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

[mo_cara]

Can't help but be. [Gamzee informs him seriously.] Got you here with me [tightening one arm around the smaller boy with a smile] and we're talking the most miraculous shit, about all the magic in the world and between people, like you and me. Even if it be up in my pan that I want to kiss you so bad it hurts sometimes, even that's nice? Like ... I dunno, like there's times when it feels good to want something, and to be thinking on getting it, and what that might be like. Motherfuckin' anticipation, right?

But what ain't you got the understanding of? I'll lend a bro a hand, if I can.

[doctorkishitani]

I think I know what you mean. It's a sense of incompletion, isn't it? As if you're missing a part of you that's vital, but almost imperceptible unless you know where to look for it.

[He leans closer as Gamzee tightens his arm around him, resting his head against the wall and experimentally tracing a finger down the other boy's spine.]

I suppose it's mostly the way you tend to word things. Or the way you seem to understand the world. I'm not sure, but I don't think it really matters as long as we fit.

[mo_cara]

Like the holes. [Gamzee agrees.] What I got in my pan, and things fall all the way down through into the black, but I ain't even knowing what gets lost until I see it again.

[He seems about to say more, but his though process is derailed by the finger down his back. It's gentle, but it leaves shivery little tingles in its wake, and his lips part as he makes a soft, pleased sound, like someone who has just taken a bite of something surprisingly delicious.]

... yeah, I. I don't know how to be helping you with that, I don't know how I get my understanding for the picture of the world, either.

[The thought distresses him a little - he wants to be able to help Shinra, but how can he do that, when he doesn't know a thing himself? Still, it can't be all that bad, or the other boy wouldn't be here now, right? His fingers find the soft hairs just behind Shinra's ear, and he starts to play with them idly, nails stroking against the Ravenclaw's scalp.] But it's like puzzle pieces, ain't it?