tonight make me unstoppable

[mismanage.livejournal.com]

WHO: Sirius Black + OPEN
WHERE: Moonybase~!
WHEN: Thursday night, March 26th
WARNINGS: Nah
SUMMARY: Costume. Party.
FORMAT: Whatever you want.


Considering that it had been a total shit week, Sirius debated calling the party off a number of times. In the end, however, he figured a shit week was probably the best reason of all to have a party and get totally plastered so he went ahead and started setting up. For a guy like Sirius, setting up taking the liquor (bottles upon bottles of champagne, plus a bit whiskey and tequila) out of the cabinet and placing it somewhere people could reach it. For anyone under the age of... fifteen he had soda. Willow said she'd be bringing the fondue.

The “costume” requirement he had decided on last minute, and even then figured he wouldn't put one on and laugh at everyone who did, but come to think of it, why should he miss out on the fun? Sirius threw on a crown, wrapped himself in one of those ridiculous faux-fur robes, and put on The Clash. He proceeded to light a cigarette, take a shot or two of whiskey to start, and plop on the couch, waiting for guests.



[*You guys can just form new threads & talk to people & you know the drill party blah blah anything goes :)]

Comments

form new thread idea works awesomely /leaves this here ... also this is the longest post ever what

[wolfofmibu]

... Why the hell was he here again? Something had been mentioned about drinks. Right. Other than that Saitou could not care less about any of those attending. Or whoever was hosting it. Though the man did share Saitou's sentiment that, after all of the chaos that had engulfed the city, just about everyone could use a drink.

But that was exactly the issue.

The swordsman didn't like to mention it often; that when intoxicated Saitou tended to... go on a 'killing spree' of sorts. A great amount of alcohol in his system would only convert the man into a bloodthirsty killer; and Saitou didn't particularly like that. Being in control was key, especially in a place such as this.

But then again, he really needed a drink.

So to compromise, the Mibu wolf had left his sword at his apartment, to shy away any thoughts of destruction. And to remind himself that, a few drinks, fine, but more than that, not possible. Costumes, however, where another matter; and he was just going to nix that for now. His uniform was 130-years-old, anyway. Saitou was fairly certain that could pass as something.

The host here seemed to be donning quite an assortment, though. Saitou raised an eyebrow at it but just nodded his head at the man, whoever he was. ... Saitou probably should have at least given his alias before arriving here.

okay. meet Bart. he's hyper and plans to talk to EVERYONE. also, there is no timeline.

[gonnabeflash.livejournal.com]

Bart was really glad that the costume party still existed because he had to catch up meeting with other heroes in the City. And to be able to do it while disguised as a pirate was just even better.

He spotted a tall man who was probably very in character because he looked very serious and not the kind of people who'd go to a costume party but he was wearing a costume.

No idea of what.

He zipped in front of the man and smiled broadly. "Hey, what are you supposed to be?"

[pearlyspirit.livejournal.com]

Pearl was very excited about all this. She'd never been to a party like this before! Mr. Edgeworth had been the one to suggest her costume (http://www.poshtots.com/_common/_assets/product_images/465/16240_PD2.jpg), and she liked what she had found a lot. She didn't normal wear anything other than her medium robes, and this was a really pretty dress. But now that she was there, she wasn't entirely sure what to do. Well, maybe she could find the person who was throwing the party and she talk to Ruka and Mr. Edgeworth. She was sure it would be fun!

[gonnabeflash.livejournal.com]

When Bart saw some adorable girl looking around ten in a gigantic puffy bright pink dress, there was no way he could stop himself from zipping in front of her and smiling brightly.

"Hi!" He hold back the fact he wanted to ruffle her hair because they looked very neat like they were.

[furcoatsarebad.livejournal.com]

Slagar slid through the crowd, occasionally needing to correct for his balance, now that his tail was gone. Walking on two legs wasn't that difficult, given how they moved in his homeworld--although it was a bit strange, having to plant his feet flatly upon the floor. Enough practice had gone into it, though, that he almost never walked tip-toe by mistake anymore.

A little girl in a bright pink costume caught his eye, and he glided over to her, bowing elegantly, holding his cape out to one side with a hand.

"And who might you be, eh, little one?"

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

Hiruma strode into the party like it was thrown just for him. He was dressed like a gangster from the 1920's, looking sharp in a white fedora, white suit and white pants. His shoes were black and polished and he had an ace of spades card in the band of his hat. To complete the look, he had a real Thompson submachine gun swung over one shoulder. It wasn't loaded, but no one needed to know that.

