Party's been getting a little more serious about politics lately, but he wouldn't be Party Poison if he wasn't all about fucking shit up sometimes. After the disappointing failure of the election, Party's more in the destructive mindset and what better way to say fuck you to the witches than to throw a dirty party on their prized possession?

Through some thinly-veiled subterfuge, he sets things up under the guise of organizing it for someone else's master plan and once the party's underway, he's throwing himself into the fun full-force. The thing about parties like this is that once they get going, they don't need a host, mysterious or otherwise, so Party does what he does best; he takes weird pills, drinks a lot and grinds up on everyone in reach, laughing until he pukes. If he's a little sloppy in his day-to-day life, he's a dumpster fire when he's in his element and this is certainly that.

The whole night, Party can be found bouncing around between laughing, dancing, socializing and generally throwing himself into the party spirit with reckless abandon until the police show up and Ghoul has to drag him home because he can't get his feet to work right.