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[reallyaprincess]

Who: Bianca (Princess Badroulbadour), Cassia (Princess from The Goose-Girl), Erin (Michael Darling), Anyone Else Who Wants To Come!
When: Around 8pm, Saturday evening
Where: Bianca's apartment
What: A Parisian Cabaret themed party to celebrate returning home and an apartment remodel.
Rating: To be safe, we'll go with R. Drunk girls and all...

Bianca,

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[reallyaprincess]

Bianca greeted everyone warmly, adding liquor to the growing stockpile and pushing drinks onto everyone. After all, it wasn't a party unless you had a glass in your hand! For her own part, she'd already made it onto her third glass of champagne and was contemplating something a little stronger.

"No sense in hanging out in here, girls," she called out, gesturing to where the newly arriving Lou could throw her coat along with the rest. "Make yourself at home! There's food, there's drinks, and there's the whole house. I think the living room would be far more comfortable though."

Ushering everyone through into her newly redone living room, she couldn't help but smile. As much as she thought having an open floor plan would be nice, Bianca liked having walls again. It gave you something to decorate. She chose a stack of pillows and promptly sat herself down, glass in hand.

"Cass, you think we should fill them in on what's going on?" she asked, mischief in her eyes. Tonight would be fun.

[whynded]

[sisterandkeeper]

Mischievousness was an aspect of Gretel's personality that often got lost in the reading Hansel and Gretel but it was, in fact, an integral part, as it was mischievousness that had allowed Gretel to come up with the plan to trick the Gingerbread witch.

As such, it was a trait that carried over for Janelle, and situations like this one brought it out more than most.

"Well," she grinned (rather impishly, if all's told), "I figure if we're going to give them the experience, we might as well give them the whole experience. I mean, who ever heard of corsets and hairy legs?"

She dumped the contents of her shopping bag onto one of the coffee table. It was a veritable array of shaving products.

"Real cabaret girls are silky smooth."

[reallyaprincess]

"Real cabaret girls are silky smooth!" Bianca chimed in from the kitchen. She'd listened to Cassia's plot, barely containing her giggles, but at the thought of the boys all hairless, the laughter finally came.

Arriving back in the living room, she sat down a large tray loaded with shots. Everything from redheaded sluts to jell-o shots (though she personally objected to the jell-o, of course). "I declare it shot time!" she announced, taking one of the shots and holding it up, waiting for everyone to join.

"To a real girl's night and many more to come!" she cried, a smile spreading across her face. "And to exacting revenge in hilarious proportions!" Was she making sense? She wasn't exactly sure. But either way, it sounded brilliant to her ears!

Downing her shot, she sat on the floor at the other side of the coffee table, looking through the contents of the bag. The boys had no idea what was in store for them!

[plumcakes]

Lou had settled down next to her one friend at the party, but as the minutes ticked on and shots were pulled out -- the blonde made an immediate bee-line for the jello, it was her fave -- she decided that she was growing increasingly fond of these girls.

"To girl's night," she said, tossing her feet up on the coffee table next to various diabolical elements of hair removal, and tossing down her shot. It was accompanied with some distinctly unfeminine and ungraceful wriggling (creative though it was) to try and get the jello out of the glass.

Chest already warming with the heat of liquor, Louise glanced around at the others. "I don't actually know this--" Pause, trying to remember the name... "--Murdock. Exactly how many people in this mantourage are we expecting, do you think? It'll take some serious distractions to get them to comply with cross-dressing and shaving."

[whynded]

[reallyaprincess]

"There's a group of them," Bianca said absently, waving her hand and dismissing it, as if exact numbers didn't matter. "I think Cass said earlier, but I'm not sure. We'll go with a handful?"

She threw back another shot then rose to her feet. "Why am I the only one who's overdressed?" she asked, a look of bemusement crossing her face. That was obviously a problem that had to be fixed. She unclasped her dress and shimmied out, laying it aside and revealing the lingerie underneath, then headed to turn up the music.

"I declare it dance party time!" And that pronouncement was enough for her. She was now more a blonde blur in heels than anything, whirling around the room until she landed in a heap on a pile of pillows, laughing the whole time. "Dance party!"

[sisterandkeeper]

It was looking very likely that Janelle was going to be the only one to remember tonight in the morning, as she'd abstained from alcohol. It is important to note, however, that less because she was underage and more because it lost it's appeal after Matt became an alcoholic and she'd made herself his keeper. Besides, every group needed a designated sober.

Still, being sober didn't dampen her enjoyment of the night much.

When Bianca began to strip, Janelle began an acapella version of Lady Marmalade:

"Hey sister, soul sister, soul sister..."

[reallyaprincess]

Bianca giggled and, egged on by the singing, joined in herself, finding her way to her feet again. She pulled her hair loose, ruining the carefully sculpted style as blonde curls tumbled free. Forgotten was the large pink plume until it swung around, smacking her in the face. She stopped, a comical look of shock on her face, before turning to Janelle again.

"It won't come out!" She tugged and pulled but it was stuck. Bianca couldn't remember exactly how she'd gotten it to stay in her hair.

"Janelllllle!"

[sisterandkeeper]

"I'll do it," Janelle said, and very patiently took out the bobby pins that were holding the offending feather in place, much to BB's frustration.

After she was finished and Bianca was free of any plumage, Janelle resumed the song: "He met Marmalade down on old Moulin Rouge, struttin' her stuff on the street. She said..."

[whynded]

[coneycatching]

If there was one thing Rachel could do, it was hold her alcohol. In a mix of opportunism and one-upsmanship, she'd always been the kind of girl who'd challenged suitors to drinking contests. And outdrank them. And possibly copied down their credit card numbers after they'd passed out. If she was feeling mean, or they'd gotten too gropey.

Tonight, though, Ray was actually working on a pretty good buzz. Her usual, careful calculation of just how much she could drink before she completely lost control of her faculties went straight out the window, and the empty Jell-o shot containers started to rack up in front of her. Hey. It was a girl's night; she was here to have fun, and for once it was okay to let her guard down.

It was really weird, not being on the con, just hanging out with people her own age. Ray kind of liked it - it was certainly less stressful.

"I DON'T KNOW THE WORDS MARMALAAAADE," she belted. Because hey: lack of lyrics was no reason not to sing along.