sortinghat_logs | 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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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.

Edited 2012-05-17 03:29 (UTC)

Pulling up to the parties

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