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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[stauncherhearted]

Girl is probably way too young to be here, but Nancy's not a good judge. She's been drinking and worse since she wasn't even a teenager, and even now she was still so very young.

Nancy jolts, wobbling in high-heeled boots, but she maintains her balance expertly, like the boots were far more sturdy than they appeared to be. Hint: they were.

"Someone gave it to me! Isn't it pretty!" She gives the glowing tube a spin around her neck, and it winds up flopping lifelessly to the side.

[thelastjoy]

"Sorry, sorry!" Girl says when Nancy wobbles, words muddled by her laughter. She holds out her hands like she makes to help Nancy until the other woman steadies and then grins like this is some fantastic feat.

"It is! I mean, the whole outfit is too but that's-" She cuts off, shrugging and then laughing a moment later. "Perfect for all this. It's great, ain't it?"

She sweeps her arm out to indicate the whirlwind happening around them.

[stauncherhearted]

Nancy looks down at her outfit, hardly remembering what she wore out of the house. But hey, apparently she looked decent enough. "Thank you!" Ripped skinny jeans and a crop-top, she realizes, are what she's wearing. "It seemed appropriate for a party like this!" She's got to yell above the music.

"It's been so long since I've been to a real party! What about you?"

[thelastjoy]

"It is!" Girl chirps, all wide smiles. She'd only left the house in ink stained jeans and a leopard print t-shirt. It looked a little ridiculous, but she could appreciate when other people had an actual sense of fashion.

"Couple weeks for me. Know a guy who's been showin' me a few of 'em. Nothin' big as this though!" She doubts she'd be able to get into many parties as big as this on her own. "Whoever did this knows what they're doin."

[stauncherhearted]

Nancy is hardly about to judge. Growing up she wore a lot of hand-me-downs and things she could steal from the charity shop. Most of her clothing for work had been the cheap, costume satin sort. When she got older, she started to care more about what she wore and how she dressed. She was cute, she liked clothes, the end.

Nancy tosses her head back and laughs, red hair tumbling down her back. "I'll say! I once went to a rave in an abandoned tube station!" That had been a lot of fun, until vampires attacked and they'd had to get out. That was. Significantly. Less fun.

Nancy pulls a flask out of her purse and takes a long drag from it. Then, she holds it out to the girl. "Gin?"

[thelastjoy]

"In the tubes?" That sounded exactly like the sort of ridiculous thing Girl would have loved. She half hoped she'd get to see a repeat. Minus any attacks. "Sounds kinda amazin'!"

She half imagines her uncle yelling at her about taking opened drinks from anyone. But it's not like she'd paid that much attention to anything else that's been handed to her this evening. Girl grins, reaching for the flask with a, "Hey, thanks," and a "Cheers!" as she takes a drink. She shakes her head as she hands it back; no amount of partying has ever gotten her used to the taste.

"Didn't trust what the others brought?"

[stauncherhearted]

She nods. "Yeah, it was brilliant, actually. Till things went South, fast." She'd wound up trekking quite a ways in four-inch heels through the tunnels and up some iron-wrung ladders. Luckily she was a witch and her heels had been as easy to walk in as sneakers, and had found herself with a former Army-man. They'd made a good pair.

"Welcome!" She says, and accepts the gin back. She tosses back another shot, and the flask seems just as full as always. "Nah- this is magic." She taps the flask. "And it's strong."

[thelastjoy]

"Yeah? And how's that? Get broken up by the cops?" That soured a party fast. She could imagine worse things, hunters and spells gone awry. But without knowing whom she's talking to, it seemed a bad idea to bring up. "Other things?"

Or maybe not such a bad idea after all. "Oh! Get that charmed by a witch, did you?" she looks suitably impressed. "Or are one, huh? Nice. Didn't even realize they dealt with magic for a good party."

[stauncherhearted]

"Turns out vampires had their own party planned," she said. She didn't need to get into details, about the bloodshed. "So, yeah. Other things." She pressed her lips together and smiled.

