Party Rock in da houuuuuuse toniiiight

[sixbuckdropout]

WHO: Dean Winchester, Marshall Lee, anyone fourth year or older
TONE: Fun! It's a party.
RATING: PG-13 at most for language and shenanigans
WHEN: 8 September
WHERE: One of the unused classrooms
WHAT: Consider it a "we survived the first week of school" party
STATUS: On-going.

Dean and Marshall discussed throwing during the first weekend back at school. And guess what? They are. It was Dean's task to handle invites, which he did--to students in the fourth year and up, save for the Prefects and the Head Boy/Girl. The invites also instructed students to come to the party alone; groups of loud students would be suspicious! There are spells cast to make the classroom sound proof.

There's also an entrance fee of ten sickles. Seem a bit extreme? You're paying for quality. There's great music and a variety of alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks.



(OOC Note: Many of the Ravenclaws invites (with the exception of Tony's) insinuated that this was in fact a study session. Not a party. Surprise!)

Comments

STARTING THIS OFF...

[sixbuckdropout]

_{[Want to talk to Dean? He's right over there by the large desk drinks are set up on. Easy access for himself.]}

[cantfightthisfire]

[Was somebody pissed off at having to pay an entrance fee? You bet your ass they were. But she heard there was booze there and that made it worth it, even if grudgingly. Because she hasn't had a drink since Summer and that was just so long ago.

So the drinks desk is exactly the first place she heads. When she sees Dean, she shoots him a glare.]

The booze better be worth the fucking price.

[sixbuckdropout]

_{[Wow, rude. He's just going to rolls his eyes.]}

Why don't you actually take a look at the bottles and their years.

_{[Between he and Marshall, there's a nice selection of high-quality liquor.]}

[cantfightthisfire]

Hey, for all I know you could've poured it out and replaced it with some cheapass shit.

[But she grabs a cup and pours herself a drink anyway, because booze is still booze.]

[sixbuckdropout]

Why would I do that? That'd subject me to drinking the same gross shit as you, yanno.

[moveslikejaeger]

[Sup, Dean? Here comes your favorite roommate, carrying a case of beer and looking like he just walked out of an 80s music video, what with his bright red sneakers, sock scrunched down around his ankles, a huge neon orange shirt hanging off his shoulders, and of course - a big poofy purple skirt.]

[The case gets thumped onto the table]

Brudder, hyu don' vant dot sheisse hyu drinkink now. Hyu vant zum ov dis.

[sixbuckdropout]

_{[Dean is just going to stare for a moment and try not to laugh at Maxim's ridiculous getup. That lasts for all of five seconds, but that's okay, because Maxim really is a bro--bringing more to drink and everything.]}

What makes that better than what I've got?

[moveslikejaeger]

[He grins and winks as Dean starts laughing, giving his hips a little wiggle to send the skirt fluttering]

Cuz iz Mamma's Jaegerbrau! Straight from home. Light und bubbly az hyu pleaze, but hits like a brick in de face!

[sixbuckdropout]

_{[He raises a brow and glances to the case. That's really tempted.]}

You've won me over.

_{[He finishes off the drink in his cup, discards it on the table for now, and goes to help himself from one of the bottles.]}

[doctorkishitani]

[Upon entering the classroom, Shinra makes his way over to Winchester and bows his head respectfully.]

Hello! I don't think we've met, but thank-you very much for your invitation. I'm Shinra Kishitani. Fourth year Ravenclaw.

[sixbuckdropout]

_{[Dean doesn't even have to try saying his name to know he's not going to be able to say Shinra's name properly. Oops.]}

No problem, man. _{[He holds his hand out.]} I'm Dean.

[doctorkishitani]

[Shinra accepts the other boys had and shakes it enthusiastically.]

I'm not sure why you told us this was a study session, but it's good to meet you nonetheless.

[sixbuckdropout]

I figured it was the only way to get you guys out here, to be honest.

[mo_cara]

[Have a dude in clown make-up, a t-shirt, and a purple crinoline, for some god unknown reason, wandering up with a flask in his hand. His pupils are blown and his path is a little erratic - Gamzee is even more unmistakably himself than usual tonight.]

Woah! Motherfucker, you is all orange and yellow and red like a motherfuckin' Guy Fawkes conflagration!

[sixbuckdropout]

Uh huh, and what have you been getting yourself into?

_{[Because man, it is so obvious that Gamzee's on something. Dean may or may not be interested in finding out just what it is.]}

[mo_cara]

[Gamzee peers at him for so long it seems he might not even answer the question, and then he suddenly starts laughing his weird honking laugh.] Man, nobody yet! That's moving too speedy for me, I like the romance, you know? Got to treat a motherfucker right before you even be bringing up that shit.

[He holds the flask out.] You be wanting any?

[sixbuckdropout]

_{[Dean is so confused right now. That's not even what he was talking about and he could care less, Gamzee.]}

Oooookay. _{[His attention is on the flask now.]} Yeah, sure. _{[It's a Saturday night. Who cares if this doesn't mix well with anything he's drank? Whatever this is! He doesn't hesitate in drinking some.]}

[arrogantalloy]

[Tony comes over, with a large grin on his face, glancing at the booze before looking at Dean.]

Since when do school parties need a cover charge?

[sixbuckdropout]

_{[Have a flippant shrug.]}

Every since they had to be funded.

[arrogantalloy]

[Tony grabs a near by bottle and inspects it before putting it back down, putting a hand in his pocket as he does.]

Well, yeah they do have to be funded. That's why if you do it right, you land yourself a backer. Someone who has money and enjoys a reputation. Well the reputation part isn't a major part, but it never hurts.

[sixbuckdropout]

_{[Dean raises a brow.]}

Are you offering, Stark?

[shnpc]

[Suddenly there is this weird blue thing floating through the wall.

And then there's a small gasp.]

Oooh, this is so against the ruuuuuules!

[sixbuckdropout]

What the fuck.

_{[Is that a ghost? Rude. How dare you crash his party. He pulls out a salt packet from his pocket and tosses some at it. WHO CARES IF IT DOES ANYTHING OR NOT. He just thinks it will.]}

[shnpc]

... YOU JUST WASTED PERFECTLY GOOD FOOD SEASONIIIIIIING!

And you're doing illegal thiiiiiiings!

[sixbuckdropout]

THE FUCK IS YOU. Ghost reptiles shouldn't even be a thing. Your existence is illegal.