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Who: Mercedes Jones, Lauren Zizes, whoever else wants to come to the party!
When: Saturday night.
Where: The Jones residence.
What: Party shenanigans!
Warning: Underage drinking for some :D And now girl!sex.
Mercedes wasn't exactly sure how the party would turn out. She didn't know many people at William McKinley yet, so she wasn't certain who would all come to her party. But a party was a party, and Mercedes was certain that it would be decent, at least. Or, she hoped. It was a little before the party was supposed to start, and Mercedes was making sure that things were ready. There was food, drinks (non-alcoholic so far, until Santana got there) and, of course, cake. It wouldn't be a birthday party without cake, right?
She hadn't been certain of what music to play, as she still wasn't sure of what the cool songs were. But she had met a pretty awesome guy at the record store who had sold her a few albums for her party. He had insisted that it was the popular music at the time, so... she had believed him. Hopefully the music didn't suck. Sucky music generally equaled a sucky party. She had asked Kurt to bring some music as well, so at least there was that.
She wouldn't admit it out loud, but she was nervous. Nervous about how her first party of 1956 would turn out. Nervous about how many people would actually show up. She was also nervous about the kids from 2011 drinking too much and slipping up more than they already were. It wouldn't be that big of a deal around Kurt or other people from the time, but around the rest of the kids... she just shook her head, getting the thought out of her head. This was going to be a great party. At least better than Rachel Berry's get together a few weeks ago.
When: Saturday night.
Where: The Jones residence.
What: Party shenanigans!
Warning: Underage drinking for some :D And now girl!sex.
Mercedes wasn't exactly sure how the party would turn out. She didn't know many people at William McKinley yet, so she wasn't certain who would all come to her party. But a party was a party, and Mercedes was certain that it would be decent, at least. Or, she hoped. It was a little before the party was supposed to start, and Mercedes was making sure that things were ready. There was food, drinks (non-alcoholic so far, until Santana got there) and, of course, cake. It wouldn't be a birthday party without cake, right?
She hadn't been certain of what music to play, as she still wasn't sure of what the cool songs were. But she had met a pretty awesome guy at the record store who had sold her a few albums for her party. He had insisted that it was the popular music at the time, so... she had believed him. Hopefully the music didn't suck. Sucky music generally equaled a sucky party. She had asked Kurt to bring some music as well, so at least there was that.
She wouldn't admit it out loud, but she was nervous. Nervous about how her first party of 1956 would turn out. Nervous about how many people would actually show up. She was also nervous about the kids from 2011 drinking too much and slipping up more than they already were. It wouldn't be that big of a deal around Kurt or other people from the time, but around the rest of the kids... she just shook her head, getting the thought out of her head. This was going to be a great party. At least better than Rachel Berry's get together a few weeks ago.