why's every song about love or drinking too much?

[bragnificent]

WHO: REGGIE MANTLE and YOU.
WHERE: Reggie's apartment in Heropa.
WHEN: Friday/Saturday, September 14th-15th.
WHAT: Reggie finally throws another one of his infamous teen parties, long overdue-- because what better way to celebrate the end of summer than a rager? Anyone is free to tag in/top level/tag around regardless of existing CR; maybe they were invited, maybe they were passing by, or maybe word has just gotten out another way! It's all good.
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!


❚❚ ARRIVAL / MINGLING | inside | friday

The apartment, granted, isn't huge -- just one of the standard government two bedrooms -- but that's obviously not of major concern for this party's charming host. There's still always 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 beer, soda and juices. Reggie will tell guests as they arrive (if he's there 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 "8 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. There's a spare bedroom, a couch, the floor, tables?!, or even Reggie's own bed that can be crashed on in a pinch; true that last option might be awkward, but only maybe. He might not even notice! And almost certainly won't mind.

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. As long as you don't upset Reggie's dog Moose too much, because nothing derails a party like a dog who won't stop barking.

❚❚ GAMES & ACTIVITIES | either | friday

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 bedroom, but also not unheard of if anyone's in need of some privacy (with or without company), or just a moment 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, enjoy the free food, do shots, watch TV, 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, such as the classic ice-breaker games Spin the Bottle, Truth Or Dare, Never Have I Ever and of course don't forget Twister. Play as a group or one-on-one, whatever's your pleasure!

Outside, naturally, there's an entire yard and a pool to take advantage of. Things might be a little quieter and less crowded there 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 came prepared! 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! The pool area's nicely lit up, though it'll close for the night eventually; still feel free to sneak back in after hours if you don't mind the darkness. Just, y'know, don't drown.

❚❚ MORNING AFTER | inside | saturday

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 host'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.

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REGGIE MANTLE | ota

[bragnificent]

❚❚ POOLSIDE

[ While it's still light and fairly warm outside, Reggie is likely to be found outside by or inside the pool. Dressed in simple blueish-black swim trunks, Reggie is all over the place when it comes time for the party; he's tall and obnoxiously present, so it's easy to find him if anyone wants to talk or just get their drinks filled with more booze.

He'll probably be drinking (unsafe), challenging people to race or wrestle him, grabbing people to yank them into the water, or simply just chilling. It's nice to chill, especially in the cool illuminated water on a warm night like this, and especially with enough people around he can bother rather than getting lost in his own annoying thoughts. ]

❚❚ INDOORS / PARTY GAMES

[ It won't be long before Reggie makes it back inside, probably still a bit wet even after toweling off and putting on a shirt. He'll make rounds, snacking on pizza and sipping on beer, dancing if people wanna dance, and of course, playing him some party games. Catch him sitting down for some Truth or Dare, Never Have I Ever or Spin the Bottle, or yes, even Twister. He's probably pretty good at that one, depending on how you define being "good" at Twister.

If not playing games or dancing with whomever's closest Reggie can likely be found on the couch with sports probably on the TV, chatting with company or maybe in between conversations, so it's a good time to hit him up or even pull him aside somewhere private if you want a moment with him. (Though of course, even if not now, he'll still be here all night. For obvious reasons.) ]

❚❚ SATURDAY MORNING

[ Reggie probably won't be crashing until 3 or 4 AM, at which point he'll collapse on his bed-- with or without company, and oblivious to anyone else who might (or might not) be passed out there already until whoever wakes up first. If that is the case, beware; he is a restless sleeper and might steal blankets, kick, or elbow any unexpected bedmates in his sleep, or possibly end up spooning. Things have been kind of lonely lately, after all.

Whether or not the party's died down by the time Reggie gets up to make coffee and munch leftover pizza, he'll certainly not be kicking out anyone who's stuck around. What better time to hang out, right? To talk, or... do otherwise. ]

poolside

[calloused]

[ It's kind of shitty how Derek Hale never manages to shed teenager-aged dead weight from his shoulders. Okay, that might be a little harsh, but honestly? Back home, there was Scott, Allison, Lydia, Jackson - Stiles, of course, but he's come and gone here, too - and there are more, even, more teens he hasn't met yet but will one day be responsible for. Just once, it would be cool to have a couple of friends his own age, despite the fact that every time he's had a friend over the age of 20 they've tried to kill him. Just once, it would be cool if he didn't have to deal with Reggie Mantle-types.

