PARTAY!! - Open

[Fifi Hart]

Fifi was almost immediately pushed into the kitchen by the flow of people into the home. She uncapped the Malibu and went with the flow, taking a shot directly out of the bottle. A little disoriented from all the people pushing, She paused there by the table for a moment, plunking the Malibu on the table. It was getting crowded! That was good. And the food. She looked out at Sakhmet’s spread and whistled. Someday she’d need to learn to cook like that.

Later.

When there were fewer eye candies around.

Speaking of eye candy…

Her already meager inhibitions gone in a combination of a shot of alcohol and perhaps a little bit of abuse of her powers, Fifi snuck up behind Zac and cheekily smacked his backside, winking playfully at him. “Lookin’ fine, LaRousse.” She complimented, waving to Robbie (whom she barely knew) and JD. Immediately she regretted her brash greeting, clearing her throat awkwardly and trying to play it off. “Didn’t expect you to be here, good to see youuu~Ooohmygod.” Fifi’s words ran together as she, for the first time, caught sight of one of Horus’ siblings.

Staring blatantly up the stairs at Sett, Fifi grinned mischievously. Patting Zac on his shoulder, she darted out of the room. “Later boys!” and up the stairs. Dodging the mattresses was one thing, getting to Sett before he ran off to do something else was another. “Me first?” She asked, giving Sett the once over. Later she would have to admonish Horus for not pointing out that his family was fucking hot. With a flirtatious grin, she extended her hand to the older Richmond. “Fiona Hart. Nice to meet you…? I’m guessing you’re a Richmond.”

[JD Paerson]

JD was used to crashing parties and to showing up rather late. He was not, however, used to going to parties with anyone else and arriving before everyone else was too far gone to remember he'd ever been there. But there was a first time for everything.

He wasn't planning to put on anything special for the evening, but when he saw Zac's get-up he debated on putting on something a little nicer. Not kinky, the way the billionaire seemed to go, but maybe a collared shirt. Before he could sling something else on, though, they were out the door and piled into the car.

Naturally, JD demanded shotgun and threatened to run the whole way there if he didn't get his way, so he was the one who still had leg room and wasn't busy stretching himself out as he walked into the house. He had plenty of time to get an eyeful of all that was going on.

Fifi greeted him and moved on, and it seemed to JD that it would be a good idea for him to move out of the way as well. He didn't want to be permanently attached to Zac. So he sidled through the crowd and made for a spot where he could pretend to hold up the wall, which was his attempt to look cool and nonchalant.

He recognized quite a few of the students from Hammel, but there were a couple that he wasn't familiar with. He gathered, though, that they were relatives of some of the students, which made sense. He chose not to grab a drink just yet. He preferred to keep his head for just a bit longer, at least so he could enjoy watching some of the other antics around him.

When he heard some people calling out at the top of the stairs, he turned carefully--he was leaning against the staircase, so he actually had to crane his neck a bit--to see who was there. Lo and behold, three beautiful young women. He was just about to try to go introduce himself to the group, but as he turned he accidentally bumped into someone, spilling their drink onto his shirt.

"Damn it," he muttered. "Now what am I going to wear?" He was glad, though, that he hadn't worn the button-up shirt.

He started wiping at his shirt and said without looking up to see who was there, "Sorry about that. Hope I didn't get anything on you."

[Horus Richmond]

Okay so MAAAYBE shouting from the rooftops that there was a party at his house wasn't the brightest thing Horus could have done. There were some people there he didn't really know, which was a bit worrying, but they all brought booze or seemed to be nice, so what the hell. It was about time Horus made more friends in Pilot Ridge, so he simply grinned his fool head off, brohugged Vincent, then clapped his hands and stood up on the coffee table.

"Yo sexy bitches." He began in his foghorn voice. "Booze in the kitchen. Help y'fine selves t'food. Mattress surfin' comin' up. An' uh... if y'new, come say hi so 'm not confused." He decided that would solve all of the problems, then promptly grabbed the nearest person and headed upstairs to help Sett shift the single mattresses over to the very top of the stairs.

