House Party
It'd been so fucking easy to put together, Chris didn't understand how he'd been the first person to think of it. Yeah, there'd been plenty of parties on the island before-- or so Chris had been told-- but he wasn't sure that any of them had been real, proper parties and not a group of people just sort of milling around, sipping at glasses of wine while they minded their children or whatever. This was something different. This was meant to be a remedy to all that, a way to show everyone all the fun they'd been missing out on. You could have parties with proper dancing and without the karaoke machine.
There was music and alcohol provided by this bloke Neil that Cassie knew-- he was fucking brilliant for it, really-- Effy'd brought food that Chris was pretty sure was more than it seemed, and Chris had rolled what had seemed like fifty doobies for the ocassion.
It'd started out small, just him, Effy, Cass and a few of the people they all knew, but before long, Chris was pretty sure that he didn't know most of the people there. Most of them had probably either been told by someone that there was a party going on, or they'd heard the noise and had come by to investigate. Either way, Chris hadn't had this much fun in fucking ages.
[Timed to later on tonight. Make sure you've read this post in slated before tagging in, and don't hesitate to contact me if you have any questions! Post-party activities (aka Tiny Train Ride) are located here on Chris's journal.]
There was music and alcohol provided by this bloke Neil that Cassie knew-- he was fucking brilliant for it, really-- Effy'd brought food that Chris was pretty sure was more than it seemed, and Chris had rolled what had seemed like fifty doobies for the ocassion.
It'd started out small, just him, Effy, Cass and a few of the people they all knew, but before long, Chris was pretty sure that he didn't know most of the people there. Most of them had probably either been told by someone that there was a party going on, or they'd heard the noise and had come by to investigate. Either way, Chris hadn't had this much fun in fucking ages.
[Timed to later on tonight. Make sure you've read this post in slated before tagging in, and don't hesitate to contact me if you have any questions! Post-party activities (aka Tiny Train Ride) are located here on Chris's journal.]