I'm half drunk, I can't see straight

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WHO: REGGIE MANTLE, ARCHIE ANDREWS, and YOU.
WHERE: Archie & Reggie's apartment in Heropa.
WHEN: Weekend of June 16th-18th.
WHAT: Reggie and Archie celebrate their newfound independence and take advantage of Reggie's new ability to generate alcohol in a typical teenage fashion: by throwing a party. The theme this month is SUPERHEROES and the invitation is public, so anyone is free to tag in regardless of existing CR!
WARNINGS: Underage drinking mainly, though potentially other party-typical (or otherwise) sensitive content (e.g. drug use, sexual implications/activity, etc.); please mark threads for content as applicable!


INSIDE ( FRI )

ARRIVAL, FOOD & DRINKS:
↳ The apartment, granted, isn't huge -- one of the standard government two bedrooms -- but that's obviously not of major concern for this party's two charming hosts. There's still room outside should it get too crowded... but also, a good party is always a little crowded.

The dining room table is laid out with paper plates and pizza boxes -- the different kinds labeled with post-its -- a stack of red plastic cups, and a cooler of soda, although as specified in the invites hopefully guests also brought their own drinks along if they don't want to be sipping tap water by the end of the evening. Reggie will tell guests as they arrive (if he's the one to greet them) to come find him whenever they need their drinks "freshened up": find him, talk to him, he'll work his magic to turn whatever your drink of choice more alcoholic. All for free this time, too! So generous of him.

The party will be going from "6 PM - ????" but feel free to arrive earlier, and to stay as long as you want. Odds are the festivities will spill over into the early hours of Saturday morning, which gives everyone plenty of time to mingle and make new friends, enemies, love connections, or whatever else, and there's a couch, the floor, tables?!, or even Archie or Reggie's own beds that can be crashed on in a pinch. True that last option might be awkward, but only maybe. They might not even notice!

OPTIONS / ACTIVITIES:
↳ Since it is a party, the whole of the apartment is effectively at any guest's disposal, even beyond the common areas; it may not be considered the most classy to pop inside the hosts's bedrooms, but also hardly unheard of if anyone's in need of some privacy or just a moment alone to take a quick breather.

In the common areas, of course, people are free to mingle, drink, and dance-- hell, it's encouraged. Go wild, grind on each other, show off yours costumes, enjoy the free food, do shots, sit on the couch and chat... the night is full of options, and that's not even including the potential for party games: various drinking games are bound to be organized and played throughout the night, as well as a tipsily-judged (and dubiously categorized) costume "contest" and, naturally, there's always the classic ice-breaker game Never Have I Ever.

Just try not to get too rowdy or turn the music up too loud, in case the neighbors complain! Or you know what, fuck those guys. Smoke in the bathroom, make out on the balcony. If it gets too crowded for you, clear off a table and dance there instead! Seriously, do whatever you want.

OUTSIDE ( FRI )

↳ Outside things might be a little quieter and less crowded, depending on the time of night-- although that's still a "maybe," because on a warm Florida night there's nothing more fun than partying at a poolside. Hope you brought suits or incorporated them into your costumes! But hell, even if not, no one's really going to judge anyone too hard for jumping in (or getting pushed in) with their clothes on or even in their underwear. Anything goes, after all!

There might not be blasting music except for the dim sounds of what can still be heard from the apartment -- unless someone's come prepared and brought their own, of course -- but there's the ambient sounds of conversation and traffic and other such night noise, and the pool area is nicely lit up. It'll close for the night eventually, but still feel free to sneak back in after hours if you don't mind the darkness. Just, y'know, don't drown.

SATURDAY ( MORNING )

↳ By the time Saturday morning rolls around, a lot of people may or may not have left already -- one never can really tell how long a party will last -- but those who haven't may either still be awake (talking, swimming, making out, watching TV, or whatever else) or passed out asleep wherever they found space to.

Sleep in as long as you need, drag yourselves awake and help each other tend to your potential respective hangovers, dig into your hosts's leftovers and/or fridge, or just take the opportunity to have a quiet conversation or moment alone with someone you didn't have the chance to while the party was in full swing.

