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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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It's okay. For what it's worth I don't think anyone did.

[She'd been dancing with Marshall when it had happened too, so for something like that to distract her, it had been kind of strange. She felt almost territorial, but had managed to keep herself in check. There was no sense flipping out when it had been an accident.

Still, she had to question herself why she'd felt that way.]

I only noticed because your heartbeat changed. Everyone's too busy being caught up in their own shenanigans.

Good, because I... We figured that no one saw we were just. Hopin' too that no one really did see.

[He was about to go on, but he just needs to change his position, he's still pretty woozy from all of the alcohol, and he removes his hand to hold up a finger. ]

... Hold on.

[He just... can't actually take standing right now. Shifting himself to where his back was against the wall, he gently slid down until he was sitting down. Gently setting his glass down beside him, he crossed his arms over his stomach, looking up at her.

He also lost whatever he was going to say on his way down.]

[To save him the trouble of looking up at her, she squats down next to him, tucking her skirt under herself and crossing her arms over her legs, letting the cup hang loosely in her fingers, regarding him with pursed lips.]

I think everyone's pretty aware that you and Captor hate each other's guts, Eri. [She shrugs.] And if anybody says anything you can blame it on the alcohol.

[Good, because he really doesn't want to look up at anything right now. He was so glad to see her lower herself to his level, seen obvious by the way his shoulders seemed to shrug a bit.]

I'm so glad it's pretty obwious, if it wasn't I'd hawe to make it ewen more obwious. [Huff.] Yeah. Blame it on the alcohol...

[With a sigh, he tries to turn the conversation into something else.] So uh... how're you? Had a nice time so far durin' the party right? [Stutter sputter.] You look nice tonight. [oh dude what did you just say.....]

Thanks. I figured I should dress appropriately since Marshall was playing.

[She doesn't say anything about the stutter, instead adjusting the shoulder strap of her dress. She tilts her head with a grin.]

We danced and he was the girl. [She laughs a little.] He's such a dork.

Huu, yeah I just... didn't feel like gettin' too dressed up or anythin', or else I would'a tried for somethin' a bit more flashier.

[He motions down to his outfit, which is honestly just a hoodie and one of his nicer pair of skinny jeans.

He can't help but laugh at the dance comment, however there certainly was a very slight pang of jealousy mixed in right at the end of the laugh, especially right after he nervously ran a hand through his hair. Ahhh, he really hoped it wasn't all too obvious. ]

Ahh, yeah, he certainly seems like one at times.

You should get to know him. He's a dork but he's pretty cool.

[Marceline's completely oblivious to anything that Eridan might be feeling right now. Instead, she rests against the wall and slides down properly, stretching her feet out in front of her and crossing them at the ankle.]

Usually I don't bother but I felt like it tonight. There's nothing wrong with getting a little dressy every now and then.

I should I uh. I'we kinda been meanin' to? Sorta? I-I dunno.

[Stop that, you're starting to get nervous for no real reason and you're so drunk right now and god damn it. He fumbles a bit more on his words, with another run through his hair. He's just so nervous and still so intoxicated right now, but at least he still isn't trying to actively drink and get even more intoxicated. ]

W-well, um. Y'know, I know the sentiment exactly, ewen though you know, honestly I really do think that you look great in anythin' y'know?

He doesn't bite. You shouldn't be nervous just because he's older.

[Well, not much anyawy. She reaches up to tuck her hair behind one ear and drape it over her opposite shoulder, setting her cup down and leaning back on one hand, tucking her legs slightly underneath and across. Her face would have coloured a little at the compliment if it could before she gave a small smile.]

Thanks. It's nice to know I can still rock this body.

Oh, yeah, a course, I hawe a lot a friends who're older than me, that's not really the problem?

[His arm goes to the back of his head, idly scratching. If not for the obvious signs that he was completely nervous right now, the other obvious sign that he couldn't shut up would be another one, especially everything that he was saying.]

I dunno why you'd think of anythin' other than that, I mean wow you'we always been really nice lookin'? An' an' you're just so damn talented? Like I'we got a lil' bit of a woice myself but i-it's nothin' like yours an' stuff, and not to mention that you can also play instruments an' all? [He smiles a bit more, looking away just to hide how big his smile was.] Shit, I know I'd be jealous as hell if I weren't such a great close friend to you.

