Life's a party

Toulouse Berlioz. I go by Louie. I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind. Don't annoy me or I'll kindly introduce my fist to your face.

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Dean taking care of Sam (for @nursedean)

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Commission drawn by @magimagali ⭐

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richard-dorsey‌:

“What an abhorrent lie.” Rick rolled his eyes before making the conscious decision to ignore the entirety of the situation taking place before him, looking down at his watch in hopes the whole ordeal had made time speed up at triple the normal pace. “Sure. Can’t argue with that logic.” He replied vacantly, his attention diverted to the nearest exit– “Margaritas?” Not even Richard Alistair Dorsey could deny the charm of a cold Margarita on a warm spring day. “I’m not a monster.” He answered, not waiting another beat to walk towards the flashy truck nearby. “Did you say Schnapps? I’m pushing fifty and even I know it’s not my time yet.” Rick faked a shudder before finally taking a good look at who apparently would be his companion for the evening– oh, what the Hell. “Richard.” The man extended his hand.

Louie chuckled as he ordered two and leaned against the stand, his eyes fluttering shut at the glare of the Sun. He turned to glance at the other man. “See? Margaritas bring us all together, they’re like Coca Cola but better.” He said happily, handing a couple of bills to the guy in the stand and thanking him. “Yeah that’s the joke.” He explained, taking a long sip of his cool drink before continuing. “I mean, he’s slightly older than me but has this cute old man attitude about him sometimes, so I always tease him with schnapps.” He explained happily, wiping his hands on a napkin before shaking the other’s. “Louie Berlioz, nice to meet you. Hope I remember meeting you tomorrow.” 

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gemmapenna‌:

“Well I love it,” she grinned, giving his a squeeze on the arm. “I agree. Lots more can happen at a house party. We all know each other, the music is more fun… There are more private rooms…” Gemma teased. She hopped back up onto the table. “I do? Why’s that?”

Louie huffed. “Thank you for reminding me why I locked my room door.” He replied, taking a sip from his solo cup. “But yeah, I feel like they generally have more potential for fun and less potential for actual disaster. Except for drama, that tends to pop up at these, doesn’t it?” The man shrugged. “You’re smart, cute and spontaneous. The whole package.”

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meg-pavlis‌:

Meg grimaced as she tried to make sense of the drink she’d poured herself out of the one jar that was out in the wild. “Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate you pampering me with your one cute glass but this tastes like my high school regrets.” She was sitting on top of one of the kitchen counters, her legs swinging as she waited on Louie to finish greeting his guests. “So, what’s the count on the head of cattle you’re expecting?”

Louie grimaced. “Oh, yeah. Sorry. That’s peach schnapps but it should’ve probably been chilled. I bought it as a joke.” Louie explained, trying not to laugh. “But there’s beer in the fridge and I think vodka in that little cooler?” He suggested. “About fifty? Probably like eighty tops?” He said, realizing it was a lot of people for a small apartment. “I probably over-invited people, but it’s a Thursday so hopefully the turnout will be chill.”

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iain-hopper‌:

“How comfortable are we talking about here?” He replied and walked out of the corner, beer already in hand. "’sup, fucker.” Hopper drank, the pats on Louie’s back were somewhat heavier than the usual, but devoid of any malice. “Here I thought you’d fallen off the face of the Earth and retired from throwing any worthwhile shit.”

Louie smirked, Hopper always gave him a vaguely nervous but generally exiting feeling on the back of his neck. “Nah, I just haven’t been inviting you. Heard you’ve been hanging around the mall now.” He replied, finishing his own beer and taking another bottle, his eyes scanning the crowd to make sure Atty looked comfortable. “It’s harder to party when you’re basically whipped.” He commented, his eyes resting on the man for a moment longer before turning back to Iaian. “But hey, here’s to tonight and you not barfing in my bathroom.” He said, lifting his bottle. 

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richie-shepard‌:

“Well, well, little well… if it ain’t my favorite pasta. How’s it hanging, Eds?” Richie all but ignored the lady trying to go through, his mind too occupied refraining his hand from playfully tousling Eddie’s hair as a greeting. “That’s where you’re sorely mistaken– though they’re the bitch of the party, that you’re spot on about.” He took a deep breath and moved his arm out, it made a sound no arm should ever be able to make. “Painkillers are giving me insomnia.” Rich replied simply, focusing back on the other man. “Anyway, what brings you here to… this fantastic entrance?”