Finding Sirius on the couch, Hiruma cackled and tilted his head, "Good idea, dogbreath. Or should I say 'your majesty the dogbreathed!' Kekekeke!"

[mismanage.livejournal.com]

Sirius glanced sideways to see Hiruma and smirked. "Most of my ideas are good," he said with a smirk, getting up. More people had been arriving -- to his delight, they were all in costume -- and he figured maybe now was the time to play good host. Or something.

"And just 'Your Majesty' is fine. Want a drink?"

have a matching icon

[darkprophecies.livejournal.com]

A swirl of darkness in the corner of the room - it was all the warning they were going to get of her arrival. For obvious reasons, she felt completely foolish in this outfit, attending such an event, especially after the last couple of days. Of all the things she could be spending her time doing after that... it was dressing in a costume and socializing over liquor that had been her choice. She needed to have her head examined...

As she stepped out of the dark essence, she immediately took on a wallflower role, a traditional one for her. Her back pressed tight against it she looked around - sure enough most others were in costume as well, and she slowly smoothed down the white silk fabric of the Egyptian garb she wore.
It had been historical and tasteful at the same time, a clear choice over the more... sexually-based ones the store had offered.

She greeted no-one, merely watched in a nervous silence.

[gonnabeflash.livejournal.com]

Oh! Someone he knew. If he was going to talk to everyone, he wasn't about to ignore Raven. Even if they hadn't talked to each other a lot. Or like... barely.

Time to rectify.

He waved as he walked towards her.

Oi OP is this the kind where we add-our-character-tags ourselves as we come in?

[dragony]

Ruka had never attended a party in her life, let alone one involving costumes, and she was trying her very best to not to appear out-of-place. She recognized a few faces, and most people were dressed in costumes. She was glad that she'd gotten a costume, as well — a pixie, of course, in pinks and reds, but her shoulder wings were as small and as unobtrusive as she could find. Her hair was unchanged, pale green, and thus still stood out everywhere.

She should have worn a hat.

[pearlyspirit.livejournal.com]

"Ruka!" Pearl was ecstatic to see the other girl there. She went over, carrying her tooth fairy wand and beaming at the green haired girl. "I'm really happy you came! Are you dressed up as a fairy too?"

[notlikeanyone]

Tim had not been given much of an option to avoid the costume party, and he had promised to try and take more breaks, so he figured that he might as well enjoy himself. And perhaps just get a little goodhearted revenge on his friends, so he showed up dressed in a Superboy costume - not just the t-shirt and jeans version, even, but the full blue and red spandex deal. It wasn't armoured, so it really did feel like a costume compared to the Robin uniform, and he wondered if he should've gone with the leather jacket, but... yeah, it was pretty cool, and not too ridiculous.

Not that he was as much of a social mingler (see: shameless flirt) as Kon, but hey, he was present, and not against talking to people.

[darkprophecies.livejournal.com]

The moment he arrived, Raven had nearly passed him right over for Superboy himself - only pausing at the familiar aura he seemed to exude. The smirk slowly pulled across her lips as his identity registered in her mind.

Leave it to Tim... but at least someone she was quite familiar with was here.

She latched her hands behind her back as she slowly pushed herself away from the comfort of her wall, maneuvering herself around people to make her way to him. She presented him with a slim eyebrow raise.
"Bright colors do seem to suit you, don't they?"

[1000thocean.livejournal.com]

The last few costume parties Willow attended were absolute disasters. There was usually something involving spells gone awry, crushes crushing on Inca mummies, and houses threatening to swallow her friends whole. However, a party full of super heroes in disguise shouldn't be too dangerous. Plus, it was Sirius and Willow liked him.

Liked. As in, kind of like like. Maybe. Sort of. It wasn't a big deal. Sirius was like if Oz and Xander morphed together to form Superman.

A part of her was still holding out for Oz to show up again and then there was the realist that knew she needed to move on. What would Buffy do? became her mantra for the past few weeks.

And things have been fine! She was studying again, and this time with the X-men. She had a steady job and nothing tried to kill her in a while. Sometimes, she would hang out with Sirius too and that wasn't so bad. In fact, it was--

Willow sighed, adjusting her big butterfly wings (http://i40.tinypic.com/28v9iew.jpg). It was a lost cause any way. Shouldn't think about it.

