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

[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.]}

[mo_cara]

[Well, it probably won't make him puke, anyway? It's got a sweet flavor, kind of sticky, like cough syrup, and within the next five minutes or so Dean is going to start feeling very nice, and very mellow, and also suddenly gain the apparent ability to see halos of light around people, like auras, except instead of being based on any real qualities the person might possess, the colors will correspond with how Dean feels about the person, or his impression of them.]

Hell motherfuckin' yeah! [Gamzee enthuses.] I brought it for all the party people, bro, so if you want to keep it and pass this fine shit out, s'cool.

[sixbuckdropout]

_{[This is going to trip him out. Luckily, that hasn't set in yet and he doesn't have reason to freak out just yet.]}

What was that even? _{[He hands the flask back.]} I think I'll still give everyone the option, since they paid and whatnot.

[mo_cara]

Oh, bro, I don't even know, I just made it for seeing the colors. It's pretty good shit, though! And it ain't making no one puke.