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

[electromexican]

[Vic's eyebrows shoot up a little, shaking Johnny's hand. THE HUMAN TORCH, OH MAN... play it cool, man.]

I'm Victor Mancha. Vic.

[conflagrations]

You just show up?

[ not that johnny knows everyone, but he at least had seen most of the kids around his age here and there. ]

[electromexican]

Yeah, like a few weeks ago. I still gotta figure out some stuff, though.

[conflagrations]

Like what?

[ johnny here to help, vic. ]

[electromexican]

School and stuff. I was told to get back into school, but I don't know where to start exactly.

[Thanks, bro.]

[conflagrations]

You kind of just show up. But why would you want to go back?

[ johnny still regrets getting dragged back into it. ]

[electromexican]

[Um, because Papa Bruce said so?]

So I can graduate? Make my mom proud and all? I mean, it can't be that bad, can it?