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[santpez-blog]

BLAME IT ON THE ALCOHOL ➝ DANTANA.

Given the monstrosity that was the Glee club’s performance tonight, followed by the riot it’d caused, Santana was truly ready to just forget about the whole thing. The first thing she’d done upon arriving at the party was making a beeline for the alcohol table, where she had proceeded to get good and drunk pretty quickly. One of the more prominent effects of alcohol in her system, though, was the emotional wreck she became about everything and anything. The waterworks had started about twenty minutes ago now, following her conversation with Finn, and unfortunately they showed no signs of stopping.

[cheerioqvinncess-blog]

F2F || Party || Quinn && Open

Quinn had decided, for once, to let her hair down---figuratively and literally. Marginally, anyway, but for Quinn, usually composed and in charge, it was a loss of control she didn’t usually allow herself. Pushing her way through the crowd, she was trying to find Santana or Britt or really, any of her friends who had another drink in their hand for her. A tug on her arm and she was spun around to face a hockey player whose name she didn’t care to remember---she couldn’t help but laugh as he asked her to dance, “No---no, not a chance, even I’m not drunk enough for that.” She went to turn away but he persisted, hand gripping her elbow almost too tightly, and Quinn snapped, trying to pull herself from his grasp “Hey, moron, I said no!”

[kxrtvonhummel-blog]

[PARTY]

Kurt wasn’t one to be invited to parties often, but when their half-time performance proved popular enough at the game, he found himself at Azimo’s house. He might have just gone home if the other’s hadn’t pushed him to have a little fun. But the rest of the New Directions were scattered while Kurt stood against the wall watching everyone get completely drunk. Kurt knew that he probably looked like a loser, so it wasn’t a surprise when he felt someone hand him a red cup. He looked between the cup and the person suspiciously, “What’s in this?” he asked, wanting to know exactly what he was about to put in his body.

[santpez-blog]

FACE TO FACE ➝ QUINNTANA.

There was seriously nothing good about today. In fact, this entire week had sucked. Usually, the Cheerios would’ve been practicing, ready to slay at tonight’s halftime show, but thanks to Will Schuester evidently picking up the Glee club and carrying them safely inside the butt on his chin to the football field to take over the Cheerios’ spot, everything had been completely messed up. Having to stand and cheer as they performed was seriously just the old, moldy cherry on top of the world’s worst cake.

After a particularly grating Glee number, Santana half-assed a shake of her pompoms, then rolled her eyes as she turned to Quinn. “This is seriously the biggest joke,” she grumbled, annoyed that the crowd didn’t seem entirely offended by the whole thing like she’d been hoping. “Thank God for the party tonight. They’re not invited, right?” Santana motioned to the celebrating Glee club with her head, a blank look on her face.

[santpez-blog]

FACE TO FACE ➝ DANTANA.

Santana couldn’t decide what was worse about this whole thing; the fact that the Glee club were stealing the Cheerios’ halftime show, the fact that the Cheerios had to stand at the sidelines and cheer them on, or the fact that Schuester’s band of misfits actually sounded good. Not that she’d admit to the last part, and as soon as she got the chance to walk away, she took it.

With a face like thunder and a mood to match, Santana planted her pompom covered hands on her hips and strutted away from the field. She wasn’t sure where exactly she was going, but she needed a break. In her mild rage, she wasn’t really looking where she was walking, and slammed right into another figure in her pathway. Brows knitting, Santana was about to yell, even though it was totally her own fault, before she paused, realizing who she’d just collided with.

“Oh, hey there, Irrelevant. Didn’t see you there. Wonder why.”

[sebtasm]

Sebastian let out a sigh of discomfort. Of course these benches were unbearable uncomfortable. How was he expected to spend hours sitting on them, bored to death in the first place. Eventually he grew restless enough and stood up with a huff. “I’m going for a walk. Save my spot,” he told the Warbler next to him and walked off.  He was looking around at all of the people here on his way to the concession stand just for something to do when he abruptly ran into someone. “Hey, watch it, will you?” 

[kxrtvonhummel-blog]

"Wait, so there’s really a position called tight end?” He asked as the person explained the game to him. “And they still have the nerve to call Glee Club gay?”

[hakunamatatarpg-blog]

ALRIGHT EVERYONE

So I know this is still a bit early, but I’m letting you all know that the WEEKEND EVENT is starting RIGHT NOW and will last until Sunday 11:59 CST. All dash conversations are now frozen as all new conversations should pertain to the event.

Remember to tag all posts as HAKUNAEVENT and include everyone!

And most importantly, have fun!