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Edited 2017-06-16 08:44 (UTC)

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Edited 2017-06-16 11:24 (UTC)

FRIDAY ( INSIDE & OUTSIDE )

Reggie is dressed, however unintentionally, in a costume that evokes a more casual, more weather-friendly vibe as the classic 90's Superboy look; he has round sunglasses on, a dark denim jacket with the sleeves rolled to his elbows over a black tank with a large yellow "R" on it, red spandex athletic shorts that stop just short of his knees, and black combat boots.

Being quite tall and with a propensity for loudness, Reggie isn't too hard to find during most parts of the night; already a couple drinks in by the time people start arriving, he spends much of the early evening inside drinking, dancing, and playing games, and he'll be more than happy to keep making things boozy upon request.

Or to dance with/up on someone, join in on a stupid drinking game, or whatever someone's pleasure might be; Reggie is, after all no amateur when it comes to partying. He loves to have fun, especially of the mindless, no-strings-attached variety... on or off the dance floor.

Around 9 or 10 he'll have drifted out to the poolside -- though he'll be in and out -- and might just be in a playful (read: drunk and possibly also high) enough mood by then to be chasing and lifting people on his shoulders or throwing/pushing them into the pool. To say nothing of the fact he'll eventually take his shirt off and jump into the water himself!

SATURDAY

When Friday night turns into Saturday morning Reggie is of course still awake, and probably doesn't actually pass out until sometime around 3 or 4 in the morning. When people seem to have mostly either cleared out or fallen asleep themselves, Reggie manages to make it to his bedroom but collapses on one side of the bed, out like a light without even undressing or getting under the blankets, so if anyone else has already claimed his bed (or his floor), he's unlikely to notice them until later in the morning unless they wake him up or literally kick him off the bed.

Awkward (?) awakenings or not, he'll be up again by around noon in a quest for food (likely leftover pizza, unless someone else has made something) and coffee.

Then, considering he still smells like booze and chlorine, after food his next step would be to shower. Therefore one might also encounter (or wake up to) him either in the process of stripping his shirt off, or immediately post-shower and still only halfway dressed. Look, he lives here, okay? He's got the right.

WILDCARD

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PARTY NIGHT
1. GENERAL

[Archie is nothing if not Very Excited to be living in a comic book now, meaning he committed fully to the party's Superhero theme even though he suspects that Reggie picked it just to make fun of him. Also he might be field testing his future actual superhero costume, because he is going to be just the worst at secret identities.

Meaning if he's the one that opens the door, he's got on a gold bodysuit with blue accents and red piping to match his varsity jacket, and a black domino mask. He has done absolutely nothing to hide the shock of orange hair on his head or the big dopey very... him grin.

Throughout the night he can be found everywhere in the apartment, including in the living room dancing like a very happy moron once he's good and drunk enough. Possibly shirtless (or at least, with the top half of the bodysuit loose around his waist, because of course.) He's happy to join in any drinking games, or just sit around and chat, and of course he's committed to enthusiastically judging the costume contest (and awarding pointlessly high scores to everyone.) He's a very pleasant, very affectionate drunk. You've been warned.]

2. SPIN THE BOTTLE

[Archie has absolutely no idea how a game of Spin the Bottle got started, and he may be taking a slightly excessive number of turns, but at least this time there's no one in the room whose night he's going to ruin by participating. Also he's drunk and just excited to be here aggressively not thinking about missing home/his family/his friends, and okay he Really Likes Kissing, so what the heck.

His domino mask has been moved to sit on top of his messy red hair like a pair of sunglasses, his coat abandoned hopefully in his closet because he hasn't seen it for at least an hour, and he almost spins the empty coke bottle right off the table but it manages to stay the course through sheer luck.

He glances up to see who it landed on.]

MORNING AFTER

[Archie is up by about ten, but "up" is more or less the extent of it. He shuffles like a zombie, makes unintelligible groaning sounds at anyone who makes too much noise, and looks exactly like the phrase death warmed over.

And yet, he still slowly but surely makes his way around the apartment attempting to clean. He'll wake up anyone who passed out drunk the night before, and probably offer to share some of the leftover cold pizza as a way to procrastinate doing any more real work.]

[one: i gotta motor || pre-arrival]

[This is not actually the first party Veronica's ever been to—hanging out with the Heathers means she's been to at least one rager, though hopefully this party won't end as badly as that one did. She comes through the porter in Heropa, wearing this incredibly eighties outfit, because Reggie asked her to be a little more modern and she's responding in her own catty way by turning up the volume, as it were. She's even wearing large hoop earrings just for the occasion.