He's going into this party with the wrong attitude.

Truth be told, even if he were on good terms with Reggie right now, he wouldn't want to be here - everyone's young and happy and it makes him sick. He purposefully avoids the crowds to avoid getting pulled into a conversation with somebody he neither knows nor cares about, and after a few minutes of careful sidesteps and narrowly avoided collisions with someone who shouldn't be running next to the fucking pool because that's dangerous, he ends up in front of Reggie. Finally.

He's overdressed, all in leather, as usual, from the biker jacket to the black gloves. He's holding a box wrapped in blue foil paper and tied with a yellow bow, because he's an idiot who forgot that teenagers throw parties even when it isn't their birthday. Derek's here for two reasons - to keep an eye on Tate, should he decide to show up, and to try and make amends. Hopefully he's not too late for either of those.

There's no greeting. He just shoves the box into Reggie's hands, regardless of how wet and cold he might be. ]

Reggie.

[ that's it ]

[bragnificent]

[ Reggie's already not in a great mood after his confrontation with Tate, which certainly sets the tone for how he's likely to handle any more complicated surprises this evening might throw at him; he's sitting in one of the poolside chairs by now, wringing out his soaking wet shirt when Derek approaches. Reggie sees Derek a few seconds before he's actually standing there in front of him, and though his muscles tense and his molars grind in preparation for what he expects will be a lecture at best or another fight at worst, the sight of the gift throws him for a loop.

Stupidly, he likes that it's wrapped with blue and gold, because even though it's no secret from his letterman jacket that Reggie's school colors are blue and gold, he always forgets that those colors still mean something to him even though he's not in Riverdale. Derek noticed, maybe. Reggie doesn't know what to make of this gift; as much as he usually loves gifts in general, unexpected gifts always confuse him.

He blinks, pulling at the bow slowly. The animosity has mostly melted from his tone when he responds: ]

What's this for?

PARTY GAMES.

[areou]

( truth or dare is pretty much a staple of camp life (and frat life) that at this point she would never turn down a game. does she hate the truth part of the game? sure, but that's why she always picks dare. and being inebriated, thanks to reggie's little trick of a power, makes the whole experience new and that much more entertaining. finally, she's not a sober sally. no designated driver duties (not that she knows how to drive). she can finally kick one with the boys and get smashed like the boys. it's going to be a great time.

she's still nursing a beer from earlier. it's refreshing to not have to drink it all in one go to make it worth her while. she smirks at reggie, a mischievous glint in her eyes. )

Alright, Mantle, you're up. Truth or Dare?

[bragnificent]

[ Certain party games just never get old, and Truth or Dare is one of them; sure, some people might consider it childish, but combine alcohol, hormones, and any group activity that involves making out and/or challenging each other to do jackass stunts the likes that only young brains can come up with, and you're guaranteed a good time. Guar-an-teed.

Reggie is not especially fond of the "truth" part of the game himself, obviously, although he has less of an aversion to it with someone like Clarisse, who doesn't know him well enough yet to ask anything too difficult. Well... probably, but it doesn't matter too much. Three beers in and counting by now, there's only one choice he can make. ]

D'you even have to ask? Go for it. Dare me.

SATURDAY MORNING

[andtherevolution]

[Reggie may or may not have noticed that one of his pillows was missing when he went to sleep. He'll find it the next morning in his bathtub... underneath Utena. Why does she have his pillow? Why is she asleep in the bathtub? These are deep, profound mysteries, and answers will have to wait until she wakes up]

iii

[bragnificent]

[ The good thing about having Tate of all people crashing his party is that, for a significant portion of the evening, Reggie doesn't even notice he's there. The bad thing is that when he finally does notice, it's obviously not on pleasant terms that he does so.

It's been a few hours since Reggie was in the pool, and since then he's put a shirt back on, but he's outside again now to look around for something that's gone missing from his room, in case he actually brought them down and then forgot them here. A baggie of... ]

What the hell?

[ Reggie instantly gets tense, brows furrowing, hands clenching loosely into fists at his sides. Tate is not what he was looking for, and yet. ]

Yo, can I help you?

I

[andtherevolution]

Who, me?

