PARTAY!! - Open

[Mia Keystone]

Despite her general dislike of all things that needed H2O to live, Mia enjoyed parties. A lot. Whether it was the alcohol, the drama, catching all the drama on the tiny camera she wore in her hair, blackmailing students later about said drama, something about them attracted her. And if applying dark purple lipstick to an otherwise everyday if somewhat confrontational outfit counted as dressing up, she'd dressed up.

Speaking of alcohol... While she was something of a lightweight, being the size of your average house elf, Mia never did anything by halves, as the bottle of Jack Daniels making friends with Mr Shmirnoff in her tote bag could vouch. Arriving late, because it was a house party and that was what you did, the technopath opened the door and took in the scene.

Well, first things first. Sensing where the sound system was, Mia weaved her way through the people and placed a hand on the speakers. Her eyes glazed over as she sorted through the music, then grinned. Excellent. Giving the subwoofer a little tweak or two, Mia set her new playlist on and ignored the murmur as the crap pop that had been playing cut out. Bar 9's bass was like sex. They'd get used to it.

The bass felt like a heartbeat under her feet and while her fluro jeans meant people could see her and get out of her way, it still took longer then she would have liked to find something worth stopping for.

"My my," the technopath laughed, pulling out a camera quickly. "Say cheese, Zac. L.C is gonna love this," because Mia was one hundred percent sure that blond on his lap was not his current, angry, violence prone girlfriend. Looking up at the now shirtless speedster, she snapped another one, just because.

"Nice abs, Paerson," it was hard not to leer, so she just went with it.

[Delilah Pryce]

Sharing Sakhmet with others wasn't something Delilah enjoyed, even when it was with Sakhmet's own brothers. This new girl, Avi, called out to Sakhmet in the form of some crude nickname, making Delilah frown a bit more. She liked the sound of Sakhmet's full name as it was exotic and rare. Granted Delilah had found Sakhmet's name amusing the first time she heard it, but it had grown on her rather quickly. Sakhmet didn't seem to mind the nickname and the smile on her face indicated that these two young girls had known each other for some length of time. Delilah couldn't help but wonder if these two might share a more intimate relationship and that thought made Delilah all the more jealous.

With a hard pressed effort, Delilah put forth her best fake smile and nodded to Avi. She would play the good guest and make nice with Sakhmet's friends, just as she had been doing with her brothers. Delilah had never been one to hold back her words on what she thought of others or the things around her, but for Sakhmet she was making changes. It was funny how a woman so much younger than her, could hold this much sway and control over Delilah. Sakhmet had the reigns when Delilah was in her presence and while Delilah was certainly the more experienced of the two, Sakhmet was the more adjusted one. The feelings Delilah was feeling for Sakhmet were still very confusing, trapping Sakhmet somewhere between mother figure and hopeful lover. Delilah had not expressed her attraction to Sakhmet out loud yet for fear of rejection. She knew Sakhmet liked other women, but Delilah just wasn't sure what Sakhmet's type was. Delilah herself preferred the more feminine types, such as young miss Sakhmet, even though she herself was not very feminine.

"I'm Delilah," she said in a somewhat polite tone but rather loudly so as to make sure that Avi could hear her over the music. The music had changed now, something with more bass, but Delilah paid it very little attention. "Well, I could enjoy the party more if I had some liquor in me," she said in response to Avi's question. "I think I saw some Jaeger somewhere. You girls up for a couple of shots?," she asked, looking from Avi to Sakhmet. Delilah was going to push all this jealousy aside and enjoy the night. It was time to have some fun and let loose, plus it had been way too long since Delilah had had a good stiff drink.

[Anubis Richmond]

Anubis nearly squealed with delight when Zac lifted him off the ground, latching onto his shoulders tightly and nuzzling into the mimic's neck. "I live here! Of course I'd be here." He giggled, his entire face lit up with his smile. "But I had to make sure I looked good. Apparently only you, that one girl, and me care about that, though. Honestly, what are some of these people wearing?" He made a face, once again reinforcing that he's way too shallow for his own good.

He went along with Zac away from the crowd, tucked up to his side as close as he could be. "I always miss you when you're not right here with me." Nub cooed, wiping a little excess frosting from the corner of Zac's mouth. "I see you've been enjoying Sahkie's treats! They're great, huh?" He licked his finger clean, happily ignoring everyone that wasn't Zac.