She waits around a moment for the people she's invited to show up. She sticks out sorely in the crowd, in that colorful sweater and bangles and hoop earrings, so it's easy enough to spot her. Also, once she spots them, she's just going to wave them over.]

Hey! Hey, over here!

[two: whenever we're unsupervised, it's big fun! || arrival, inside]

[sober: Veronica's easy enough to spot, in the crowd of costumed people. She's the one who's very aggressively wearing clothes straight out of an eighties teen movie, and also, the one drifting around on the fringes chatting people up, at least at first.

Eventually she finds herself with an alcoholized slushie (thanks, Reggie) and swaying along to the beat, slowly drifting closer to the center of the dance floor. She's not drunk enough yet to start flirting with people, but once she downs that slushie she's just tipsy enough to accept, say, invitations to dance around.

drunk; one: As the night goes on and the drinks keep coming, though, Veronica very slowly starts to get a little more daring. Enough drinks, and she's going to start thinking that some ideas that would be terrible by the cold sober light of day are, in this fuzzy and beer-addled haze, Absolutely Amazing and Should Be Done Immediately, and will in fact egg on these terrible ideas because they look like fun.

Like, say, slushie body shots.]

Okay, okay! [Oh my god she's giggly.] Okay, hold still, wonder what this flavor's gonna be—

[A tap on the shoulder. She turns, grinning.]

Heyyy! Want a turn?

[drunk; two: It's either that, or she's somehow found someone whose face she really, really likes. She's just going to swagger (stagger) over to them with the world's dumbest, goofiest grin, and also a bottle of whiskey that she found somewhere, don't ask where.]

I like your face. [She announces this very, very loudly.] It's a nice face—hey, do you want some slushies? Some corn nuts, maybe? I could get you corn nuts. I'm great at that. [This is Veronica, trying to flirt. She's horrible at it. Someone save her.]

[three: let's get ~~naked~~ in my pool || outside]

[Veronica is officially smashed. And she definitely did not bring a swimsuit, but is that going to stop her? Nope! She's just going to jump into the pool with a laugh and splash everyone who comes near her with water, laughing like a maniac all the while.

Don't let her grab your ankle, she will try her hardest to pull you in.]

[four: dang, dang, diggety dang-a-dang || morning after]

[Somehow, Veronica has migrated from the pool to the couch, and that's where she is hours later when the sun comes up. She groans, rolls off the couch, and does not in fact, get up immediately. Somewhere along the way one of the hoop earrings slipped off her ear, and she now lacks both shoes and one leg warmer.

Another groan.]

G'way, 'm'dyin'. [Just reaching up here to grab a pillow so she can put it over her head to block out all light and sound. Argh, her head is pounding. She almost envies Heather Chandler right now.] Someone turn th'lights off.

[Veronica, that light is the sun.]

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[This isn't even a superhero outfit, though Veronica has—in concession to the theme—somehow acquired a domino mask. Essentially this is just a great big Fuck You to a certain Reggie Mantle, sorry, Reggie.]

Vee. Vee, it's me, I know you don't like my face. [He's buzzed, but she's hammered, so apparently it's time to be responsible. Brendan has never been good at that sort of thing, so all he can do is try to distract her. He grabs her wrists so she can't grab more alcohol - she has clearly had enough - and looks at her seriously. With deep conviction, he bullshits,] People're going to the pool. C'mon, we'll find a bathroom and you can change and I can sulk. It'll be cool.

[That was the worst bullshitting job he's ever done but the bathroom is near the front door so he can hopefully usher her out before shit hits the fan.]

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But your face is nice! I like it. [She's very drunk, and incredibly giddy in a way she normally isn't when sober. It's like the old Veronica, cheery and happy and untouched by murder, has somehow reemerged for the night, like a very drunk and giggly phoenix.] Y'wanna dance? Or swim? It'll be fun!

[Wait, swimming! Pool! She laughs, and tries to tug Brendan in the pool's direction.]

Come on, I'll show you how to swim, it'll be great. [She didn't actually bring any swimsuit with her, but you know what, that's fine, she'll just jump in anyway.]

You can't see half my face, my hair's a mess. [But he does smile, because he's drunk enough to be more expressive.] I don't know how t' dance. Or swim.

