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]

[She lets out a small puff of air before grinning and straightening them.]

Who the heck cares? This is a party, isn't it?

[marshall_lee]

True that.
[He continues to twirl around.]
Hey if anything we can claim to be drunk.

[nomorals]

I'm sure someone's spiked the punch by now. It's not like it'll make any difference.

[Though she is a little curious about how much vampires can drink, if anything, but she's not going to risk it. Instead, she reaches over him to help him twirl around.]

[marshall_lee]

Also true. I can drink a few glasses before I start feeling sick but it's usually not worth even bothering with.
[He pulls a flask out of his back pocket.]
Easier to pretend and put something in here that can actually help you.

[nomorals]

[She blinks a little at the flask before she shakes her head, smirking.]

You think of everything, don't you?

[marshall_lee]

What can I say..I've had enough time to figure some things out.
[He puts the flask back in his pocket.]
Let me know if you need any. I promise I don't have cooties.

[nomorals]

I've already eaten tonight, but thanks for the offer. You can keep your cooties.

[marshall_lee]

[He pretends to be offended.]
Hey now, just because these lips have done a lot of smooching doesn't mean I have cooties.

[nomorals]

[She reaches up to poke his nose.]

Sure it doesn't. Well, I guess it's not like you're a zombie or anything.