PARTAY!! - Open

[Sett Richmond]

When Sett agreed to the idea of having a house party, he did not counter in the fact that Ra was coming over to the states. As it were, his elder brother was here and the plans for the party were already under way. He couldn't very well rescind the offer for free flow of food [and beer, not that Ra needed to know this] for his little brother's friends. And that was what he was going to go with to convince Ra to get out of the house before he saw any damage.

He didn't actually have anything much to do since the snacks had been bought and Sahkmet had cooked up a storm [as she was wont to do] so all Sett had to do was keep all the breakable stuff. And even then he didn't really do a very good job of it. Well, he'll know the damage once it was done.

Wandering off to the kitchen to sample some of Sahky's delicacies, he didn't hear the knock at the door. No matter, if the person was here for the party, they'd either ring the doorbell or they'd have Horus with them.

He'll just let his other siblings get it.

[Horus Richmond]

Horus was just so psyched about having his siblings around - especially Sett, since Sett was like... the most awesome person ever (read: a terrible influence). He'd run around telling everyone in the loudest voice possible "PARTY AT MY PLACE THIS WEEKEND. BRING BEER." And for the record, Horus is painfully loud when he wants to be. He even wrote it on his trainer's board. And on a few lockers too. In fact, if someone HADN'T heard there was a party, it would be shocking.

Okay so Ra was here now. But Horus had a plan for that. A sly, evil little plan that he thought his eldest brother would fall for and then stay out of the way so he, Nub and Sett could mattress surf down the stairs and drink beer and have burping contests and all that other manly stuff boys do. He'd invited Vincent, Sammy, L.C, Ann... nearly everyone. Okay. Everyone. The only people not holding an invite were the teachers and Jesse, who Horus assumed had just died somewhere and no one really cared.

"IT'S THE DOOR IT'S THE DOOR." Horus shouted from the top of the stairs, sliding on his ass down and shaking Sett. "It's the fuckin' DOOR." Bounding around the room in a manner that was bound to leave bruises if he passed out any time soon, he peered up at the window and flailed.

"Ra did gee tee eff oh this morning, right? 'Cause I sent him t'go an' take Isis out shoppin' f'stuff f'his room." The blonde explained, pausing at the door handle. "I don' want him showin' up all "Sup homies okay why is there people here ROOOOOOOOOAR" 'cause that'd suck."

[November Adams]

The occasion was bittersweet. On the upside, Ember would be hanging out with her friends, having a blast, just like old times. It would be the first time in about a month that she really socialised - the weight of exams and graduation finally lifted. But on the other hand, it would probably be the last time she saw these friends until Fall, when she returned for college. She wouldn't be as close with them after that, considering she wouldn't be attending the same school. It made her sad to think that they might drift apart, the Idiot Brigade being torn apart by grades and fickle things like graduation. But, at least she was going to a college close by, so she would continue to see them on a fairly regular basis.

The brunette grinned as she walked up to the gigantic home that the Richmond's resided in. Her hair was tussled slightly by the summer wind, and despite the warm weather, she was clad in jeans, with a sweatshirt wrapped around her waist. She had heard much about the Richmond siblings, mostly about how amazing and wonderful they were, but also about one particular sister that had an amazing cooking ability. As a gift, November carried a white box, filled with homemade, iced sugar cookies. They were cute into cute, girly, summery shapes, as more of a chuckle than a serious form of decoration.

November's eyebrows shot up as she rung the doorbell, and soon thereafter, was a thunk and a muffled yell. "Uhm." She glanced around quickly. Another distressing thunk came from inside, before the door swung open to reveal Horus with a winning smile. She laughed, shaking her head, "Are you quite alright, love?" She asked him, holding the box of cookies with one hand as she gave him a hug. "I brought you some cookies, they're shaped like flowers and lady bugs." A grin and a nod. It was good to be back to normal.

[Sett Richmond]

Hearing Horus come down the stairs, Sett grinned and his food was halfway into his mouth when he was shaken like a wet dog by his youngest brother. "What the f-Russ, stoppeeet." Sett swatted his brother's hands away and took a huge bite of the crepe thing Sahky had set out for the party.

