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

[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.

[arrogantalloy]

All depends on how much you spend on it.

[He eyes her for a second.]

Let's just keep in mind the sink is right here.

[He pats the edge of the sink then gestures to his shoes.]

And that these are £250

[stubbornskeptic]

Mmnot gonna upchuck.

[She does look at his shoes though.]

That iss a ridiculous price.]

[arrogantalloy]

Well let's hope not.

[He shifts his weight as he looks down at his shoes.]

Yeah well, Dolce and Gabbana will cost prices like that.

[stubbornskeptic]

Shouldn't.

[She stands there quietly for a moment, sipping.]

'mI pathetic?

[arrogantalloy]

Wouldn't be a big brand if it w-

[He raises an eyebrow and tilts his head a little.]

Pathetic?

[He leans against the counter and looks at her with great contemplation. Okay, it's a mild concentration.]

Well I don't know how much you've drank so I can't really comment on that. But on the whole? Nah, mousy, weird way of talking sometimes, but hey, when you're friends with a guy named after a god you can't really comment on how someone talks. To be fair, I don't think I know anyone here tonight that I'd call pathetic. Well, I could but there wouldn't really be any conviction behind it, kind of saying it just to say it kind of thing.

[Drunk or sober, Tony will always ramble.]

[stubbornskeptic]

[She looks up at him, squinting in an effort to focus on what he's saying.]

So...'mnot?

[arrogantalloy]

[He gestures to her drink, a silent suggestion for her to have more.]

I try not to get involved with pathetic people, so, kind of makes sense that you're not. But I'll bite. Why do you think you are?

[stubbornskeptic]

[She drinks. Focuses on his expensive shoes.]

I only like boys who don't like me. 'n' probably can't.

[arrogantalloy]

Well, really. That's sounds like you're looking at the wrong kind of guys, right there.

Though if I was you, I wouldn't go with anyone who hits on you tonight, either.

[stubbornskeptic]

...Have people been hitting on me?

[Is Tony hitting on her?

She looks like she's not sure what to do with that possibility.]

[arrogantalloy]

Well I haven't really been paying attention to others around you. So I can't really comment on that one.

But I wouldn't be surprised?

[stubbornskeptic]

[Blink.







Blink.]

Really? On me?

[arrogantalloy]

Why not? You're cute enough.

[stubbornskeptic]

Iss cliche, I know, but.

[Sigh.]

'mfat.

[arrogantalloy]

[With a very raised eyebrow, Tony looks her up and down.]

Not so much cliché as it is delusional, because unless I'm due for an eye exam. I'm having a hard time finding this fat.