lake party invite + mingle (open)

[channellings]

Who: any and everyone!
Where: the lake and nearby!
When: right now! (july 7th, afternoon)
What: motha 👏 fuckin 👏 lake 👏 party
Warnings: Language (!!!) for now, will be added as needed!



[no, this is not a joke and yes, it's an actual invite to a party over the network from the username: cock.licking.idiot (and no, that's not a joke, either).

those who decide that they'd rather not be square will arrive at some unspecified patch of lake shore (thanks, klaus) at a similarly unspecified time (good work, asshat) to discover that something resembling a slapdash but heartfelt lake party along the northern waterfront. a couple of tables have been dragged out of nearby cabins and now hold a probably inadvisable quantity of foods, at least half of which don't belong at a party by any means. is this what rationing looks like? this is definitely what rationing looks like. there's also an alcohol table, filled pretty sparsely early on in the party but gathering bottles and cans throughout the day. (word of mod says feel free to wing it on what kind of alcohol we have!).

a number of chairs sit in a wobbly line in the stone-filled waterfront sand, most of them not meant for beachgoing but nearly all of them able to recline. about fifty feet down the beach seems to be the splash zone, where all water horseplay exists well out of range of splashing those sitting in beachside chairs. some people dive or cannonball off the mostly-sturdy pier, while others seem to be batting around a-... is that a beach ball they have? no, it seems to be a balloon that says "get well soon". how fitting. please, someone bring them a fucking beach ball.

(this is a mingle! go ahead and make top-levels or tag into other people's.)]

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[porndealer]

[This stranger says a few things that go over his head, but what he does take in out of everything is the once over and the 'by the look of you'. Oh. Oh well then. Considering the time they've all had of things since arriving he is going to enjoy the little bit of attention he's getting, thank you very much.

Don't mind him pulling his fan out, brows raising a little.]

What about my looks makes you think sweet?

[Just gonna fan himself leisurely.]

Back home we really only drink wine. Nothing tastes like that potato water stuff.

[kingish]

Vodka does come in the enjoyable experience variety. Just. Not this one. This one is only to be endured in the most secret of secret shames. Although...

[ hmmmm. he picks up the very questionable bottle again, examining it before setting it back down and performing another of those elsewhere mentioned fancy finger motions over the top. a hiss snakes its way out of the glass mouth, cloudy plume of unidentified grossness dissipating into the air. you know how if you put cheap vodka through a brita filter enough times it becomes almost drinkable? that's what that spell just did, because of course eliot knows a spell that does that. ]

Much better.

[ a back and forth swish under his nose confirms the contents now smell a lot less like windex, so he tips some into the closest clean glass, humming something irresponsible under his breath. i refuse to write out how he puts this fancy thing together, but be assured it involves several ingredients this party did not previously possess, and more magic than anyone person is ever supposed to use at once unless they're saving the world or something. he eyes his considerably shorter companion with sparkly amusement as he does, because he is adorable. ]

You're not supposed to ask, you know. You're just supposed to infer that means I think you're sweet. It's a compliment. Don't they have flirting wherever you really only drink wine?

[ that would be a terrible tragedy, his big sad eyes seem to say. loudly. ]

Try this.

[ he passes over the glass, now blue, faintly glowing, and a delightful blend of fruity and tart. just like eliot! ]

a million years later i'm sorry eliot

[porndealer]

[Secret of secret shames? Now he's curious.

But this very tall man with his curly hair and opinions on alcohol is doing some strange hand motions and something to the bottle of horrible terrible... vodka. That's what it's called. Vodka. The name sounds like a bad time.]

Oh we have flirting, but it's so boring. All careful words and little glances.

[Which is romantic, sure, but sometimes it's just nice to hear that someone thinks you're pretty. Or cute. Adorable. Any other synonym. Thank you for giving him that little shot of serotonin, Eliot.]

Wine helps though, loosens tongues.

[Huaisang smiles just over the top of his fan, eyes definitely interested in everything Eliot is doing. Is he some kind of drink magician? The drink he offers him is glowing and he wants him to try it. He's unsure, but also curiosity gets the better of him for sure.]

Whoa, how did you do that? It looks too pretty to drink.

[But again, he's far too curious and with a cautious sniff he decides to hell with it. It can't be any worse than what he'd drank at first. The surprise that springs up on his face makes it clear it definitely is.]

Oh- [Just gonna have another sip. Prolonged.] Can you make more of this?