[She's very, very grateful that she can't blush right now, because she thinks if she was? Her face would probably be tomato red. Marceline was trying to tell herself that it was just the alcohol in his system talking, but the steady beating of his heart told her otherwise. Marshall had taught her how to be aware of emotional changes when she'd asked if focusing on a single heartbeat was possible, and right now...?

She bit her bottom lip, carefully so not to bite down hard enough to draw blood as she glanced away a little shyly, free hand resting on her knee.]

You've got nothing to be jealous of anyway. I don't think so at least. I'm nothing special, just...Marceline.

[Ahh, he turns back to her, turning his whole body to where he can properly face her, leaning up a bit. He isn't even thinking of what he's doing, he's just really set on getting his opinion out right now for some god awful reason.]

But... But Marcie? How can I not be, though? You'we got a lot a talent, and I'm just... [He pauses, and tries to actually think of something that's special about himself. There's honestly not much of anything he can think of right now.] Well... the son of the auror who knows a lot about history.

And I'm the daughter of a jackass who nearly became Minister. That doesn't mean anything, Eridan.

[She looks back at him, a small frown on her face before she gives a small sigh and looks down at the floor between them. She really should stop and drag him back to the Slytherin dorms for his own good, but at the moment he sounded like he needed to get things off his chest, and his heartbeat was distracting.]

Your life is what you make it. You could have talent if you want it. You could make a name for yourself if you wanted. You just have to not be afraid to take it.

Ah.

[Now he feels stupid, stupid stupid dumb ugh. He wants to stop talking and just beat his fists against his head, but he can't seem to do either of those. He just keeps on making all of these mistakes and he knows he's already backed himself up into a corner, but he just can't stop until he's five feet into the wall.]

But that's the thing, I just. I really feel like I'we got a big pair of shoes to fill, I don't know if I'll ewen be as great as my dad was. I hawe no idea what I'm doin' at all. [After that, he just stops, he's said way too much. He just leans against the wall a bit, looking down at the ground. Stupid stupid stupid.]

[She waits patiently for him to finish, but when he doesn't say anything more she figures that he's said all he wants to. She reaches to take his hand, wrapping cold fingers around his before tilting her head to look at him with a small smile.]

None of us ever have any idea what we're doing, but you'll figure it out. You've got your whole life ahead of you for that. [She shakes his arm a little before reaching to tilt his head up, making him look at her.] So stop worrying about it, dummy. I know you'll be great. And I'll be there watching, okay?

[The moment her hand took hold of his, the moment he felt himself grow oh so much more nervous. He glanced right at her, but was more focused on her hand. He was intently listening, since he was more focused on hand than face. Ahhh... ]

I. I understand, I'm just. I know I'm still young, and all but I just. I get real nerwous about the future sometimes, it's real fuckin' scary and all and I just... [He trails off when she moves his head to look up at her, oh lordy all thought process stopped. He's trying so hard to continue what he was saying, but they were so close right now, and he was just so red in the face. ] You... [Focus Eridan.] You will?

[They're so close, so close that he's just. Going to lean up a little bit more, just enough to where he can... gently press his lips against hers. But oh god is he just so completely nervous about it all he has no idea what he's doing and he knows he's going to probably regret it but. He had to.]

Well, yeah. I've got an eternity after a...

[He cuts her off and it takes her a minute to realize what's happening, her eyes a little wide. Right now? She's more than a little confused. It's not like she's unaware of his crush on her, really. His jealousy over Ash had been pretty obvious at the time. And he was drunk, and...there were so many factors in this that she didn't know what to think.

Using the hand on his head, Marceline returns the kiss equally as gentle with a brush of hers before pulling away, glancing away from him and pulling her hands away.]

I'm a monster. You don't want to go down that road with me.

[He knew this was a bad idea, but he still went for it. He knew that this was going to come right back into his face, but he didn't think too much to it until it really happened. He was just so focused on his feelings and he was so focused on the kiss and everything, especially whenever she returned it.

... And then she pulled away. His heart practically skipped a beat, he almost reached out for her, but he stopped himself. He didn't want to possibly make another mistake tonight.]

