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

[arrogantalloy]

[Tony comes over, swirling his drink as he does. Looking Gamzee up and down he shakes his head.]

Wow, do I even want to know when the party started for you?

[mo_cara]

Oh, man, you know I ain't even looking at no motherfuckin' wa- [Gamzee starts, turning to Tony with a grin, and then staring fixedly at his chest, his eyes wide and fascinated.] Woah.

[arrogantalloy]

Oh wow. You're really out of this world right now aren't you, Major Tom?

[Tony looks down at his chest then back at Gamzee.]

What?

[mo_cara]

It's so bright. [Gamzee breathes, then reaches out to trace a circle on Tony's breastbone, one finger tapping in the middle as he's done, making him laugh in soft delight.]

[arrogantalloy]

[He watches Gamzee tracing the shape.]

Oh...Kay. It's not really that bright.

[Looks up at Gamzee's face.]

What have you even taken?

[mo_cara]

[Gamzee laughs.] Man, I don't even be knowing what to call it. It makes me see everyone's motherfucking colors!

[arrogantalloy]

Oh yeah? What colours have I got going on then?

And have you got any left?

[mo_cara]

Blue! So much motherfucking blue, and red, and yellow, like sun and shit.[holding out a flask to the other boy]

[arrogantalloy]

Blue?

[Tony gives him a curious look.]

Red and Yellow are my favourite colours though.

[He takes the flask and swirls it around, popping the lid and giving a slight sniff before just knocking some back.]

[mo_cara]

Blue is a good color! And all up-in-the-pan color, for sharp edges in the motherfuckin' mind, you know?

[It tastes a bit like cough syrup, sticky and over sweet, with an herbal undertinge.]

[arrogantalloy]

[He lets the flavour roll about in his mouth before swallowing and looking at the potion before handing it back.]

Don't think I've ever had anything 'all up-in-the-pan' before, so this should be interesting.