"It's almost done!" Anu was actually quite eager to show the completed project to Zac. Usually his brothers and his sister were the only other ones to wear the clothes that he made, so it was exciting to make them for someone else. Especially Zac, because in Nub's eyes he was perfect. "Maybe you should come up to my room later and try it on?" He raised up on his toes and gently kissed Zac's chin, his tone maybe a little more suggestive than it should have been.

Thankfully, a shirtless JD appeared then. Nub turned his attention (reluctantly) away from Zac for the introductions and waved cheerfully to the new face. "Hi there!" There was nothing particularly offensive about JD that might have sparked his catty side, so he was content with being friendly for now. "If you need a shirt, I can get you one?" Except then Zac mentioned being shirtless and now Anubis is excited. "You can take yours off! I won't mind!" We know you won't, Nub.

The flash of a camera caught his attention next and he blinked his eyes rapidly. He stared for a moment at the girl holding it, then leaned up to whisper in Zac's ear, "What's an L.C. and who's the creepy midget?"

[Trapper Petano]

While Trapper wasn’t a party person, this party would take the cake! Oh cake?! Suddenly popped into her mind, her spiked cola all gone, she went in search of another along with wanting cake to! Music blarred and bodies were floating above the crowd some on mattress’s and some on shoulder. “I wantta play!” she yelled out trying to claw her way on top of one of the floating mattress’s.

For once Trapper felt free, she spoke without fear of feeling like a freak or being judged, she loved this new feeling that soda gave her and even though she fought for a space on the floating mattress she was on the hunt for more of that soda also.

[JD Paerson]

JD bit back a biting remark when he saw it was just Zac. It wouldn't do any good anyway. He cast a glare over at Mia and thought about trying to put on his wet shirt, but it wasn't his plan to get into a wet t-shirt contest.

"Um," he said, debating the blond guy's offer. "Would you even have anything that would fit? And isn't...uh, glittery?"

But the conversation wandered away in any case. Apparently the plan was for everyone to end up shirtless. JD rolled his eyes and regretted ever starting the whole thing.

He reached over and grabbed a cup for some beer. This was mostly because he was uncomfortable currently, and the quickest solution he knew to that was a little bit of alcohol. Or...maybe more than just a little.

"Seriously, though," he said to the glitter guy again, "If you have something that'll fit I'll take it."

He glanced around again and spied Mia once more. He frowned. She wasn't known to be a party type. She was far more of a blackmail-you-first-ask-questions-later type. Which meant this whole event was probably just meant to be more fodder for everything.

"Just a sec," he said, excusing himself from Zac's presence and walking over to the technopath.

"Where's the camera?" he asked her, looking down. She was remarkably tiny, and now that he was standing in front of her he almost felt like an elephant next to a mouse. "Are you going to end up putting these all up on the web or something?" He didn't have to follow the gossip circles all that well to be aware of all the photos that had been going around and who was a likely source.

[Sett Richmond]

He shrugged as Fifi gripped his hand to get up. "My pleasure." Came his reply as he nodded when the girl stood up right. Sett was being extremely polite with this one, even though alarms were starting to set in his head. The girl couldn't have been any older than Horus. That meant jailbait.

No...he was not going there. This was a party! No thinking allowed!

But damn it all if his name didn't sound good coming from those lips. A smile picked up as he realised she knew about Egyptology than other people he'd met. "You've done your research," he commented, his smile turning into a smirk. "Interesting might be a little overkill. Amusing, possibly. Still up in the air." He chuckled as his hand gesticulated in the air.

"Well right this way, m'lady." He stepped back to give a little bow before extending a hand out to her once more. "So what are you up for?" Sett asked, turning away from Fifi when he heard his name being called out. He used his other hand to wave at the caller before turning back to Fifi.

[Horus Richmond]

In the best interests of Zac, Horus is blanking out the fact that his older brother is fawning all over him. Ugh gross. Herpes LaRousse smarming on his epicly awesome big bro. Still, as the mattress reached the bottom of the stairs, he grinned at Fifi and helped her up.

"Sett stop flirtin'." He smirked, nudging his brother, before climbing up onto his shoulders. "S'y'gonna help m'start settin' up some hot drinks?" He asked, tugging on Sett's hair like a toddler, before leaping off of him and charging over to get the party started. Maybe, despite the fact everyone knew Mia was a bitch, she'd get L.C to find out about Zac's infidelity and they could have some sort of epic fight and Nub would realise that LaDouche was not the right guy for him.