"Hey Fifs." The blonde grinned, giving the girl a high five. He then glanced down at the rather horrendously full looking living room, and decided he was totally relieved Ra was out for the day. And possibly the night too. Thank you Isis. Horus promises he'll make you a really cute outfit as a present. "Who's gonna come surfin' down wi'me?" He asked with a cheery grin, flomping onto one of the mattresses, before looking down at Sakhmet with a blown kiss.

"Love y'sis. Y'th'best siblings ever." This was a good point actually. With LaRousse arrived looking like a manwhore, that probably meant Anubis would show his head and start being gross and disgusting. He hoped that he would be too busy staring at everyone's shiny stuff to notice ManWhore standing there. Though, he was also half expecting a brawl to happen between Verax and Zac. It wasn't a party without a fight, yeah?

[Sett Richmond]

A line had started to form for the mattress surfing and Sett's head was just bopping to the really loud music. He was about to slide down the banister to get a drink downstairs when he was stopped by a very...very good looking young girl. Alarm bells set off in Sett's head. Yes, he was about ten years older than most of these kids so yes, if he did anything, he'd be tried in court and put in jail forever.

But harmless flirting. What could possibly go wrong?

"Nice to meet you, Fiona Hart. And you guessed right." Sett took her hand and decided not to be too cheesy with a kiss so he just held on to it longer than necessary before letting it go. "You can go with Horus first. I'll meet you downstairs. Want me to hold on to your bottle there?" He eyed the sweaty beer bottle in Fifi's hand and gave her a charming sideways smile.

[Fifi Hart]

Sett’s lingering handshake was met with a lingering gaze and a bit of a girlish giggle. She handed over her bottle as she clambered onto the mattress next to Horus. “Fine, but I better get your first name when I see you down there, Mister Richmond.” Turning her attention to the much younger and much more taken Richmond, Fifi put her fist up for a fist bump. “Let’s ride motherfucker!”

Gripping the sides of the mattress, Fifi stuck her long legs out in front of her, then gasped. “Wait, wait!” Slipping off her Hello Kitty flipflops, she tucked them in the back waistband of her shorts, then nodded curtly at Horus. “Okay. NOW let’s ride.” Rocking the mattress using what meager leverage she had with her weight, Fifi managed to get the mattress tilted at just the right angle with Horus’ help to send them sliding down the staircase at a good clip, hooting all the way.

[November Adams]

Ember stood idly by as she watched people wander into the house, some familiar, others she wasn't even sure knew the Richmond family. Well, Horus had sort of screamed it to the whole of Pilot Ridge that there was a party at his huge home. The brunette grinned, rolling her eyes, as alcohol was introduced to the bunch, and mattresses.

This would end well.

Because the girl had a taste for things other than horse piss (beer), she swiped the bottle of Malibu that had been left on a table and ventured into the kitchen to find something to mix it with. She only returned to the party minute later, jumping to the side, barely avoiding a person rolling off the end of a mattress that had just flown chaotically down the grande staircase. She spotted Fifi up the stairs, getting ready to fly down the stairs, and the interaction between her and one of the older Richmonds. She made a face. Twelve years difference between them? And Fifi was underage. November laughed, making her way past the students toward Horus's brother, leaning against the wall beside him with a raised eyebrow and only slightly amused expression. "Okay, even I'm more legal than that." She said with a laugh.

Lighthearted, but it was still a warning. Get involved with Fifi, and there's bound to be some problems. Besides, she wasn't the most... stable girl that Ember had ever met. She rolled her eyes at the man, but ended with a pointed look she usually reserved only for the original members of the Idiot Brigade. Her drink was sweet and tasted sort of like Skittles, but man was it glorious to have alcohol again. After exams and AP's and evaluations, she just needed a good drink to relax. A good way to be during summer.

Glancing around, her eyes fell on a bouncy blonde. "Sakh!" She shouted, grinning widely at the woman she fancied the most out of the siblings. Besides Horus, of course. Speaking of which, where did he go?

