Party's Party post for the Party! [OPEN]

[injectablefame]

In the last week, Party's does his job to set up a truly momentous party thrown by an anonymous organizer. To some he's admitted that he knows the organizer, to others he's only said that he'd heard of the party second or third hand, but those that know him best could probably tell whose handiwork is behind this. The fliers are artless and plain and they're everywhere in the days leading up to it, or at least everywhere Party can reasonably get them without getting police attention that would shut it down before it even starts.

It starts small and slow, a few high kids playing music on their cell phones and dancing, but it grows from there, a few DJs with small and portable setups and broken bottles in the street. Central to the whole affair is the Magical Innovation Centre, but it spreads out from there, disturbing the nearby neighborhood and hiding seedy activities with only minimal effort. At some point, there's even a series of wolf howls that seem to echo through the streets.

It's only a few hours from its small beginnings before it's broken up by the cops, but with no ringleader known, only interspersed random arrests are made. There just aren't enough police to get everyone.

(OOC: Party post! Post top levels, tag around and have fun!)

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ghoul / ota

[ghoulaid]

Of course Ghoul is here. But even after getting a few ("a few") drinks in his system, he's not nearly as much of a wreck as some members of the pack. He seems to be fairly forgettable tonight, actually. His appearances include stopping by to say hi to familiar faces, clinging on to a couple people and laughing like a lunatic over god-knows-what, or sneaking his way out of clusters of dancing bodies that Party keeps literally dragging him in to.

Until he climbs up on a chair in one of the slightly quieter areas and yells, "Somebody lost their keys!" They jingle in his hand as he holds them up for display. As he begins to twirl them around a finger by the ring, he hears a voice somewhere off to the side say I think those are mine? He points with his free hand and declares, "And that is not my fuckin' problem," before getting on with the main event.

"Anybody wanna start the bid at £2?" Ghoul grins when a hand raises. Time to see how much money he can make from stuff that isn't his.

[falsify]

Ooh, mystery keys. That could be fun. Or, you know, crazy illegal, but that's a problem for Future Kathryn. Right now there's mystery keys to get and she wants them, holding up her beer to make a grand bid, "I've got a fiver."

[ghoulaid]

"Good!" Ghoul carries on, and the number gets in the neighborhood of 15 before he calls out Kathryn. She's not the only one bidding, obviously, but she's currently the cutest, so.

"C'mon, Fiver! You gonna let this jackoff beat you out?" There's one guy in particular who keeps jumping on every new offer. The keys probably belong to him, but he's starting to sound kind of stressed, like he knows he's not carrying much cash. Sucks to be him.

[falsify]

Too bad for that guy, Kathryn has a cute face and a wallet that isn't hers. One that she's gonna throw on the pile because why not? She opens it and peers through the contents curiously — mostly faded receipts — but there's £20 that gets held up with a grin.

"I've got twenty and a leather wallet."

She was kinda content to lose out on this one, but then Ghoul called her out and she can't let that go-- sucks to be that guy x2.

[ghoulaid]

"Twenty and a leather wallet! Anybody?"

Three seconds of silence is good enough for him.

"Sold to the nice lady who's got my money right there in her fuckin' hand." He doesn't even have to threaten to remain in the chair until he sees cash. She's ready to go. Ghoul jumps off his sorry excuse for a platform, his knees buckling a little when he hits the ground. It's okay, though, because he manages to keep himself upright after stumbling forward- and maybe grabbing on to a random body or two. He's graceful like a cat. Just, you know, a wolf. A tipsy wolf.

He makes his way over to Kathryn. The keys are in one hand and he sticks his empty one out, clearly awaiting payment. "Congratulations. Now gimme."

[falsify]

Very kindly, she stifles a laugh at watching Ghoul stumble his way over and mimics the gesture, handing him the wallet and holding out the other for the keys. The beer is kinda being held by her teeth right now, but that's fine. Just nobody make any sudden movements or Kathryn will have to avenge her ruined shirt.

[ghoulaid]

Good thing she put a lid on that laugh. This is an incredibly serious business transaction, there is absolutely no time for fucking around- even though he does have to take a moment to silently appreciate her beer-holding ingenuity.

Ghoul makes the switch, grinning brightly at her and giving her a little mock-salute with two fingers once the wallet and money are officially his. "Nice doin' business with you. Enjoy your stalker-friend for the rest of the night too, he's on the house." Of course the guy will probably want to hassle her for his keys back. But this is a decently crowded place. Should be easy to shake him.

[falsify]

No, she doesn't want that. Kathryn takes her cup back in her hand and glances over her shoulder with a frown, trying to see if that guy's around at all. She bought these keys fair and-- well it wasn't really fair or square, but she bought them all the same!

Ugh.

Kathryn wrinkles her nose in distaste, but it's followed by a shrug and a gesture at the wallet, "well once that guy realises where is wallet is, you're probably gonna get one too."

[ghoulaid]

"--Say what now?"

He blinks, looking down at the wallet in his hands and then back up at her face. Sure, it wasn't exactly the most feminine thing for her have on hand like that, but shit. Ghoul's laugh is short yet loud, and he quickly stuffs the wallet in to his back pocket. Just in case the (ex-)owner is nearby.

How nice of her to give him a heads up. "Y'don't look the type."

[falsify]

"You didn't think I was just gonna give you my wallet for some random keys, did you?" She laughs at the idea, because she'd have to be pretty damn drunk to think that was a good idea, and shakes her head, "guy got a little handsy, so I decided to fine him."

You know, without his knowledge. That's how fines work.

[ghoulaid]

Oh. Well, that's just precious.