Comments

WODEN | ota (CW HARD DRUG USE\Woden's usual racism and sexism)

[craftpunk]

[A. Arrival]

[ Woden arrived with no costume, no booze, and nothing apparently in his hands. Not even a bag of chips. His party favors were actually tucked away in his jacket, but otherwise, he showed up with nothing exciting, save for himself. Which, while he would of course say was exciting -- wasn't.

He didn't even approach anyone. He found a couch, where there were a couple of girls sitting, and sat right down. He might try to speak a few words, bot otherwise? He just watched. He certainly wasn't swimming. He wasn't going to dance, but dammit, he could watch.

And drink. How? Well, Woden wore his party helmet, which included an apparatus for straws. Mostly, though? It was unsettling, the way the helmet reflected the party back. This way, it was hard to tell who he was looking at. ]


[B. Later]

[ At about 11 is when Woden finally, finally broke out the actual party favors. Yes, it's exactly what you're thinking, and maybe it's because the last buzz he'd gotten had been ruined by certain nameless gods, but there he was, lining them up in neat little lines, razorblade and everything cutting it out.

He's even magnanimous about it. Maybe there's an sudden but obvious betrayal tucked away later, but Woden's certainly going to share. He brought a lot, although his first offer always goes to the prettiest (and in many occasions, the first asian girl) before he offers it to the next. This, of course, might get him a few disgusted looks, but he's used to that.

He does, however, partake himself, complete with a little device that comes out of his party helmet. It's honestly ridiculous, but it works. ]

That's the stuff!

[ He then gestured, and looked to the person closest to him on the couch. ] Don't tell me you're hanging around because you don't want some.

A.

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[ The helmet isn't unsettling for Reggie, especially not a few drinks in-- sure, he might have found it a bit odd the first time they spoke, but now? Reggie, especially drunk Reggie, loves an opportunity to stare at himself.

Which he does now, after he beelines over to where Woden's sitting as soon as Reggie's noticed he's arrived. ]

Hey, dude! Glad you made it!

[ But while Reggie had invited him sincerely, there's one major reason he's glad Woden is here, and it's not Woden himself. Reggie sits down, close, slinging his arm over the back of the couch. ]

Lookin' good. [ He might be saying that to his reflection though. ] So. Can I get a hit?

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[ Woden almost looks taken aback -- as taken aback as a reflective helmet can get -- when Reggie sits down next to him, slings an arm around the back of the couch, and looks... friendly? He's assuming that it's Reggie who looks good, because he certainly didn't dress up for the damn party. ]

Host's the one who gets first hit.

[ He said, and tucked a hand underneath the inside of his jacket, only to bring out a rather sizeable bag. Not huge, but this guy came ready to fucking party, and it's clear. ]

Give me a minute, though. I didn't pull it out quite yet.

[ And then it's a razorblade, and he goes to work. The white stuff gets on his gloved hand a little bit, but he has no way to take care of that, so it just sits there, and he gestured. ] Host gets first go.

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[ Reggie has actually never done cocaine before, but it is one of those things he's always wanted to try at least once to see what the experience is like; he loves to drink, he loves to party, and stimulants... well, what's not to love about those too, right? It's very much the attitude of someone who thinks, maybe, nothing can hurt him as long as he stays one step ahead of it. The kind of person who thinks he can will himself from becoming addicted.

Which is, well, optimistic, but he's got utter confidence in his own ability to handle it. He enthusiastically agrees: ]

Damn right I am.

[ His eyebrows raise just a bit at the amount, but Reggie stays quiet while Woden sets up some lines for them, leg jiggling slightly restlessly. Then, impulsively, instead of simply doing one of said lines, he leans over to lick the powder from Woden's glove.

He just prefers putting things in his mouth. ]

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[ He'd just finished up the lines, and had turned slightly, when Reggie leaned over not for the dollar bill he'd arranged next to the neat lines, but his fingers. Which were still dusted slightly with the drug -- he'd been aiming to either find someone to lick it off -- or just wipe it off, and then --

Well, that was one way to get rid of it. ]

Alright. Well, at least my fingers are clean.

