House Party

[noonelaughed]

It'd been so fucking easy to put together, Chris didn't understand how he'd been the first person to think of it. Yeah, there'd been plenty of parties on the island before-- or so Chris had been told-- but he wasn't sure that any of them had been real, proper parties and not a group of people just sort of milling around, sipping at glasses of wine

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[backward]

Effy is, for lack of a better word, completely and totally fucked. And for the first time since the night she arrived on Tabula Rasa, she feels right again, wrong thought it may in fact be. She feels solid and fluid at once, grounded one moment and floating the next. She feels everything from the tips of the hairs on her head to her soles of her feet, her entire body pulsating, and then she feels nothing, numb in the most pleasant way

[seeyousoonthen]

Someone was swaying against her and Savannah swayed back. It was to the rhythm of the music and the beat reminded her of her heartbeat. It was so weird to hear it coming from outside but it felt right, thudding against her as she moved. She turned and smiled at the girl she found herself dancing with. She hadn't dance with a girl since high school and they'd done it as a group. At college parties she always danced with boys or didn't dance at all.

To be honest, Savannah didn't really know how to dance. She was just moving with the beat and with the girl against her she found she had a little guidance.

"You dance nice," she said, mostly to herself so it came out quiet.

[backward]

There are lights in her eyes when Effy turns around, splotches of red, blue, and yellow coloring her vision, moving across her line of sight in rhythm with the music. Somewhere amid those colors, she realizes that there's a lack of balance, more yellow than red and blue combined, and only then does the reason for this come into view - it's someone's hair, someone she's never seen before but is dancing with nonetheless.

"Your hair's nice," she responds, shouting over the music despite there being no real need. It's loud in her head and that's enough.

[seeyousoonthen]

Savannah smiled and draped her arm over the girl's shoulder and leaned in close so she didn't have to yell. Yelling, just the thought of it, seemed like work and she wasn't up to work. She felt strange. She'd never felt like this before in her life.

"I like my hair," she said to the compliment. "I like yours, too."

She couldn't keep her hand still, though. Almost of its own accord it was moving up and down the girl's arm. The sensation against her fingers and palm was electric and addictive.

[seek_to_end]

Harry hadn't really been sure what to expect. He wasn't usually a fan of parties; the Yule Ball had gone abysmally, as had the wedding, in the end, and the Sir Nicholas' Death Day... Harry didn't count the Death Day as anything. The Slug Club had been a trial every time, and even the party for his 17th birthday had ended on a low note.

But Harry thought that if he didn't go, if he spent another night just staring at the walls in Hermione's hut, he would go mad. The island was lovely enough and he was grateful for what he had, but that didn't erase the fact that he was short at least one best mate and one girlfriend, and it didn't help him to forget all that he had lost less than a week ago.

So he had dragged Hermione along for company and hoping it would do her some good as well. Although now that he stood there in the midst of it, he wasn't sure what to do or this had even been a wise move.

[everyone_takes]

"Oh, my God, you need to do something," Kate insisted, spotting someone who was just standing there, wishing she had a drink to shove into his hands or a fucking cupcake or something. She wasn't entirely sober, hadn't been for at least a little while, but she was still conscious enough to interact with other people. She was determined not to spend this party passed out in a back room or something.

"Like dance," she suggested brightly, flashing him a grin. "You should dance."

[seek_to_end]

"Um, alright," he said, utterly bewildered by this girl he didn't know approaching him and making demands of him. But Harry had learned that with girls, it was usually best to just do as he was told.

"With you?" He wasn't sure if that had been implied or not. "Do you want to?"

[everyone_takes]

"Sure," Kate said, grabbing his hand and tugging him toward the makeshift dance floor. Talking to strangers had always been easy enough, but with whatever she'd eaten or smoked or had to drink, it was even easier and she smiled as she walked.

"I'm Kate," she said over the music. "Are you new here?"

He was kinda cute, she thought she'd have seen him before if he'd been here for awhile.

[burnwithus]

Katniss does a lot of wandering these days, because it's either that or wearing her fingers down to the bone tying knots and she figured that if she couldn't hunt, then this was the next best thing. But when her usually silent-as-the-grave walk was punctuated by loud noises, she moved forward to investigate. But it was just a party. One of two hundred the island seemed to throw every year. In some level, she understands that - it's a distraction from their lives, or their pasts, or whatever they're hiding. In some ways she should have expected that from the start.