She brought the fondue like she promised and waited by the doorway awkwardly as she usually did at these functions.

aaw god she is so sweet ; also my tags are lame sorry

[mismanage.livejournal.com]

Recognizing Willow at the door, Sirius waltzed over to her, bottle of champagne and glass in hand of course, grinning.

"You made it!" He said brightly. And in costume too! Brilliant.

He glanced at the fondue. "I'll swap you a drink for that."

[400yearsold.livejournal.com]

Adam entered the party dressed as Zorro. (http://www.anniescostumes.com/ru56166.jpg) Black mask, fake sword, dorky cape, the works. However, he had decided to put a twist on the party. People knew who he was. Half the city thought he was somewhat sketchy. He knew at least one person would object to him being at a party. He just wanted a little fun...in more ways than one, of course.

So, Adam showed up at the party with a healthy dose of stubble on his chin and a practically perfected American accent. He had spent around a hundred years in America, he had plenty of time to get the accent. This should be fairly simple, right?

Walking over to the table, Adam poured himself a drink.

STALKER TIME IS \GO/

[wolfofmibu]

Standing around observing all the socializing was something Saitou could pass on, really. And he'd much rather complete his objective of having some alcohol after recovering finally from that long three-day battle with the freaks. Someone he didn't immediately recognize appeared to have the same idea, and Saitou looked over the various bottles. The swordsman wasn't particularly enjoying that all of the labels were in English, though. He'd only just begun being able to speak it somewhat-understandable. Their alphabet was an entirely different matter.

[bluffing-ruffle.livejournal.com]

He had never much enjoyed the idea of attending parties; they seemed frivolous things, wastes of time better spent on work and other matters of more urgency. Although he had been taught how to conduct himself well enough while in attendance--the one good thing von Karma had done for him--he had kept far away from them for many years.

Even the strictest of rules had their exceptions, however, and there were presently three (four, if he bothered counting Sirius) people demanding his presence. Part of the given reason for said party had been Lupin's birthday, and while he was not overfond of ridiculous traditions, he had thought that perhaps the man could do with another happy moment--some small, silly thing with which to fight off darker memories. The other two, of course, were Ruka and Pearl; they had wanted to attend, and he had no intention of letting them go alone. One could not be sure of the motives of those in attendance, after all.

Still, simply coming to the party did not mean he had to socialize beyond whatever was purely necessary, and so he'd chosen to sit at the very fringe of the main area, watching everyone as they went about their business.

The fact that he'd chosen to wear a ridiculously elegant costume--that of a Captain of the Musketeers, no less, complete with a proper rapier--was just a private bit of humor, and compliance with the theme. After all, there was no need to irritate the host any more than absolutely necessary, was there? In any case, doing something meant doing it well, and so he had.

[gonnabeflash.livejournal.com]

More non-pirate non-ninja people with rapiers.

And the rapier looked like a real one. Before the man could react, Bart was crouched by his side and poking the tip of the weapon, maybe a bit too intensely because it pierced through his skin.

He frowned and let out an annoyed sound but he was healed a second later, standing in front of the newcomer.

"Why did you bring a real weapon here?" He asked, curious and suspicious.

[furcoatsarebad.livejournal.com]

Ahh, a party. What greater way to introduce yourself to friend and foe alike, and be seen as nothing but an honest goodbeast than that? All one needed was to know how to work the trust of others; important information could be had with just a simple slip of a too-relaxed tongue. He had done that many a time, and this one would be no different. Names and faces were often the potential start of greater things, and if more could be uncovered, well! So much the better.

He had hardly needed to work at coming up with a costume; the clothes he had been wearing upon entrance to Redwall Abbey had come through the Porter with him, and after some observation of 'human' society, he had realized that what was normal and comfortable for him would be considered unusual enough to count that night.

It was a wonderful joke, really. To show up to a 'costume' event as one's natural self and get away with it was cleverness of a grand sort.

Slagar wore his red-and-purple diamond-patterned silk hood and the matching-design velvet cloak with the night-sky motif on the underside, along with his brown tunic and thick belt. Thankfully, trousers of a kind had been easily acquired, as had the boots, and although it felt very odd indeed to go barefooted (...and unfurred and detailed and nonmuzzled), he passed the requirements with flying colors.

The new language--English, was it?--was unfamiliar, but he'd found (thankfully) that he had no more trouble speaking it than that of his own world. Nor were the plants and minerals of this world very different from those at home, and much of his bag of 'tricks' had already been replaced. The rest would not be far off in following.

