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CARNEY PARTY 3; WILD WEST

Saddle up, partner. This New Year’s Eve, we’re heading out west!

The Carney house is decked out in a rustic Wild West theme. The place is covered in hay bales, mason jars, and cacti (even inside). Cameron greets each guest that arrives with a silver pistol that shoots paintballs. For dinner, a house elf catering company appears, cooking barbeque over a pit in the yard. There’s also plenty of alcohol - beer, liquor, wine, you name it.

HOW THIS WORKS

Everyone in the school is invited! As with parties Cameron has held in the past, the rules are simple: have fun, don’t make too much of a mess, and if you break something reparo it. The party starts at 6 PM, and anyone is welcome to stay the night and take the bus back to school from here in the morning.

Characters without costumes can pull an item from the costume chest, but once they pull, they’re obligated to wear it or risk mockery for being a spoilsport. There is also a mechanical bull riding contest out in the yard. The character with the longest ride will win a prize! You may do each of these up to three times, and I’ll keep rnging for them until 11:59 PM on 1/1.

There will be party games including truth, shot, or strip and spin the bottle/seven minutes in heaven.

» FOYER; COSTUME CHEST: Those without costumes are encouraged to pull at least one item from the chest set up in the foyer. Whatever you pull out, you have to wear! The chest is charmed so that you can’t see what you’ve got until you pull it out.

» LIVING ROOM: Have a seat on a hay bale! Or a regular couch.

» BACKYARD: The yard is surrounded by facades that mimic an old western town. There’s a heated pool and a hot tub, but the lows tonight are 21. Beside the pool, there’s a mechanical bull surrounded by padding. If you can go for the longest ride, you’ll win a prize!

» DEN; PARTY GAMES: The den has been set up for party games, including truth, shot, or strip and spin the bottle/seven minutes in heaven.

» BEDROOMS: Anyone is welcome to stay, but it’s up to you to figure out where, because Cameron isn’t organizing it. There are five unlocked bedrooms, plenty of couches and chairs, five full baths, and lots of floor space. Work it out.

» MIDNIGHT: Near midnight, Cameron encourages everyone to stop what they’re doing and come outside, where champagne and sparklers are handed out. The fireworks start about ten minutes til, crescendoing during the countdown, with a big finale at midnight. Grab someone to smooch!

» MORNING AFTER: Who’s hungover and where did you puke? Did you stick around to catch the bus back to school from Olympus?

» OOC - Questions, comments, concerns!

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Iliya leans against the wall, a sparkler in hand. He's watching it burn down instead of paying attention to the people. 2015 will be here in a few minutes. Had he thought he'd be here, a year ago? Maybe. Already by December, he'd loved Gooseberry, or more accurately, he'd loved the people at Gooseberry.

It's their final year. Six months to go. Iliya lifts his sparkler, watching the sparks shoot through the air. Will they still be friends after graduation? He doesn't know, and the question fills him with a strange melancholy as everyone else is getting excited for the countdown.

Micah rolls his eyes at the question, but his big dumb grin reveals it for the act it is. "Wooooow, shut up." He hauled his backpack to this party, with his camera and his journal inside, for when it's time to write to Calvin at midnight. "He has his own crazy party. He's not missing anything." That's not the question Hazel asked, but hey. "So, I'm more than a week behind on gossip. Break any hearts this winter break?"

"You are so right! My day is always a party, and hers is always a bleh!" London agrees cheerfully. She likes the way you think! "Do I get a birthday kiss?"

London didn't miss the 'right now' part, but she beams none the less. "Thank you!" she says, effectively distracted from her line of questioning.

One would think that London might have had her fill of kissing tonight, but apparently not. She has a golden sparkler in hand, but she isn't paying very much attention to it. Instead, she's using her height as an advantage to search the crowd, looking for someone to kiss at the stroke of midnight.

"Yes," Madison says, taking another sip of her drink. "Either or."

Drink!

Another drink.

Madison looks a little sheepish.

Madison freezes noticeably, but enters Ruby's orbit comfortably enough.

"Hi," she says quietly, a little self-consciously, before their lips meet.

"He said no assholes," Cash adds, mildly. So at least half your list is out, Fern.

Marie is halfway across the room and definitely wasn't listening, but she did just hear her name!

"Heyyy, birthday girl!" She calls, and blows a kiss in London's direction.

Oh no, that was cute. Marie giggles. Maybe a secret whirlwind romance with a handsome older boy is the way to go. By the time they've pulled apart from their kiss, Marie has decided to date a cheerleader. Possibly this cheerleader. Sorry, Spencer.