But as she watches the parades of happy smiling (or dancing) people, it's clear that she doesn't belong. Moving towards the door, she's about to turn it when she hears a voice behind her - although it isn't yet decided whether she'll stop her current action or not.

[backward]

"Want one?" Effy asks, her arms outstretched as she extends a platter of fresh made brownies in offering to the girl. She looks uptight and miserable, even from across the room, and the moment Effy saw her, she started on over, certain that she had just the thing for that. She gives the girl a pleasant smile, inviting in every way.

[burnwithus]

Katniss was never really one to turn down food - but then again, it had never really been offered to her. When she wanted to eat before the Games, she either shot it herself or went without. But as she looked down at the tray, she noticed something familiar about the objects on it.

Chocolate.

She's probably had chocolate a grand total of 6 times in her entire life. All of those were at the Capitol save for one special treat from her father. It was unheard of. She plucks one from the tray, although gingerly. "...Thanks, but I don't think I'm staying."

[backward]

"Not a problem," Effy assures her, giving a small but firm nod. Pulling the tray in closer now, she eyes the brownies, wondering if she shoulder have another herself. For the moment, though, she directs her attention back to the girl opposite, waiting for her to take the first bite. It won't kick in instantaneously, she knows, but Effy is willing to bet that leaving will be all but the last thing on the other girl's mind once the drugs take effect. "I hope you have fun while you're here."

[little_moons]

There's still snow in my hair. Coat hanging loosely off my shoulders and a joint held to my lips, I've been here about three minutes but I've already got a subtle buzz going, cheeks flushed and my eyes squinted against the smoke.

I'm not the oldest one here, but I kind of feel it. I shouldn't feel out of place in a room full of single teens and twenty-somethings, but waiting for me back home, I've got a pair of toddlers and at least one disapproving husband who didn't want me to come here at all tonight.

Wendy and I didn't go to parties like this, but it reminds me of being back home. It reminds me of being irresponsible and not giving a fuck, and maybe hanging on to that feeling for just a handful of minutes isn't such a bad thing.

Taking another drag, I slip into the growing crowd of dancers in search of a drink. Stayin' here just a few minutes longer won't hurt.

[noonelaughed]

Chris had been on his way outside for a minute or two of fresh air when he'd spotted Neil. He was still pulling on a shirt and a coat for the cold-- neither of which were his-- as he approached, a lazy grin settled on his face.

"Hey cheers, mate," he said, "The music's fuckin' brilliant."

[little_moons]

"Glad to hear it, man," I say with a grin, reaching out to pluck at the front of his shirt that looks like it might be two sizes too small. I'm kind of surprised it's even right-side out, at this point.

Waving a hand vaguely around the room, feeling a little more fucked than the beer and joint I've had should warrant, I say, "'s not a bad party."

[noonelaughed]

"Yeah, I know," Chris said, excited at the very idea of it, "I think I know like, less than half of the people here."

As far as Chris was concerned that was a sure sign of a good party. And yeah, he'd met a few new people since it had all started, but he wasn't completely sure how many of them he'd remember, come morning.

[noonelaughed]

Chris had nearly forgotten how much he loved all of this. The crowd of people, the music, the chaos, feeling almost like he was flying above it all... it was fucking magic, it was. Sure, it wasn't as good as some of the parties he'd been to back home-- the music wasn't nearly loud enough, for starters-- but it wasn't difficult to have a good time.

He'd danced, he'd drank, he'd smoked, he'd eaten, and before long, Chris was feeling fantastically fucked. He weaved through the crowd, speaking to people he knew and those he didn't, stopping to dance whenever something especially good came on the radio. It was a good night.

[seeyousoonthen]

Savannah was moving with the music and had her eyes closed. She pretty much didn't care who she was bumping into and for what it was worth, she hadn't found anyone yet that took offense to it. She turned around and found herself face to face with a boy and she smiled at him and blinked. She didn't see Peter anywhere and thought for just a moment that that maybe should worry her. Then she just didn't care.

"You feel warm," she said, petting his chest. "I feel warm, too."

[noonelaughed]

Chris had been dancing, more moving really, just becuase he could and just becuase doing it felt so good to do it. When he'd paused and suddenly someone he'd never met was patting his chest, he mostly just grinned.

"I'm pretty sure everybody's pretty warm," Chris said, feeling even more so now that it'd been brought to his attention.

[seeyousoonthen]

"S'nice," she said softly. She didn't know his name and as she thought that, she promptly forgot to ask what it was.

"You're nice," was what was in her head so it was what was on her lips. She moved her body in time with the music, right along with his.