You Know It's Thriller, Thriller Night~

[deservesabone]

Who: EVERYONE
.When: Saturday Night (fever~)
Where: Club 24
Summary: Halloween party at the Club, ya'll. Drinking, dancing, decorations and costumed tomfoolery.

NOTE: There will be bouncers at the door checking ages. Characters 17+ can buy drinks; characters 13-16 will be hand-stamped to show they can't purchase or drink alcohol; characters 12 and

Comments

[implausibility]

[Gosh, Franziska, you're so good at hitting people, that you do it without even meaning to. Someone stumbles over the bottom end of her broom, and their shoulder whacks into the top end while they're at it - Adachi stumbles a few steps away, rubbing his shoulder. Granted, with that smiling pumpkin mask on his face, it's hard to tell what kind of expression he's making.]

O-ow! Aren't they supposed to make those out of plastic or something?

[implausibility]

I mean, acting like a witch and all that! You're really good at it!

[dancing_pierrot]

Of course.

1/2

[implausibility]

...Heh.

[implausibility]

Maybe you should take up acting in your spare time. Unless you're the type that pulls overtime all the time too.

[dancing_pierrot]

I have no interest in acting.

[implausibility]

Guess that's fair. Not all of us have the talent for that sort of thing. But at the very least, you should make some sort of attempt at pretending like you're having a good time. Otherwise, you might as well just scram.

[dancing_pierrot]

Oh? Why should I be the one to leave?

[implausibility]

I didn't say that.

[He did, but just with enough leeway to say he didn't.]

I just said, you might as well leave if you're not having fun. It looks like that's what you wanna do.

[dancing_pierrot]

I would never shirk my responsibilities in such a manner.

[implausibility]

[He balks.]

It's a party, not a responsibility. You're definitely going about this the wrong way, don'tcha think?

[dancing_pierrot]

No, I was asked to come here for a very specific reason.

[implausibility]

[An expectant silence...but impatient as he is, Adachi eventually prompts:]

Which would be...?

[dancing_pierrot]

I'm waiting for someone.

[implausibility]

A date?!

[He shouted that so loud, half the room could probably hear. Even with the music.]

[dancing_pierrot]

Don't be ridiculous!

[Although she privately wonders if her arranged meeting with Sirius could be considered as such -- and quickly pushes that thought of her mind. She's here for Maya. Primarily for Maya.]