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"I'm a prostitute!" Marie explains with enthusiasm, which is maybe an unfair distillation of a saloon girl's role, but she's not here to be historically accurate. "Do you want to kiss?"

It's really too bad Marie isn't wearing her jacket with her name spelled out in sequins on the back. Oh, the sacrifices one makes at costume parties.

Anyway, Marie once sent this girl a dozen chocolate roses just to affirm what a good kisser she was, so this course of action is a-ok with her. If Ruby doesn't have the sense to move on quick, Marie is high-key gonna try to mega make out.

"He isn't that tall," Pear insists, "And I want my own bedroom for my birthday, so we should synchronize our watches for midnight."

Edited (665th comment.. sadly this plot is doomed to fail) 2018-01-01 14:31 (UTC)

"Lustful." This is obviously a lie, which kind of defeats the purpose of truth-or-shot, but who's going to call him on it?

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"Spencer loves me," Ruby interrupts, with a playful poke to Spencer's shoulder. "So a little bit of asshole is fine."

Okay, they can work up to that. Ruby doesn't hesitate. "Name your least favourite cheer squad member."

He'd spent a ton of time on the ice after all. Ira laughs, too, quietly. Yeah, okay. He missed this. "Shit, I don't know. You have to get my drinks for the night." That is, in retrospect, probably more dangerous than he'd originally planned on, but whatever.

What's this? A small cluster of Ebonhide senior boys, looking focused and kind of serious? Well, good golly gosh, guess it's time for their worst roommate to barge right in. Head's up, boys. Somebody sensed you were having fun without him.

The word "important" catches Ulysses' attention as he walks over, pricking up his ears, but not, somehow, prompting any additional consideration. In fact, his attitude is all casual as he strolls over to the edge of the pool and sits himself right down in the middle of the conversation. Then, he flicks Iliya's hat.

"What're y'all talking about?" There's no need to recap for him; he can learn to listen like a normal adult.

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Casper hasn't forgotten the promise and he shoots Cameron a glare. There's not much heat in it, though, and any heat that had been there disappears when his friends reassure him by reminding him that he's an asshole. And that anyone that liked him would know that he's an asshole. It's true, but still. He sighs and looks off...only to see Ulysses trotting toward them. It's a surprise but not an unwelcome one. Even if he knows immediately that Ulysses is going to enjoy this conversation more than he ought to.

He considers trying to change the subject (would Ulysses like a hat?) but doesn't. Instead, he murmurs wryly, "The shitty things that I say to people." Iliya or Cameron are welcome to correct him, though.

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"Cool." He responds, nodding to show approval of this entirely perfect career choice. Who was he to judge that? He moves closer and swallows a VERY bad joke about having to pay for this kiss. Actually, he mostly doesn't want to present that option to her. "That's why we're here, right?" He scoots closer to kiss her.

Ira's not sure why Spencer seems... worried? Is that it? Probably because he's afraid Ira will be an ass about this and stop talking to him again for a week. But he won't do that. He hopes his smile is bracing enough to show that. "Just..come here." For whatever reason, it's important to show that he can kiss Spencer without any lingering awkwardness, so he approaches with confidence again now.

It's a few minutes to midnight, and Addy feels like she's late to a very important meeting. She's drunk by now, and everything's askew. Her hat's...well, her hat was honestly thrown by the bull, and is therefore lost to time and this mansion. She's lucky she noticed everyone moving outside. The fireworks have just started, illuminating faces that for once, she's paging through to find one, specifically.

Holding a pilfered champagne bottle by the neck, she pauses to hop up and down, searching. And then she spots her. Addy lets out a quiet exhale, and without much shame, rushes by people, knocking shoulders around to get to the girl she'd been seeking out this whole time. There should probably be more prelude to her sliding both arms around Nia's neck, still swinging the bottle but taking pains to not actually hit her with it. "Heeey." She sing-songs. "So question. Are you maybe free at midnight?"

"You bullyin' folks again?" Ulysses replies cheerfully as he settles into a slightly more comfortable position. A champagne flute dangles perilously loose in his fingers, and he takes a healthy swig of his drink — a glass of Crémant d'Alsace rosé that he desperately hopes no one else has seen him drink.

"Kickin' puppies? Metaphorically speaking." He points at Casper in mock-condemnation. "Not that I'd put it past you."

Ulysses does not believe that Casper would, under any circumstances, kick a little dog.

Edited (pink sparkling wine for my worst boy) 2018-01-01 19:08 (UTC)

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