"Oh my God this is delicious." He exclaimed and gobbled a few more pieces. Thankfully, Sahky always cooked for a battalion so it didn't actually matter how many pre-sampling he was doing. Even if he stuffed his face silly, it still wouldn't put a dent in the menu. Sahkmet was amazing that way.

"Oh yeah, he's gone. I even gave him a list of things we need for the house. With like specific brands and stuff. He'll be gone awhile." Sett waved his hand is dismissal before looking around to see the first guest. "Is that November Adams I'm seeing?" Sett whistled at how the little girl he remembered from his mini visits before had grown up. Age did good things to the girl, he had to admit.

Didn't matter if she didn't actually remember who the hell he was.

[Vincent Verax]

If there was a party, Vincent was bound to be there. Especially if said party involved his best friends and Sett and food and Sett and booze and Sett. It's a bit of an understatement to say that Vincent likes Sett. He might have only seen him a handful of times in his life, but every time he had, he'd had a blast with Sett. Something in their personalities just clicked and now they had moved here and Vincent was totally excited.

He was practically sprinting, two cases of Samuel Adams under his arms, to the Richmond's new house. It was still a mystery as to how Vin continued to illegally inquire booze, but I have a hunch it has something to do with blackmail. I mean, how long did it work on Sam? Surely Vin had dirt on plenty of other residents of Pilot Ridge. And/or a buyer. When Vincent wants something, he generally finds a way to get it, illegal or not.

Not that it particularly matters, because Horus had said to bring beer, so that's exactly what Vincent did. What the hell was a party without beer? Vinnie caught sight of Ember just as he was arriving and bellowed, "TIIIIIIITS!" He was still a little upset that Embie had graduated and would be leaving them, but he could leave that behind today. He could embarrass and harass her all he felt like... well, when he wasn't all over Sett.

"FLOPPY!" was the following shout as Vin skidded to halt at the door. "I got beer!" Of course then Vincent saw cookies and he grinned even more. Calmly, he set the two cases of beer down, then grabbed Ember in one arm and Horus in the other. "I love ya guyyyys!"

[Horus Richmond]

Horus practically exploded into a pile of joy when not only Ember, but Vincent showed up. He flung his arms around the pair of them and squeezed them. "Embie!" He squealed, snuggling the girl and tugging her in, before snatching the box and shaking it. "Cookies, fuck yeah!" He waved the box at Sett, then smirked. "Y'don't get cookies!" He taunted, before skipping off to hide the box away from a greedy lion who might nom them later.

When he returned, he clung onto his best friends. "Beer. Y'guys are th'greatest." The blonde boy admitted, before tugging them all into the kitchen. "Sahkie's been makin' eats ALL day an' - Sett y'perv stop eyein' up m'friend." He shouted, leaping on top of his older brother and trying to give him a noogie. This instantly cheered him up - how could he not be happy to see the idiot brigade reunited.

"S'is Sammy comin'?" He asked curiously, passing over a plate of sandwiches. "'Cause else w'aint all reunited an' shiz." The blonde paused, then slapped his head. "Oh yeah, I f'got. This is Sett, as y'know, an' Sahk's the cute blonde one." The boy gave a thumbs up, then crammed a huge sandwich into his mouth.

There was a silence as Horus swallowed.

"S'who's up f'mattress surfin'?"

[Fifi Hart]

Finally finally finally. Fifi had ditched the baby sitter. She still had to give a detailed report of everywhere she went and when, but this was the weekend. And it was different. She’d managed to get Moe to slip in a little white lie for her. According to Hammel’s records, she’d be staying with the Japanese teen at his flat in Pilot Ridge. According to everyone else with ears, she was going to a party.

Duh! She was going to a party!

She was quite depressed to hear that Moe wouldn’t be there, but she couldn’t bring herself to retract her presence anyway. Rumors about the Richmond clan were endless, and she already knew some of them were true. Not to mention Verax was certain to be there.

Current boyfriend aside, Fifi could pretty much just stare at him all fucking day. Too bad he was boning her bestie. She'd have to use some of that new found self-control.

Maybe she’d find fresh meat at the soiree.

The bottle of Malibu she’d managed to snag off a well-meaning college buddy would hopefully help. Vincent was so busy making a ruckus that she was able to sneak almost right up to the door without being noticed. She poked her head around the frame, pushing her razor-ended hair out of her heavily done-up eyes.

