You’re only as old as you feel (Open RP)

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[bad_date_nate]

A party. It didn't look like the social events of the UES. There were hardly any haute couture around, and no one seemed to be trying to score any social points. And besides, there was cake. A growing teenager was always hungry, so he cut himself a slice, oblivious to the chaos around him. As such was with Nate.

He finished the plate and set it down at the table, while he moped beside it. Hogwarts was a much needed break from his homelife. His family was in financial ruin, and the duchess left town for reasons he was still confused about because Blair was talking really fast. Furthermore, his best friend sounded more and more like an assassin lately.

Nate began to mutter, "Everybody's always talking at me." And, god help us all, he began to sing: "Everybody's always getting in my head." He twirled around to the sound of drums and spread his hands apart. "I gotta listen to my own heart talking." He jumped in a pirouette. There was also twirling. "I need to count on myself instead!" The teenager then began to dramatically stomp around the Hall in time to the music emitting around him.

Archibald's disturbing resemblance to Zac Efron was biting him in the ass.

[daisy_inthesun]

Daisy hurriedly walked over to a slightly familiar face after her encounter with The Weasleynator and tapped the boy's shoulder gently.

"Nate Archibald, right?" Her new style fit more with Nate's world, as well as her confidence. "What on earth are you doing, my dear?" She laughed heartily, with a hint of sexy undertones and a breath of old New York still present.

[bad_date_nate]

"~Everybody's trying to get in my heeeeead~." He placed both hands on his temples as he made a wide circle with his torso, accentuated with a few hip thrusts. That was what he was doing, evidently. He then strode past her to thrust both arms into the air before crouching theatrically. He looked at Daisy as the voices of background singers backed it up.

DID YOU EVER...

Nate looked at one of his outstretched hands as he moved them upward, before clapping them while continuing the jazzy hip thrusts. "~Lose yourself to get what you want?~"

DID YOU EVER...

The boy crouched down and smacked the floor before slowing rising to gaze sorrowfully into the distance. "~Get on a ride and wanna get off?~" And then he ran dramatically down the hall. Again. That's how Zac Efron dances, sadly.

[daisy_inthesun]

Daisy giggles and shakes her head after the boy running away. "What odd things going on."

[hopalongmcgurk]

Well, I *was* about to eat this nice big piece of cake, but watching all these batshit people running around is vastly more entertaining.

And, oh, look, there's that norm kid from my sorting. He is doing what Al would have called "Expressing His Inner Soul". Apparently via bad dancing.

I shove the cake aside and perch on the edge of the table for a better view, and when he seems to be done, I allow myself a slow golf clap.

"You tell 'em, sweetie!" I shout.