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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[thelastjoy]

"It didn't taste like a battery," Girl mutters, though she's not sure why she's arguing when he's trying to give her something better. The last thing she wants is for an argument where he threatens to cut her off completely. She sighs, sitting down her cup and then crossing her arms.

"Fine. Promise I'm not gonna come back for more. I actually do wanna remember tonight." She mostly means it. She doesn't plan on going back on her word, but she's sure there's something to be said about best laid plans. Girl eyes the ingredients, smiling slightly. It's not impressive to him maybe, but if it's something she's not supposed to have then it's impressive enough to a teenager. "Thanks."

[ghoulaid]

Ghoul gives her a dry look. Maybe he hasn't had any in his mouth, but he can still confidently say that it tastes like a battery. That someone peed on.

He looks pleased with her surrender and her promise, though, so a moment later her nods. "Gotta be able to run straight, y'know? Cops are gonna bust this place up at any time and if you get tossed in the pound, I'm leavin' you there." Is he serious? She'll find out if she gets picked up.

Since they've come to an agreement he sets about fixing up her last drink. It's as basic as an already-easy paloma can possibly get, containing just soda and liquor. It'll still taste pretty good, though. He even makes sure to scale the tequila back to a slightly more kid-friendly ratio, so he feels absolutely 0 amounts of guilt when he finally hands it over to her. Ta-da.

[thelastjoy]

"I'm not gonna get caught," Girl says with all the foolish confidence of youth. "I wouldn't ask ya to get me out anyway. Do they do the one phone call in this country? 'Cause I got someone to call to bail me out. You don't gotta worry 'bout bein' an emergency contact."

She thinks that sounds reassuring, like it's absolving him of further responsibility. Or that it makes her sound responsible, having a viable back up plan. Even if that plan was just to call in a sob story to her uncle.

Girl takes the cup with a grin, raising it in a mock cheers before taking a healthy drink. She pauses a moment to pretend to savor it, humming and tilting her free hand back and forth. "It doesn't taste like a battery, I'll give ya that." She takes a longer drink. "Pretty nice, actually."