[And then she's tugging at him and he has two options. One, he can use his super strength to haul her out, which would be humiliating, or two, he can try and usher her out the door, which is unlikely but the right thing to do. The music will be less loud outside and the clear air might sober her up a bit.

So he lets himself be dragged towards the pool, chuckling.] Hey, Lady 80's, you gonna take your shoes off or dive in with 'em? We're not staying afloat if you have those on.

[Hopefully while she's busy taking her shoes off he can shove her out the door towards the long, awkward walk home.]

[no teenage party is complete without Bad Decisions being broadcast to the whole network, so if you want your character(s) to horribly embarrass themselves on the network, post to this thread and it'll be compiled into a huge post so as to not flood the comm OOCly.

ICly, sorry network.]

[On the other hand, Archie got a head start and is really very drunk by now. When he spots her at the very edge of the press of dancing bodies, he makes a beeline, peeling off his domino mask and pointing at his own bare face like it was doing literally anything to hide his identity.]

Hey Veronica, it's me! [ARCHIE.....] Are you gonna dance?

But I can see half of a very nice face. [She pats him on the cheek, her smile softening. It is a very nice face, in fact.] I'm great at dancing. [To prove it, she shimmies a little, and it is adorably uncoordinated.]

I'm not diving in right now. [She says nothing about her shoes, worryingly.] I'm going to teach you how to dance first, Mister 2000's.

Oh, really? I didn't recognize you with the mask on. [Lies. She raises her cup up to him in a toast, and looks around the place. It's definitely a wild teenage party, she's seen this before.] Depends. Are you asking me to dance?

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Mi cielita, mi reina, you are clearly drunk if you think you can make me dance for nothing. I demand twenty chocolate slushies. When you're sober. Over the course of no greater than a month. [He's definitely tipsy, he usually keeps his Spanish to his friends and his mom, but his filter isn't operating at 100% right now.

Despite his verbal protest, his hips move in time with hers and he steps in front of her to block her from the pool - that idea backfired, he has to stop it - with deceptive ease, still holding her wrists, shifting to hold her hands properly to try to get her attention focused. That's probably a losing battle.] But fine, make it worth my while and I'll give you... three songs. Five if there are no slow ones, okay?

Fuck!

[ Reggie is, of course, also entirely smashed himself, though thanks to his size and questionably attained alcohol tolerance he's still strangely mobile for such a drunk person; his shirt has been ditched since by now he's been in and out of the pool at least once, but that doesn't stop him from being surprised when Veronica grabs him by the ankle and yanks.

He falls into the water backwards like a person slipping on a banana peel, hitting it hard with a huge splash and submerging completely before he springs back up, surfacing with another huge splash-- this one purposeful, and aimed at Veronica. ]

What the hell, Veronica! [ He's laughing, though. ] Are you trying to kill me?

Mi shellita, [no, Veronica, you're butchering it, and she's very badly trying to imitate his voice, we're just lucky she's not actually mimicking him right now] if you dance with me, I'll make you all the chocolate slushies you want.

[She laughs, bright and easy, bubbly and light. How long has it been since she laughed like this? It feels like years, since she laughed this hard.]

Deal. Now—did you ever see that Patrick Swayze movie? What was it called, Dirty Dancing?

[Whoever put the music onto something slow is going to wish they were dead when Brendan finds them later. For now, though, the camera catches him and Veronica, hands clasped, a rare smile on his face as he moves to the beat and she gives drunken suggestions on how to move he ignores in favor of actual dancing, easily slipping behind her and around her without letting go of her hands in time to the beat, settling their arms around the front of her and murmuring something in her ear (actually an utterance of 'I cannot believe you talked me into this') before releasing one of her hands to tug at one and twirl her. She manages it inebriated well enough, it's the return twirl to his arms that's not easily done drunk, so he has to catch her with his free hand by the shoulder, ending up with her free hand on his.]

Te quiero besar, Veronica. [There's a light in his dark eyes that's been rare a long time since before he even got to this world, a teasing cadence to his words, and then he pulls back, though his hands move to grasp her wrists again as he looks at her face somewhat more seriously.

This clip ends there, before he can tell her she's done dancing enough for tonight. Which he does, perhaps sadly so, since they're a single dance into this.]

[ Not too late into the night, but after the party has filled out a little more and the drinks have started flowing -- so maybe about an hour or two in -- Reggie, already obviously buzzed on both alcohol and a bit of something else (spoiler: it's the cocaine Woden's bringing) cuts through the crowd to find Archie, grabbing Archie's arm to pull him momentarily aside while also moving around him as if Reggie's trying to block himself from view of someone.

