Roddy's Birthday Rave! Backdated to August 31 - Open to all

[roddy_reinigen]

As far as Roddy was concerned, there was only one thing to do if you won a bunch of money right before your birthday, and that was to throw a massive rave. There was alcohol (mostly beer and booze set out for people to help themselves to), music (which he took over and was the DJ for part of the night, though most of the night he focused more on enjoying the party himself), low lights and glow sticks.

Of course, the low lights was a given, considering the fact that Roddy was throwing the party in an abandoned warehouse in a remote part of town. Sure, he just won a bunch of money, but he didn't want to blow it all on this party, and besides...abandoned warehouses just felt traditional for this sort of party. Other than that, he set it up so people could drink, dance, and have a good time, and if they wanted to bring anything more illegal than alcohol that was fine, too, as long as Roddy continued to have plausible deniability.

Naturally, he'd made sure his friends in Hillingdon and the East End Pack knew about the rave, although he'd made it very clear that it was open to everyone, figuring it could spread by word of mouth from there.

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[roddy_reinigen]

Roddy grimaced as he looked down at his shoes, which had now been splashed with vomit, before lifting one of his feet to try and scrape it off against a wall. Well. He could see he'd have the rats being more intrigued than usual by his shoes.

After a few seconds of that, he looked over at the woman who was the source of the vomit. "You okay?"

She probably just had too much to drink, and would probably be fine as long as she got some water, but he still wanted to make sure. Especially since she didn't particularly seem to be here with anyone, and it was never great to be that drunk on your own.

[greenevoices]

Predrinks are coming back to haunt her. Vodka tastes terrible the second time around, and the fruity cocktail that she'd paid too much for just adds a sickeningly sweet aftertaste to the whole disgusting mess. Imogen wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, smearing dark purple lipstick all over the side of her face, and looks blearily up at the guy whose shoes she just decorated. There's something weird about him, but she's too drunk and miserable to put her finger on it.

"'m fine," she gasps out. "Just need to sit down for a bit." There's no place to sit. It's too crowded.

[roddy_reinigen]

"Here, I'll..." He paused, looking around, trying to work out where she could go to sit. "I saw a back area with some chairs earlier. I think it used to be an office or something. I can help you back there."

[greenevoices]

"Thanks."

Once they get to the old office, Imogen sinks down into a chair with a contented sigh, not seeming to mind the dirt and grime coating everything. She feels loads better once she isn't tottering around on sky high, impractical heels.

"This is nice. D'you wanna sit down too?"

There's another chair and she's feeling chatty.

[roddy_reinigen]

"Yeah, thanks," he said, taking a seat. Roddy, naturally, wasn't too concerned over a bit of dust and grime. He'd also been on his feet all night, although, since he was wearing gym shoes it hadn't been that hard on his feet. "So how are you feeling? Want me to get you a water or anything?"

Yes, he'd just sat down and already he was offering to get back up.

[greenevoices]

Imogen is torn. She wants to rinse the awful taste of regurgitated booze out of her mouth, but she also doesn't want to be alone right now. "No--stay." She grabs his hand and why is she getting all teary right now?

"You're being so nice to me." The tears start to fall. "I don't deserve someone being so nice."

[roddy_reinigen]

Roddy settled down in his seat. If she wanted him to stay, he'd stay, although he was kind of surprised by all the...well, crying. What was going on?

"Of course you do." Not that he actually knew her to make that assessment, but whatever. "Why wouldn't you?"