SNOGGING PARTY

[nunganunga_k_o]

WHO: EVERYONE WITH A MOUTH INVITED
TONE: Orally irresponsible
RATING: PG....16
WHEN: February 10th whoops
WHERE: Magical couch having sitting room
WHAT: GEORGIA AND CASSIE HOST A SNOGGING PARTY.
STATUS: Ongoing

[There were two bowls, one numbering from 1-7 and one with pairs of numbers. People could grab from the first bowl if they already had a date, and from both bowls if they had none! It was fool proof (at least to Georgia)!

If all went as planned, everyone in the room would have a Valentine by the time they left! Or glandular fever.]

[[ooc: 3rd years and below can't take anything higher than 4! But if they progress past that, WELL, THAT'S UP TO THEM! Also, no real number system for pairs here, just mingle and say you got someone's number! You can use RNG for snogging if you want, or not! And feel free to double dip in the bowls~]]

Comments

[heartwrenching]

[Graham sprang into the party room with the manic gleam of a man possessed in his eye. So, in other words, his default. It didn't take long for his enthusiasm to deflate slightly. All the couches, pillows, and refreshments implied that he'd been wrong about the type of party. Again.

Amelia had seemed quite eager about it during practice. She'd gone on and on about how, if any of the attendees were lucky, there'd be lots of pounding and thrashing and screaming by the end of the night. And that sounded wonderful. But now it was clear that, once again, it was an excuse to kiss a lot. And not a Fight Club.

When, oh when, would somebody form a Fight Club?!

Oh well. Graham was a pretty experienced guy, and pretty much all the sexual activity he'd ever had had been complimented with some of the most entertaining fights of his life. If he had to be naked for it, so be it.

Without really thinking or even knowing what any of the numbers meant, he casually grabbed a slip of paper from each bowl.]

[ladyliberty]

[And she had been very excited about it! Until her boyfriend had decided to catch cold, and to be too much of a stupid gentleman to kiss her anyway. As if she cared about some stupid thing like that?

But Ellis had told her to go and have fun at the party anyway, and since having fun at a snogging party did not entail standing around and watching everyone make out without you, she'd figured she had his permission to fool around a little bit, so she'd helped herself to a number from each bowl. It was only kissing, after all.]

[She waved and flounced over when she spotted Graham, sidling up to him with a mischievous grin.]

Fancy meeting you here, stranger. So you decided to take my advice?

[heartwrenching]

[Why, think of the devil and she will appear! And missing a few key items like modest clothing and a boyfriend. If Graham had organized thoughts, he'd file that away under 'Important'.]

Oh no no, the advice I took was considerably more appealing than...

[He makes a grand, sweeping gesture toward the majority of the room.

This light petting and what certain people call 'tonsil hockey'. Ah, but that's no fair, such slander, an insult to a perfectly violent Muggle sport!!

I take it you and Ellis are here to further degrade its fine name?

[ladyliberty]

[She laughs a little.] Tonsil hockey? That's funny.

But no, Ellis didn't want to come tonight. Something about spreading germs.

[heartwrenching]

If he's so concerned about this party and its admittedly astronomically high probability of coming down with something that will send a person kicking, screaming, frothing at the mouth and RAVING TO THE HEAVENS to the most embarrassing ward at St. Mungo's, why oh why did he have no problem allowing you here?

[ladyliberty]

Oh, not that kind of-- he's just got a cold.

He said I should come have fun anyway though! [She holds up her number.] So, is it a match?

you can pick the number~

[heartwrenching]

Ahh, I see, I see, I see. Of course! It's all clear now! So that's why he a sniffling mess at the last practice, unable to defend our precious goal, to fulfill his sacred duty as keeper! Or, at least, he should PRAY that that was the reason!!

[He holds up his number.]

BINGO!! Now what to do what to do whatohwhatohwhat to do about this little coincidence?

Lmao I keep getting low-ass numbers

[ladyliberty]

[She shrugs and holds up her second number.]

It's a 4. What's that, kissing for a couple minutes?

It's a start I guess.

it's ellis hacking the number generator

[heartwrenching]

And I find myself overcome, overwhelmed, overoverOVERJOYED with the progressive nature of the relationship you appear to have with our presently sneezy keeper! It's the destruction, the demolition, the COMPLETE breakdown [Well, hello, sudden vocal thickness. Somebody's having a good time thinking about something.] of the wrought iron-barred cage of socially pressured monogamy!! I'm impressed with you two, truly.

