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

[nomorals]

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.

[wwhatevver]

[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.

[nomorals]

[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.

[wwhatevver]

[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?

[nomorals]

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.

[wwhatevver]

[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.

[nomorals]

[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.