Party Rock Anthem only it's played on kazoos

[sacrificialpawn]

[Oscar is a practiced master at Coping (tm) in the face of things he would prefer not to address in any sort of healthy or rational manner. After the events of yesterday, he's somehow getting the feeling that he isn't the only one, which means that in his mind there is only one thing to do: this translates to yet another Walmart booze heist (even larger than the original), a few side trips to amass snacks because RIP his kitchen, and some haphazardly erected decorations in one of the spare rooms to try to at least give off something of a celebratory atmosphere... but let's be real here, this is just Misery x CPR x Reese's Puffs + alcohol.

Sunday morning will find handwritten notes tucked under everyone's doors inviting them to a party that evening, snacks and drinks (that particular word underlined a couple of times, just in case people didn't pick up on the meaning of "party") provided gratis.

There's alcohol, there's soda for the minors, there's plenty of junk food to eat, and there are a whole bunch of other people who are also Going Through It. What better recipe for a party could you ask for?

... don't answer that.]

Comments

[saltofthesea]

[ He's here with a glass of soda and a vague air of "why am I here again—right, my roomie is and he's getting drunk again so here the fuck I am."

Lark is here to watch chaos and try to not get caught in the splash zone, don't mind him. ]

[beathollow]

( no, get caught in the splash zone. )

...

You are handsome but... more than that... you're also kind. ( she's not sure how scores work but thats a hot in anyone's book. )

[saltofthesea]

[ Please hold he nearly choked on his drink. ]

Huh?

[beathollow]

That's the game, isn't it?

[saltofthesea]

I-I mean, yeah, I just wasn't expecting anyone to say anything about me?

[beathollow]

There is quite the age discrepancy.

... I did... mean it...

( oh no did she get something wrong. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. )

[saltofthesea]

[ Note to self with double underline, find a pier to walk off of later YOU DESERVE IT. ]

Uh...uhm... [ Oscar will never live this down. Bas might not live this down. He wants to expire on the spot. ]

Th-thanks. You're quite pretty, and...I think you're strong.

[beathollow]

... Cute...

( girl you are killing him. murdering. though, he catches her off guard just as easily- maybe its troubling that she can smile while undercutting herself. whoops. )

Ah... um. I don't... think so. But thank you...

[saltofthesea]

[ Maybe he should count himself lucky that chances are he's going to have the room to himself so he can die in peace and zero big brother heckling. ]

No, you are. You're still here, despite everything.

[sacrificialpawn]

[Ohhhhhhhh he is beholding this from a distance but not saying a word!!]

[beathollow]

( do not! )

[sacrificialpawn]

[He respects her! His lips are sealed!!]

[saltofthesea]

[ Say goodbye to whatever alcohol you brought to the room. ]

[sacrificialpawn]

[Joke's on you if he's not even gonna be in the room tonight--]

[saltofthesea]

[ ALL FUTURE ALCOHOL THEN. ]

[nyaxed]

[We are also Looking Respectfully. Good for you, kids...!]

[saltofthesea]

[ He's dying, he's dead, ]

[sacrificialpawn]

[A bit later on post-Tank Fiasco, Oscar is decidedly MORE drunk, which means he's going to be coming up and draping a bit, a friendly arm slung around Lark's shoulder probably before Lark even realizes what's going on.]

You're so quiet... don't tell me you're not having fun!

[saltofthesea]

[ It's not like Lark could stop Oscar anyway, so all he does is lean away slightly from Oscar due to the smell. ]

You're super drunk.

[ Yes, that answer explains everything. ]

[sacrificialpawn]

[He is SO drunk for more than one reason!! Thanks Vakama--

He'll let Lark lean away with a laugh, though the leaning just makes HIM lean a little harder in turn because his balance may be Not Great right now.]

Gotta be drunk at a party, that's what they're for.

[Except for stuffy official functions because Claude is mean. :(]

That's what THIS party is for-- everyone here really needs to loosen up and relax a little.

[saltofthesea]

[ Another night of making hangover cures, huh... Honestly , if he wasn't uncertain of how much Oscar earned, Lark would feel his sisters would make good money off Oscar just from the drinks alone. ]

Well, there's not much for me to "loosen up and relax" to here.

[sacrificialpawn]

[Alas, the suffering of being underage... not as though that has stopped Oscar from offering him drinks, but. When the teenager has to be the more responsible one...]

Hm? [He blinks for a moment.] It sure looked like you and Miss Mafuyu were hittin' it off pretty well there... orrrrrrr is that why you can't relax?

[DOES BABY BROTHER HAVE A CASE OF THE NERVES--]

[saltofthesea]

[ HE WAS RIGHT, OSCAR WILL NEVER LIVE THIS DOWN!!! ]

Th-that's not it, what the hell!

[sacrificialpawn]

It's~ o~kay~, you can tell Big Bro everything~

[Yes, he is absolutely sing-songing that because he is in fact BLASTED.]

[saltofthesea]

Look, I wasn't expecting it since everyone else is older than me and I figured the ones who aren't are either already spoken for or not interested!

[ The underlying implication being if it wasn't for Oscar. lark would have felt there for no point being here at this party. ]