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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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This sounds like a horrible awful game which is probably exactly why he's playing it.

"Do you think assless chaps are cute? Like, with a little bit of business underneath." Hazel asks this with the most serious expression she can muster.

Edited (sorry this in incredibly dumb) 2017-12-31 22:11 (UTC)

There seems to be only one possible solution to this, and it's nodding gravely. "Course. It's a classic. Don't you think?"
(You're in a game of don't crack a smile while talking about assless chaps now, Hazel, and you did this yourself.)

"I do. What's the best kind of business to have underneath, though?" Hazel takes a slow drink, figuring it will keep her from smiling or laughing.

"Risky?" He tilts his head, deliberately misinterpreting this question.

Hazel almost chokes on her drink. "So, a thong?"

The corner of his mouth moves, but just a little, and it's his turn to take a drink. "Or just some nice jeans, I guess."

"But those are all business and no risk. Lame." Being serious is hard.

It is. He's almost grinning, but hides his mouth under the rim of his glass. "Or otherwise, I guess."

"Out of everyone playing this game right now, who's the cutest?"

"That's...impossible. You're all good looking, and I can't make choices." Because of this, he takes a shot instead.

"What's your type?" And how long can Spencer get away with sounding like a nosy friend and not someone who's fishing?

This is difficult, but Ira's taken a few shots and doesn't necessarily want one more just yet. He looks at his glass, trying to think of a non-answer that was still the truth. "Breathing?" He tries.

"Come onnnnnn," Spencer complains. "What kind of people are you into?" It's like picking a scab; he can't stop himself.

"Well, it isn't just one kind." He protests, because articulating something you just feel is tricky. "Smart, I guess. Smart enough to talk to. Funny. Confident but not like, full of themselves enough to think I'm an asshole for ever challenging them. Shit like that."

Shit like that is probably the most descriptive about this subject he'll ever be.

"Worst kisser of anyone you've ever kissed?"

"My second-ish kiss. I was bad too." He doesn't offer up much explanation other than that.

"Best?" she asks.

"Who's the cutest person in your grade?"

"Objectively? Probably Essie." He's taking cute literally.

"Do you want to date her?" If so, London has bad news.

"Do you want kids? Aaaaand, if so, boys or girls or, whatever?"

Ira just blinks and takes a shot. "I'm sixteen."

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