[ Did he sound uncomfortable? He certainly looked it, tightened shoulders, sitting a little straighter.

He wasn't exactly used to being touched. ]

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[ Reggie blinks a couple times, already feeling some effect even from just the dusting he'd licked clean off Woden. He still wants more, of course, but it was a good way for him to, well, get a taste for it-- pre-gaming, almost, to make sure he really wants it.

His tongue grazes over his lips to clean them of any remaining traces of powder, then he glances over and moves himself back slightly so he's not still practically leaning into Woden's lap. ]

Welcome!

[ He says it easily, as if what just happened had been a relatively normal exchange. Reggie is not in the least bit as shy or hesitant about physical contact, though.

He does a line, wanting to be quick about it so that they're both done before other people can start coming over to bother them about it. ]

How long's this stuff usually last?

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Normally? About two hours.

[ Woden says it while he leaned forward -- a small device extended from the device over his mouth and nose area on his helmet -- it was literally a small metal straw, before he leaned down and did a line himself, before he pulled his head back, and the straw was already gone. ]

Much better!

[ He leaned back, arms up, and he rested them across the back of the couch, head tipped back dramatically. ]

It'll kick in quick, so give it... probably another five to ten.

[bragnificent]

Mm.

[ Reggie blinks a couple times, rubbing his eyes, his mouth, his nose. Useful information to have, honestly, because otherwise a first-time user such as Reggie might take the physical sensation from ingesting it for part of it. Or his own anticipation, at that-- he may have no intention of becoming an addict, but it's something he's always wanted to try. Coke, party drugs... it's all part of his image of the ideal frivolous fratboy lifestyle. After all, he only has so many years left before his actions start to actually maybe have some consequences and he has to buckle down for adulthood.

Not that any of that seems to matter now while he's here though, so all the more reason to have fun trying new things. #YOLO! ]

Anything else I should know? I can still drink, right?

[craftpunk]

You can, but you might want to...cool it a little.

[ He says it plainly, but Woden doesn't have alcohol with him. Hell, he doesn't have any drinks with him, but with that helmet, it's difficult to tell what he does and doesn't have inside of it. For all anyone knows, he has a cheeto dispenser built in somewhere in there. ]

If you drink, you'll be mixing alcohol and drugs, and that's going to...hit you pretty quick.

Maybe give it long enough to hit you, before you drink much more. Just to be safe.

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[ The advice gets a shrug and a headshake, because unless his heart would be, say, at risk of exploding from the interaction then Reggie sees no cause for concern. ]

Dude, the whole point is for it to hit me quick. I mean it is a party, you know? So why not have as much fun as I possibly can?

[ Famous last words. ]

As long as it won't kill me, that's all the information I really need. [ A pause, then: ] It won't, right?

[craftpunk]

Oh no, unless you're drinking enough to black out, you should be fine.

[ It's said with all the knowledge of a partier. And well...while Woden wasn't... the picture of a party animal, he got along a hell of a lot better than one would expect for a recluse. ]

So no, you'll still live. Hopefully you'll come back for more tomorrow.

[bragnificent]

Well I might be. Dunno yet... still pretty early. But I figure I'll probably fall asleep some time.

[ Reggie shrugs, rubbing his nose and mouth again and blinking a couple of times. Again, he isn't sure if he's starting to feel it yet or if it's just the anticipation and the booze, but either way he's looking forward to how this night is bound to go.

He sits back for a moment, bracing himself to stand in another moment or two. ]

Oh, definitely. Or tonight-- you said it only lasts a couple hours, right? I'll come find you, probably.

[ Now he's standing, carefully so he doesn't make himself too dizzy, all things considered. ]

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[ Woden watched him for a moment -- or to Reggie: The helmet looked as if it was facing in his vague direction. A mirrored gaze that reflected the world back at him. ]

I'll be here, probably. I like...watching.