[OPEN] Tonight is the night, we’ll fight 'til it’s over

[lar]

Date & Time: Saturday 31st, starting at 9:00 pm o'clock
Location: THE PARTY WAREHOUSE
Characters: ERRBODY
Summary: Ella throws a party. It is awesome. Get your asses in here people. With subthreads for maximum OCDness.
Warnings: Drunk people, loud music, teenage drama! Nothing bad overall though.

[ It was seriously happening.

Food? Check.
Drinks? Check.
Lights? Check.
Music? Check.
DJ ClaudsterRedhead? Check.

There was no time for yet another complete check up, it was now or never. Ella fought the urge of making it a "never" and decided that whatever happened was already out of her control. Best intentions and all, whether it turned to be a great party or not depended on the people that would come. All she hoped was that the guests didn't destroy the place; she was kind of thinking about a future party to come and finding one good spot had been difficult enough.

But enough dillydallying, it was party time! ]]

((OOC: PLEASE WAIT WHILE I PUT THE SUBTHREADS UP. GO GO GO))

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[clario]

You hiding from someone?

[ sweet pea had decided on the cream dress with a sweater baby had helped her pick. a little simple and a little old-fashioned by the standards here, but it is the nicest thing she owns. and she rather likes it.

sweet pea herself looks better. healthier. a little lighter on her feet. she has not quite adjusted yet, she does not want to, this isn't home, but in a way—a lot of ways—it is better than where she had been.

her eyes roam over his tattoos. of all the people to have them... sweet pea raises an eyebrow at him. ]

[bumbles]

H-hi.

( And then, her question registers, and he looks a little bemused, brow furrowed. ) N-no, I um-- I j-just, uh.

( A glance along the wall, as if it might have some kind of solution for him. ) I thought I'd k-keep it c-company.

( Gesturing to the wall, and almost attempting a smile, before he realizes what a dumb joke it was and opting to make a careful study of his shoes, instead, one hand self consciously resting over the tree tattoo - he left them uncovered for a sort of safety net, so he could follow the lines, but instead it's getting looks. Sigh. )

[clario]

[ she smiles anyway. ]

How very gentlemanly of you. [ looking over his shoulder at the wall, she asks: ] You won't mind if I steal him, will you?

[ she grasps his arm under the elbow. ]

Come. I don't think it'll mind. [ she drops her voice to a whisper: ] It hasn't said anything.

[bumbles]

Uhh.

( It's not a no, what are you doing sort of sound, and he doesn't pull back, just kind of ambling along with her because he isn't quite sure what to do. Or why she's speaking to him. Is this the lead in for something which ends with a drink being poured over his head, his head held under water, or getting punched? Because those are the usual things that happens when he attends parties of this sort and people who aren't Max talk to him. Weirdly enough, he feels a little more comfortable at more formal events, but only if he's being Atlas.

Still, he's going along with her, even if he looks a little uncertain. ) It m-might um, might j-just-- be shy? Or p-polite.

[clario]

Hmm. [ she looks over her shoulder as she considers it. ] Maybe. Don't worry. I promise to return you before you're missed just as you were.

[ sweet pea pats his arm, which soon turns to her touching one of the tattoos. ]

When did you get these?

[bumbles]

( This is weird but. He is going to try. And be outside in a capacity that isn't a mission or a thing for Max.

Phew. Okay.

The tattoos are an easier focus, and he taps the one on the inside of his right wrist. ) That w-was um, my first one? And uh, the t-tree I got when um-- ( When I discovered I had magic ) when I w-was t-- t-twenty-one? Like a um, 'c-cause I'm Irish.

( She might be able to tell from the slightly confused accent. Boston and Ireland, joy. )

D-do you? Uh, have any. ( Tattoos. Wait. Is that weird? Maybe it's none of his business and he shouldn't have asked. )

[clario]

[ she laughs. ]

Only if I wanted my mother to cut the arm off.

[ nor was she ever interested in them. tattoos were for the rebellious ones, the malcontents. she was the obedient elder daughter, the pretty one with the excellent grades, the one who would marry soon and marry well, be an excellent housewife and give her parents the grandchildren they wanted.

how quickly everything changes. ]

We didn't hold with that too much in my house.

[ it was one of many arguments her sister had had with their parents. in retrospect, they seem so silly. even then she had found them stupid. but to rocket it was one more thing she didn't like in an entire list of faults until she finally broke under it all. and sweet pea threw everything aside to follow rocket wherever she went. none of it mattered anyway. not weighed against her sister's well-being. ]

[bumbles]

( Okay, so totally startled a laugh out of him, quiet though it was. ) Yeah, uh-- my M-Ma doesn't um, l-like them.