"JD!" He suddenly yelled, looking at the poor guy with the stain. "'gnore Nub, his shirts are all fancy an' he'll deck y'if they get stained, hold it a tick an' I'll getcha one o'my oversized t-shirts." Whisking off upstairs and to the attic, he found a simple green t-shirt and waved it over at the speedster, throwing it at him. "There y'go."

Eventually, buzzing around like a spastic blonde midget, Horus found himself in front of Delilah, and he smiled benignly at her. "Hey Deli." He said brightly. "Y'wanna come dance wi'me? Jus' as friends?" He looked hopefully, offering his hands out.

[Zachary LaRousse]

Anubis’ giggling and cooing promptly earned similar remarks from the mimic, happily carrying him across the crowd and towards the kitchen as he devoured another couple of delicious Sakhmet creations. No need to worry about the excess sugar he’s putting into his body right now; he just made a mental note to burn it off tomorrow. Or the day after, since he has a feeling he’d have quite the hangover tomorrow morning.

“You don’t need to try Nubie, you’re always gorgeous, you know that?” Hooray sappy lines. Add a little tracing of the jawbones here and a signature Zac-pinch on the nose there and you’ve got a rather sappy chic flick scene. “Ha. They decided not to try. It’s not like any amount of make-up could hide how hideous they looked anyway.” Yes Zac, indulge Nublet’s inherent shallowness. Possibly one of the reasons why he’s drawn to the blonde – he’d never ‘drown’ when he’s around. Considering how shallow the mimic is in his own right two, well, they’re quite the match.

He grinned at Nublet’s suggestion, catching the hint the moment it was said. “In a bit Nublet,” he chuckled, ruffling the blonde’s hair a bit, “I’ll have to help my best friend for a bit. Make him know that walking around shirtless isn’t the worst thing that could happen. Such a prude really.” He said those last few parts extra loudly, so even if he wasn’t talking to JD, he’d hear it. Then he bent down slightly and whispered to the alchemist, “Who knows, maybe he could join us?”

Please note that Zac is completely not serious with that comment. He says he’s already seen what JD has to offer and he wasn’t looking forward to seeing him in action. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. (I’m fairly sure JD shares the sentiment).

“I think I left a shirt in Nub’s room before. We’re roughly the same size, right?” Not really, but it’d do. “Want me to get it?” But then Mia suddenly arrived with a camera. Great. “I-I don’t know what she’s talking about,” said Zac as he was asked about L.C. “Maybe an admirer. I have lots remember?” Oh god. If L.C. could hear him right now...he wouldn’t want to think about it. Thank goodness JD seems to be on top of things and is already using his imposing height over that creepy imp.

“Nope. No shirts for him,” grinned Zac, intercepting the shirt Horus threw, “Come on Horus. Let the boy have his fun.” Now all he needs to do is find Fifi, get JD drunk and lock them in a room. Hopefully Nublet would help him.

[Anubis Richmond]

Zac's attention made Anubis feel like he was on cloud nine. He didn't care if the lines were sappy, he only cared that it was Zac saying them. "Not as gorgeous as you!" He chirruped, nuzzling into the mimic's hands as they traced his face. "I mean really, no one even remotely compares to you, no matter how hard they try." I dread to think how big Zac's head is going to be by the end of this party.

He leaned against Zac's chest contentedly while Zac and JD talked, laughing a little. "Not everything I own is glittery, believe it or not!" He said with a smile. Just because he likes the shiny doesn't mean he bedazzles everything he owns. (Although it's pretty close.) "But I think Sett's stuff would fit you better." As Zac's lips brushed against his ear, he shivered a little, though went board-stiff with the suggestion that JD could join them. Looking almost horrified, he twisted his fingers in Zac's shirt and whined, "Noooo! No, you're mine!" He pouted, burying his face into Zac. Sharing is not a concept that Nub is comfortable with.

Thankfully his Bubba decided to appear then, serving as a distraction and making a comment about his shirts as well. "Hey! I was going to get him one of Sett's! He's too busy ROBBING THE CRADLE to care." He shouted those three words in Sett's direction. He'd seen the girl that he was toting around with him, and she looked Horus' age, maybe even younger. But Horus was gone almost as soon as he had come and Zac was trying to play off his relationship with L.C. It's good for him that Nub will believe pretty much everything he says. "Hmph, well, whoever it is, they can't have you." He peered over at Mia again and made a face.

