[OPEN]

[getsthelastword]

Characters: Damon and anyone who chooses to join in
Setting/Location: Common Room
Date & Time: Day 59
Warnings: Drunkenness and beads
Summary: Damon's throwing a party. He'll probably make himself feel better by making other people feel bad.

Comments

Stalkerboy is late. T_T (ANYONE FEEL FREE TO BOTHER HIM~)

[justice_by_coma]

He could smell the party before he went in. Having a weeping, steadily-blinder drunk for a mother definitely went a ways towards dampening even the slightest party instincts a person like Gau might have had from the start.

In addition, for all the network threats--which Gau thought of more as declarations of intent, like a knight might give before heading into battle to thwart evil--he was the last person to have any power at all aside from archly-given words

/bothers (belately)

[itsahotone]

Since he wasn't looking, that just meant it was easier for Santana to sneak up on him.

If drunkenly, light-headedly, and stumbly can even count as sneaking. It certainly did to her after a pretty damn good makeout session with a total stranger. She would still swear she wasn't that drunk, though--she only had a few! She was totally stronger than that.

But it didn't matter right now, because she recognized Gau on her way across the room and bumped into him, sliding her arm around his shoulders.

"Heeey, gay dude!" she said, possibly louder than he would like.

*ENJOYS BEING BOTHERED...BELATEDLY* (Sorry. People got older and I had to paint a house. >_>)

[justice_by_coma]

Gau flinched, because after all, it wasn't often women decided to grab him for no discernable reason and stick their distracting bits against his person.

It was the voice in his ear that really did it though.

He gave a glance around to make sure nobody else had looked too closely at the two of them before hissing back, "I'm not gay." He sniffed, then wrinkled his nose. "And you've been drinking, haven't you, Santana-san?!" The disapproval in hsi voice was obvious as he snapped his notebook shut, trying to look impervious to feminine charms.

Well...at least reasonably resiliant to feminine charms while radiating heterosexuality, anyway.

He gingerly took Santana's elbow. "If you're going to drink you should at least eat something. It's sure to go right to your stomach otherwise, and even Santana-san would look less attractive covered in sick."

noooo problem :D

[itsahotone]

"Duh," Santana replied cheerfully, obviously referring to the drinking. "That's what mardi gras is for. Drinking. I totally didn't have that much, though."

So she definitely didn't need to eat.