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[mydarkside]

Who: compulsivetwin, blainewanderson, anyone else we want to invite
What: So, Sierra tells Hunter about a Warbler tradition: Prohibition Party. It's an underground party where the Warblers drink and do naughty things. Of course Hunter has to throw one.
Where: The warehouse that the Warblers sang "Animal" at during Sexy.Invitations were handwritten on black paper in red font

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[compulsivetwin]

It had been Trent that delivered her and Blaine's invitations -- he had met them at the Lima Bean one afternoon and passed them over with all the dramatic flair of a 1940s Film Noir movie. But then, that was part of the fun, wasn't it? The pageantry of it all? For this just wasn't any party. This was the party to end all parties, an institution in its own right

[mydarkside]

He noticed her right away. Bright eyes widened as he followed her movements through the darkened room. She was hard to miss in that dress. Immediately, he felt the stirrings inside of him. Biting his bottom lip, he moved over to the bar and ordered a drink, trying to remain calm. He was Hunter Clarington. He did not let a woman get to him.

And yet she was.

Approaching her from behind, one hand snaked out and he brushed it against her shoulder. Leaning in, he whispered into her ear. "You look quite beautiful tonight, my lady. I hope you will save me a dance?" His lips might have brushed against hers as he spoke.

[compulsivetwin]

And there is was again, the quickening of her heart that seemed to come whenever Hunter was too near. And with his lips that close to hers, it seemed even more prominent than ever. She tried to tell herself that it was just because he was clearly invading her personal space. Or because she was wondering where he kept the tank of sharks he dangled James Bond over.

But one look over her shoulder at those eyes and she knew it was neither.

"I think I can arrange that."

[mydarkside]

He smiled warmly, reaching out to take her hand in his. Gentle lips brushed against her knuckles. It felt good, caressing her like this. Mostly, he wondered if she had a boyfriend. And if she did, would he kick her ass. He sighed, reluctantly pulling his hand away, staring into her eyes.

"You look beautiful." He was not shy in the way he looked her up and down. "So, what do you think? Not bad for a few days notice. Thank you, by the way. None of this would have happened if not for you."

[blainewanderson]

"Hey, everything looks amazing! Nice job!" Blaine enthused as he walked up to Hunter, clapping him companionably on the back, looking like he'd had just walked off the set of The Great Gatsby, down to the pink silk bow-tie with matching pocket-square and two tone wingtip shoes.

He smiled brightly at the other boy, running a finger along the brim of his hat. "Very authentic. I like it. Now I'm jealous. Will you let me try it on later?"

[mydarkside]

Hunter smiled, looking down at Blaine with a huge smile on his face. He was very glad that the Anderson's had come to the party. Mostly, he didn't think Blaine would come. It meant something that he had. His eyes lingered over Blaine, checking him out way longer than a straight man should. "You look great. Very fitting," he murmured.

His head tilted and he leaned into Blaine's touch. "Of course." Taking off the hat, he brushed his fingers against Blaine's as he passed it to him. Thinking better of it, he took the hat back, only to put it on Blaine himself. Soft fingers brushed against the man's temple as he adjusted the hat with a slight tilt.

"It looks better on you," he purred.

[blainewanderson]

He wasn't sure about coming, but Sierra was excited about dressing up and going out, and he had found the perfect suit, everything looked entirely vintage, and he decided sitting home, alone, again, while his parents politely bickered was an awful waste of his life. Enough sad. A Warbler party sounded perfect. Even if he shouldn't, wouldn't drink. It never ended well. He'd kissed a girl and dated her the first time, and tried to lose his virginity in the back-seat of a car his second, not an amazing record. But there were friends, and music, and dancing, ginger-ale would be fine

[mydarkside]

Hunter shook his head. "Nah, it looks better on you. The way you smile, the angle it sits. It make you look like Dean Martin. Classic." He grinned and leaned forward, nudging Blaine's shoulder with his own. If Blaine was nervous, Hunter couldn't tell. He raised an eyebrow at the handsome comment. "And you, Blaine, look just to die for. All the men will be hitting on you. Hell, look over there Sebastian is eye fucking you right now."

He turned and headed towards the bar. He was sure Blaine would follow him. And if he didn't, it would be Blaine's loss. He thought about his little plan with Blaine and Sierra. If it didn't work, he'd be very heartbroken. He really wanted both of the Anderson's back at Dalton. "I'll take a punch." He wasn't sure what he felt about Blaine. All he knew was it was complicated and he hated to think about it.