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

[notthebee2]

[ Arm fight. ]

Idk, maybe cauthe it'th funny?

You'd do the exact thame thing.

[wwhatevver]

[This is the stupidest arm fight ever.]

That shit aint funny, and I fuckin' wouldn't. It'd be weird as hell to keep on talkin' about my dad all the damn time.

[notthebee2]

[ It is. ]

Chritht, you're like thome thort of immaculate baby. No one can thay anything around you or you get all offended and thit!

[wwhatevver]

[Um. Wow. Other hand is grabbing his shirt collar.]

I'm not bein' anythin' you idiot! Just, it gets so fuckin' annoyin' hearin' eweryone talk about my dad for either a good or a bad reason and I'm tired of it!

[notthebee2]

[ How cute, look at him trying to be menacing. Sollux replies by grabbing the wrist of the hand that is grabbing his shirt. ]

Aww, poor baby.

What are you going two do, tell your dad? Lmao.

[wwhatevver]

[Ahh yeah, just gonna start trying to free his hands now.]

Do you ewen use your brain? Yeah, sure, I'll tell my dad about how much I hate people talkin' about him. That's definitely the best way to go at it!

[notthebee2]

[ He lets go. He may be drunk, but he's certain he'd be mocked for beating up an already injured kid. ]

Mr. Ampora not telling thomething two hith daddy? Well there'th a firtht.

[wwhatevver]

[Good, because Eridan doesn't need this following him either. He thankfully just backs up to give them a bit more space, going right back to that part of the wall that he's so fond of leaning off of. ]

It's not a first, and it's not the last time I won't be tellin' somethin' to him.

[notthebee2]

[ Sip. ]

Gasp.

Well there theemth two be a thide two you that i didn't know about, Mr. Ampora.

[ His tone was reeking with contempt. ]

[wwhatevver]

[He's just going to keep on giving him looks.

Also sip.

Also oh god he's not even halfway through his second glass and he's starting to go so out of it. So glad for this wall that is super supportive. ]

If you ewen paid a hair attention to me, you'd see it you idiot.

[notthebee2]

[Sip.

He's going to take those looks like a fucking boss, and snerk a bit when he's done speaking.]

That implieth paying attention two you.

[ A pause along with a look of mild surprise, followed by a "huh".]

Don't tell me that'th what your goal ith.

[wwhatevver]

[That goes right over his head.

So over his head.]

You're suppose to pay attention to me, smartass. I'm better than you in ewery way and maybe you'd learn somethin' if you paid attention to me or somethin'.

[notthebee2]

[ You so dumb, Eridan. ]

Are you thaying you want me two pay more attention two you and notithe you?

[ Sollux is not a senpai, Eridan. ]

Dude, are you even lithtening to a word you're thaying.

[wwhatevver]

[.......]

I aint meanin' it in that way, you idiot. I hate your guts, why would I want you to think that I'm wantin' you to notice me an' shit like that in that way?

['pfft']

Please. I know you're just beggin' me to hawe those feelin's for you, don't you?

[You are so drunk stop talking oh my god.]

[notthebee2]

[Sip.]

Why the fuck are you telling me two pay more attention two you then.

Thounds like i'm not the dethperate one here, eh?

[wwhatevver]

[Squint.]

No, no, you're not. Gettin' it. I mean you should be payin' attention to those who're better than you, I mean if you don't then that's your fuckin' loss, but uh. Wow, I'm not sayin' for you to pay attention to me in any attempt to like.

I don't know.

I just. I'm better than you, duh.

[Sip.]

[notthebee2]

[Sip.]

Riiiight.

[Sip.]

If you're tho much better than me then why the fuck are you coming on two me tho hard?

[ They're both wasted. Yep. ]

[wwhatevver]

[so.

fucking.

wasted.]

I'm not comin' onto you. I'm like... fuckin' goin' away from you at this point.

[sip.]

Damn Captor, get your facts together.

[notthebee2]

[Sip.]

You're pretty much trying two thell yourthelf two me by thith point by thtating how good you are.

[Sip.]

That'th not how you do "go away" from thomeone.

[wwhatevver]

[sop sip]

Nnno I'm not.

[sip sip sip.]

Then. Why don't you just inform me on how to properly "go away" from someone? Betcha can't.

[notthebee2]

[Sip.


Sigh.]

You're fucking retarded.

[Sip.]

The firtht thtep would be two walk away and thtop talking two me.

[wwhatevver]

[THINS HIS EYES.]

Fine then if you really want me to.

[He just sorta... flops. Around. Turns. Something, but he looks back over his shoulder.]

You asked for this. You know.

[wait no he's turning around and refilling his glass even though hes nowhere close to it.]

... Gonna. Get somethin' so I don't hawe to come back.

[Eridan please.]

[notthebee2]

[ Sip. ]

Hey, you dared me two do it.

[Sollux skips along Eridan, and gets in front of him to refill his drink first. ]

Chritht, you're tho fucking thlow.

[wwhatevver]

I didn't think you'd do i--

[WOW RUDE??? SHOVING HIM, OR ATTEMPTING TO WHATEVER?]

Get the hell outta my way, peasant, I was here first!

[notthebee2]

Thorry, the world doethn't have time for thlowpoketh like you.

[He refills the glass and turns around. ]

Outta my way, pleb.