sortinghat_logs | So tonight we gonna party like it's 1999

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..?]

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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.]

[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?

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

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?

[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?

[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.

Wuh. Would you hate me?

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

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

But y'don't like girls again.

[Wince. Time to start getting Jane some water.]

Just because I don't like someone like that doesn't mean I have to hate 'em.

But I'm screwin' everything up.

Could be worse.

[Dirk, that is not helping.]

[Jane looks down. She has the feeling that if she asked, his answer would be, "It could be raining," which doesn't really make her feel too great about the current situation.]

Juss liked the stuff you said. 'n' it actually meant something. Not like Jake juss being nice. Or you. I guess you talk like that normally sometimesss. But it wass diff'r'nt. It made me feel special...

[Hiccupsob.]

'mso selfish. Ugh.

[Okay, no, he can't let this continue without giving her a hug. A quick hug, but a hug nonetheless.]

That's because when I was saying them, I had a crush on you. But just because I was saying them when affected by a potion doesn't mean you're not special. You do mean a lot to me, just not like that.

Sorry.

[She leans into him, comfortable despite it all. She's careful to wipe her nose on her own sleeve to avoid snotting all over his front, though.]

'msorry too. I knew I had t'talk to you. Shouldn't've been like this.

'n' I know you're probably-- I mean, Jake...

[She sighs, drops her voice.]

Even if I liked him too. Like him too. I dunno.

Should've been there for you.

Yeah, well, Jake's been solidly out of reach since he set eyes on Rose, so we're both magnificently bad at this.

[He shrugs awkwardly into the hug.]

Doubt I'll be much help for this one, but... I can be there for you for this one. If you want.

Mmf. Yeah.

[She focuses on him as best she can, unsure exactly what he means.]

How? And...for which thingy?

[Dirk not liking her or Jake not liking her?]

For whichever. Both.

...You gonna call yourself a big dummyhead for not liking me back, then?

Not the words I was planning on using.

[There's a very very small chance that he's joking.]

'sweird. 'sweird for you. I don't want you to feel bad.

I don't know why I told you.

'Cause you got yourself really bloody drunk. Speaking of, you cought to eat something. Might not help, by now, but it can't hurt, either.

[Yeah, he's going to avoid talking about his feelings if he can help it.]

[Jane nods, scrubs at her nose a little.]

I'll eat if you promissse to say nice stuff about me more offften. I like it. 'ven if it's scary. 'n' you don't like me that way.

[Jane will probably regret this some time in her near future. Possibly as soon as tomorrow morning. Dirk is not fond of giving conventional compliments.]

Promise. Now c'mon, let's raid this place.

[Jane smiles vaguely and follows him, leaning on him a little more than usual as they make their way to the food.]

Did I say sorry, yet? 'cause I am. So sorry.

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