[Utena gives him a sidelong glance and sips from her cup. Something about this guy seems... off. Maybe it's the clothes. Maybe it's the look in his eyes. She shrugs it off, though. While she's dressed a a little more reasonably, his clothes can be explained away - maybe this guy got stuck with some ice or frost powers or something. And as for his face... hey, he's far from the only guy here who's got some red, puffy eyes right now. Utena relaxes and leans against the wall]

He threw a party like this last year - and man, it got pretty crazy. Is this your first time?

Ronan Lynch | OTA

[nightmarist]

inside

[Ronan may be a raven boy, and he may have hosted a few ragers himself, but the truth is that he's not one for parties. Or... any sort of gathering that involves a large group of people. Unfortunately, he's much too tall and conspicuous to disappear into any corner. Anyone wandering the party will eventually encounter him, either looming or taking up too much space on the sofa. It's not that he's having a bad time. If he was, he would leave. It's just that this environment isn't conducive to the type of socializing he's generally interested in, and he always prefers to drink alone. The crowd makes a silent observer of him, his beer in one hand and his eyes on everyone else. Anyone trying to drag him into a party game will probably be disappointed. Then again, stranger things have happened.]

outside

[He'd been wearing little clothing to begin with, but once he walks out to the pool, Ronan sheds everything but his swim trunks. That puts his tattoo on full display, along with the rest of him - and he is one fine sculpted specimen. He spends his days either fighting or doing manual labor, and the benefits of all this hard work are obvious in the cut of his muscles. He knows it, too. He's not in the pool to swim. He's there to look good for the various boys in attendance who've earned his favor.]

morning after

[As always, Ronan refuses to sleep in the presence of so many people. He has much better control over himself than he did a year ago, sure, but there's still the risk of a nightmare killing everyone here, and he'd rather not chance it. The party's nicer, anyway, when most of its attendees are asleep and a drowsy, drunken quiet settles over the house. Ronan ends up outside by the pool around sunrise, sitting on the edge of it with his feet in the water while he drinks something a little stronger than beer from the flask he brought with him.]

INSIDE.

[bragnificent]

[ Reggie, as usual, feels right at home (no pun intended) surrounded by people, so it's only a matter of time before he finds his way to Ronan and sits down on the couch next to him with his own beer in hand. He's still a bit damp from the pool, bangs hanging more loosely in his face and t-shirt clinging tightly to his skin, so he doesn't sit too close, but since it's Reggie, "not too close" still involves an arm slung around the back of the couch behind Ronan and probably their thighs touching. ]

I see someone's the life of the party as always.

[ He winks, clinking their bottles together. ]

outside.

[areou]

( it's mostly the tattoo that draws her eye, because it's pretty fucking glaring and hard to miss, and it's also familiar — or, at least, the person attached to it is, in the way that someone you've seen far too many times in passing is. which is to say, she knows who he is from the amount of time he's spent at fauxhalla, and thereby with magnus, but she's never bothered to have a conversation with him until now. mostly, because she never cared to. that would make it seem like she has any interest in magnus' personal life or who occupies it, which is not the kind of image she wants to project. still, they're both here, and it's not fauxhalla. neutral territory. might as well see who this guy is.

she's got a beer in hand when she walks up to him, and she takes a long swig as she sizes him up. she's not impressed, but she rarely is. )

So, you're the one dating Magnus, huh? Ronan.

outside

[fehus]

[when Ronan emerges from the house, Magnus is already outside and soaking up the sun (having just turned Clarisse down for a game of chicken in the pool -- he knows she just wants someone who she can get demigod-rough with, and is not on board for being that person). he's laying right beside the pool on a towel spread across the grass (in the same flamboyant purple trunks as last year, as promised), and when Ronan sheds his clothes, Magnus feels like he's trapped in some 80's movie cliche. it is a great victory that he manages not to push his sunglasses down his nose and make a wooooeeee kind of noise, but he does lean up on his elbows just slightly. he doesn't call out to Ronan, enjoying watching him for the moment -- the obvious peacocking of his body, the cultivated air of cool disaffection. Magnus' lips curl in an absent, fond smile while he watches; he's looking forward to dunking Ronan's stupid shaved head and incredible muscles under the water, and making his boyfriend look like a stupid drowned rat]

[in a minute. in a minute, he will. this exact minute, he's going to enjoy the show that's being put on, and stay quiet on the side of the pool]

Fortunato Medeiros | OTA

[prayercycles]

1. EARLY IN THE NIGHT (inside)

[ Yeah, this kid's clearly out of place.

