So tonight we gonna party like it's 1999

[thisonetime_withellis]

WHO: Hogwarts student body!
TONE: Partaaaay
RATING: Who knows where this might go, let's say NC-17 to be safe
WHEN: April 10th
WHERE: Keith's place in Portsmouth
WHAT: Keith's family is away, so of course he's throwing a crazy party. Everyone is invited. If you don't know him, no problem! If you don't like him.. there's free food, booze and a good time, come anyway! Chances are you won't even see him. Maybe.
STATUS: Ongoing!

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[Of course the first thing he's going to do upon finding out his parents are going away for a few days at the end of the holidays is organise a house party. In one of the rare occurrences when what he plans is actually what happens, he even has food and drink and some awesome music, and has already plied the neighbours with a bottle of wine so they'll not call the police when things inevitably get too loud.

Always thinking.

He'd made sure everyone knew what he was doing, do you really want to miss this? Do you want to deal with his face after the holidays if you don't show up..?]

Comments

[stubbornskeptic]

[Jane hadn't necessarily intended to grab a glass of something alcoholic. But once she noticed the strong taste and how it warmed her tummy, well, she figured she might as well give it a try. It feels nice. And she hasn't felt totally nice in a while.

And there's the fact that Dirk's at the party.

And she still hasn't come clean or gotten over her issues or just ignored them and.

The more she drinks the more it seems like a good idea.

So eventually she goes stumbling through the party, looking for Dirk in the crowd. If she spills her drink on you, she'll be quick to apologize.]

[toocoolforthis]

[How awkward would it be, if she spilled her drink on the very person she came to talk to?

Well, she's going to have to find out, since that's what just happened. He doesn't look mad about it, just surprised, and he reaches out to steady her with a hand on the arm that isn't holding a drink.]

Jesus. Jane, you okay?

[stubbornskeptic]

[Oh nooooo her drink is all over his nice shiiiiirt.

She pats at it vaguely before looking up and realizing who it is. And then she just sort of leaves her hand on his chest and blinks owlishly at him.]

Dirkitschoo! I need t'talk t'you!

[toocoolforthis]

[It would be time to try and head to the kitchen for paper towels, but Jane is not being helpful in this process, so he's just. Stuck here with her hand on his chest.]

Thought you were avoiding me again. What do you need to talk about?

[stubbornskeptic]

Ohhhh, I wasss. 'cause it wasn't getting better sssso I thought I'd talktyou now because if itsnot better then we haff to talk or else y'll juss hate me and that'd be bad.

[Smile.]

[toocoolforthis]

[Why the hell is she smiling as she says that. Drunk Jane is awful. He never wants to meet her again.]

I wouldn't hate you. You're dodging the issue. What did you want to talk about?

[stubbornskeptic]

I wanned a talk about um. Y'know the eggs? 'n' the potion? Remem. Remember?

[toocoolforthis]

It would be incredibly hard to forget that, even if it hadn't happened a few short months ago.

[Okay, it's just. Time to take her drink away from her and start looking around for those paper towels again.]

What about it?

[stubbornskeptic]

[She doesn't notice he's taken her drink and holds her hand out like she still has it.]

What iffI said it didn' stop all the way?

[toocoolforthis]

[Dirk's wearing an expression similar to that of a deer caught in headlights.]

I don't know. What if is a very hypothetical statement, Jane.

[stubbornskeptic]

Wuh. Would you hate me?

[toocoolforthis]

No, Jane, I wouldn't. I'd never hate you.

[It's true. It's pretty much impossible for him to manage that.]

[stubbornskeptic]

But y'don't like girls again.

[arrogantalloy]

[Feeling the drink spill on him he turns and raises an eyebrow at her.]

Woah, hey. Don't worry about it, you sure you should be...

[He looks her up and down for a second]

...Upright?

[stubbornskeptic]

Upright?

[Blinkblink who is this?]

Oh! 'mokay! 'mlooking for Dirk!

[arrogantalloy]

Yeah, as in standing.

Strider? I saw him, earlier. Uh, sure you don't need some air, or water?

[stubbornskeptic]

Um.

[She squints at him a little bit.]

Who're you again?

[arrogantalloy]

[He raises his eyebrow again, because, really?]

Tony, Tony Stark.

[stubbornskeptic]

Ohhhhhhhh.

[She sways.]

I'm Jane. Where was Dirk?

[arrogantalloy]

[He takes her elbow gently just incase.]

I think he was in kitchen, but the sink. Come on, how about I take you there?

[As irresponsible as he is with himself, he can't just leave a drunk girl to her own devices.]

[stubbornskeptic]

Hokay. Thanks you.

[She hobbles towards the kitchen.]

Dyou know Dirk?

[arrogantalloy]

We speak now and then. I tend to keep to my own, mostly.

[He stops with her by the sink. Then pours her a glass of water.]

Here, might want some of this if you want to talk to him.

[stubbornskeptic]

[She looks at it.]

But that'll make me lesssss drunk.

[arrogantalloy]

Yeah, and you look like the kind of girl who'd agonise over something she said to a guy she was slurring for at a party.

[He wiggles the glass a little.]

If you want, we can pretend it's vodka.

[stubbornskeptic]

[Jane pouts, because he's right, and takes the glass of not-vodka.]

That's okay. Vodka tastesss gross anyway.

[She drinks the water slowly, aware that her tummy is already starting to gurgle. Hopefully the water will keep anything bad from happening.