New Years House Party [open to all!]
On the morning of December 31st, Cinna was up bright and early making sure that everything was prepared for the giant party she was throwing later that evening. She hadn't specified any start time, thinking people would show up whenever they like knowing full well that the fireworks were on at midnight (after all, it was a New Years Eve party, and people weren't completely stupid).
Along with Independence Day, New Years was one of Cinna's favorite holidays. She just loved fireworks, and having the holidays at opposite ends of the year meant that they could be experienced in different ways. One was all about summer barbecues, and the other was about getting tipsy and ridiculous with friends.
She decisively banished her parents to their end of the house once the first guests arrived. She didn't need their help-- people could get their own food and drinks out of the kitchen and entertainment areas where it was all laid out and ready for the taking-- and she certainly didn't need her mom ogling all the teenage boys about. Or worse: Them ogling her back.
She offered silly tiaras and noisemakers to everyone, and put the leftovers in piles on tables for when it was closer to midnight, or when people were just drunk enough to want to play with them anyway, and wandered around to say hi to friends.
Along with Independence Day, New Years was one of Cinna's favorite holidays. She just loved fireworks, and having the holidays at opposite ends of the year meant that they could be experienced in different ways. One was all about summer barbecues, and the other was about getting tipsy and ridiculous with friends.
She decisively banished her parents to their end of the house once the first guests arrived. She didn't need their help-- people could get their own food and drinks out of the kitchen and entertainment areas where it was all laid out and ready for the taking-- and she certainly didn't need her mom ogling all the teenage boys about. Or worse: Them ogling her back.
She offered silly tiaras and noisemakers to everyone, and put the leftovers in piles on tables for when it was closer to midnight, or when people were just drunk enough to want to play with them anyway, and wandered around to say hi to friends.
He pulled the flask from his pocket, "and no," he added before taking a swig.
"I can't believe you bothered to show!" Not that Kaz didn't like to get wild and fuck shit up, but it was one of Cinna's parties. He usually avoided those like the plague.
Kazamir shrugged a shoulder, "normally I wouldn't come do this sort of thing but getting my pecker ripped off is better than staying home right now. I am trying to avoid seeing my asshole brother." He put the lid back on his flask and put it back in his pocket. He took in the final drag of his cigarette and flicked it out the window. "What's it to you?" he asked, "what are you doing here?"
If Cinna-baiting wouldn't get him out and into the pool, nothing would.
Her stomach gurgled. "Where'd you steal the pizza? And if you brought it with you I am kicking your ass back through the floo to go bring some back."
She skipped around to the other side of the kitchen and scarfed down a slice without ceremony, before more carefully selecting a second one to nurse. Satisfied with her choice, she meandered back around to start the exploration.
"These people are more like... celebritards. Second floor could be the Scientology center."