It was dressed in that fashion that Slagar, now calling himself Lunar Stellaris, came to enter the house in which the party was being held; upon his arrival, he slowly wormed his way back and forth through the crowd, listening to people speak, in one place for a while and somewhere else the next.

[gonnabeflash.livejournal.com]

Someone he wanted to go talk to more than the others even if he didn't know him. With an epic costume. That was special.

And the closer Bart got, the more he found it was, indeed, a fabulous idea to talk to that particular stranger. Hey, pleasant company was always awesome.

Not to mention the pleasant company had a really cool costume.

"Hey, I'm Bart," he said once in front of the man (seemingly appearing as he had come at superspeed) even though he hadn't asked his name.

[loltraitorlol.livejournal.com]

Starscream still thought his costume was terribly clever. It brought back some fairly good memories, actually, even if the incident hadn't ended well - they'd almost sent the Autobots into the sun, he hadn't fought with Megatron, the only reason they'd failed even was because of one of those damn kids, and their failure hadn't even been that egregious.

Good times.

So it was that yes, Starscream was indeed dressed as Optimus Prime - and a fairly good costume, too, one that he'd constructed out of PVC. At present he'd taken the helmet off as it was hot and restricted his field of view, and was merrily helping himself to food and alcohol.

[gonnabeflash.livejournal.com]

Wooooh, someone knew with a plastic robot costume of some sort.

Ooooh, a transformer. Optimus Prime? Was the guy actually Optimus Prime? Because there were transformers on the board who were now human and all that but he didn't know what they looked like.

So he zipped by him, looking like he's appeared out of nowhere, and asked him immediately, "So are you the real Optimus Prime?"

[pullingyourlegs.livejournal.com]

Perhaps she had underestimated the heroes, Riful thought, as she walked through the door. The sheer level of energy in the place! It was just too much, and some of the guests looked positively mouthwatering. But Riful had self control to a fault, and she'd sated herself quite fully the last week. She could go without feeding for much longer than a little party, especially if it got her the chance to see potential allies in action. The witch hat was the cheapest thing she had been able to find--no point in buying too much and running out of the money she had taken from their bodies--but she thought it was appropriate.

Smiling brightly, she gathered her cloak around her and began scanning the room. Hopefully they would chalk it up to little-girl nervousness; after all, this was her first party.

[soldieringshin.livejournal.com]

Jomy had basically decided he would try to participate but keep himself as discreet as possible throughout the entire event - he wasn't even really wearing a costume. He'd never planned to actually be a part of the celebration, though - not only because he wouldn't have felt comfortable doing so in the first place - but because he knew he couldn't let himself get distracted. Blue was still here, still too weak to move around freely; the flow of thoughts and energies alone would probably tire him enough...

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted when he saw a girl walking in a witch costume. It had only taken him a second to recognize her face from that video feed, but it took him longer to decide whether it would be appropriate to approach her. In the end, he found himself slowly stepping towards Riful and, standing at a formal distance, he greeted her with a soft (somewhat hesitant) tone in his voice.

"Riful?" A moment. "I'm Jomy."

[notyetwritten.livejournal.com]

Fakir had no idea why he'd bothered to come to this party.

He was too young to drink in this country (heck, he was technically too young to drink in his own country, not that it really mattered), he wasn't very social, and, well.

He hated parties.

He'd tried to dress as Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, going for a vaguely Renaissance outfit, all in black, with a skull he'd bought from a party shop, but mostly he ended up looking like himself.

Crossing the room, he found himself a nice corner and hoped that he might find an oppertunity to leave.

oh god i am sorry :(

[pullingyourlegs.livejournal.com]

My, what was that thing in the corner? Whatever it was, it was quite definitely catching her interest. The boy was clearly human, but there was something terribly powerful and off about his energy, and Riful had absolutely no idea what it was. How intriguing! She would have to investigate further--the key was in doing so without driving him away.

Slowly, she moved towards the other side of the room, pausing to pick up some snack she couldn't even identify and wouldn't be able to eat anyway. Goodness, but the facade of humanity was annoying. Eventually, she neared the corner and its fascinating occupant.

"Oh, hello," she said, smiling at the boy in a manner she hoped was disarming. If nobody had been disturbed by her presence so far, she was probably safe, but you never did know--and surely not everyone here was so blind. "I like your skull."