N-no you're not. You're still Marceline, and... [Eridan takes a deep breath, placing his hands over his face. Ugh, that was. That was so dumb. Before he speaks again, he pulls his legs up as close as he can to himself, crossing his arms over his knees, burying his face into them. ] I'm still a fuckin' drunk as shit idiot who shouldn't hawe ewen come to this fuckin' party in the first place, because he knew there was somethin' fuckin' fishy and he probably wouldn't hawe done stupid shit like this in the first place.

[Had she been a colder person, Marceline would have stood up and walked away. Had he not been pretty much her best friend, she probably would have shot him down harsher than that. But neither of that was what had happened. Instead, she drew closer and gave a small sigh, resting her forehead against his shoulder and keeping her arms around him, rubbing her hand in small circles on his back, her voice a murmur so others wouldn't be able to hear.]

If I'm not a monster, then why do I feel so territorial about you? I was only able to hold myself back when Captor bumped into you because I was busy with Marshall. I can't tell if I'm using compulsion around you or what, but either way I don't want to hurt you, or anyone else.

[She pauses and takes a shuddering breath even though she doesn't need to.]

I'm still so new to this and I'm scared, Eridan. I'm scared I'll mess up and hurt someone. I don't want to lose you.

[He couldn't even think of getting up right now and walking away if he tried. Eridan knew that in his state right now he would have probably just got up and tried to make his way out because of how embarrassed he was, and would have probably ended up falling more than actually making it out. He leans in slightly, really grateful for the hug right now, and the soothing motions against his back. He wants to reach his arms out and wrap them around her, but he stops himself by just wrapping them more around his legs. ]

For the same god damned reason I feel so territorial about some people, includin' you. [He sighs. Because wow does he realize he feels that way around certain people that are simply just his friends, not even including some of his family members.]

I know that, and I want to say that you wouldn't hurt me, but hahaha I can't ewen keep myself from gettin' hurt. [He shakes his head still clutching onto his legs.] I mean. Really though, if we're bein' honest and all, I... I keep on forgettin' you're ewen a wampire, because you're still yourself to me. You're still my best friend. I just. I crossed way too many lines, I shouldn't hawe started talkin' like that, I shoulda left that first compliment as it was, and I sure as hell shouldn't hawe kissed you.

[He pauses, closing his eyes. Augh he was just woozy from this entire headrush and... God his head was pounding now. ] I probably just reek of alcohol right now, don't I?

Heh. Only a lot.

[She doesn't even care if anyone sees her hugging him. She really hated admitting that she was scared, but he was the only one she'd ever tell. It just wasn't part of who she was. She was confident, strong, independent. There wasn't any room for that side of her. She rested her forehead on his shoulder, closing her eyes.]

I liked the compliments, Eridan. Sometimes it's hard not to feel so much like a...a disgusting thing, y'know. I'm sure it won't always feel like that, but I'm only a month old. [She paused, lifting a hand to fiddle with one of his hoodie danglies.] I'm glad one of us can forget. I really do like you, but...we should talk about this when you're not so drunk.

[He does, but he's too wasted/emotional/whatever to really care. It's not like he hasn't embarrassed himself enough tonight. This is just the smallest thing that could happen to him right now ontop of everything that has happened.] I know, I wasn't sayin' I'd take back the compliments, I meant the kiss. I shouldn't hawe done that. [But with a frown, he shakes his head.] But you shouldn't think of yourself like that. You really don't deserwe to.

[He slides back a hair, none too noticable though.] ... That's probably a good idea. Because honestly I'm not sure I want to count anythin' I'm doin' right now on my own part because I'm just. So sorry about ewerythin' right now.

[That makes her smile, but the smile itself is a little sad before she pulls herself back as well, smoothing his hair back away from his face with a hand and a tilt of her head. It's been a pretty full night she has to admit. Tilting her head forward, Marceline places a kiss to his temple, just on the space between his eyebrows.]

Thank you. And I liked the kiss, there's no need to take it back. I just feel like this could have happened at a better time. [She brings her hands up, cupping his face and making him look at her before her lips tug up into a fuller smile.] You need to get yourself a bucket and to bed, mister. You're going to regret drinking that much in the morning.

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