It's not that Fortunato doesn't know anything about teen parties, it's that he usually doesn't go, either because he wasn't invited or because it seems like a bad idea. But Reggie invited him personally, and he's inclined to make a good impression to people these days, considering what he worries will happen if he doesn't. But it's somewhat obvious he has little experience with this whole "drink and play spin the bottle" thing, and he's not jumping to try.

He's not even drinking beer. He's got soda. What a weirdo, right?

Despite his excessively plain outfit, he does have one interesting thing of note: he's got a cane, with a surprisingly cool jaguar design at the top. Considering how nondescript his usual style appears to be, it was clearly a gift. Hard to tell what he needs it for right now, though.

He's going to spend his time sitting in a chair or standing next to a wall, looking almost excessively poised for the occasion. If anyone wants to get him to play a game, they're going to have to make the move themselves, it seems. ]

2. EARLY MORNING (outside)

[ ...So it's a bit strange that he'd still be here, sitting in a chair outside, at three in the morning.

He would've left around 11 or so if his eyes were doing better, but that's the side effect of his power giving him eyes back; sometimes they just don't work. Despite his best efforts, and the cane, he still hasn't figured out everything about getting around Heropa blind, and he decided he'd just sit for a moment and hope things would improve. Well, they haven't, and Fortunato still attends school. That means at this point, he's this close to being half-asleep in this chair, the cane sitting across his lap.

It might be hard to notice how tired he is; he's so used to staying poised that he hasn't slumped too much. But if you pay attention, you might notice that he doesn't really seem to be paying attention to the continuing party, or...much of anything. He may need to be shaken a bit. ]

outside

[crassidy]

[There's one guy distinctly older than many of the other party goers but still enjoying himself, having spent plenty of time splashing around the pool even after hours, he's now out and dressed in some old gym shorts and an unbuttoned, brightly coloured shirt.

While it's not his party and therefore not his responsibility to entertain, Cass can't help but spot the lone, still figure in the chair. Either the kids not having fun, passed out, or dead, and all three are reason enough to check on him, approaching with a head tilt, a half drunk bottle of whiskey in hand.]

How are yeh, lad? Partied a little too hard, there? [The cane's getting a pointed look as Cassidy crouches down beside the chair to be at a similar level.]

1

[andtherevolution]

[Utena's just about to refill her drink when she notices Mr Wallflower standing around. Huh, he must be pretty shy. Or maybe he just doesn't know anyone here? Well, she can fix that. After she grabs a superpowered drink, she walks casually towards him as if it's the most natural thing in the world. She's a little bit younger than him, and while her hair alone would make her less plain than him, her choice in fashion doesn't hurt, either.]

Hey there. Nice...

[...hey, that sure is a cane. She stares at it for a moment, tilting her head as she notices all the little spots and patterns in its design]

...uh, cat?

haru okumura | OPEN

[girlybruiser]

ARRIVAL | inside

[ Haru arrives just a little prior to the party starting as it's only polite to do so. She's come on her own, expecting to meet Akira and the others at some point. Apparently this Reggie fellow is a friend of Akira's, someone who hosts entertaining parties, so Haru, while a bit nervous to mingle with strangers, is also excited to do so and meet new friends. Despite being in this world for months now, it feels as if she doesn't get out and socialize as much as she should be doing.

Well, tonight will hopefully be different.

Truthfully though, she isn't expecting this party to get as crowded as it does, so she does have to try and gently squeeze past others to get around. Every now and then she might brush someone too closely, stopping in her tracks to apologize. ]

I'm very sorry. Did I step on your shoes?

PARTY GAMES | inside

[ Maybe she needs a drink to help alleviate some of her tension, but once the games begin to get louder and hectic, Haru shrinks back onto the sidelines, more content to watch for now. It's tempting to join in on the fun, especially games like Truth or Dare or Twister, but she needs to work up the courage first.

Maybe someone can help a girl out?

Alternatively, she can be found outside eventually, sitting next to Moose the dog and cooing to him over how "sweet" and "magnificent" a dog he is. She seems to have forgotten the party and other teenagers, preoccupied scratching Moose's ear and laughing softly when he wags his tail excitedly. ]

arrival

[prayercycles]

[ Well, somebody stepped on one of his shoes. Pretty harshly, too, but it's not as if Fortunato hasn't been through worse. Like Haru, he's arrived slightly early, and he brought chips- it seemed like something he should do.