"Did she get dressed in the dark or something? She's like... ugh... a trashy neon hooker. It hurts my eyes!" He lifted his hands and covered his face with them, though parted his fingers to look up at Zac and giggled. "I like this view a loooot better." He almost didn't notice Horus' return, too busy admiring Zac, but it didn't seem to matter because disappeared back into the crowd as soon as the shirt had been thrown. "Poor JD. He looks so sad about his stained shirt!"

[JD Paerson]

No, no, no, no. Why was Zac following him? What, did he have an obsession or something?

Oh, wait. Zac. He doesn't make sense. That's right.

JD rolled his eyes over the billionaire's comments. He did perk up a bit when Horus ran off to grab a shirt. He stretched up his hand to catch the flying ball of green fabric, but when Zac intercepted it he growled.

"Give it back, Zac," he said in a low voice. "You lying weasel." He was getting quite sick of this whole thing and honestly was ready to just head home. He couldn't run home like this, though. It was summer, but it still got cold at night in the high hills of Vermont. He also didn't want to have to arrive on campus shirtless.

"Why are you leading him on like that?" he asked, pointing to Nub. "What, hasn't he learned yet that you're just going to have a one-night stand or something?" He turned to the glitter guy. "If I were you, I'd ditch him before he can ditch you."

And with that angry retort he snatched the shirt out of Zac's hand, slipped it over his head, and went off to go sulk in a corner again, nursing his drink.

[Mia Keystone]

Zac was denying L.C? This would be good. At the blonde boy's remark she just smirked. "Aw, because someone who thinks that is attractive has such better taste," It was clear, the way her lip curled as she started at the little billionaire, what she was referring to. Why did Zac's top have no back? Wasn't that a girl's fashion thing?

"Zac's in a serious, monogomous," she sounded the syllables out slowly, like she was talking to a baby, "relationship with a girl who will just love to see how her boy acts when she turns her back." It occurred to her to get Horus to confirm the story, but then she realised that she didn't really care. Besides, L.C would be much more likely to (literally) tear strips off the mimic if she saw some action shots rather then just heard a bit of a rumor.

But enough of that, there were more interesting things (for her anyway) on the horizon. Zac's little spat had discrated her enough that she'd only muttered a "eh?" at JD's question but if a guy talked to her at a party he was fair game.

And the J stood for Jonah, didn't it? Not that that was important.

With a bright "I hope you catch syph, the pair of you," the tiny technopath hoisted her bag over her arm and followed JD to his corner. "Looked better with the shirt off," she said honestly, "bit of a conversation starter, was sure to get you in with the ladies." Looking around, it was hard for Mia to supress a snort at the fact he was, in fact, sulking in a corner, where two walls met, like some little child who'd had his toy taken away.

Still, the drink prompted her and one nail bitten hand fumbled around in her bag until she found her bottle. "Spike your drink?" Mia offered archly, waving the borbon up in the air in an attempt to get it in the tall kid's eye line. "I'd charge you, but anyone who insults Zac gets a free shot,"

Or two... if you take the shirt off again.

It had been awhile. By her standards, anyway.

[Zachary LaRousse]

If When questioned, Zac would be a complete and total cheating jerk scumbag and tell L.C. that Mia was twisting the truth. That he was under pressure. That she was a technopath and has the ability to distort photos. That they were taken out of context.

That she should have total faith in him because he’s loyal and would not cheat behind her back. Ever.

How wonderful really.

In any case, he’s got a handful of excuses and alibis ready already, ranging from Nubie being so drunk that he doesn’t know what he’s doing anymore, to it being a harmless dare. “Don’t mind her Nubie. She’s just upset because no matter how hard she tries, she can’t get inside my pants,” he said, sending a glare towards Mia (something he’s not sure she got, considering her imposing height and the number of bodies that suddenly passed in between them). His eyes widened when she said the whole monogamous spiel, his hand around Nubie’s shoulders tightening as his frown became more prominent. “Like I said, she’s an obsessed midget Nublet,” he added, pinching the blonde’s nose bridge.