“Did someone say mattress surfing?” She purred, sticking her hand holding the Malibu into the door as a sort of offering to the gate trolls. She wasn’t sure who would remember her, but she knew there was no way anyone would say no to a guest with booze.

----outfit---

[Trapper Petano]

Trapper wasn’t a party person so when she heard about a party she wondered what in the world was wrong with her? She wanted to go! Yeah, Trapper was trying to do what Cath wanted her to do, to stop running away from everything, stop hiding from her self and others. At least at a party there wouldn’t be any animals there to talk to her, well not the four legged kind anyway.

So trapper put on a purple print sun dress as it was the dressiest thing she had with her rather simple flats again because she didn’t have anything else. Trapper didn’t have any make up but put her hair up and made it look fancy for the party, with a once over look in the mirror she was off.

There was a slight chill to the air, Trapper wished she brought a sweater. She walked faster in a vain effort to warm herself, it was only a few blocks and before she knew it she was there. At the corner of the property she could see others walking to the house, Trapper was having second thoughts and turned to leave yet didn’t want to let in to her fear . . . Again.

Turning back around she walked up the house and walked in with the others that were showing up, she forced a smile saying “Hi” to people as they past. Trapper really didn’t know how to act in this crowd so she went for the food, she didn’t have to speak as long as food was in her mouth.

Someone handed her an open can of soda and she thank the person, nodding as she took a long sip from the ice cold cola, a spiked cola at that and after that can she was talking up a storm with anyone that would listen . . . Clearly the girl never had a ‘drink’ before.

[Uschie Färber]

*outfit

She was older. She could buy booze. The people at this party had to love her. Besides, even if they didn't know her - they would soon. And if they didn't like her? Well, she was almost completely sure these heels wouldn't scratch whatever table she danced on. And if they did?

Well, it could be called a 'good memory.'

She loved parties, and it was warm out, so she could easily slip into her usual outfits of a dress and some heels. She might've been dressed a little formally for a high school party, but she'd heard 'party' and that's all she needed.

Her hair was curled and her make-up done, pink blush and pink lips with glitter on top. All her shimmered a little, and she was very okay with it. It was the weekend, she didn't have work tomorrow, and anyways, she doubted there was enough alcohol at this entire party to get her smashed..

She'd heard through a grapevine from one of her guy friends at a bar about this - but he was having fun at a bar, and she decided she was tired of the bar. So, why not crash a high school party?

She saw another girl going in before her, and smiled. Malibu. The cutie pie had brought Malibu - and look at her little white shorts! Uschie wore white shorts, sometimes. Rarely - she always would rather a skirt or a dress, naturally.

But at least she wasn't the only one with manners. You never show up to a party empty-handed, and neither of her hands were empty. Even her clutch was tucked under one arm, as she had a 24-pack of redbull in one hand, and a handle of jaegermeister in the other. Her criteria? Already decided.

Anyone who took a jaegerbomb had to do it with her. Anyone who took a jaegerbomb had to at least know her name first, and she theirs. That's how she'd get to know this new bunch of Hammellites, which wasn't necessarily her goal, but as long as the parties were still like they were 'back in the day' four years ago, then she was sure she'd get along just fine with most of them. Who knew? Maybe there'd even be someone here her age.

As she walked in, she let the familiar atmosphere fill her, hoping everyone trusted her because she brought the items for jaegerbombs, or got over themselves quickly. She wasn't here to steal or break things - Uschie was here to do what she did all the time. Party.

[Sakhmet Richmond]

Sakhmet had spent nearly two days holed up in the kitchen preparing for tonight. She'd even bullied Delilah into helping her some when her brothers weren't around and her brothers into helping as much as they were able the rest of the time.

She'd left setting up the tables to the boys, knowing full well that they would eat at least a quarter of the food before the guests even arrived, but she wanted to dress cute and she'd managed to spill tomato sauce all over the outfit she'd been cooking in.

She could hear the doorbell ring from her room, could hear the laughter and the chatter as guests began to filter in. She'd met a few of Horus' friends before, but she hadn't seen them in awhile. She hoped they wouldn't be too rowdy; Ra was sure to notice if any vases were broken when he came home.