He can certainly handle his shoes being stepped on, but he is somewhat flustered, caught off guard. ]

Oh- it- [ He has to shift the two bags of chips he's holding over to look at her properly. ] It is fine. Sorry.

[ He moves his foot upward for a moment, though, before setting it down- he hasn't gotten much use out of his apparent healing ability besides the obvious, but he's somewhat startled by how quick the pain fades. Hm. ]

INSIDE.

[bragnificent]

[ Oh, hello, girl-Reggie-doesn't-know-yet. Reggie's circulated through the party a couple of times now, red cup in hand, seeing a lot of faces he was expecting and then some unfamiliar ones. And that's cool. That's half the point of a good party, really.

Veronica's not here yet, though, and while she's one of the people Reggie's hoping shows up the most, he's not going to let his whole evening get caught up on whether or not she makes it. Things to do, people to meet. Or vice versa? Whatever. The Twister board's been laid out for a bit now, currently not in use, but new girl certainly seems tempted by it. Reggie sits himself down next to Haru, passing her the Twister spinner. ]

Don't tell me no one's offered to take a spin with you yet. [ He bumps his eyebrows once, smiling in that casual way of his. ] I'm Reggie, by the way.

Proinsias Cassidy | ota

[crassidy]

1. late night partying

[Whether he was invited or not isn't really a concern here, when Cassidy hears the thud of music and groups of loud voices in the same apartment block as him, he's drawn to it like moth to flame. He slips in without fuss, brings an entire bag full of liquors as a peace offering, and even a few lighter party drugs (nothing too strong, he's dealing with teenagers here) to share out when necessary. He's the cool uncle, just let him stay, get wasted and enjoy having some company.

Cassidy might be one of the oldest at the party, but he's definitely not acting it. He gets involved in plenty of the drinking games on offer, chats shit to almost anyone who'll listen to his drunken ramblings and conspiracy theories, and once the sun is setting below the horizon, he ventures poolside. Although he doesn't actually own swim gear, he seems perfectly content to hang out in his black boxer briefs for when he is actually in the water, the masses of tattoos sort of draw the eye away from the underwear thing anyway. And when he's not actively cannonballing or splashing around like a kid, he's usually with his ratty old gym shorts and a brightly coloured shirt left open for all to see his scrawny, tattooed chest, chatting to any who linger long enough to listen.]

2. morning after

[At some point in the early hours of the morning he catches a few hours sleep while curled up awkwardly in the shower. It's a fine enough sleeping spot, but come morning he's up again, rummaging through all the cupboards and helping himself to the coffee he finds. In his defence, he makes a full pot, ready for any other risers, and he's even considerate enough to have his morning smoke out on the balcony, half in the shade and half hidden under a blanket he stole from the couch. He's up and about for any that need the help, but if not, he's just squeezed onto the couch next to some sleeping body as he munches away on whatever leftovers he finds nearby.

If he does see another living soul amongst the passed out, he'll offer up a sympathetic grin for any potential hangovers and a hushed:]

Alright there? Fancy a coffee?

Akira Kurusu | OTA

[crimeboy]

I. Arrival

[Akira had been invited, and while he was going to throw a party for himself, there was no reason not to celebrate in a little wilder of a fashion for a little bit! He comes into the party with a thermos of iced coffee that he had brought once to one of Reggie's parties before, definitely stopping in to say hi to the man himself and get it 'touched up'.

He lifted a hand, waving and walking right up to anyone and everyone, ready to strike up a conversation. It was hard not to be in a good mood for him, right now.] Hey!

It's been awhile since I've been to one of these. They still get as crazy as they used to?

II. The Most Important Part of a Party

[By now he's had a few drinks, toasted to his past birthday, and had found out about the most important thing in this whole apartment- A DOG! A dog at a party!!! Akira was a big soft nerd boy in the end and of course he ended up hanging out with Moose, gently petting at them and trying to get them to play with him. Maybe play-wrestle? But it was hard because he had been drinking a little too much already and ends up holding the poor dog's face, tears welling up in his eyes as he calls the dog a Good Boy, then looking to anyone who came close and sniffling.]

HE'S SO GOOD! Look at this pup...!!!

III. Poolside

[Once he'd finished with his hardcore partying(was petting a dog really hardcore partying? Maybe), Akira can be found by the pool. He's done with his drink, his thermos having been set down somewhere, and now he's got his legs in the water, kicking them back and forth absentmindedly, before looking up to whoever is coming too near to him.]

