Post by Tawny Vokes on Oct 6, 2022 18:30:11 GMT -5
Tawny stepped across the expansive lawn packed with people. Music reverberated from inside the Kappa Kappa Tau house, intermingling with the delighted screams and raucous laughter from everyone around her. Despite the party only being in mid-swing, far from the wee dawn hours in which it would eventually peter out, already she had to step over all sorts of littering; discarded cups, bottles, rolls of toilet paper dropped after a half-successful attempt at TP'ing, pizza crusts, balloons, confetti, abandoned masks and other neglected, forgotten costume props. Whoever would have to clean this mess up tomorrow was going to be in for a world of hurt, especially if they'd gotten as drunk as half of the partygoers already were.
A man stumbled back from his circle of friends and fell into her, crushing her plastic cup half-full of beer between them and almost knocking her down. She managed to keep the both of them on their feet and he spun around to face her, drunken face slack with stupefied apology. He glanced at the beer drenching the front of her shirt before raising his glassy, unfocused eyes back to her face. Of all things, he was dressed like the Tiger King, and Tawny's eye flitted to his accompanying Carole Baskin, casting her an apologetic and embarrassed look over his shoulder.
She shot Joe Exotic a quick, complacent beam, before lifting her hands and spreading a goofy grin across her face; taking a shot at her best Theodore Logan impression as she gestured to her soaked shirt and dropped her voice. "Totally bogus, dude! Most definitely non-triumphant!" The man's face grew impossibly slacker and he edged away from her, mumbling an apology and turning back to his friends. Tawny's hands fell back to her sides, face twisting in a grimace as she continued her trek, now toward the punch bowl to replace her spilled drink.
She supposed Bill and Ted was a little niche. A bit old for most people, even those her age, to really appreciate. She had suggested they dress up as Jay and Silent Bob instead, just for the fun of drawing a Kevin Smith beard on her face and having the excuse not to talk to anyone. Her outfit would probably make more sense if Matty was with her, him being dressed as the Bill to her Ted, but he'd ditched her half an hour ago. He was the whole reason she was here in the first place. He sold weed (and she suspected other things as well) to many of the University students and she imagined that's where he'd disappeared to. Likely in some dorm room, ripping a bong or rolling some joints.
Tawny approached the large cauldron that served as the party's punch bowl, smoke skimming mysteriously across its surface, making it appear to be brewing. She grabbed a plastic cup and dipped in the ladle, filling it up only halfway as she raked her gaze knowingly across the people lingering next to the table; looking for the one who appeared most observing and shady. She'd attended college. She knew how this worked. When her eyes met those of someone else, already cooly watching her, she dropped her gaze to the Dracula-esque cloak he held around himself. There was a tiny bit of movement beneath the cape, as if a hand were clutching tighter around a bottle, and a smile pulled at one corner of her mouth. Bingo. She sauntered over with a quirked brow and outstretched her cup. His eyes flit about her face, narrowing for only a moment before the neck of a bottle slipped from under his cloak and he added a generous slosh of vodka to her cup.
"Party on, dude," she purred, voice less over-the-top and more gravely; befitting the curling smile she angled toward him as she turned away, lifting the cup to her lips.
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Tawny is dressed as Theodore Logan from Bill and Ted. Open to one or more people! Feel free to gang together before something wild inevitably goes down. XD
A man stumbled back from his circle of friends and fell into her, crushing her plastic cup half-full of beer between them and almost knocking her down. She managed to keep the both of them on their feet and he spun around to face her, drunken face slack with stupefied apology. He glanced at the beer drenching the front of her shirt before raising his glassy, unfocused eyes back to her face. Of all things, he was dressed like the Tiger King, and Tawny's eye flitted to his accompanying Carole Baskin, casting her an apologetic and embarrassed look over his shoulder.
She shot Joe Exotic a quick, complacent beam, before lifting her hands and spreading a goofy grin across her face; taking a shot at her best Theodore Logan impression as she gestured to her soaked shirt and dropped her voice. "Totally bogus, dude! Most definitely non-triumphant!" The man's face grew impossibly slacker and he edged away from her, mumbling an apology and turning back to his friends. Tawny's hands fell back to her sides, face twisting in a grimace as she continued her trek, now toward the punch bowl to replace her spilled drink.
She supposed Bill and Ted was a little niche. A bit old for most people, even those her age, to really appreciate. She had suggested they dress up as Jay and Silent Bob instead, just for the fun of drawing a Kevin Smith beard on her face and having the excuse not to talk to anyone. Her outfit would probably make more sense if Matty was with her, him being dressed as the Bill to her Ted, but he'd ditched her half an hour ago. He was the whole reason she was here in the first place. He sold weed (and she suspected other things as well) to many of the University students and she imagined that's where he'd disappeared to. Likely in some dorm room, ripping a bong or rolling some joints.
Tawny approached the large cauldron that served as the party's punch bowl, smoke skimming mysteriously across its surface, making it appear to be brewing. She grabbed a plastic cup and dipped in the ladle, filling it up only halfway as she raked her gaze knowingly across the people lingering next to the table; looking for the one who appeared most observing and shady. She'd attended college. She knew how this worked. When her eyes met those of someone else, already cooly watching her, she dropped her gaze to the Dracula-esque cloak he held around himself. There was a tiny bit of movement beneath the cape, as if a hand were clutching tighter around a bottle, and a smile pulled at one corner of her mouth. Bingo. She sauntered over with a quirked brow and outstretched her cup. His eyes flit about her face, narrowing for only a moment before the neck of a bottle slipped from under his cloak and he added a generous slosh of vodka to her cup.
"Party on, dude," she purred, voice less over-the-top and more gravely; befitting the curling smile she angled toward him as she turned away, lifting the cup to her lips.
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Tawny is dressed as Theodore Logan from Bill and Ted. Open to one or more people! Feel free to gang together before something wild inevitably goes down. XD
