duncan donuts

[theh0uset0ur]

God, Indira loved Halloween. The one day you could totally get away with dressing like a slut? Color her sold. It took her approximately three seconds to find the cutest little lost soul she had ever seen, her wings nearly knocking over one of the five Patrick Batemans at this party. "Oops, sorry! Totes didn't mean it!" She had the mind to call out as she sauntered over.

"Babe, where's your drink?" She cooed, a little pout accompanying her face. "You can't not have a drink. I'm bummed; you're bumming me out. I've never been this bummed in my entire life." The pout never left her face. In fact, it became far more pronounced as she kept speaking. "We have to got to change that. Here. It's something called... uh...." Words never did come easy to her unless there was a like or totally in front of them.

"Jumping Juice. No! Jolly Juice. Wait! It'll come back to me. Here," she placed the cup in their hand, already scooting past to reach for the clearest bottle of liquid she could get her paws on. She popped it open and took a giant swig, her face wincing immediately. "Ooh, rum! I feel like a pirate!"

[duncsndonuts]

"Jungle jjuuuuiiice!" Duncan shouted over the words in a sing-song sort of voice, happy to take the solo cup concoction off of her hands. He had been here nearly two hours, and didn't feel even close to peak of party excellence. She was right. He felt like a bummy little bummer, but penthouses, and New Directioners? He was a little lost in the fray. "RUH RUH RUH!" The barking felt a little out of place outside of the Beta Rho house, but- YOLO. Duncan took a long drink of the lime green liquid, winced a little as the sour taste hit his salivary glances-- damn, he loved the burn. "Are you a pirate? Totally thought you were one of those, like... angel girls that walk around in their bikinis on TV. We had a party last time they did one of those fashion shows." And Beta Rho had probably made a little too much money off of the occasion... Duncan had liked the musical acts better, anyway.

"I could find you a chaser for that, Captain Jack," Duncan motioned toward the rum in her hand. It was the gentlemanly thing to do, he thought-- charming. "I think I saw some pink lemonade in the ice earlier."

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   “ y'know,  i  think  making  this  party  something  of  a…  mish-mash  of  so  many  things  kinda  ruins  the  vibe  of…  what  is  it?  hallow-birth-wrap? ”  even  that's  a  mouthful  without  alcohol.  but  now  her  filter  is  run  down,  stood  just  on  the  cusp  of  the  door  that  lead  to  a  balcony  nearly  occupied,  and  the  kitchen  just  in  her  peripheral.  she's  contemplated  leaving,  but  to  see  how  the  night  would  pan  out  would  be  far  more  entertaining,  and  she  doesn't  entirely  think  she'd  be  a  good  friend  if  she  left  casper  on  her  own  to  fend  for  herself.  one  powerpuff  girl  down,  maude  has  to  remind  herself  as  she  flattens  out  her  dress  with  a  manicured  hand.  “ anyway  —  jello  shot?  found  them  in  the  kitchen, ”  she  offers,  lips  pulled  into  something  of  a  thin,  if  not  trying,  smile,  “ pick  your  poison.  but  just  a  warning,  the  green  one  tastes  like  what  i  imagine  cyanide  to  be. ”

[duncsndonuts]

"Not gonna lie to you," Duncan takes a long sip of his BETA RHO beer; he had spent, like, hours stickering the things, and was intent on bearing the fruits of his labor tonight. "When I heard 'Hallow-Birth-Wrap,' I kind of thought it was, like, one of those swaddling techniques--" words he had learned thanks to his major, "that you use on newborns... Then I thought, maybe a sandwich? But who would eat something like that, you know?"

He took another drink, shook the can. Empty. Duncan wasted no time cracking the empty beer against his head to crunch the can flat, aiming it into the nearest garbage can with an enthusiastic, 'Airbud!' before turning back to Maude. "Was kinda relieved to find out it was just some lame party."

"JELLO SHOT!" Came ringing off of his tongue in a sing-song kind of shout. Who was he to say no to a lady offering drinks? Er... Free alcohol, he should say. Was a jello shot a drink? He'd find out from one of the guys later. "I can take the cyanide if it takes them off your plate-" He didn't know what that was anyway. "Cheers? You're gonna slurp these things down with me, right?"