And when he thought the worst has come and pass, JD just had to tell that to Anubis. How he wishes he was a telepath right now (so he could’ve told JD And I thought you were my friend?!). He was in so much shock that the shirt was taken from his hand, his fingers posed no resistance whatsoever.

When he saw Mia look at JD and follow him, he had this strange urge to poke his nose in his business once more and ward the imp away. No way was he letting the 5-foot monster get in his best friend’s pants. But then, considering how he stopped being his wingman all of a sudden, he figures, what the heck. “Let him be horrified the next morning, if anything will happen anyway,” he said, throwing his hands up and rolling his eyes, “Come on Nubie, you still have to show me my vest.”

So much for being loyal.

[JD Paerson]

JD was a bit surprised that Mia had followed him over to his corner. He simply grunted at her comment, though he was secretly pleased that someone had actually enjoyed looking at him. It was good to know that you weren't completely disgusting.

"What do you want, Mia?" he said with a frown. At her offer, he debated for a moment. There was a definite chance that there might be more in the drink than there seemed. Yet it probably wouldn't matter much. It wasn't like he'd really had much so far.

"Sure," he said, holding out his cup. "Glad I get a free shot, then. How much do you normally charge, so I can put a price tag on each insult I offer the billionaire?" He had a list of insults. Maybe he could sell them and make a quick buck.

"Why are you even here? I didn't get an answer. Is it just for the blackmail? 'Cause we both know you don't like people." He was of a similar mind, in fact, though he didn't take it as far. But they were similar in that they both seemed to feel that getting involved with others was messy and, in most cases, not worth the bother.

He took another deep drink, purposely draining the cup. Not because he wanted to impress anyone or anything. Just...because.

"Everyone here is so...shtupid," he said, pointing around him at the rest of the people running around. He heard the lisp in his voice and frowned. Had he had that much already? It was probably time to stop. So he set his cup down and looked around. "You think they have any food here?" He'd go look for it himself, but he wasn't completely sure he wanted to leave the safety of his corner. As long as he had his back against the wall, no one could sneak up on him for any reason.

[Anubis Richmond]

It was lucky for Zac that Anubis had blindly placed his trust in him. Mia's tone and demeanor rubbed the Richmond the wrong way, so he wasn't going to give her words another thought. Well, as far as truth went, that is. He certainly wasn't going to let her get away without some bitching. "Please," he sighed, "At least looking at his face doesn't make me want to vomit, unlike yours, which is about as attractive as a baboon's ass."

Nub wrinkled his nose as he leaned into Zac's side, looking up at the mimic with a sweet smile when he felt his arm tighten around him. "I suppose it can't be helped." He said to Zac. "When you're that hideously ugly, no one of value wants to be around you. That's a face that not even a mother could love." I am so sorry, Anubis' catty side tends to get the better of him.

"I hope you get hit by a bus." Nub replied with a sickeningly sweet tone, wiggling his fingers at Mia, before moving away with Zac, snatching another cupcake as they passed by the table. Once they were far enough away from the pair of them, Nub stopped looking so confident. It had nothing to do with Mia and everything to do with JD. He was quiet for a moment, peeling the paper away from the cupcake and nibbling at the frosting. "Zachie?" He ventured quietly, looking up at the mimic with wide eyes. "Um... you're not going to ditch me, are you?" It wasn't like Nub to be insecure, but with JD and Mia both seeming to agree that he was only something on the side, it made the blonde worry.

He looked down at the cupcake again, as if it held all the answers. "And... you don't really have a girlfriend, do you?" Not that it mattered too much, because if he did, Nub would try to do all that he could to prove he was better. A little competition didn't hurt, did it?

[Fifi Hart]

Fifi waved off his compliment with a quiet pfft. “I read a lot of books.” She pressed her finger to her lips to shush him, winking. “It’s a secret. But I try to actually understand what I’m reading.”Man he looked good in that smirk.

She nudged his side after taking his hand, grinning widely. “Oh give yourself some credit. If I were you I’d use my cool Egyptian god-status name to get chicks.” Fifi playfully peeked at him through one eye. “If that’s not what you’re doing already.”

‘Cause it was totally working.

Chuckling mischievously, Fifi shrugged her thin shoulders. “What am I up for? That’s an awfully loaded question, Sett.” She looked at him, almost a challenge. “What’s on the menu?”
Huh. She’d sorta missed flirting.