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

[_torturedslyth_]

Tracey wandered over to the two Slytherin she recognized, laughing so hard that her sides felt as if they were going to split open. She stopped in front of them, figured they were talking, didn't give a damn anyway, and started laughing all over again.

"The pool... is jello..."

That it was. Tracey had been stuck in it, and had thankfully been saved by a little house elf that was calling itself Fliggle or something else that was completely stupid anyway.

She was covered. In strawberry jello. And she absolutely loved it.

[mel___]

Melanie blinked, staring at Tracey as if she had clearly gone completely insane. Which was an option at that point. Because anyone who comes up to you covered in gooey red gunk and laughing so hard they can barely speak could very easily be labelled as insane.

For a moment, she considered inquiring about the other girl's level of sobriety, but finally decided that it really didn't matter.

"Some people must be either incredibly bored, awfully creative, or pathetically drunk," she said simply.

[_torturedslyth_]

"Sadly, I'm not any of those things," Tracey said, shaking some of the jello off of her. She looked like a complete mess.

"I have no idea who did it. We were all swimming, and then we were all stuck. The elf saved me- a bunch of the other kids are still stuck, or they're rolling across it."

She laughed a bit more, seriously amused. She was so glad that she had decided to come.

[mel___]

Melanie couldn't help but laugh a little as she watched Tracey try to get rid of some of her jello coating. Admittedly, the idea of a pool turning to jello was entertaining. People being stuck in it, even better. Maybe her slight tipsiness had something to do with it, but really it was all rather amusing.

"If you need help on the 'pathetically drunk' front, I'm willing to share a little," she offered, tipping up the bottle was still holding.

ooc: Poor Miles, we're pretty much kicking him out. Heh ^^;

[_torturedslyth_]

"Oh, I would love that!" Tracey said, holding her hands out expectantly. She smiled happily at the girl, thoroughly enjoying herself.

"I've met you before. You're Mel, right? I'm Tracey Davis... but I bet you knew that, too."

[mel___]

"Cheers," she said with a smirk, handing the bottle over to Tracey.

"We've only been in the same house and year for the past, you know, five years, so I'd be more worried if I didn't know that," she added with a slight chuckle.

[_torturedslyth_]

"Yeah, but I have an excuse. It's called not paying attention," Tracey giggled, taking a large gulp of whatever-it-was she had been handed. Oh, it was something strong- that much she knew from her mouth feeling like it was on fire.

"You should do jello shots. Well... the pool. It's all alcohol and jello filled. Amazing times, Mel."