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

[bragnificent]

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

[nightmarist]

[Ronan smirks, swirling his whiskey around and around the solo cup.]

What about you? Any undead lovers?

[redhott]

Uhh, no. [ Kyle laughs HA HA HA his poor life. ] No undead or alive.

[ Plenty of unrequited love to go around, though. ]

[nightmarist]

[Ronan gestures to the horns, a swirling motion of his finger tapering upward.]

I was just thinking you're our type.

[redhott]

[ Ohhh kay, that's not at all what he expects the guy to say, which is obvious by the way his mouth kinda hangs open. ]

... Because I'm weird-looking?

[ He's not offended per se, but there's a lot going on with him: he's got horns, demonic blood, big ears, and he's a ginger. He just wants to narrow it down a bit's all. ]

[nightmarist]

Because you're good-looking.

[This coming from an absurdly tall, creepy, pale boy who resembles a bird, a shark, or a snake, depending on who you ask.]

[redhott]

[ He's quiet for a moment, but only to process the fact that he's being hit on. ]

Thanks. [ Though he's probably not so good-looking anymore with a mouthful of pizza stuffed in his cheek like a squirrel. ] You're not too bad yourself.

[ Well, snakey birb shark man, meet goat boy. Pleasure to meet ya. ]

[nightmarist]

Ronan.

[There's nothing unattractive about a mouthful of pizza. And Ronan's drunk, anyway.]

[redhott]

Kyle. Nice to meet you.

[ He's very happy he didn't go to bed in his spandex last night or else he'd looking dweebier than he already is. ]

[nightmarist]

There's something I don't hear often.

[That it's nice to meet him.]

You live here?

[redhott]

[ Uhhh, why would it not be? Are you a super villain, Ronan? Should Kyle be concerned by his newfound friendship with you?? ]

Here? In this house? No, that'd be Archie. He's the other redhead passed out somewhere. I'm in Maurtia Falls, actually.

[nightmarist]

[It's rude to discriminate against supervillains, Kyle.]

Slight improvement over Florida.

cw: sexual assault

[redhott]

[ Well you know what?? The last time he trusted a super villain, he manipulated Kyle into sex and jump started the apocalypse with his ejaculate. He's a little gun shy these days about "reformed" villains. OKAY?? ]

Ha, yeah I guess. Certainly keeps me busy with hero work, that's for sure.

[nightmarist]

[That's rough, buddy.]

You actually do the whole hero thing?

[redhott]

Yeah, back where I'm from that was my job. No reason to quit helping people now that I'm here.

[nightmarist]

Getting kidnapped, cataloged, and microchipped against your will is a pretty good reason to quit.

[And Ronan actually likes this place. But every human on this planet can basically fucking die, as far as he's concerned.]

[redhott]

[ Kyle shrugs. ]

There's nothing I can do about that. I might as well help instead of hinder. But that's just me. I'm kind of a goody two shoes...

[ IF THAT WASN'T OVIOUS. ]

[nightmarist]

[Indeed, Ronan can tell.]

You're leaving out the third option.

[redhott]

Uhmm... [ Kyle's gears are working overtime in his head to come up with the answer. ] Which is... what?

[ Do tell, Shark Man. ]

[nightmarist]

Do whatever the fuck you want.

[There's helping, there's hindering, and then there's neither.]

[redhott]

Dude, that's what I'm doing. By helping.

[ Smirk smirk smirksmirk! Kyle ENJOYS helping people. Every person ever will be helped by Kyle if possible. ]

[nightmarist]

[Ronan smiles. He finds that incredibly stupid, but he happens to love the brash and heroic types.]

Well... As long as you're enjoying yourself.

[redhott]

[ He is. His life is all about helping the others and supporting them the way he wished he'd had support as a foster child. Kyle's gone through some rough stuff in his childhood, but it's only made him more compassionate as he gets older. ]

So what do you do to pass the time in this place? Or you and, uh, your boyfriends?

[ Jealous? ...... Yeah, maybe. ]

[nightmarist]

[That smile takes on a wicked edge.]

We mostly do what you'd assume we'd be doing. But I also star on a shitty TV show with my son.

[redhott]

........... You have a son?

[ Dude how OLD are you??? ]

[nightmarist]

[Seventeen or eighteen depending on whether time travel fuckery counts.]

It's complicated.