[Uschie Färber]

Mattress surfing?! Outstanding. But she couldn't leave her red bull and jaeger alone - and God knows she had no possible area on her person to put it. She could just chug the jaeger and just use red bull as her 'chaser,' but she'd brought it to share.

With a pout and a childish stomp of one heel, she sighed and turned back to everyone else, seeing.. a table of food. Food. As all Uschie could cook was German food, she looked forward to eating any other food at any given time.. ever. Food.

At seeing some people come down on a mattress, she smiled. They reminded her of a younger her! Oh, except she was German. Very, very German.

Making it to the food table and still keeping an eye on her case of red bull and handle of jaeger, she grabbed as much food as she could fit on a little napkin, devouring them - ever so polite, Germans - before refilling it and moving back over to her alcohol and red bull, looking around and eyeing the.. well. The candy. Too young, too young, too awkward, not dressed near well enough, dressed awfully, dressed awfully, dressed awfully..

There was one guy, up at the top of the stairs, who might've even been older than her, but she'd seen one girl already holding his gaze, and a second had already replaced her.

With a chuckle, she turned back to her food, eating it much more lady-like this time. It was delicious, and she was damn well going to savor it.

[Anubis Richmond]

Nub liked the term "fashionably late." He liked it so much that he managed to be late to a party at his own house. It wasn't that he was trying to be late, really, it was because he had to make sure that he looked absolutely perfect. Once he was dressed in a impeccably tailored suit jacket and pair of fitted pants and had teased his blonde curls to perfection, he finally decided he would come out of his room to enjoy the party that was already in full swing outside his room. Well, sort of.

He saw his brothers at the top of the stairs with mattresses, as well as some other people that he didn't recognize. "Excuse meeee!" He trilled, poking Sett before running down the stairs away from the mattress surfers. It was rather obvious that he had a goal in mind and that goal was finding Zac. Despite all the things that should have distracted him along the way, he only paused at one point to compliment Uschie on her outfit before disappearing again and hunting down his favorite person.

When he finally caught sight of Zac, a huge smile spread across his face and he crept as quietly as he could manage behind LaRousse, then circled his arms around his middle, nuzzling against his mostly bare back. "Hiiiii Zachie." He trilled happily. Excited about the party? Yes, a little, but he was mostly excited for more time with Zac. Someone cover Horus' eyes.

[Delilah Pryce]

Delilah smiled as Sakhmet showed off her outfit along with her figure. The moment was more than delightful, plus Sakhmet wasn't worried about Delilah drinking too much. Then again, that might change later if Delilah did end up drunk for what inhibitions she had right now, might fly right out the window. Holding back her anger had been easier around Sakhmet, but tonight was different. There were a house full of stranger Delilah neither knew nor cared about, plus she had been off her anti-depression medicine for a while now, and was still going through withdraw from her painkiller addiction. The alcohol would be a much missed friend to Delilah tonight, especially when she found the abundance of it all.

Letting Sakhmet take her by the hand and lead her toward the party at breakneck speed, Delilah laughed and giggled out loud. So much she had missed out on in her younger years, but now it seemed fate was going to allow her to catch up on the things she had missed. Sakhmet pushed by one of her brothers, Sett, if Delilah remembered right and she always did. So far, Ra had been the only brother Delilah had had any reaction with and she wasn't too fond of that one.

At the bottom of the stairs, the throng of people and noise hit Delilah like a ton of bricks. Her eyes scanned the crowd, faces instantly committed to memory, the noises filling her ears, drowning out almost everything around her. Delilah felt her chest tighten and her breath become labored, the onset of a panic attack. She looked around nervously, her mind screaming for her to dart back up the stairs and into the safety of Sakhmet's bedroom. It was hard to just stand there and try to look calm, but the sound of Sakhmet's voice fought through the fear and worry to bring a bit of peace to Delilah's panic stricken mind. Taking a deep breath, Delilah focused on Sakhmet and the fun which sparkled in her eyes. This would be a fun night, hopefully.

"Spending the night?," Delilah said in a worried questioning tone. She didn't know this girl who Sakhmet seemed fond of and honestly, she didn't like the idea of sharing any moment of Sakhmet with any other girl. "Great," she said mockingly, trying to sound amused.