Guess I should just go before you push me, huh?

[He gives a wry grin at that, looking impish. He might be inclined to take someone down with him...]

I

[andtherevolution]

[Oh hey, it's Akira! Utena knew he was back, but didn't get a chance to say hello properly. She smiles right back, raising her glass to greet him]

Long time no see! And I don't know... I haven't been to one of these in a while, but I can't see it topping the one from last year. That got pretty wild.

UTENA TENJOU | OTA

[andtherevolution]

[Utena is fashionably late, but she doesn't come empty handed; there's a couple of six packs of soda in her backpack, for when Reggie's cooler runs low. As soon as she drops those off, she starts mingling, looking for old familiar faces, but open to making new acquaintances]

I. INSIDE

[She'll be avoiding spin the bottle, but everything else? She's game. Truth or dare? Never have I ever? Bring it on. She'll also have zero problems breaking in the Twister board, or hitting the dance floor. If she sees someone looking lonely, they might get dragged into the fun]

II. POOLSIDE

Heads up!

[Sometime during the party she swaps her party clothes for a swimsuit, and she whips out the other thing she brought to the party: a brightly colored, inflatable beach ball. She tosses it up in the air and with a powerful spike, she launches it towards the far end of the pool, towards the other guests]

III. LATE NIGHT

[The dancing, the swimming, and the drinks have taken their toll on Utena. Late in the night she's collapsed on the couch, wearing a different shirt than the one she came to the party in, waving a cold slice of pizza emphatically as she rambles on]

-it's just... it's just this place, you know? Not this place - the party's nice, it's great - but everything else! Florida, America, the world... everything feels like it's just... spinning out of control.

[And she spins the pizza around, before she remembers why she grabbed it, and takes a bite]

You know what I mean?

IV. THE MORNING AFTER

[She. Is. Miserable.

Utena stumbles down the hallway, sore, nauseous, and hungover. Which, unfortunately, means she doesn't notice the obstacle at the end of the hall. Is it another party guest? Some random crap that got thrown on the floor to make room on the table or the couch? Whatever it is, Utena trips, and falls to the ground with an undignified yell]

V. WILDCARD

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III

[couldbebeautiful]

[Veronica is very drunk, and is hanging on to Utena's every word with the face of a woman who is absolutely enthralled. She nods along with every word, despite the fact that it's taking a bit to sink in through the haze of alcohol that's settled over her brain.]

Yeah. Yes. It's like—fuck, I don't know, it's like you signed up for one thing and you got a completely different thing and not only is it completely different, it's also threatening to blow shit up.

[Too real. Too damn real. She needs to reel it back before she drunkenly blurts something out she doesn't want to.]

In general, I mean.

OTA -- Ryūji Sakamoto

[imaphantomthief]

Food
[Oh, man. Real food that isn't just hot wings! Ryūji ignores the drinks altogether, as much as he'd normally love a soda, and promptly tries to fit three pieces of pizza in his mouth at once. It's cheesy, greasy, heaven. He actually groans in relief. It's probably not such a pretty picture, might want to just leave the weird pizza goblin alone, guys.]

Pool party!
[Akira had tipped Ryūji off to the pool, so he's prepared. And pretty unashamedly strips his clothes off on his way to the pool. He tosses a shirt here, a sock there, until he's wearing nothing but some red board shorts with white stripes down the side. They're not fancy, but he feels at home in them.

His abs are cut and athletic, but he's kind of on the scrawny side. Just in the the lanky, teenage way, not anything unhealthy. Maybe a little thinner than he'd been when he arrived, but who knew dinner didn't just make itself every night, right?]

Gang way!

[Ryūji shouts as he ignores the first rule of pools everywhere and takes a running leap. Oh, yeah, he's going to do a cannonball. He whoops in excitement just before he barrels into the water with a ludicrous splash for a guy his size. Any bystanders are probably less amused.]

Morning
[Morning finds Ryūji asleep on the lawn. He's still in his board shorts, but now he's covered in popcorn and other people's spilled drinks. A card stuck to his forehead identifies him as Matty McSky, of the cult classic Back in the Future. Obviously, he hadn't been able to guess his new identity before all of the excitement caught up with him. He's out like a light, snoring quietly, and probably in for a wicked sunburn if no one wakes him up soon. Oops.]