“Uh, fine. How are you?” Louie asked, feeling slightly nervous as he usually did when he ran into Richie. It had been much easier when he just got to analyse his face on TV and then change the channel when the memories started flooding back in. “What? I meant me, I’m hungover... Are you...” He widened his eyes and gave a quick look around. “Are you drunk?” He took a step back at the sound, cringing and remembering how he used to be horrified every time of his friends did so much as sneeze once. “Painkillers for what? That does not sound good.” He said with a worried look, putting a tentative hand on his arm. “I was coming to get some food.” 

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atticus-eeyore‌:

“There’s a thing or two I wouldn’t mind learning again.” He managed to reply– though it probably looked at he was talking to himself; he settled the boxes down on the counter before looking for some space in the fridge… the statement made him raise his eyebrows. “Really now? I thought you’d take advantage of the fact you’re already in your place.” Atticus teased and turned around to arrange some of the cans. “Great idea.” He briefly turned over his shoulder and smiled at Louie. “It’s been too long since I crushed you on Rainbow Road.”

Louie turned back to him with a grin. “What’s that I heard about learning again?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows jokingly. “Nah, it’s more fun to get hammered somewhere else and have you pick me up and carry me to your house.” He replied with a wink, placing a hand on the small of his back as he moved along. The young man scoffed, giving him an offended look. “You beat me once, don’t get too cocky now, Mr. Schnapps.” He replied. “What if we make it more interesting and bet on it, huh?” He asked as they sat down in front of the tv, waving around at some newcomers. “Make it a little more interesting.” He added with a devious little smile. 

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ari-triton‌:

“Hi there, sweetheart!” Ariel approached the host with a bright grin; though she couldn’t remember how she’d heard about the party, she had ran into Louie once or twice and he seemed like a great guy to get to know. She held out two bottles of tequila as an offering. “If I’m too early, let me know where the snacks are and I’ll let you witness my talents in food décor.”

Louie smiled at the readhead. “Ariel right?” He chuckled. “Can I call you little red ridding hood?” The young man joked dumbly. “Uh, well you’re just on time, which in party time means about half an hour early.” He replied with a shrug. “Sure, let’s décor the fuck out of this food.” He agreed with a wink,

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atticus-eeyore‌:

“Well, this brings back memories.” Atticus breathed out as he reached the threshold, fighting the urge to smile as he approached Louie with two boxes of beer. “How many of these am I moving around this time, Berlioz? I’d say I don’t have all day but we both know that’s always been the lie.” Though he would never stop dreading any sort of party, this time around– completely taken aback at how good his boyfriend looked in that shirt, he would make the effort to truly enjoy himself.

Louie snickered, moving closer to him and placing a hand on the small of his back. “Does it?” He asked, leaning closer to is ear, “Do you know how to carry them properly now or do you need help?” He asked in a huskier tone before stepping back to meet some more guests. When he turned back to Atty he grinned. “Don’t worry I don’t plan on drinking too much tonight. I got my old GameCube out and connected it to the little tv in the living room so we gotta keep an eye on that. We can play a while!” 

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gemmapenna‌:

Gemma held up a bottle in each hand. “I’m usually more of a bar girl, but,” the bottles clinking onto the table interrupted her train of thought, “The intimacy in this room is giving me great vibes. Did you decorate yourself?”

“That I did.” Louie admitted proudly, looking at the fairy lights high on the ceiling and the assorted mess of decorations he’d borrowed from his friends. “i love bars too, honestly. But every now and then a good house party is necessary.” He said with a wink. “Make yourself at home, you definitely up the general percentage of fun here.” 

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“Hey, come on in and make yourselves comfortable.” Louie said happily, moving away from his tiny entrance. “Booze on the table by the kitchen and you should leave your extras there too.” He was in a good mood, it had been a while since he’d thrown a party and he’d missed it.

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“All I’ve had today is, like, six gummy bears and some scotch.” He yawned as he spoke over the phone, unaware he was blocking the entrance. “Yeah, yeah; I hear you loud and clear, Estelle. Be a darling, scary doll and send me the thing, pretty pleaaaaaase?” Richie hung up and sighed, looking up at the person as he still ignored he was occupying the whole threshold. “Mondays, am I right?”

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Louie nodded. “Right. Uh, Rich, you’re kind of blocking the entrance.” He replied, trying not to chuckle. He failed after a lady behind them huffed angrily. “Sorry, m’am. Go right ahead.” He said, pushing Richie back for a moment. “I hate fucking hangovers, especially if they’re to start of a week.”