"I am one!" She says, happy to say it, and to say it here at this stupid Center for Samantha's Huge Fucking Ego. Samantha didn't consider her a witch. Well, fuck Samantha. "D'you hear that, Samantha! I'm a bloody fucking witch!" She called out, laughing, and taking another swig.

"Yeah- only t'those in the know." She taps the side of her nose. "And no party's complete without lots and lots of gin."

[thelastjoy]

"You got attacked by vampires?" Girl cringes. "Yeah. One way to screw up a party real fast. Pretty lucky to get out of it alive."

Not that she imagines Nancy needs to hear that. Or that luck may have even had much to do with it since she was a witch. Which Ghoul keeps lecturing her to stay away from, or at least those affliated with Samantha. But if Nancy was so eager to yell about her... "So, not with Daybreak then?"

"And here I thought all the magic was serious nonsense. Glad they teach you lot some practical things." She smiles. "Speakin' my language here."

[stauncherhearted]

Nancy laughs a little, she knows about the awful reputation vampires had, obviously, and the disdain that wolves carried for them. Now so many people felt the same about the witches.

"Never in a million years. Sylvia was awful, and Samantha's worse." It almost made her miss Norrell. And he and his man-servant had been awful.

She shakes her head again. "No, silly! And no one taught me." She taps the flask. "Self-taught."

[thelastjoy]

Her expression warms. If someone didn't like Samantha, surely no one would yell at Girl for being friendly. Was it still breaking a promise if it was only a technicality?

"You sound like the pack, talkin' like that." Points in her favor, honestly. "And here I thought all the witches liked to stick together. Sisterhood and whatever."

Girl makes an impressed noise. "So what, you guys just invent your own magic? Or they leave ya to figure it out on your own?" She smiles sheepishly. "Sorry, didn't really have witches hangin' 'round back home."

[stauncherhearted]

Nancy laughs a bit. "And whatever- I grew up with a bunch of wolves, maybe that's what it is! My ex, had his own pack." A small one consisting of prepubescent boys, but it had still been his pack.

That's a difficult question, and Nancy takes another drink to buy time as she mulls it over. "it's cool! Yes and no- lots of books and studying. Then there's fun and concentration. All over the place. S'wild."

[thelastjoy]

"Really?" If her eyes light up, it's only because she's always had a certain respect for the non-wolves who stuck around packs. Perhaps due to being raised by such people. Besides, most of the wolves she knew couldn't even claim to have grown up around their own. "Fancy that. I grew up 'round them too. All this ruckus must be like just another day to you."

She frowns for a moment; studying doesn't sound nearly so interesting. "Sounds wild. Guess all the borin' bits pay off in the long run, gettin' to do all that magic stuff whenever you want."

[stauncherhearted]

She smiles. "Yeah; it was an odd grouping, the sorts I grew up with. Raised by a fae, boyfriend was a wolf, lots of the boys were wolves, and I was a witch, working with vampires." She shrugs it off. "Just goes to show." Another drink.

Nancy laughs, holding the flask out again. "Trust me; I grew up with far too many brothers to count. I can deal with a ruckus." Ad more importantly, she could get them to shut the fuck up and listen.

She could do that without the aid of magic.

"Magic's brill- mind you, I never got proper schoolin' in it."

[thelastjoy]

Raised by a fae? Someone connected with wolves working with the vampires? Her eyebrows shoot up towards her hairline. It's the oddest kind of group she's ever heard of and the surprise is obvious on her face.

"Had yourself the very definition of a blended family, huh?" She says daftly after a few moments. She takes the flask again, if only because she thinks drinking might be a better look than gawking. "I can imagine. Never had brothers but the pack was mostly boys pretendin' they weren't teenagers. You probably had your's listenin' to you better."

Girl cocks her head, considering. "They don't get you guys tutors or whatever?" The flask is handed back.

[stauncherhearted]

"You've got no clue," she admits, watching the young girl drink. "Yeah- they listened t'me because they knew they'd be in trouble if they didn't." Her boyfriend had been their Alpha, and Fagin had made sure they all knew to respect a lady. More or less.

"No." She drinks. "Taught ourselves, mostly. Never seemed t'matter much. I got a decent job, never went to school a day in my life." She shouldn't be telling the girl this. But here she is.

