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

[couldbebeautiful]

I really kinda doubt it, but hey, maybe they have something close to Style Council. You know, like—

[She coughs, closes her eyes and starts to sing, surprisingly on-key and clear despite the fact that she's very drunk and risking stepping on his toes while not looking at him:] 'Cause you're the best thing that ever happened, to me or my world...

[pale_blue_arrow]

[He wonders if this is what feeling starstruck is like. She's surprisingly good, but more than that, she's showing this whole new side of herself to him, a gentler one that he can feel himself falling for. This is terrible, she doesn't remember that feeling at all, but he can't help it. In the matter of seconds, he's completely smitten, and bravely leans over to peck her on the forehead, smiling like an idiot.]

Sounds perfect. Doubt the version they'll have will be as good as yours, though, sirenita reina.

[God, he's in over his head and he's absolutely fine with it.]

[couldbebeautiful]

See-renita rey—what does that even mean? [But she says it with a laugh, after he pecks her on the forehead. It's—strange, but enjoyable, and she hums the rest of the song.

Somewhere, someone's put on a slow song, perfect for dancing to. Well, if they were sober, because Veronica's just kind of swaying now when a thought occurs to her:]

Hey, you should dip me.

[pale_blue_arrow]

[He chuckles at her cute mispronunciation of Spanish, but answers anyway.] My mom 's from Colombia. They use sirenita kinda like sweetheart? [Brendan shrugs, too drunk to have his usual hesitations around admitting he's mixed-race and more fluent in Spanish than anyone is aware of.] It means mermaid. Or siren. Depends. Whichever you like more.

[He should definitely not be attempting this drunk, but he has super strength, he can probably use that to compensate for the alcohol he ingested. Biting his lip and focusing, he manages to dip her without them tumbling to the floor. She's having fun, so who is he to inject logic and reason into this situation? Much easier to just dip her and get lost in her smile.]