Which he is, actually. ]

Bro! Hey, Archie, do me a favor, all right? Just dance in one place right here for a second-- just like that.

[ His eyes are visible over his sunglasses, pupils very dilated. Then he grins, slinging an arm companionably over Archie's shoulder. Reggie's enough of a physical person when he isn't on anything, so of course that's not about to lessen any while he is. He explains nothing about his request just yet, simply asking: ]

So, dude. Having fun?

[Veronica's smile slips, for just a second. No, of course not, she didn't want to, she doesn't want to. (Somewhere in the back of her inebriated brain, Heather Chandler says, where was that when you killed me?)

She shakes it off, and the smile is back on her face like it never slipped. Even drunk, there are secrets Veronica wants to keep to herself, and she huffs out a laugh, banishing thoughts of Heather to the abyss where they belong for the night.]

Not really, I just wanted to see how well you could swim! [She's a little louder than usual, and one of her earrings has gone missing. Goddamn, but she's drunk.]

[Her imitation of Spanish makes him laugh. Not chuckle, but actually laugh, briefly, even though he turns his head to hide it.] You need to take Spanish this fall. I'll enroll with you and teach you how to curse, they never cover that.

[He grins stupidly at her laughing. She's so much happier than he's ever seen her before, he just can't help it. This is good. The drunk part, maybe not, but they're around people and they're talking and yeah. This is better than how it normally goes.]

I've heard of it. But no, why?

[ Welp, Kyle comes to the party in all his silly splendor. He's only doing this for Archie!! Get all up in this, boys. There's little left to the imagination. ]

[ Drink! Because we'll just assume this (or something like it) happened, I guess. ]

a: evening;

[ tara has never exactly been to a teen party, before. not like this. she's gotten drunk before--hasn't every fourteen year old? that's normal, right? and she's only two months off of fifteen, anyway, so it's fine. definitely everyone starts drinking by fifteen. tara is on probation, which means that she should not be here. it also means she's going way harder than she really needs to, because fuck, there is a hell of a lot that she'd like to forget.

she's also wearing her old outfit--black crop top turtleneck, yellow shorts, boots, goggles, and gloves. if anyone asks her, she's ready to lie her ass off--while sipping way too fast at her alcoholic orange juice. ]

Yeah, you know, I'm dressed as a big superhero back home. She saved the world and shit. A ton of times. Super rad.

[ if you ask her for a name, tara flashes a smile and giggles. ]

Geo-Force! Duh!

[ did she steal her brother's superhero name? damn straight, she did. ]

b. dancing

[ oh my god, this girl has no moves. it's kind of cute, by virtue of how embarrassing it is. she's small and skinny and still looks like a kid, and seems an awful lot like she's going to trip over her feet. but she seems to be having a good time, and she keeps giggling and sipping from her red solo cup. so this is probably the best she's felt in a long, long time. and it looks like she's decided that she needs to dance with you. she grabs your wrist as the next song comes on. her face lights up, and she very seriously speaks. ]

H-Holy shit, dude, this is. This has gotta be, like, the best song I've ever heard. You gotta dance with me, okay?

c. the morning;

[ most people crashed indoors. tara markov is not most people, which is why she's outside, sprawled on the grass, and snoring. by ten, she'll be back in the house, though; it seems as though she doesn't want to go to wherever home is, so she's chilling in the living room, coming her fingers through her hair. she has circles under her eyes, and is currently cultivating a cactus in a bowl that she's filled with dirt.

congratulations, reggie and archie. you have a cactus now. ]

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

🎀🍻COSTUME CONTEST🍻🎀

NAME: REGGIE MANTLE ( EXAMPLE )

VOTE: SEXIEST ( EXAMPLE )

👏🏽🍺NEVER HAVE I EVER🍺👏🏽

REGGIE MANTLE | ota

archie andrews | OTA

Veronica Sawyer | OTA | cw: underage drinking, underage flirting

NAME: VERONICA SAWYER

Drunk; two > three

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DO IT FOR THE VINE

two (sober!)

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3.

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Te adoro, te ves bien~

1. ( cw: drug use implication )

...cw murder mention

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NAME: RED HOT (KYLE CONLEN)

NEVER HAVE I EVER: DRAG-RACED

Tara Markov [cw: underage drinking]