hers.

"I didn't mean to! They were in my school bags, so..." He just kind of trails off uncertainly, shrugging one shoulder. He takes three of the offered pills, swallowing them down dry before turning to shrug helplessly at Gamzee. "I 'unno? I never actually looked at the bottle..."

"What're they supposed to do, then?" Gamzee asked curiously, cracking the beer, since apparently 2D isn't going to take it. "Motherfuckin' pain killers or something?"

"Keep them in your pocket or something." Another shift, until she's comfortable. She's more then used to muppet slumps.

"They're prescription pain killers yes," Sue answers because she actually knows. Someone has to, and in a way Sue's letter three years ago had been it's own relief. Someone sensible to keep an eye on the elder Pot. "He has migraines, and the dents Murdoc gave him don't help."

Oh, hey, that was a beer held in his direction, wasn't it? It kind of, you know, slipped his mind until Gamzee started drinking it. "Can I have one?"

"An-and speakin' of those dents... I wos finking... you're Noodle, righ'? So, maybe, coz of me being your brother, I should have a cool name too! So, uh... whatchoo fink, if I started going by 2D?"

"Also, we still need a band name... that isn't Stinkfish."

"Oi."

Suddenly Murdoc is on the scene and closing in on the little tea party over here. He's smirking but there's some obvious irritation in his expression.

"There's nothin' wrong with Stinkfish."

"2D is motherfuckin' old school," Gamzee says approvingly, though his opinion wasn't asked, as he holds out yet another bottle to Stu. He blinks wide dark eyes at the older boy that seems, to him, to appear out of nowhere, and adds mildly, "I don't think it all supposed to be smelling."

"2D is good... It'll make people think." Shifting her brother yet again she rolls her eyes at Murdoc, half nodding over what Gamzee's saying.

"Exactly. Stinkfish is a horrible name. 2 to 1, it's not happening. 3 to 1 if you count Gamzee." Flicking her head slightly to make her fringe shift, Noodle gives Murdoc a challenging look, half daring him to push it.

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Later in the party, after Equius had jumped from Tavros's cake and pulled away from his fawning, the Ravenclaw ended up just... hovering around the band. Really, it could be said that he was brooding in a corner, if it wasn't for the ruffly, pastel pink dress or the doll-like make-up on his face, but he was doing his best despite it. But more specifically, he was watching Noodle and her guitar, the way she moved and interacted with the instrument. Beautiful, really. She was so graceful and aloof, like a true princess in a tower, looking down on a rotten world with condemning eyes.

Looking down on rotten him.

As much as she tries to ignore him, he remains on her mind, a hovering little fly that she half wants to swat. He's becoming impossible to ignore and it irritates her. Never before had Sue struggled to ignore others, often doing it by accident with her daydreaming and composing.

But eventually the band takes a break, and Murdoc drags Stu away and Noodle finds herself with nothing to do but stare round the room. Under her gloves her fingertips ache, Noodle still unused to the lack of power in this guitar. Carefully she peels the soft leather off, planning to check, but first her eyes fall on her little follower. A lift of an eyebrow and a near invisible smirk as she calls out, voice still soft in comparison. "Your attempt at Lolita looks horrible."

Her words bring an immediate frown to his lips, and he snorts, rolling his eyes as he looks away from her. After the big reveal, being seen in the ridiculous dress wasn't as bad.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he drawled, tucking his hands behind his back, shifting his weight to one hip. "This whole thing is Makara's doing. For the life of me, I had no idea such ridiculous things existed."

The near invisible smirk becomes a tiny bit bigger, Sue tucking the small gloves into one of the pockets in her pants, snagging a drink from a table. Carefully she sniffs it, trying to pick up on any of the alcohol she's seen being passed around before taking a careful sip and continuing her tormenting.

"Blonde works better for sweet. Blonde ringlets. And you need more bows." She'd almost chuckle at how feminine that move was. "The make up's not bad though."

"I shall make a note to inform Makara of that, for the next time he feels like turning me into his living doll." With a sniff, he reached up, curling a bit of hair around his fingertips. It was amazing how feminine a boy so big, so insistent on traditional gender roles could be. "Though I'm sure if you suggested it to him yourself, he'd be very keen to please."

"The clown? I thought you didn't like him?" It's ridiculous. A clearly obviously male bodied boy defying gender roles and a teeny androgynous Japanese girl. She's half sure there's an anime for this. "Any reason you're his doll? Has it got to do with pleasing?"

Always blunt and frank.

"I don't." And that's all he has to say on the matter. At least, on that part of the matter. He purses his lips and shoots Noodle a look out of the corner of his eyes at her question, puffing up a bit like a bird. "Don't be so lewd. It is not ladylike behavior. And for the record, no, it most certainly is not. It is none of your business, to be precise."

In other words, Gamzee has dirt on him that he actually doesn't want people to know.

"And yet you listen to him." Fiddling with the condensation on her cup, Sue almost seems to let it go. Almost. But with that next little dig she laughs, flicking her head so her fringe parts just enough for him to see him. "I never said I wanted to be ladylike. And if you think that's lewd you would never survive in my home town, or around Murdoc."

"Whatever he's got on you must be good."

"I have reasons." That are powered by a fullforce death glare. He's not going to say anything else. He doesn't want to say anything else.

Fine she'll just smirk right on back, his glare having no affect on her. Another small sip of punch and Sue crans her head, trying to see over the top of everyone else for the heads of her bandmates with little success. Oh well, they'll come back eventually.

"Did he say you have to stay here for the whole time in that outfit?"

"Yes. And I have to be nice, too." Sulk. Being nice is hard, Noodle. It's hard and you don't understand.

"...It must be really good." Laughing so much at you. In her head.

And then after silently smirking for a bit she'll just shrug, turning to the table to look for snacks. "You don't have to nice to me if you want. For one, I don't care and you attempts to be cruel are mostly stupid, and for two, you look like you're constipated right now, with these attempts. Nice doesn't suit you."

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Pulling up to the parties

If I may????

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Let's do the timewarp again

Only if you put your hands on your hips and bring your knees in tight

But it's the pelvic thruuuuust that really drives you insaaaaaane

crying. weeping. tears errywhere

tears of joy am i rite?

Somefin like that................. >.>

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