It's the sort of vigilante justice he can respect. "Fuckin' right, Robin Hood, don't take that shit from nobody. If y'run outta wallets to grab off those fuckers, come get me. I can black up some eyes for you."

[falsify]

That's so sweet. Kathryn laughs brightly and puts a hand on Ghoul's shoulder, as if to say 'thank you so much, you brave and punchy soul,' "that's so nice!" Her grin doesn't go anywhere, even when she tilts her head forward with a little raised eyebrow, "if only more guys were willing to punch people for me."

[ghoulaid]

Oh, shit. Oh shit, this is not a drill. He could totally make a move right now. He should.

Except he keeps low-key laughing, and for some reason he thinks it's a good idea to say, "Aw, quit it. Bet you got guys punchin' in each others' faces all the time for you." ...It's a compliment. Really.

[falsify]

She'll take it, even if it kind of makes her sound like the bitchy hot girl on some 90s TV show, and snorts a laugh.

"Would you believe I don't? I'm kinda wondering if I'm doing something wrong now."

[ghoulaid]

"Not even a little punching?" It's hard for him to keep a straight face when he asks such stupid questions, but he still tries... Sort of.

"M'sorry," he says with a tilt of his head- which allows him to spot a mysterious piece of something stuck in her hair. He's mostly coordinated when he reaches forward and carefully digs it out. Turns out it's nothing gross, just a shredded bit of flyer someone decided to use as confetti. "Could be a lotta reasons for that. Doesn't mean there's anything wrong with you, though."

[falsify]

She wrinkles her nose a little when this dude just goes and sticks his hand in her hair, but she also tilts her head into it, half wondering if Ghoul's shy or something or if he's just not picking up what she's putting down.

"Thanks for putting my mind at ease," she raises an eyebrow, totally deadpan, "who knows how long I might've spent wondering why guys aren't fighting over me. Maybe even with tears and everything."

[ghoulaid]

He could be shy. Or really dumb. Or drunker than he thinks he is. Or perhaps the unholy trinity has been invoked and he is some form of all three.

It's probably that last one, judging by the way he lightly taps a finger against her cheek in what is probably meant to be a somehow-encouraging gesture. Why? Because vodka, that's why. "Nah, no tears allowed. Not unless you're makin' them cry." It's better not to ask for clarification. Ghoul doesn't know, either- regardless, he snickers like he's just told the best joke of all time and pulls away, taking a deep breath. "I gotta go, I need a shot."

Nooo, he does not.

[nooneleft]

Like Johanna's going to be paying for anything. Like she has any money to be spending anyway.

She waits until Ghoul has finished, until his pocket is full of money. She waits until the crowd has dispersed. She waits until he's pretty much alone. And then she makes her move.

"Oy." She comes closer, right into his personal space. "I saw what you were doing out there." She grins, a twinkle in her eye. "Nicking stuff. Pretty resourceful of you. But I reckon you'd be torn apart if people knew. Half the profits would keep that little secret. Don't you think?" Her smile widens, but there's no warmth behind it. This is Johanna planning a ruthless move. She's determined to get what she wants.

[ghoulaid]

Ghoul stays rooted in place, although he instinctively leans back a few inches when she crowds him. All of this input at once briefly stalls him, but as the situation sinks in, he can't help looking surprised. Or intrigued. They're both incredibly difficult to tell apart at the moment. "Are you tryin' to fucking blackmail me?"

What a way to say hello.

[nooneleft]

"If you want to put it so bluntly." Johanna grins, satisfied with his reaction. "Johanna Mason." Because she literally doesn't care if he tries to report her to the other werewolves or the police, or anyone else. She holds out her hand.
"Are we not all brothers anyway?" She smirks.

[nooneleft]

Johanna's smile widens. "If you want to be so blunt, then yeah, I guess so." She laughs, quite satisfied with Ghoul's reaction. She holds out a hand. "Johanna Mason." She doesn't care, really, if he gives her name to the other werewolves. Maybe it's better to burn bridges before they're even built. Then again, being alone in this stinking dump would be as lethal as having no allies in the dog pit's she's fought in.

So she shrugs casually. "Or, whatever. We'll split it. Brothers and all that, right?"

[ghoulaid]

Rather than being angry or intimidated, he thinks this situation is fantastic. He looks absolutely tickled... Possibly because he knows his reputation is in no actual danger (no one expects better of him to begin with, and truthfully, he'd love an excuse to fight everyone in this entire place), but still. "You just fuckin' go for it." His laugh is quieter and lighter than hers, and a fair measure more drunk. "I like that. Okay," he says with a grin, shaking her hand a little too enthusiastically. "I'll do that deal."

So what if he loses half of his profit. He likes her style, and style is what matters today. "Name's Ghoul."

[nooneleft]

Johanna's smile at once becomes a little more genuine. She can appreciate a guy who finds it funny to be mugged. It's the kind of dark humour she can relate to.

She shakes, but her other hand is out and open, waiting for the money to be dropped into it.

"What kind of a dumb name is that? Were your parents trying to be ironic or something?"

[ghoulaid]

"What's wrong? Y'dont think it fits?" His sense of humor is (seemingly) just as shitty as his parents'. He's technically the one who named himself that, but still.

He kind of snickers weirdly at his own question, fumbling around in his pockets until he drags out the folded-up bills from earlier. Ghoul doesn't bother to actually count before smacking a few of them down in to her palm because at this point in the evening, what are numbers? So she could end up with a little less than half, or a little more. It'll be a fun surprise.

[nooneleft]

"You're named after a bloody ghost." Johanna says, bluntly. Her nose wrinkles.

She pockets the money without looking: she doesn't really care how much Ghoul has given her.
With a grin and a coy wave, she turns on her heel.

"See you around, Casper."