[thelastjoy]

She snorts and smiles. A strong willed woman is exactly what she imagines any pack would listen to, from all the stories she's heard of how her former one listened to her mother. "Always did see our kind bend with a firm enough hand. Good on ya, keepin' 'em in line."

Nancy definitely shouldn't be telling Girl that, if only because she hates school as it is and she gets a little green hearing someone else has gotten out of it. "Ain't that lucky! I'd skip showin' up to lectures everyday if I could. What do ya manage to do without havin' had to study for it?"

[stauncherhearted]

"Until recently," she says with a grin, "I wasn't on anyone's records." She had forged records now, so she could have things like, say, a passport and a bank account.

Now, unfortunately, she did exist, both in the mundane and supernatural world. She'd gone from being no one, a blip on the radar to the Night Council. Now she'd fucked the president, was dating the Vampire rep, the whole council knew she'd formerly been a prostitute, and she had a personal vendetta against the Mother of Witches. So much for anonymity.

"Meant no school"

[thelastjoy]

Confusion crosses her face, tugging at her smile. "What's that-" Girl starts, rubbing at her ear as though the noise of the party is effecting her. "How'd you get by with that?"

She'd heard of people forging their way through different identities; she thinks it's rather common in their community. Her own identity was as much as a forgery as any, faked parentage and all. But that still left traces, a trail to be followed. She couldn't imagine someone managing to avoid that.

Maybe that was part of magic.

"I think I can talk for every fifteen year old in the country to congratulate ya for that luck."

[stauncherhearted]

Nancy shrugs. "Not really sure, t'be honest." Her entire life was kind of a bit of a mess, and the beginnings of it even more so. No one had bothered to tell her much, but she'd learned she was a debt collected. The old promise me your firstborn thing, as it were.

"My brothers say that on the regular," she says, and takes another drink of gin. Dodger was fifteen, she supposed, as much as anyone knew. He'd never gone to school a day in his life, either.

"I think some school'd be fun, though."

[thelastjoy]

"Huh. Okay." She rocks back on her heels, head cocked. Maybe things were just different over here and there was a logical reason she just wasn't thinking of. Or maybe Nancy just didn't want to divulge. It wasn't something to press.

"They know what they're on 'bout. They get stuck in school while you got to run free?" No wonder they listened to her. She had golden luck. Probably be a curse to cross someone like that.

Girl shakes her head, nose wrinkled. "Fun how? It's just a lotta people tellin' you what to do all day and dumb lookin' uniforms."

[stauncherhearted]

"Oh, no, they're free of school, too. Don't act jealous- they're bored out of their skulls half the time if they ain't got somethin' to do." She takes another drink and offers the flask back to girl.

"You get to learn! Big, important things, and go to dances, right? Football games, shenanigans. I think it'd be fun." Nancy had always longed for a normal life. School was the epitome of normal.

[thelastjoy]

"The whole lot of you then?" The surprise on her face grew. Nancy had mentioned being raised around wolves. Maybe other packs didn't force the issue of school or normalcy or responsibility. "You'd think teenage boys would be quick to find somethin' to do. Or at least find trouble, ya know."

Not that being a teenage girl had kept her out of any trouble.

"Sure, if it's all your kinda scene. The sports and gettin' asked to dances or fairs or whatever. Ya know, if you're the social type. Or pretty. It can be fun," Girl relents. She shouldn't paint such a horrid picture of it. "But mostly it's a lot of borin' stuff while ya wait for somethin' interestin' to happen."

She shrugs. "Anyway, think you've got it more fun. Out in the real world, no one to tell ya what to do. That's the life."

[stauncherhearted]

"Lots of trouble," she confirms. "But I'm sure you get into trouble too, with or without school." See? Her point stands: school is probably pretty great.

Nancy frowns, large and comical. "Oh- that's disappointing." If she'd gone to school, there was no way she'd have ever been allowed to bring Bill, her ex, to any of the dances or anything. Too old, and far to dangerous.

Nancy wrinkles her nose. "It's a fine life."