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 Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 10:30 pm
Festivus Party 9pm-2am @ My Place, 12/23. Bring something awesome and a friend, if you have any. - K
The invite was sent out electronically, via text, facebook, twitter, only a few days in advance. For a girl like Kess, it didn't take long to throw together a house party. Practice makes perfect, and all. A few folks had been invited in uniform, but not many.
It would be packed with people, and anything worth protecting had already been locked up, hidden away, where prying eyes and wandering, drunk feet couldn't ruin it. A table of party snacks had several pizzas, chips and salsa, dips, and other munchies. There were a few cases of beer, some wine, and malt liquor, pre-bottled, plus the standard table of hard booze set up for shots and self-mixing. When they got there, a friend or two was bound to take up the duty of mixing drinks, just like she already had a buddy around to man the iPod and sound system, which was currently bumping out something with heavy-handed bass. Nice.
There was no need for heavy-handed decorations, and the only hint of holiday festivities was the hanukiah perched atop her mantle, four candles in place. Glancing briefly at her phone to check the time [8:45pm], the lanky blonde grinned, dark eyes flicking across the groups of early-birds that already milled about, nursing drinks and chatting to the people they knew.
Soon, it'd get more crowded, the drinks would flow, and dancing would start. Fantastic.
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2011 4:16 pm
Zac arrived rather promptly at 9pm with a taller young man quite literally draped off him. Zac, or Zinkenite as you knew him best looked somewhere between comfortable and tense with the arrangement and didn’t seem to be sure which way he felt like his feelings should go. He’d come a long way since worrying about ‘public cooties’ and ‘pda’ regardless of how it looked though.
In one hand he had a black case, in the days of Mafia he might have been suspected of carrying some kind of concealed handgun, but these days it was a great deal more innocent. His Christmas gift, from a girl he worked with at the candy store surprisingly. She was sweet and reminded him of his one time teacher in an odd way.
He fingered the handle of the case almost nervously, which was odd given how much love he poured into the music when he played. He just wasn’t sure how she’d take him bringing it, even after he’d found out through a few…discrete means that she herself played the Cello.
People already being here alarmed him without reason, it made him feel he must be late, he’d actually sat on his hands to keep from arriving early which made him feel just a little foolish, not that he’d ever admit it. He squeezed Ever’s hand and knocked on the door waiting for her to answer it. “Hi, I brought the ‘friend’, and ah, a Violin, I wasn’t sure what else would be proper.”
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2011 5:41 pm
Ever's arm was tight around Zac's shoulders, head tipped to stare back the way they'd come as if wondering where the rest of the crowd was. He was oddly jittery himself, to a degree that was surprising; Ever had never much cared about what other people thought, had never worried that they might pass judgement on him, or perhaps had just always been so certain that they were that he ignored the issue. Now, though, Zac's tension was infectious, his concern making Ever's mouth go a little dry.
The physical contact wasn't something to be tolerated, for him, and it wasn't just something teasing. Maybe it made Zac's teeth rattle, he had to fight against the urge to pull away, but Ever drew some comfort from it. Hopefully he wasn't too much of a pest because of it.
"...uh. And...some sort of...festive booze." He didn't let go of Zac -- but he did hold up a couple large bottles of Pumpkin Cider. Not his preference, but maybe Zac would like it better than the cheap beer and low-grade vodka Ever tended to consume...
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2012 6:39 pm
Leaving the arcade on a Friday night was not something that Corey Boone did on a normal or frequent occassion. Even close to a holiday, it would be one of the busiest nights of this week, and despite having very capable young employees... that place was his life blood.
The promise of a party with fellow young adults though... especially after receiving a personal invitation from Kess was far too tempting. He loved being around children and teens for the most part. But sometimes it was nice to be around people he could actually look at and talk to without being a ***** creep. And considering the very naive and misguided crush on the friendly neighborhood mail lady, he knew at least one person he could talk to, or innocently oggle from the other side of the room.
He hadn't bothered to change, but his 'something awesome' made the pocket of his hoodie puff in a lumpy fashion. It was more than a dozen of those cheap little confetti poppers shaped like like champagne bottles, just ready to cover Kess' carpet in tiny little paper pieces.
"Heyyyy, Happy Festivus!" Corey declared loudly as he arrived, not taking long at all to find a drink to fill his hand and take a swig. There were lots of new faces and a few familiar, which meant Corey was soon mingling and invading many a' space bubbles.
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