A Night in West Egg

[professorlionface]

WHO: EVERYBODY OF ALL AGES
WHERE: The Xavier Institute
WHEN: The night of June 16th, all night!
WARNINGS: Who can really tell anymore? Probable language. Possible violence. Copious dancing.
SUMMARY: PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM
FORMAT: OPEN

The guests into an auditorium transformed. Through the magic of papier mache, the room has been decked out like a speakeasy, the refreshments laid out on a very makeshift bar that will not stock alcohol as long as they can prevent it. The whole room is cast with a cool blue light, and a jazz band's been hired to take the stage for an hour before leaving the rest of the evening to the DJ.

It was time to get this party started.

quick-links!
DANCE FLOOR
REFRESHMENTS
SIDELINES
OUTSIDE

Comments

[ex_engineers208]

Well, I guess may...be... not? [ awkwardly: ] Hahaha? Nope?

[ NO HE'S NOT GOING TO BE THE UNCOOL CHAPERONE HERE he fixates at a point on the other side of the room instead of looking at nemesis because, wow, worst liar. ]

Y'about rant about "kids these days", o-or...?

[superscience]

Eye contact when you lie is the first step to not being terrible at it, Jeffries.

[DUMPING HIS PUNCH BACK IN THE BOWL.]

And no, I am not - doing so would give the impression that I care. I'll alert McCoy to the matter and let him deal with it.

You should practice your lying from now until he asks you if you saw anything.

[ex_engineers208]

[ he opens his mouth to defend himself, lets his jaw hang for a second when he realizes there's utterly no way to not dig himself into a deep pit of shitty lies, closes it and shrugs. too much effort to secure a good time for the masses, god!! ]

Anyhoo. Education, eh? Doin' well at it is... so... passé-like?

[ ugh. gently steps forward to get some punch. ]