[Avinea Jale]

Avi was just sort of standing there when she spotted Socks. Smiling she had started making her way towards her. When her name was called out. Another woman, who looked older, was standing next to her and Avi had wondered who she was.Oh well. If she knew socks she couldn't be all that bad. Looking around for her bag, and finally spotting it by the table of food, she grabbed it and made her way towards Socks and her friend.

As she made her way through the crowd Avi noticed that almost everyone at this party were people she didn't know. She chuckled at the thought and sighed, just a bit. It seemed more people were arriving every second and when someone shouted about mattress surfing Avi quickly but quietly made her way to Socks.

She maneuvered her way there pausing only to hear Horus yell, though she doubted anyone would not hear him yell, then finally made her way to the other girl. Carefully avoiding the mattresses and the people she didn't know. “Hey socks.” Avi offered a smile to the other girl as she was dressed in a dress.She eyed the girl standing next her and smiled at her. “I'm Avinea, But I normally go by Avi as it is easier to say.” Avi smiled to both of the girls and looked around. “Enjoying the party?”

[Zachary LaRousse]

The pompous teen was happily munching on the treats in the kitchen (they were just heavenly! He’s totally going to hunt whoever it is that made them) when somebody suddenly slapped him at the back, catching him off guard and almost making him choke on the cupcake he’s devouring eating. “Shit!” growled the boy as he rubbed his back, turning to see from who the offending slap came from, “When did I not look fine Fiona?” The boy promptly winked back, rather surprised that the girl seemed to be going back to her roots. I thought she’s changed?

It was no secret that the boy’s trying to set his grumpy best friend up with the tactile intoxicator, so once she turned, he immediately motioned for JD to come over and talk to her. While he was rather satisfied that they greeted each other, his face fell down almost immediately when Fifi was seemingly stolen by the older Richmond. “Darn it Dee! Why’d you let her go away like that? Come on! Follow her!” he growled with much urgency, slapping the boy’s backside as he did.

“You can spread out now guys. Robbie, you brought Jared over, you be his babysitter. Jace, please stop being so dorky. Go go go.” And with that final word to his dork troupe, he vanished into the crowd, drink in one hand and a half-eaten cupcake on the other.

He was chatting with a few girls, dodging a few mattress surfers in the process, when he felt a familiar figure wrap around him, chuckling slightly as the said guy nuzzled on his back and sent shivers all around him. “Excuse me for a bit,” he grinned before turning around, easily lifting the blonde alchemist off the floor with his arms, “Where’d you been? I totally thought I wouldn’t see you around.” He gave Nublet’s nose a playful pinch before dragging him away from the crowd, arms wrapped around the Richmond’s waist.

“Miss me?”

[Sett Richmond]

There was no doubt flirtations going on between Fifi and Sett and Sett was not complaining. "Looking forward to it, Miss Hart." He tipped his head forward before sliding down the banister in time with the mattress, not surprisingly with every drop of the Malibu still intact in the bottle.

He helped Fifi off the mattress, ruffling Horus' hair and giving the bottle back to the pretty brunette. "It's Sett." He introduced himself finally. "You want something to eat, Fiona?" He asked, completely oblivious to what was going on with Zac and his younger brother. And basically everybody else in his house. Oh if Ra were to come back now, Sett would be so screwed.

[Fifi Hart]

Fifi squealed loudly in Horus ear when they reached the bottom of the steps, bumping significantly enough to send the slight girl askew. Giggling, she gripped Sett’s hand for help up. “Thanks, Sett.” She said tucking her hair behind her ear as she contemplated letting her powers loose on the older Richmond.

She decided against it.

She had changed, after all.

She only let go of him to reach back and take her flipflops from out of her waistband, tossing them on the floor to tuck her toes back into them. “Sett…” She repeated again, turning the name over in her head. She recognized it from some readings. “…Storms…Foreigners…and Chaos in latter myths?” she offered, knowing well the Richmond parents’ affinity for Egyptology. “Your parents picked an interesting one for you, if I remember right.”

