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!)

Comments

[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.

[falsify]

What.

She's half-tempted to just let him go when he suddenly switches up on her like that, it's not like there's any shortage of people here to put her face on and he's not exactly in the top tier of attractiveness she's spotted tonight either, but there's a very drunk and very indignant part of her that refuses to let somebody just walk off when she's expended any amount of effort to be this cute and kissable.

"No, no, no," she grabs his sleeve to pull him closer instead. (And despite probably being one of very few people here who are shorter than Ghoul, she's stronger than she looks,) "dance with me for a bit."

[ghoulaid]

That is not the direction his body was expecting to move in, so he ends up stumbling in to her more than anything. He has no idea where his hands have ended up after he latches on to her to steady himself, but he can only hope it's not some place hideous. Or he would hope that, if he had the ability to notice or care.

He can only focus on one thing at a time, and her demand is apparently It right now. "Um, really?" That sure is an unattractive face he makes. "This ain't an excuse to get close and snatch that wallet back, is it?" It's a good plan. She'd have the keys and the money... "'S what I'd do," he admits with a nod. "But it's a dick move. Don't be a dick. You can't be a pretty dick."

Just kill him, Kathryn. Do the world a favor.

[falsify]

Well she's absolutely stealing the wallet after that. Maybe his phone too. Or his wallet if he even has one. Time will tell.

In the meantime though, she laughs and attempts to manhandle Ghoul into some vague, dance-like position, "that sounds like a challenge."