Does the kissing prohibit or encourage the use of teeth because I really, really canNOT stress enough how important that distinction is.

Lmao

[ladyliberty]

What can I say? He's a pretty sweet guy. I just hope he gets over it by Valentine's day so I can make it up to him.

[She sidles up closer to him, nudging him toward one of the couches at the edges of the room.]

I don't think teeth were mentioned at all. But personally, I'm all for it.

[heartwrenching]

Ohhh? And how, I ask you, how do you intend to make something like this up to him? My sharply-honed instincts shriek at me that if you were to replicate this sort of event just for him, he'd shy away, stammering, blushing!

Stagnation!! No, no, no, I can't have that. The rot that tears souls apart! Inaction, that self-fulfilling curse that binds the uncertain in a labyrinth of can't-do, won't-do, MY RESPONSE THUS-

[Amelia's mouth, meet Graham's lips and tongue. Good lord are they strong from all that talking. Oh and the teeth. Let us never forget our pearly little friends.]

[ladyliberty]

[Oh my! So forceful! Iyaaa~n...

Amelia returns the kiss enthusiastically, draping her arms over Graham's shoulders. In a minute she's about to hop up into his arms, so he had better be ready to catch her.]

[heartwrenching]

[Graham is a creature of the moment, and although this makes him largely incapable of long-term planning, it makes his reflexes and improvisational abilities beautiful works of art. So yes, he catches Amelia with gusto.

Which means that Amelia gets first-hand knowledge that Graham is also dexterous in small ways, not just big, sweeping berserker gestures. He's not gentle - Graham never is - but his fingers work against Amelia's skin in a precise pattern.

And honestly, maybe "first-thigh knowledge" is a more descriptive term here, since those busy hands are working the underside of Amelia's thighs, just above the sensitive skin of the knee.]

[ladyliberty]

[Her first, fleeting (and rather guilty) thought is that he's so much better than Ellis. The way his fingers tickled her thighs, the intensity in his kisses-- hell, the fact that he caught her in the first place. Her heart was fluttering like fairy wings.

But then, she wasn't dating Ellis because he was an amazing kisser (although she fully intended to shape him into one by the time she was done with him); it was because he was an adorable, sweet guy who liked her loads. Conversely, while Graham was doing fascinating things with his tongue, it wasn't like he was anything like boyfriend material. Mostly because he was batshit insane.

So Ellis was in no danger of losing her, and there was no reason she shouldn't kick back and enjoy herself for the evening.]

[heartwrenching]

[With a deep, shuddering breath through his nose seems that Graham is finally ready to let his tongue have a break from being a conquistador. But this is Graham, so of course it's not going to stay put for long.

So, naturally, time for talking. He props his chin on Amelia's shoulder, lips near her ear, and goes to town.]

Amelia, I am a champion of the spoken word, and it is with only the humblest of factual intentions that I claim to be far and away its loyalest and purest adherent in the school, if not the country itself. I love talking and it, oh, it loves me too. Loves me more than the sea loves the shore, than the moon loves the earth, than the stars love the inky blackness that defines them by its void!

And so of course I know every little detail about something with so much love attached to it. Talk really, really gets around, especially in places like this, with so many eyes and so many lips and so many brains drowning in the hormonal sea of adolescence!

And talk breaks things, and loves to do it, ahh, one more reason why we are perfect together. Its favorite thing to break, to pummel, to ground into dust so, so, very, very fine you need a microscope to even see it - is a reputation.

But.

[His anger's flying to the foreground again. What to do? The juncture of flesh that joins Amelia's neck to her jawbone draws his attention, so he nips it with his incisors while giving a particularly firm squeeze to her legs. It takes some of the edge off his voice when he continues to speak, but he's still quite obviously in ~a mood~.]

I hate it when others besides me break my things. That's my job, my duty!! Now, what oh what kind of options do we face with the shadows of talk looming around us at all angles, hm?

[This... is probably Graham-ese for either "Are you sure about this?" or "Wanna get out of here?" or possibly a combination of the two. Maybe it's even just a comment about the weather. It's really hard to tell. The language is basically impossible to learn and only one person speaks it.]

[ladyliberty]

[It's probably a good thing that he's holding her up, because having him purring in her ear like that would totally have her going all weak in the knees. There was definitely something to be said about Graham's... passion.

She may have only absorbed a fraction of the content of his little speech, but the meaning was clear enough. Talk, reputation-- there were too many people around. So she wraps herself around him, leaning forward to whisper back into his ear.]

Let's go.