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gregory‌:

Gregory eventually managed to sit himself up, mostly because she was prodding him to do so. But he slumped forward a bit, head swimming, and a bit too drunk to make it back on his feet by himself. “I dunno, my head kinda hurts,” he mumbled, rubbing both hands harshly against his scalp and through his mussed curls. It only caused the hair to stick out in awkward angles.

“Hmm. Do you wanna lie back down? There’s a few guest beds you can crash into -- given that they’re not taken by anyone else.” She asked with a raised brow, waiting for his answer. “You look like shit. Are you sure you’re still up to party?”

#( gregory ) ;#♔ ┊ the world's in trouble; there's no communication — ( interactions ) ;

thomas‌:

They were two peas in a pod then, weren’t they? Though Thomas made no comment of the matter. “Now where would the fun in that be?” he questioned her, heading up the stairs in a fast gait that winded him by the time he reached the second landing. “I’m not one for warnings,” he told her, quite serious about that. Thomas dropped the pan onto the ground and poised it at the top of the stairs, looking over at her. “Ladies first?” he offered with a magnanimous sweep of the arm, giving her the opportunity to shred down the steps first.

“Well, it could be fun for you not so much for me.” She shrugged, “Holy fuck.” She cursed when he finally showed her what he was planning to do. “No pushing though,” she said raising a finger as one foot stepped on the pan. “This is just like snowboarding. Minus the snow.” She told him though it was more like she was telling herself. “Three, two, oneeeeeee!” She screamed as she sled down the steps before landing on her butt at the bottom of the steps.

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thomas‌:

“Oh that’s just sick,” Thomas scrunched a face in her direction before it turned into a grin, “you should definitely do it. Imagine, you might be the cause of multiple health-related problems ten years down the line and all doctor’s will be able to say is ‘have you been snorting ashes?’“ Once in the kitchen, he released her while he began to rummage through the cabinets. “Good, least it’ll get put to some use now.” Eventually, he did find a rather large and sturdy pan, one most likely designed to bake cookies on, smacking the bottom of it loudly. “Perfect. Follow me.” And out of the kitchen he went, almost without a pause.

“Oh I will. My life expectancy isn’t that high.” CC laughed loudly, “HA! Oh my god, that’s perfect! ‘Snorting ashes’. Oh god! I’m just imagining it now and it’s so perfect.” Wiping a tear from the corner of her eye she looked at him again. “Okay, following you. I don’t supposed you’ll give me a heads up would you? Like yelling, ‘Duck!’ before you hit me in the head with that.”

#( thomas ) ;#♔ ┊ the world's in trouble; there's no communication — ( interactions ) ;

gregory‌:

He stared up at her from the floor, her vision upside down. “Aw, you aren’t going to play too? Why not?” his bottom lip protruded, attempting to pout and not realizing that it only made his mouth into a smile from her vantage point.

“Physical fitness and I do not get along. Anything too strenuous and I die.” She said tilting her head to the side and smiling at him. God he looked ridiculous. But that’s what parties are for -- to look ridiculous while having fun and creating memories. Gosh, if only she really thought about making memories then she could be having fun. Instead she wants nothing but destruction and mayhem in their household and how would that happen if he’s just lying there. “Get up. Do you wanna throw stuff at the wall?”

#( gregory ) ;#♔ ┊ the world's in trouble; there's no communication — ( interactions ) ;

gregory‌:

“Okay, just give me a moment -” the jock rolled onto his back and laid flat in the middle of the living room, arms and legs now splayed out like a starfish as he breathed heavily. “Gotta just catch my breath and then let’s jump s’more.”

“Oh I have no plans of joining you. I’m just gonna watch as you guys destroy the whole place. That’s already fun for me.”

#( gregory ) ;#♔ ┊ the world's in trouble; there's no communication — ( interactions ) ;

thomas:

“Oh I thrive on being a walking contradiction,” the boy returned with a healthy dose of the waggle-brows, leaning forward slightly. “Besides, that makes things all the more interesting - at least you’ll never be confined to a box, least not until you die and after that, who really knows?” Thomas finished off his cup before tossing it aside in a careless manner. “C’mon, I’ve got a better idea,” he said then, reaching for CC’s wrist and heading towards the kitchen. “We’ll need a baking pan.”

“Good for you. I aim to be that way -- only to annoy people to be honest.” She chuckled, “Well I’m being cremated and sprinkled all over the Eiffel Tower so that I may be inhaled by the French. So no box for me.” CC furrowed her brows and followed suit. “A baking pan? Oh I’m sure you’ll find one, still with the price tag attached to it.”

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gregory‌:

Gregory paused in the midst of his debauchery of the couch with a couple fellow friends - he was three sheets to the wind like by 9PM so could he be held accountable for straight thinking at this point? not a chance! - and fell forward onto the floor. His fall was cushioned by the couch pillow that came with him, and his head popped up, his hair a mop of sweaty blond curls at this point. “Wait, did you say stop or continue because I’m confused,” he huffed, out of breath and red-faced.

“I meant continue — would you like to wear a pair of cleats while doing it?” She smirked grabbing the first container of alcohol she could see which was in a red solo cup. “I’m sure I can find one somewhere in this house.”

#♔ ┊ the world's in trouble; there's no communication — ( interactions ) ;#( gregory ) ;

thomas‌:

“So does that mean I can swing from the chandeliers and shit, too?” Thomas questioned the girl, standing directly behind her, and apparently having witnessed her change of heart over the destruction of her mother’s precious sofa. “Because I’ve always wondered what would be like and I need to get a move on crossing things off the list, if you know what I mean.” He sipped from a red solo cup, still in the very clothes he’d gone to the dance in. Luckily for Thomas, the suspenders were about the only out-of-place thing and even they could be considered fashion statement at this time. Not that it mattered.

“Yeah sure, just don’t kill anyone if you fall? I mean, I couldn’t care less, but I’d rather not have to live in an active crime scene.” She shrugged grabbing a red cup and inspecting the contents. She looked him up and down, figuring he wasn’t like the others (aka her brother) that cared for what they looked during a house party. “On second thought, that might not be a bad idea.” She took a gulp of the alcohol inside the cup. “I’m just a walking contradiction tonight.”

#♔ ┊ the world's in trouble; there's no communication — ( interactions ) ;#( thomas ) ;

“Please don’t step on the couch, that’s more than you can afford in your lifetime.” She droned on, eyeing one of the seniors on top of their living room couch. “My mom would freak out —” But at the thought of that she retracted her sentence. “Scratch that, jump away.”

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ashbillings‌:

“No worries. That just means more for me,” he said with a shrug, lighting up his joint. “Designated driver or just super straight edge?”

“More like, I’m making sure I don’t end up homeless after some idiot accidentally sets my house on fire. Okay, on second thought, that sounds stupid when you say it out loud but honestly that’s why I’m staying sober for the night.”

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molldollprewett

Even though he went to the party with every intention to take advantage of the free booze, Ash still decided to keep things low key in the back screen-in patio. He was already a few drinks deep and bobbing his head along to the music that was already booming inside. It was much better than the repetitive noise that they had to deal with at the dance. He turned to the person beside them and pulled out a joint. “Want some? I’ve got a whole bag…”

cecilianorrington

"No thanks,” CC shook her head as she was being offered a joint. Normally she would’ve taken one, but she was rather on high alert. The last thing she wanted was a burning house. “I’m rather sober for the night. No offense.”

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CC: What. Are. You. Wearing?!

ROARING TWENTIES — Cecilia Norrington’s Fall Ball Outfit.

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