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richard-dorsey‌:

“That was not–” Rick ended up scoffing, aware that stating the facts wouldn’t make a difference nor did he care to change the young man’s approach to the issue. “Feeling lucky?” It only took him the whisper to smell the alcohol that was definitely coursing through his veins, no one could be that bad at ring-throwing. “Misery is forcing me to watch–” The man dramatically gestured to the air with one hand. “This.” After the absolute loss, he rolled his eyes at the pleading girl, only further establishing that he was probably right about her. Richard, out of secondhand embarrassment more than anything else, took the rings away from the girl and tossed them, hitting every single neck bottle. In the same moment, he tossed the plush the girl was trying to give him back into the booth, placing a fifty dollar bill on the counter. “Keep that to yourself, buy your time back.” After that, Rick turned towards Louie. “By the looks of it, a toy seems like the least of your problems.”

Louie looked at the man, who seemed to be getting rilled up and chuckled. This looked like a fun situation, at least for him. He took a step back and winked at the girl. “Mo’ money, mo’ problems, sweetheart. Watch how you spend that.” He hiccuped softly and as discreetly as possible before turning back to Richard to give him a confused look. “Well of course it is! Because I didn’t win it, duh. So it’s not even a problem.” He said, his eyes narrowing as he spotted a beverage truck nearby. “Oh, look! Another one! Maybe they have margaritas.” He said happily, moving over towards the cart. After a couple of steps he backtracked. “Hey you want a margarita?” He asked Richard, not sure why he was doing it. “I’ve never asked my boyfriend if he likes margaritas... I’m a douche. Well, at least I know about the schnapps.” He commented happily. 

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matt-hawthorne‌:

“Dude, I got so much to learn from you.” Matt said and then laughed heartily along, taking a couple steps back so he could play with the scepter without poking any of their eyes out in the process. “I feel just like Alexander fucking DeLarge with this thing– I’m keeping the boa, though.” He held the scepter over his shoulders and smirked at Louie. “What are you gonna draw inspo from?”

“Don’t you all?” Louie joked, smiling as he half-heartedly rifted through the rest of the stuff. He picked up a small top hat an considered it for a moment. “Oh, you’re right. That’s cool, now we just need to draw some mad eyelashes on you eye.” He replied with a chuckle. He considered the question carefully. “Hm... I’d say Dr. Frank N. Furter but I forgot my corset...” He joked. “So I think I’ll ditch the clown wig and just be an alien cowboy.” He decided, picking up a cowboy hat way too small for his head and straightening the alien glasses.

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richard-dorsey‌:

“That was not–” Rick ended up scoffing, aware that stating the facts wouldn’t make a difference nor did he care to change the young man’s approach to the issue. “Feeling lucky?” It only took him the whisper to smell the alcohol that was definitely coursing through his veins, no one could be that bad at ring-throwing. “Misery is forcing me to watch–” The man dramatically gestured to the air with one hand. “This.” After the absolute loss, he rolled his eyes at the pleading girl, only further establishing that he was probably right about her. Richard, out of secondhand embarrassment more than anything else, took the rings away from the girl and tossed them, hitting every single neck bottle. In the same moment, he tossed the plush the girl was trying to give him back into the booth, placing a fifty dollar bill on the counter. “Keep that to yourself, buy your time back.” After that, Rick turned towards Louie. “By the looks of it, a toy seems like the least of your problems.”

“Oh I almost never feel lucky.” Louie replied with a cough. “But fortunately I do get lucky fairly often.” He added with a snicker, staring at the fallen rings and jokingly pouting at the girl, happy to be able to coax a grin out of her. “Just not good at ring tossing.” He said, barely hiding a hiccup. Louie looked at the whole transaction with a bored expression on his face, wondering what he could do to keep the fun going. He was surprised he hadn’t run into anyone he knew from the party crowd or his friends yet. “Incorrect.” He replied. “It’s not the least of my problems, it’s simply not a problem at all because I didn’t get one.” He said happily. “My problem right now is this carnival is a lot less fun than I had hoped it’d be.” He said this last sentence with a look of worry.

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“It goes without saying I did not ask for this and will definitely not give it a try.” Richard finished his sentence with an amused scoff, trying to give back the set of plastic rings a very desperate young woman had basically thrown at him– one who wouldn’t stop smiling and urging him to win one of the stuffed animals he very well didn’t have any use for. “Are they keeping you hostage in this carnival?” He questioned her, unaware someone had joined the scene.

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“I can throw them for you.” Louie offered, trying really hard to look chill and sober, two things he was most definitely not. “Hand ‘em over, dear.” He encouraged the girl. “Either that or they’re paying her a misery to force people to play.” He whispered, carefully throwing the rings and missing with every one of them. “Ah, wining as always. Now I get to keep my bed free of cheap polyester plush toys and you get to this.” He said, handing a ticket to the girl.