"So, Delilah." She asked as she slipped on a polka dotted dress, "You're coming down, aren't you?"

Her house guest had expressed some discomfort with the idea, but Sakhmet desperately wanted her to attend. After all, the other woman was her friend now, and she ought to enjoy a party with the rest of her friends. And besides, Sakhmet had invited Avinea to spend the night so she wouldn't get in trouble at Hammel, and it would be awkward to explain Delilah's presence if she didn't even go to the party.

[Avinea Jale]

When Avi had first heard about this party she had heard it from Socks. She figured it might be fun to go, but she would need to ind a way around Hammel rules. Honestly Avi was not a rule breaker and going would require breaking rules. When she informed Socks about this she was surprised that she had invited her over. Avi had readily accepted with the invitation with the premise that she would be helping to do the dishes and clean up. Avi was just glad to get out of Hammel for a while.

When the day of the party came Avi was ready for it. She had gone into pilot ridge and gotten a vast amount of soda and snacks, she knew others would be bringing beer and such but she was underage and couldn't very well go buy some. Avi also know that it was not polite to show up without anything. That was just rude. She double checked the address that Socks had given her and had made her way to the front door at the appropriate time.

Dressed in a very party appropriate outfit Avi walked into the Richmond house, since, a) the door was open, and b) all of the snacks she was carrying were beginning to fall. She quickly looked around surveying the people and realized that she did not know anyone here. Frowning she spotted the snacks table and set down all of her things to wait for Socks. Where was she anyway? This was her party wasn't it? Sighing she smoothed out her shirt and walked over to the other people, careful to make sure she was talking to the hosts.

At least, she assumed they were the hosts. The majority of the guests were surrounding them and they had the “host” look on their face. “Hey guys whats happening? I brought snacks and such. ” Avi looked at the other people as she scanned the room. She really felt sort of awkward not talking to Socks, after all socks was the one who had invited her. Avi barely knew Horus from school, she thought they maybe had one or two classes together, but that was it, but it was his party after all and she figured she better be polite to the host. “How is it going Horus?” She had also spotted three others faces that looked vaguely familiar. One was, oh shoot who was he again? That's right, Vincent, and the other she thought might have been a few grades ahead of her. There were two others that had caught her attention, one being the girl she had met in the shoe store, and the other was one who was in her chemistry class. Avi made it a habit to smile politely at them both as she stood there waiting for Socks to show up.

[Delilah Pryce]

Parties. Delilah had been to more than her share in her life, but never really a high school party. She was considerably much older than any of the kids here, but that really didn't matter any as her small size an stature made her appear a bit younger than she really was. Sakhmet had been nagging and nagging Delilah to come downstairs for the party and finally, after enough bullying, Delilah gave in. Of course, this was a given and to be honest, Delilah had planned on attended the party after the first time Sakhmet had asked. Sakhmet held much sway with Delilah, whether she knew it or not. If the young woman asked Delilah to walk barefoot into hell, then Delilah would do it with a smile on her face.

In Sakhmet's bathroom, Delilah stood in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection. The sounds from downstairs indicated the party was going strong had been for a few hours now. Sakhmet had been kind enough to lend Delilah her clothes during her stay here, but Delilah had finally decided to start poking out into the outside world again. She had plenty of money stashed with her car back at the local store all lot. So, while Sakhmet had been out one day, Delilah had went out shopping a bit. She already had concocted a believable enough story when Sakhmet inquired where the money was coming from. Delilah would say she had been doing some jobs around town, delivering packages for local businesses to try and make a few extra bucks.

It was nice to be in something she was more accustomed to for a change. She wore a tight fitting black velvet tee with very short sleeves which stopped just past her shoulders along with a pair of low rise jeans and a sandals. She had darkened the area around her eyes with dark eyeliner and eye shadow and even painted her nails black. Yeah, she looked like a goth queen, but it was Delilah's look. Her long black curly hair hung about her shoulders as usual, which was about all she could really do with it anyway.

