read all the way through for important party info and a couple of laughs

[_draco_m_]

The patio bustled with elfin activity as Malfoy Manor put on it's Aires-- and it absolutely glistened. The massive crystal punch bowl was nearly brimming over the sides with the pink froth and smoke of punch, matching crystal goblets lined up neatly beside it on the long serving table. More serving tables held finger sandwiches, salad, cheese

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[go_for_miles]

It was a party... a big party to be precise... Well, really to Miles Bletchley it should have been described as a sestpool of scum, but to each his own, yeah?

Anyways, Miles was there - for some unknown reason - and he kept quietly to himself. He nodded to a few people, but overall it just wasn't his scene and probably never would be. He did make his way, though, out of the large crowd into one of the VIP only sections (flashing the card Malfoy had sent him) he gained admittance into the West Wing with various rooms.

He randomly chose one just to sit for a bit, trying to resist the tempation to drink himself pissless (we all know how funny that was though >.>).

ooc: someone keep him occupied!

[mel___]

Luckily (or maybe not so luckily), Melanie ended up running into the bar before she found anything better to entertain herself with. After threatening the little bartending house elf with various forms of torture and unemployment, she managed to get herself an entire bottle of good vodka. She then went back to wandering around the rather impressively huge mansion, slowly sipping away at the bottle.

She stumbled upon one of the VIP areas by accident, really, but figured she might as well look around. At least the crowd was a little more respectable around these parts.

She walked through the various rooms, scanning the crowd until she found a familiar face.

"Mister Bletchley," she said, a slight mocking edge to her tone as she walked up to him. "Fancy seeing you here."

ooc: I'm booooored.
<.<

OOC//thx

[_draco_m_]

PS- I love it when im reading comments and I can tell that the person clearly has read my entry-- like when you mentioned the little bartending house elf.

Let it be known, I HATE when people don't read the post but comment anyway, and they have no idea about the setting like it doesn't say it RIGHT THERE, as if I didn't specify it in full detail, as if I'M the problem because my imagery sucks, or like I didn't spend an hour writing and combing through it to make sure it was all correct and looked good, like I didn't check each html code or rearrange sentences until they sounded perfect and snobby until I was blue in the face. It's a HUGE petpeeve of mine, and I just wanted to show some love.

Thank you and goodnight.

Re: OOC//thx

[mel___]

When someone bothers to write a huge detailed post like that, reading it is the least anyone can do.

Besides, anything you write is always fantastically entertaining :P

whaBAM

[_andy_andreyno_]

Andy strolled up to his fireplace, whistling through his teeth. Grabbing a pinch of floo powder, he chucked it into the fire, and said "Malfoy Manor".

A cloud of green fire, and a few hacking coughs later, he stepped into a very large room. Very large.

Briefly disoriented, he immediately saw his favorite part of the party. Booze.

He made a beeline for the alchohol, barely noticing anyone until he'd downed half a bottle of firewhiskey.

"Well hey there", he said.

ooc: blame g-unit. seriously.

mwahaha

Re: whaBAM

[mr_dean]

ooc: HOLY SHIT ANDY!

"Haven't seen you in awhile," Dean greeted, leaning against the wall beside the drinks. He had his own, half-empty, bottle of firewhiskey dangling from his fingers as he grinned at the other boy.

Re: whaBAM

[_andy_andreyno_]

Grining, Andy said, "Yeah, well, I've been keeping to myself lately. You know, drinking myself stupid, running around London screaming obscenities at the muggles in my skivvies at 3 in the morning. The usual."

"So what have YOU been up to lately? Anything fun? Do anything I wouldn't?", Andy said, taking a swig and chuckling.

Re: whaBAM

[mr_dean]

Dean momentarily tried to picture Andy running around London in his skivvies, but immediately thought better.

And didn't.

"I've been cooped up all summer," he frowned, but a swig of firewhiskey later he was right again. "Sent out some illegally forged letters from the Minster for Magic and drinking myself stupid as well."

He laughed. It had actually been an alright summer. Considering he had been stuck at home until just last week.

100th comment.

[_draco_m_]

Why not?

Re: I think the above thread made me die of giggles...

[happeh_hobbit]

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I'm glad you liked it!

[_draco_m_]

etc.

[bubble___gum]

The invitation had said that everyone was invited. And when it came down to it, Bailey had had the choice to either sit around at home and watch re-runs of the PowerRangers with her brothers, or go to a huge party and get a little interaction in with people she wasn't related to. It had been an easy enough decision.

And now that she was here, it took every ounce of willpower she had to not throw herself on the floor and roll around with laughter as she watched students on every level of sobriety make fools out of themself, either by messing around the newly-jello'ed pool or simply being drunken idiots.

Bailey clutched her aching stomach with one hand and a water bottle with the other, leaning against the bar to keep from falling over. She knew she would probably never be able to look most of her classmates head on without bursting out laughing after this, but it was well worth the amusement. Definitely better than the PowerRangers.

ooc: Aaaaanyone? Preeeeetty please? ^^;

[mr_dean]

Dean had managed to pull his jello covered body out of the pool and stumbled across to the bar.

"Need more alcohol!" he explained, reaching for the nearest bottle of... whatever.

He didn't care. Popping it open, he downed half of it.
"What's so funny?" Dean asked the girl who was clutched over, grabbing at her stomach in laughter.

[bubble___gum]

Bailey's laughter only doubled as the jello-covered boy addressed up, to the point where she actually had to hold on to the bar to stay upright.

Somehow, she managed to catch her breath long enough to offer an answer. "You are," she mumbled, her words barely distinguishable through her giggles.

[mr_dean]

He had no idea what she said. Not a clue. Probably a combination of her infectious laughter [yes, Dean was now laughing] and how inebriated he was.

"Yeah? Yeah?" he asked, clearly looking for a fight.
A big one.
With rubber swords.

"Well."
Dean still didn't know what she had said.
"Well!"

There. That showed her.

[magimaeve]

Now done with the Jelly pool Maeve discovered a problem.... Her clothes were sticky with alcohol infused jelly..... not so nice a feeling!

So she was wandering around with her bottle of tequila in hand, wearing just her bikini and asking random people for a t-shirt or something to put on, too drunk to think of using magic to clean her clothes.