Fiona patted her stomach thoughtfully and gave Sett a cheeky grin. “I’d love something, but only if you show me where it is.”

[JD Paerson]

JD had, as usual, completely ignored Zac's advice and his flirtatious behavior in all aspects. This was primarily because he was determined to not get tied up in whatever trouble being with the billionaire was liable to create. Now he was determined to enjoy himself despite the fact that he didn't really know anyone here and those he did know were mostly busy.

Yet when he'd gotten soaked with beer from someone's cup he found himself forced to actually join the crowd. He had to find whoever owned the house and see if he could borrow a shirt. Assuming that there were actually guys who lived here and not just girls. Whose house was this again?

Oh right. Horus. His party, his house. Usually JD didn't like to spend much time communicating with the other students, but he made an effort now to search out Horus and see if he could ask him about finding another shirt, since he didn't want to walk around in the current one all night.

Finally he managed to get up the stairs, past the mattresses, and through the throng of people, only to discover that Horus was drunk and probably wasn't in the best of conditions to answer questions. Still, at least he would try.

"Horus," JD said, stepping right up to the blonde. He spoke loudly to make sure he could be heard. "Hey, is it okay if I borrow a shirt from someone? Just point me to your room or whatever and I'll try to find an old t-shirt or something." He'd ask one of the other Richmonds, but they all appeared...occupied at the moment.

"Never mind the shirt. I'll just go wash this. Which way is the bathroom?" He walked down the hallway, shaking his head. Everyone here was already in full party mode. He felt like the odd man out...but then he'd never been completely comfortable at parties. There were too many people for his taste.

He pulled his shirt off as he reached the bathroom so he could stick it under the faucet and scrub it. "Is anyone in there?" he asked, knocking on the door. The sound of someone vomiting told him this place was occupied, so he decided instead to head down to the kitchen and try to wash up there.

Instead of putting his shirt back on only to take it off again later, he decided to just run downstairs. Most of these people weren't going to remember any of this anyway, and surely no one would notice him, despite the fact that he stood nearly a head above most of the people there.

He ran through the drunken throngs, down the stairs, past the mattresses--watching out to make sure he didn't get bowled over--and made his way carefully but quickly into the kitchen. He avoided the crowd around the drinks and instead headed over to the sink to try to wash the stain out of his shirt.

It was while he was standing there running water over his shirt that he became aware of someone watching him. He slowly turned to look, already frowning and ready to tell whoever it was to bug off.

[Zachary LaRousse]

Zac would be lying if the presence of a certain blonde Richmond (who is currently curled tight around him) was not a factor whatsoever of his attendance to the said party. While the prospect of a night where he can relax and get wasted is a welcome one (considering how stressful the past few days were), heaven knows that when it comes to the pompous teen, the needs of his ego usually take precedence over whatever other need he might require. He’s only been away from the alchemist for about a week or so, and already he’s already suffering what he calls as ‘withdrawal symptoms’. (The boy’s a drama queen after all). It’s rare that he encounters someone who worships him deeply after all; if he could only tie him around his bed post, or clone Nublet so that he has a pocket-sized one always with him, he would.

And he insists that he’s not crazy.

“How have you been?” grinned the boy, pinching the blonde’s cheeks. Thank goodness L.C. won’t be around else he’d be dead by now. (Or at least he thinks she won’t make an appearance). “So have you finished the vest you told me you’ll make for me?” He saw Nublet’s design before and he was immediately in love. A guy that’ll worship him and make clothes for him – what more could he need?

He was happily feeling the blonde’s curls when a familiar figure caught his eyes. “DeeDee?” he said when he saw the shirtless figure by the bathroom, surprised with a tinge of disbelief, “Woah. You really are fast.” And with that the mimic burst into laughter, not really minding the frown sent to him. Being exposed to it for more than three years how has made him highly resistant, if not entirely immune. “Oh I almost forgot. DeeDee, this is Nublet, Horus’ older brother. Nubie, DeeDee, my slave,” added the boy, introducing the two. “Beat me to being shirtless, I’m jealous.”