Sakhmet's voice from the other room brought Delilah back to reality and she took a deep breath. Socializing wasn't one of Delilah's strengths, but for Sakhmet's sake, she would hold her temper back as best she could and play the happy host. Taking a step away from the bathroom mirror, Delilah opened the bathroom door and stepped into Sakhmet's bedroom. Sakhmet was dressed well as always and unsurprisingly had chosen a dress for the party. This was just one of the many things Delilah liked about Sakhmet, her commitment to style. "My, aren't we the sexy one," she said with a slight laugh, but with more seriousness than Sakhmet might realize. "One thing I should warn you of though, I tend to drink....like...alot."

[Sett Richmond]

The amount of people showing up suddenly bloomed and Sett was pulled away from Ember and Horus and into a throng of people he did not recognise. Which was okay. He loved meeting new people anyway!

As he interacted with everybody around, including sneakily playing cat and mouse with Vincent, he didn't ignore the buffet spread Sakhmet had laid out. How could he? Sakhy's food was incomparable.

He almost didn't notice the dark haired girl hovering around his little sister. That would be addressed later. Right now, mattress surfing was top priority. "Russ! I'm not bringing all of 'em down m'self so ye git ye lazy arse up the stairs with me." He pulled Horus away from his friends by piggyback and went upstairs to get all the single mattresses available and brought it to the top of the stairs.

"Alright ye crazy people!" He announced to the people downstairs. "Git yer arses up here then!"

[Sakhmet Richmond]

Sakhmet beamed at the compliment, pirouetting to show off her dress. "You like?" She giggled, fluttering her eyelashes at the older woman. Delilah was dressed more casually, though she'd gone with a rather dark look. Still, there was a reason that black was perennially popular: it was difficult to go wrong with black.

The concept of drinking a lot was a familiar one, insomuch as all of her brothers were big drinkers, not to mention the weed Horus and his friends somehow managed to get their grubby little paws on, so she just shrugged nonchalantly to this confession, "You won't be the only one."

Then an idea hit and she added, "If you like drinking then we should go harass Sett when he's at work sometime. He's a bartender at Kali's."

But really she was interested in partying, not in discussing the fact that Delilah shared her brothers' penchant for drinking, so she grabbed her friend by the hand and dragged her down the stairs. "Come on, come on." She urged, pushing past Sett as he made his way up the stairs, shouting something about mattresses, and then pausing at the bottom stair as she searched for Avinea. Ah, there she was, talking with Horus.

"Avi!" She waved, admiring the scarf her friend was wearing for a top. "Avi, over here! I want you to meet someone."

She turned to look over at Delilah with a smile, "Avi's a sweetheart. She's spending the night, that was the only way she could get permission from her school to be out this late."

[Zachary LaRousse]

When Zac first decided to go and crash grace the Richmond/Horus’ party, he didn’t really see himself having quite the bunch of misfits tagging along with him. It’s not like he’ll feel ostracized or awkward when he goes alone anyway – he’d bet a million bucks it’ll be a mostly Hammel crowd anyway. And besides, with an ego like his, he could never feel awkward about most anything.

It was only when he started thinking about what he’d wear and what he’s supposed to bring (or if he’s bringing anything to share at all) did the thought of dragging his two ‘minions’ come to mind. The party just wouldn’t be the same without them, or at least he thinks it won’t be. While he’s fairly certain both of them would go anyway (Robbie’s a butterfly and JD’s no pariah despite being such a prude), he just rounded them both up just to be sure. And in the process of bullying the two twits to join him he picked up an additional two more: Robbie insisted he bring his roommate Jared over, while Zac’s roommate Jace was in the room when the three musketeers were talking about the party and Zac felt it was only courteous to drag him in too.

At least they all fit in his car.

The day (or is it night already?) of the party, he rounded his troupe up and stopped by Pete for a bit to grab the drinks and other stuff he asked for him to buy (he can’t attend empty-handed after all) before heading to the Richmond’s. Once there, he took it to himself to bring the goodies to the kitchen. He was just planning to leave it there and go mingle but suddenly found himself staying far longer than he would’ve imagined. The food was just heavenly. “There’s no way Horus or Nublet would’ve done this, I’m sure of that,” he mused, though it would’ve been a bit louder than he would’ve wanted it to be.

And nope, he doesn’t really care that he’s dressed more for a fetish club than a house party.

ooc:
FINALLY! Heeeh. <3.
- Jam