( An awkward shrug. The lady can fight for a woman's right to control their bodies in Ireland and get in all sorts of trouble, but her son getting tattoos? Tampering with the way the Lord made your body.
His parents are weird, in the way all parents are.

He wants to ask if she misses it, but he remembers how wrecked she was when she first arrived, and everyone here misses something about home, even if it isn't home, exactly. He remembers her being worried about her sister. )

It's uh, why I d-don't-- why I w-wear long sleeves? C-covers them all.

( A little shrug, and a smile, though it's sheepish. ) Are you uh, h-having fun? ( At the party, generally. Not with him. )

[clario]

For now. [ she glances out to the dance floor, then to donny. ] Do you dance?

[bumbles]

( why is this his life. He almost doubletakes, kind of, clearly a bit... well, surprised. )

I c-can waltz?

( This is not a party for waltzing, sir. )

[clario]

[ she arches an eyebrow. ]

I don't think they're playing a waltz. [ she listens to the music a moment. ] This music. Can you dance to it?

[bumbles]

Um. I c-could-- I can try.

( His expression says that it might be a terrible idea. )

[clario]

[ she only smiles. sweet pea holds out her hand. ]

Show me. I'll try to follow.

[bumbles]

What?

( She wants him to what. ) There are uh, p-probably-- ( I mean, look Sweet Pea, there are people out there who look like they know what they are doing and aren't entirely forged from the fires of Mount Awkward. )

B-but-- ( He's sort of taken her hand because manners and everything but he looks extremely perplexed. ) I'm n-not g-good at, uh. ( Anything, really. )

[clario]

[ she misunderstands the reason for his hesitancy. ]

So? We're here to have fun. Don't worry about anyone else. Don't even look at them. Just look at me.

[ a little pause. ]

You're not going to make me ask the wall to be my partner, will you?

[bumbles]

( That sounds a little like something Max would say, and he wonders exactly where she's gotten to, before he takes a breath - it looks like it might be a challenge, actually - and nods. )

W-well, the um, the w-wall is a little stiff.

( Because Donny is such a good mover. He is actually, but it's more of a grappling hooks and brawling type moving. Usually armour involved. That feels safer than this kind of thing, somehow. Okay, no he's-- going to do this, because she wants to dance and she asked him and it'd be rude to say no, and it doesn't seem like she is planning to pour pigs blood on him from a bucket. Or something. Anyway, he glances at Sweet Pea, head tilted a little to see if she wants to move into the dancing space. )

[clario]

[ she offers no helps outside of a smile and teasing glint in her eyes. ]

Lead on, good sir.

[bumbles]

( he will remember this, Sweet Pea. he will remember.

Okay, fine. Donny holds out his hand, chewing on his lower lip, leads her through the other dancers. )

Um.

( A glance at the other dancers for reference; there are hands on waists happening but man that's really presumptuous and wanting to dance does not equate to wanting grabby hands happening, so he just... stands for a second because he only knows how to do stupid formal dancing. Maybe he'll just... start trying to move in a way that is somewhat appropriate compared to what everyone else is doing, but the diluted version. Shy dancing, man, with hands kept to himself. )

[clario]

[ restraining herself from rolling her eyes, sweet pea puts her arms around his neck. ]

I think you need to grab me.

[bumbles]

W-well, that-- seemed, um. ( Brows furrowed, as he glances at her arms, and just hesitantly brings his hands to her waist, glancing at her to make sure it's not... a problem. ) I think it's b-bad when um, p-people are--

( An awkward expression, and then he just says it: ) G-grabby. Presuming, and stuff.

( He might go a little overboard with the caution and the worry, but it's just how he functions. )

[clario]

[ she lifts a disbelieving eyebrow. ]

I asked you to dance. Grabbing is implied.

[bumbles]

Well, you m-might've... wanted to d-do a um, a d-different dance. Without grabbing.

( Never mind that she... told him to lead or something. He's not sure if he's protesting indignantly or joking, but it might be a mix. Gosh he was trying to be respectful. )

Sometimes um, g-girls complain about uh, about g-guys being t-too grabby.

( His sisters, but he doesn't feel the need to specify. )

[clario]

You mean your sisters?

[ it's a guess based on what he's told her of them and her own memories of her and rocket constantly getting into each other's hair. ]

I'll tell you what. The day you get too grabby, I'll hit you. Until then, relax. You'd think I smelled and you didn't want to be near me.

[bumbles]

Uh, yup.

( Okay, that gets a quiet laugh of out him. )

W-well, um, I d-didn't want t-to um, to say anything.

( Is he making a joke? He is. Give the boy a cookie. )

[clario]

[ she mock gasps and pinches his arm. ]