sortinghat_logs | The best party ever

WHO: Everyone!
TONE: Partyrific
RATING: PG-13 for language
WHEN: February 14th, 8 PM and onward.
WHERE: Bro's office
WHAT: Bro has thrown a surprise party for Murdoc in his office and invited everyone.
STATUS: Ongoing! Feel free to use whichever format you want for tagging.

[Having a boyfriend whose birthday is on Valentine's day is beautiful. It's beautiful and Murdoc definitely doesn't understand why. But to Bro, it's beautiful. Because it means that when he throws Murdoc a surprise party, he can get away with using the most horrendous pink decorations that he possibly can. Of course, they're not all pink. Some are purple! The shade of purple that Murdoc likes the most. There are hearts hanging from the ceiling and there's a giant poster that says 'Happy Birthday Murman' hanging on the wall. In the corner there is a playpen set up for anyone who might have decided to bring their snakes. It was a spur of the moment decision and he isn't quite sure how it's going to work out, but hey. At least the snakes have somewhere to play.

But the most standout thing in the room has gotta be a cake. Bro went all out and made a lifesized cake for the occasion. It's chocolate, and it's as tall as a goddamn person. It... looks special, though. It's kind of lopsided, and the icing's thickness is sporadic. And it looks like he might've ran out of icing towards the bottom, because it's definitely not as delicious as the top.

Overall, it could have turned out worse. It does look like it could fall over at any moment, though.

And who even really knows how it tastes.

That isn't the point though! The point is everything is beautiful and it's time for the best party you ever did see.]

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[Jane leans up against a wall and slumps a little, eyes rolling up to the ceiling.

It is quickly becoming clear that she is incapable of just being friends with cute boys. She is the worst sort of person, it's her. All. Sex-crazed and dopey. Augh.]

[It doesn't take long for Dirk to get some punch- still not spiked, thank god, if it was this could get so much worse.

When he comes back, he pauses upon seeing Jane leaning against the wall.]

You sure you're okay?

[Dave has somehow miraculously managed to step away from his "date" long enough to find Dirk. When he does, he's making an obvious beeline for his brother and it's probably obvious to Dirk that something is wrong.]

[Jane straightens up a little, sighing.]

Oh, it's just-- you know, Valentine's. The usual feelings of self-consciousness one feels at a party with the added bonus of being single and, therefore, undesireable. At least so long as nobody's been spiked with a love potion, I suppose.

[Another sigh.]

[It's pretty obvious, all right, and when Dirk notices, he even steps forward away from the table to meet Dave.]

'Sup, Dave?

[Sanctuary.]

Dirk. I'm in need of 100% brotherly meddling and this is the one time I'll both ask and beg for it to happen. This might be a task even you'll have a challenge with.

[Might as well put that disclaimer there.]

[As long as no one's been spiked with a love potion, oops. Not that he knows.]

Yeah, I get it. It's a pretty fucking stupid holiday, most of the time.

[He pauses for a moment, holding out one of the cups to Jane.]

Being single doesn't mean undesirable, though.

That bad?

[In that case, time to sling an arm over Dave's shoulders. There is a brotherly conversation going on here and clearly no one should interrupt.]

C'mon, I need to know what I'm up against here.

[Jane takes the cup and laughs bitterly. Coming from him, she finds it hard to take that sentiment.]

Maybe not in your case. You've got the Strider, uh, swag? Whatever that word is. I am not so endowed.

[Well, okay, she's endowed, but not in ways she's particularly proud of.]

Worse.

[That's good because he really. Needs this.]

Cronus.

[Everything probably makes sense after saying that.]

Trust me, Strider swag doesn't do as much as it seems. [Unless Strider Swag is considered to be 'hey there is veela in my bloodline. He rests a hand on Jane's arm.]

Trust me when I say that you're appreciated.

Fuck.

[He shares a dorm with this guy, he knows exactly how bad it can get. He's had to take off clothes while he's around.]

Need me to kick him in the balls?

As tempting as that is, I doubt that'd get him to give up on pursuing more dates with me. And trying to spirit me away off to the Slytherin dorms.

[Dave's trying to avoid taking clothes off while Cronus is around at this point.]

Oh, shoosh.

[She waves a hand.]

I know you and Jake and everyone care. It's just not in the Valentines-y way and, well, a girl wishes, sometimes. That's all.

Next time he tries, let me know, I'll come to the dorms and stop it. Or hex his face off if you have to, who knows, I'll argue your case to Professor Donoghue. Jesus fuck, how'd the guy even get interested in you?

[For once it is a good thing that he is in the Slytherin dorm.]

Who said that it wasn't?

[--- wait, that didn't come out nearly as subtle as he intended it to. Shit. He's going to turn away from Jane for a moment, because his face is. Well. Completely scarlet.]

I think the Prof would give me five points or a box of sugar quills for doing that.

[Sighing.]

Bro set us up on a blind date today. I don't think anybody told him, or me, what Cronus was like in extensive detail. You don't wanna know how often I had to stop myself from causing bodily harm.

[Jane's eyes widen and she actually brings them up to-- well, where Dirk's face was. Now it's just the side-back of his head and what she can see of his neck is awfully red, she thinks. From anger? Maybe?

Her stomach twists at the thought of choosing.]

D-do you know something I don't know Dirk?

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W-well. I, uh. Maybe.

[Fuck. He's supposed to be a coolkid. He's too cool to get caught stammering and blushing like this... except when he accidentally almost confesses, apparently.]

Fuck on a stick.

[Yeah, he's not going to be moving his arm from around Dave's shoulders any time soon.]

That may have been the worst idea he's had in his life. What is he doing trying to set you up, anyway?

I'm single, Cronus is single, and apparently that was all Bro thought was needed. Doesn't help that Professor Donaghue is Cronus' dad.

[Dave definitely appreciates this. There's a reason he's going to Dirk about this and not Bro, who will probably just. Encourage things.]

By the way, Bro also set us up with wine earlier, and no, I didn't drink a fucking drop. I like to think I have more wisdom than that.

[Jane can't help it, she just blurts:]

Then could you tell me? I-I mean, if it isn't too painful.

He could have chosen me, too. Whatever. I can't claim to know what goes on in his head.

[Really, he can't, though it pains him to admit it. And he can understand why Dave wouldn't go to Bro, who's responsible for the whole thing in the first place.]

Wasn't going to accuse you of it, lil' bro.

[Dirk doesn't do anything for a long moment. When he finally does move, he takes a deep breath before turning to Jane. His face is bright red.]

Okay. I'm saying that I care. And that it might be.

In a valentines-y way.

And how easy would it have been to get you to agree to a blind date compared to me?

[Yeah....]

On the plus side, since Bro pretty much encouraged us to order whatever the hell we wanted, I went and made sure I got the most expensive shit on the menu as payback. As well as cover the cost for people other than me.

[Vindictive? Dave? Never.]

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