#cipride

[bluehaircouffaine]

During most parties, Luka had a tendency to sit off to the side. That is, if he even bothered to attend them at all. Usually it took Marinette or Juleka’s persuasion or he had to be booked for the event to get him to actually leave his house - neither of which had happened tonight. But it was a rave... and it was for pride... so Luka had felt like he had to show up, at least for a little while. The music wasn’t really his type of sound, but even he had to admit that jumping around in the middle of a body packed dance floor was quite cathartic. Breathing heavily, he broke away from everyone and made his way over to the bar, dropping down in one of the empty seats as he waited patiently for the bartender to notice him. “Wild night, huh?” he strikes up a conversation with the person next to him - something he rarely ever does, but the alcohol already in his system making him feel bolder than normal.

[tylertootlesanderson]

Island events called for celebrating, or so Tyler told himself as he wrapped up the remnants of the brownie. He’d tried to do this picnic the sober way, but how was he supposed to get into it without motivation? Some of the parade floats were already lined up in sight and no part of him doubted that being high was the only way he’d survive. That’s how he’d found himself between two of the town center buildings, downing half an edible while holed up in an alley that reeked of leftover Italian food. He had nothing against pride, of course. In fact, many of his friends fell somewhere on the spectrum, and he'd been known to have an occasional crush on a guy. Okay, so maybe not outwardly known, but he’d at least been aware. As his jean pockets were too tight to hide anything, Tyler began unzipping the main pocket of his backpack to stash the rest of the baked good when someone rounded the corner on him. Less fazed than he should’ve been, he didn’t bother looking as he quickly shoved it inside, zippering the bag up and fixing it back over his shoulder. “Bathrooms are the next building down. If you see a long line, you’re probably getting close.”

[camdenlittle]

Camden carried his empty plate as he walked down one of the many large tables, taking in the assortment of food. It was nice that the town put so much money into their events, but picnics didn’t have too much food that catered to his specific interests. Deciding on his course of action, he grabbed a fresh burger bun, three cheese slices, and a few chips. He layered the cheese onto the bread, with the chips in the middle, and pressed the sandwich flat with a satisfying crunch. A small smile crossed his lips at it, and it lingered as he took a few carrots and pieces of cantaloupe. He absentmindedly threw a few strawberries on before his eyes took in the huge dessert display, widening with untamed excitement. This was why loved the Royals. Cam started stacking up the clear half of his plate, adding a couple brownies, cake pops, and a handful of bite size chocolate chip cookies. His plate, now full, rested in his left hand as he grabbed one last dessert, a rainbow cookie that he couldn’t even guess the flavor of. He bit into it as he started turning, letting out what was almost a literal moan at the taste. “Oh my god,” he stated with a mouthful, chewing enough to swallow. When he turned, however, he was surprised to find someone almost right behind him, causing him to jump back a little. His hips bumped into the table as his cheeks flushed, letting out a startled laugh. “You, er- You should really grab one of these. They’re, like, sugar cookies on crack.”

[themikewazowski]

Island-wide events were great! I mean, free food... An open bar... How could anyone turn that down? The problem for Mike, however, was that no one had. He’d gotten to the House of Mouse early for his set, ready to down a few, only to find the place totally empty. And, it’s not that he was bragging, or anything, but there hadn’t been open seats in the joint since he found his mojo. Now, it just felt... wrong. The owner handed him the lump sum he contractually received for just showing up, but the lack of a drink sales cut was really going to buzz his plans this week. Well, not unless he succumbed to the same beast everyone else had. It wasn’t a long drive to Underground, but it took him ages to find a parking spot. Mike was still cursing under his breath about it as he walked into the bar, bending and twisting to make it through the crowd. “Excuse me!” A back hit his shoulder. “Right then, coming through...” A group of girls lying to console a drunk one. “No, kissing your best friend does not mean he misses you!” And, one last boy chatting up another disinterested one. “Cool story, bro, have you considered comedy?” Ignoring the sneer he received, he wormed his way around the guy’s body and propped himself up on the bar. However, he only further regretted his decision to come when an unfamiliar bartender walked past him to serve a group of giggly (most likely) illegals at the other end of the bar. “Oh, c’mon! Do I need a cheap wig and a backseat boob job to get a free drink?” He called into the void of noise, arms flailing up helplessly.

[theflynnriders]

Spotting Princess at the bar, Flynn broke away from the crowd of people he had just been dancing within and made his way over to her. “Well, well, well if it isn’t my second favorite Princess,” he greeted with a wide, shit-eating grin. Normally he didn’t spend much time around the girl, but he was drunk and decided to maybe stir up some shit with her tonight. It wasn’t fair that Eddy-boy got to have all the fun with her. Now he wanted his turn. @princess-morbuckss​

[zukoozai]

Zuko sighed, unsure of why he was even here. Had this really sounded like a good time to him, at any point? He’d give it an hour. One hour and then he could allow himself to leave. He pushed off the wall, intent on making his way to bar (he needed a drink desperately), but once he turned he found himself nearly colliding with another body. He felt the fire burning in his palm and quickly quenched his fist to put it out. Apparently, it wasn’t just anger that triggered it. “Sorry. I-Sorry.” 

[officialcliomuse]

“Can you believe the DJ actually turned down my offer to perform tonight?” Clio complains loudly to whoever would listen. After being rejected she had done what anyone in her position would do - she went to the bar. “Like I get it’s a rave but hello?? I wasn’t even asking for compensation!” There was no denying that she was pouting as she brought the straw to her lips for a sip of the drink that had been placed in front of her. Really, all she was looking for was a bit of comfort and to hear a “oh Clio of course this place would be lucky to have you perform for them” but would she ever admit that out loud? Absolutely not.

[dexboigenius]

With a gleam of curiosity, Dexter observed the painted marks Ariel had against their cheeks. One cheek had the pansexual flag whereas the second one had that of the transgender flag. The first, he was able to understand as it obviously represented their sexuality but the second one, the boy genius blinked at. “Huh...” Crossing his arms against his chest as he shifted his gaze at Ariel respectively, Dexter’s brows furrowed. “Pardon if this comes off as frank, but shouldn’t it be the non-binary flag instead?” @littletriton​