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]

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.