sortinghat_logs | Party Rock in da houuuuuuse toniiiight

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!)

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

Not if you were actually clever about it.

That's require too much effort when the intention is just to party.

Yeah, fair.

[She shrugs before taking a drink.]

Good enough, Winchester.

Oh, let me just tell you just how pleased I am that you approve.

I'm sure you're thrilled. [Now it's her turn to roll her eyes.] Douche.

Soooo thrilled, you don't even know.

Bitch.

[By this point, she's been called that so many times that it just doesn't even get to her anymore. She lets out a short 'hah' and just takes another drink.]

S'Miss bitch to you.

_{[Lucky for her, Dean didn't even mean it.]}

A'ight then. Miz Bitch. _{[brb, snickering.]

So you take your liquor straight?}

[She's just going to quietly think about how dumb you are.]

Yup. What's the point taking it slow and watering it down with fancy shit? Besides, I like the burn.

I can appreciate that. _{[He tips his glass in approval.]} What's the point in even drinking liquor if you're going to dilute it anyway.

Exactly.

[She tips up her cup and downs the last bit that she'd poured in, before reaching back over to grab the bottle.] So where'd you get this, anyway?

_{[He shrugs.]} I have sources.

And what's it take to get in on these "sources"?

I guess the most obvious answer is to find a way to a liquor store.

That's hardly a source, dumbass. I meant how'd you get them into the castle. They swiped my shit already.

Oh, that's an easy answer. You simply didn't hide yours well enough.

Then how'd you hide it?

[She realizes he'll probably hedge around the answer, so she decides to throw in a challenge.]

If I can beat you in an arm wrestle, you have to give me all your secrets.

Do you really think you have a chance in doing that?

I know I have a chance to do it. Are you scared you're gonna lose or something?

Nah, just don't want you to embarrass yourself.

_{[He's not going to go easy on her.]}

[Like she expects him to.

She moves the booze over to clear a space on the desk, before leaning down to place her elbow on the desk.]

Don't hold back.

As if.

_{[He assumes the position, elbow on the table. His hand locks with hers but for the moment, he's just keeping his arm firm. He wants to see her strength first.]}

[Oh no. She's played this game too many times to be the one to be the first one to make a move. She just grips his hand tight, but doesn't press forward.]

Why don't we make it more interesting. The first one to break a sweat has to do one thing the other says.

That's fine. But I gotta ask, are you really down for doing whatever I ask?

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