[soldieringblue]

Sirius had given plenty notice of his plans to invite a multitude of people to the house beforehand, and even with all that time to rest and reflect, the sheer diversity of images, thoughts, and sounds that echoed throughout the room was, at times, overwhelming. Men and women from all walks of life intersecting, some acquainted, others complete strangers. The strongest voice of all passing through all, Sirius, playing host--it suited him.

Blue, however, could not participate. Confined to his room down the hall, he simply sat up, too distracted by the sounds outside to focus on the book in his lap. It wasn't bad--if anything, it was fascinating. Had he been able to rise and walk down the hall, he wouldn't have known where to start. Here was fine.

ooc; for the new or unchecked, permissions post, please!

ohmygod, please blow his cover

[400yearsold.livejournal.com]

Eventually, Adam had wandered out from the main room where the party was. The reason? He had spilled liquor on himself and wanted to wash it out slightly. What he had temporairly forgotten was that this wasn't his house. He had no clue where the restrooms here here. And, Adam being a complete idiot, he forgot to ask Sirius or somebody else in charge.

So, he opened a door at random only to find a person with a book in his lap. Oh. That wasn't the bathroom.

"Dude, I'm sorry," he said, American accent as always present. He paused, thought for a moment, then looked back at Blue. "D'you know where the john is?"

[fuego-bailando.livejournal.com]

No way was Axel gonna say no to a party. He totally loved them. Well, he would if he had a heart, but no time for emo Nobody woe-is-me-I-do-not-feel crap today! There was food and booze.

So he swaggered through the crowd towards the food, dressed like a pirate. Of course, with some trouble. "How the hell does Xigbar even survive with this damn thing?" he muttered as he crashed into a coudh.

Maybe the eyepatch wasn't such a great idea.

*throws Pearl at everyone ever*

[pearlyspirit.livejournal.com]

Wow, that was really red hair. Even redder than Ms. Hart's! And spikier than Mr. Nick's, which she didn't think was possible before now... Anyway, the reason Pearls was over here was because she had gotten hungry and had decided to get some food. She looked over the selection, trying little bits of all the things she didn't know what they were.

[punmanarmy.livejournal.com]

Metabee absolutely loved parties. He was the kind of guy who was loud and rambunctious and loved to be the center of attention, and if parties weren't a good place for being just that normal obnoxious self of his, then he didn't know where a good place was.

He'd dressed himself up as a hercules beetle (http://i41.tinypic.com/dyaae8.jpg), true to his last costume party as well. Of course it looked ridiculous and the huge horns were a hassle when it came to ducking in and out of doors, but he was overall pleased with it. Even if it was something he'd made out of cardboard at the last second.

He already had a soda in one hand, his third one already. Metabee was a soda chugging monster.

[gonnabeflash.livejournal.com]

Bart spotted the newcomer - it wasn't hard seeing as he had the most obviously annoying and obtrusive costume in the party. It didn't mean the costume wasn't really great, of course, just that is was hard to miss.

He zipped by the newcomer, also a soda in his hand. "Hi."

[bibliowolf.livejournal.com]

Costumes withstanding, Remus had done little beyond fixing his robes for a more battle appropriate style, wand holstered, but perfectly visible and withing reach. He'd given Sirius permission and opened the house to everyone, but was still surprised at the number of people that had shown up. Keeping to the edge of the crowd, he slipped easily and quietly into the kitchen to make tea.

[sir-warrior.livejournal.com]

Richard had lingered near the edges of the party, but after only seeing Pearl in his immediate vicinity decided to escape to the kitchen for breathing space. He wasn't wearing much--he had bought a toy shield and some costume armor. He had a small plastic sword stuck into his belt to complete the look of a knight, and seeing others in costume managed to make him feel less silly. He paused as he saw Remus, about to back up before deciding against him. He cleared his throat before speaking, abruptly aware of his thick accent.

"Oh, hello. I didn't see you there."

[pacifister]

It had been his idea originally, but Heero had been easy to convince. Too many days spent recuperating from injuries and trying to decide what to do about the recent situations. The first had been the video post to the community. Too many people had seen it, could recognize Quatre - how many natural platinum blonds teenage boys lived in this city and had powers? - and at least one would attempt to arrest him on sight.

The problem had been solved almost too easily and Quatre absently reached up to pull at the black strands of hair now hanging in his face. A mask for a Musketeer costume and he had been completely prepared for the party. The second problem however was still unsolved and Quatre was prepared to deal with it now. This was the first time they had both been out in public in weeks and he was prepared to enjoy it.

