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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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Ira's drink sloshes forward in its cup, but he saves it from spilling over the floor. He doesn't have time to snap at whoever the hell's on his back right now. Mostly because he whips his head around to do so and ends up grinning wide. Should've known.

Ira reaches behind him to pull Spencer around by the shoulder in a hybrid shoulder-clap/half-hug. He could obviously never say as much out loud, but he'd missed him too. Maine got a little quieter every time he went back, and a lot of that was not having a literally constant sounding board. "Would you have ever let me forget if I didn't?"

"I'd complain about it for months," Spencer admits blithely. He lets his arm remain draped around Ira for now and gives him a crooked grin. "It's good to see you, man. I know I was gonna see you in a couple days anyway, but you're always busy with school and Quidditch. Not like I'm not busy as hell too but, y'know, it's cool hanging out outside of class."

Spencer begins pulling Ira towards... somewhere. He's not sure where, but it's hard to tell. He seems to know where he's going. Maybe he'll get another drink, maybe he'll talk Ira into getting on the mechanical bull.

Ira follows along without resisting, only a little wondering where they're off to. He laughs, though. "You sound like I'm transferring out of Coppertale and don't actually live in the same room as you." He points out, helpful. "You'll be sick of me again in a week." He almost sounds glad to be protesting again. "How was break? What'd I miss?"

"Nothing," Spencer laments. "Micah threw a party but it was real small. I lost at strip poker and ended up naked. Not a great moment for me. And Ruby's been running me to death. We spend most of our time on the ice." He's definitely pulling them in the direction of the mechanical bull outside. He and Ira stand no chance, but it'll be fun.

"How about you? Have a good Christmas? Get anything cool?"

"Aw. I bet I could kick your ass at poker." He gloats, having no real basis for this claim. Ira pretends like they are in fact just going outside. He's gonna die on this bull, but he'd probably go on. Even bad ideas sounded okay tonight. It had been a long, cold two weeks in Portland. "We don't do Christmas like that. But I got a couple books that I've finished, because it was that or die in the snow. It was mostly snow."

"Yeah, neither does my family." Spencer shrugs, and steals Ira's drink from him to nab a sip while he's still bereft of alcohol. His lips land right where Ira's were moments ago, then he hands it back. "Think you can beat me on a mechanical bull, hotshot?"

Edited (let me know if this not ok he's presumptuous!!!!) 2018-01-01 02:42 (UTC)

Ira's only reaction to the drink theft is looking into the glass to make sure it's not gone. It isn't, so he takes another sip himself. The answer to this question is no and he knows it, but he smirks anyway. "I know I'm going to."

Edited (NEVER TOO PRESUMPTUOUS) 2018-01-01 03:51 (UTC)

Spencer laughs and releases Ira, spinning as they walk. "Yeah, whatever!" He likes the challenge, though. He likes being pushed, and having to pull in return. "What do you want if you win?"

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.

"Deal," Spencer agrees without even thinking about it. "You stay on that bull longer than me and I'll wait on you hand and foot all night, cowboy." As soon as it comes out of his mouth, Spencer wonders if calling Ira cowboy was one step too far. Which, yeah, of course it was. When does Spencer ever not accidentally go too far?

All the cowboy gains is a pointed eyeroll. "Yeah, you will." He nods, probably far too confident. "What do you want if you happen to win?"

Edited (oh good 1 line tags now SORRY) 2018-01-02 02:16 (UTC)

"What if..." Spencer stalls as he tries to think. Why does he always have such a hard time choosing? Even now, he can't choose. If he were as cool and brave as he pretends, he'd ask for a kiss. That's charm anyone. Instead, though, he decides to not decide. "I'll ask you for a favor one day."

He pauses, but nods. An ambiguous favor isn't exactly something he'd give out for everyone, and he honestly should know better than to leave it in the hands of Spencer. But at the same time, he trusts him. Why not. He's probably going to win anyway. "Within reason." is his only caution.

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