The Anti-Ball (Oh, and Riggins' Birthday).

[just_wontsettle]

They had a plan

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[rictor_scale]

After having a decent time at the Regency-esque festivities, Rictor headed back from the party, shedding layers until he was just in dress slacks and the brown T-shirt he'd been wearing underneath his white collared shirt that had a picture of a piñata on it that said 'I'd hit that.' He'd bunched the collared shirt, socks and shoes up in his jacket and set the load down as soon as he could.

He was pleased by whatever was going on there at the Compound. This was more of his scene. He was even drunk enough to appreciate the jukebox playing "Superfreak." Compared to his other choices, it wasn't too bad of a selection.

"Is that beer?" Rictor asked loudly when Rick James started blasting out from the machine at full-force. Holy brewskis, Batman. Potential real beer. "Because if there's beer, I want some."

[just_wontsettle]

"It's beer," Jason said, his grin bleary while his head bobbed in a slow nod, "It's beer. It's not... good beer, but it's beer." He hadn't really noticed that his speech was a little sluggish 'til right then. Oh well.

"The keg's back there," he said, nodding toward the open door of his room, "Help yourself."

[rictor_scale]

"'Kay. I'll be right back," Rictor said with a bright smile that made the sides of his face ache because... well, he usually wasn't much of a happy camper. But beer. He loved beer. And when he found the keg, he wanted to make out with it.

Instead, he filled up two cups for himself, carrying one in-between his teeth since his left arm was kinda useless. Then he came back out to the hallway, sitting down next to Jason and not even noticing when half of one of the cup's contents sloshed all over the carpet. "This is it, Jason," he insisted when he finally set the cups down. "No more of this for me."

[just_wontsettle]

"Oh, yeah, we're cutting you off now, man," Jason said, coughing out a laugh and trying to balance his cup on one knee... for some reason. It seemed like a good idea. "Set your limits early."

[15_words]

Jaye didn't really care about the ball. She had thought about maybe hanging out in the bushes outside, taking pictures of everybody as they got drunk off their asses and belligerent in fancy clothes, but that was a little too creepy for her.

What she DID care about was food, and the Compound was the only place to get it. Thing was, when she opened the door, all she saw was LIGHT.

She stumbled backwards, shutting the door, and flailed, throwing up her arms to block the whiteness that was ASSAULTING HER EYEBALLS.

"What the FUCK?" she shouted.

[just_wontsettle]

Snorting out a laugh, Jason knocked the projector aside so the picture flashed on a safer strip of wall. That might've been a bad idea. Tim's, of course.

"Sorry. Sorry, its safe," he called, chuckling faintly and only half remembering why. Oh, right.

[15_words]

"SAFE MY ASS," she shouted back, then let her arm drop. She was blinking as her eyes adjusted to the normal light/semi-darkness, but she had a SEVERELY disappointed look on her face.

"Fuck, did I just say 'my ass'?" So far, not a good night for Jaye.

[just_wontsettle]

"If it'll make you feel better, I can pretend you didn't," he called, and at that point it didn't really seem weird at all, shouting at someone across... well, not that much distance.

"That probably wasn't a real good plan, pardon us."

[never_atone]

Briony had found nearly all the people she encountered in her scant few days in residence on the island to be rather too friendly and almost too kind. Coupled with the presence of Robbie and her sister on the island as well as someone who looked exactly like Leon gallivanting about in a Leon fashion, Briony could not say that she was in any way settled by her third day.

She did not particularly want to go to the ball. She suspected that Robbie and Cee would be there, for one thing. And for another, she still had not dared to really confront the clothes box for anything more than the simplest of articles. She knew no one, practically, and balls lost their appeal when awkwardness outweighed the potential fun.

But there were boisterous voices on the ground level of the Compound, and something like a party taking place. Cautiously, she moved among those gathered, not trying to blend in so much as not trying to stand out.