[waywardwing.livejournal.com]

Heero moved back to Quatre after eyeing the size of the crowd, walking in his costume with complete ease. He adjusted the mask before speaking, pitching his voice so he could be heard over the general din.

"There are a few snacks and soda, if you want." He was quietly enjoying the ability to be out again, and he was sure it showed. "All the food appears to be untainted, even with the alcohol." The last thing they needed was to accidentally have anything spiked.

If he were completely honest with himself, he knew he had agreed to come for his sake as much as Quatre's. Staying inside for so long had frayed his patience, and he had grown agitated over the last couple of days. Being able to disguise himself and mingle with only a minimal risk had been welcome.

/slinks in late

[yayashton.livejournal.com]

Ryan had bought some strange clothing when he had arrived in the City - mostly indicative of the fact that he was a theatre nerd. Among those items was a striped scarf and a burgundy/sky blue sweater that Ryan bought because he needed a sweater and a scarf. The fact that the whole ensemble resembled Mark (http://www.musicalsonline.com/rent/mark.jpg) from RENT was entirely intentional. It was also very likely unrecognizable, even with the video camera he was carrying - not that the camera was particularly accurate, being constructed from memory. It didn't even work.

But it was for the purposes of the costume bit of the party and it would do for that. As the final tough, because presentation often precluded comfort or functionality, Ryan was not wearing a hat. He had skipped the glasses, because they made him look a lot more dorky than intended.

In fact, he had an air of class about him that was slightly inappropriate for his costume. It was in the way he held himself as he stood against a wall with a cup of water in one hand and his camera in the other. Ryan would wait for someone to come to him, partially because he didn't want to move and partially because there was no dance floor he could see thereby removing the one place where Ryan felt most comfortable.

It was always easier to wait.

Bart will attack you even if you're late.

[gonnabeflash.livejournal.com]

People waiting for others to approach them (or those who were all out hiding) always managed to get Bart on their back fast enough. He'd run around the room every time he felt like he had energy to spent and spot them while doing so.

And Bart really wasn't the type to let someone alone without at least trying to talk to them. Especially if they were drinking water because who drank water at a party.

He zipped to the iced thingie that contained the pop, grabbed a cream soda and zipped to the guy leaning on the wall.

From his point of view, a teenager dressed like a pirate had just appeared out of thin air, offering him a can of pop. "You can't keep on drinking water here, sorry," Bart told him, half-serious.

Damn my need for sleep!

[batmanii.livejournal.com]

As much as he hadn't wanted to miss this, Terry did not like the idea of going in a costume. It was one thing to run around in tights (they were very high tech tights!) but another to do it for recreational purposes. That said, he did want to see the tears and recriminations and he did miss having time to let loose. He'd told Raven it was essential, but he'd been neglecting it himself. Still, it had taken him a while to decide what to do before he remembered the domino from before. Well, no one else would probably get the joke of a blue bird and domino, but he sure did and it was about amusing himself.

He slipped in and smile; music and young (no one looked all that much older than himself that he could see) people were a good mix. Maybe it'd be a good night after all.

No worries, Bart is there to answer to EVERYONE!

[gonnabeflash.livejournal.com]

When you were a hero full-time, wearing a domino mask at a costume party seemed cheap. And some way to not mix with people.

Considering Tim wasn't wearing a mask or sunglasses or anything, the pack of people hiding their face looked incredibly paranoid. And a random domino that didn't fit with a costume stood out even more than, say, the Zorro mask.

Bart ran to the newcomer, invading his personal space quite intensely. "Hey. So. What are you supposed to be?" he asked without waiting.

I do not have any tags with Bart in this log anymore. So. Let's talk to Sirius.

[gonnabeflash.livejournal.com]

He'd waited for a pretty long time before deciding it'd be kind of nice to talk to the one who had organized that party. Bart had just began talking to everyone and everyone became even more people and eventually he had forgotten about the fact he had ever planned talking to Sirius.

So once he had no one in particular to talk to and after he'd drank enough pop to give him all the energy he'd spent running around in the last hours, he spotted the host, still wearing his fancy crown, and reached him quickly.

"Cool party."

:D

[mismanage.livejournal.com]

He'd been drinking for a bit now and found his way back onto the couch, happily, with a glass and bottle nearby although his robe had been discarded next to him. It was too hot for that sort of nonsense.

Sirius grinned at the kid and raised his glass in mock salute. "Thanks mate!" He was glad everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, no fights had broken out, nothing had been broken. So far. "Having fun, then?"