[literarylessons]

"I think they're trying to set a record," Jo mentioned off-handedly to the blonde girl who was moving past her, giving her a wide smile. She was generally good-natured about most things, including acts of defiance and rebelliousness, finding her own life to be one and this was no exception. "I haven't yet figured out what it is for though."

[never_atone]

"A record?" Briony repeated, stopping her walk and falling into place beside the girl. Not bold enough to start conversations as of yet, she was polite, friendly and intelligent enough to talk when invited.

"What's your best guess?" she asked with a frail smile. "Volume?" The movie, accompanied by the voices of those gathered, seemed much louder to Briony's ears than any normal affair.

[literarylessons]

"That," Jo said, with a slight playful nod of her head, assessing that damage that had been done so far. "Or destruction. Quite possibly both. You never really do know."

She was in full support of it, even if she wasn't quite certain if it was going to work out for the best.

[king_ofthemods]

Vince had seen the ball, noticed all the nice dresses and people sipping their drinks all posh like...

It was well odd. Where was the loud music? Where were the girls with glitter in their hair? Where was the DJ?

With his hair styled as big as it would go, Vince wandered into the compound dressed like... Well, there wasn't really words for it. He'd passed on a shirt, instead wearing an open floor length faux-fur zebra coat... Make that a pink faux-fur zebra coat. The outfit was finished off with his favorite pair of black trousers and his knee-high silver boots from home.

The jukebox was blasting something electric, and Vince nodded his approval as he looked around.

"Now this... This is more like it," he grinned.

[rictor_scale]

"There's beer at this party too," Rictor pointed out to Vince because, well, he was pointing it out to everyone at that point.

He was trying to be good though and stop with... Uh. A decent amount of alcohol. He'd be fine. Probably. He'd had more to drink back home. Maybe.

[king_ofthemods]

"Looks like you already had a few," Vince laughed, taking a step back to look Rictor over. "You alright? You look a bit..."

Vince pulled a face, and then nodded as he pointed at the other man.

[rictor_scale]

"No worries, I'm done drinking," Rictor assured him with a grin. "Can't have anymore. Can't even remember how much I had." Which probably meant he ought to go get some water, but it could wait.

[izzyevans]

She hadn't been able to enjoy the ball as much as she would have liked. Seeing all the stupid happy couples just sort of pissed Isabel off and made her do the one thing she hadn't wanted to do tonight: think about Vorenus. After finding Octavia and bidding her friend farewell, Isabel headed to the compound. No way in hell was she going to wall all the way back to her hut in high heels. Maybe the box would give her something comfortable and at least half-way decent she could wear with her dress on the hike back to the south side of the island.

Opening up the door to the compound, Isabel immediately flung an arm about her eyes. "Jesus, what the hell?" she grumbled, and shuffled into the corridor, feeling the wall to get past what she sure as hell hoped was the projector.

[texas_forever]

Tim's pretty sure it's not the beer that's just made a hot chick suddenly appear beside Jim Belushi's enormous head, but his eyes still widen slightly and he looks down at the cup in his hands.

"Huh."

But, Tim's never been one to let a beautiful woman pass by, beer and Jim Belushi aside, and he pushes himself up from the chair he's sprawled in to head over to her. "Shit, sorry," he mumbles, voice just a little slurred from said beer as he reaches for her hand to try to lead her down the hall.

And man, that light really is bright from this perspective. Shit.

[izzyevans]

Squinting against the bright light, Isabel let the guy lead her down the hallway. It wasn't like she could see for all the damned spots swimming in front of her eyes.

"So, did you decide to play 'blind the island' before or after you got your drink on, brainiac?" she questioned, irritable because now her feet hurt and she was seeing things.

[texas_forever]

"Uhh," Tim says, utterly eloquent as always as he releases his arm and they both step out of the projector's trajectory. "I'd say it all kinda happened at once."

Ever the gentleman, he lifts his glass and then motions over toward where he's set up the casks. "Beer?"