We're wide awake now, our eyes are wide open. We're running this world, we keeping it turning

[opheliac]

Who: EVERYONE ON THIS DANG SHIP!
What: IT'S A PARTTTYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When: last week of april before more shit happens.
Where: rischie
Warnings: PG-13??? alcohol is definitely involved, teens being teens, drunk people or doing bad decisions??? who is to say!!!





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★ ENTRANCE.
★ THE DANCE FLOOR.
★ AT THE BAR.
★ GAME AREA.
★ DJ TABLE // PRIVATE WITH JINX
★ LOSER CORNER.
★ THE FOOD TABLE.
★ KARAOKE.
★ OUTSIDE RISCHIE.
★ WILDCARD.

Comments

[wimdy]

Smoooooth operaaator!

[ he allows his voice to soar with the chorus, clear and high and in tandem with sade over the speakers, he loves this melody and song. modern songs may be new to him, clubbing may be new to him, modern parties and this atmosphere might be new to him but he takes to it light and easy like a duck to water.

also watch out because in a slide of his hand to her waist he's suddenly dipping her, his own look almost just as purely happy as hers. what he loves is this after all, surrounded by music and dance and the beat, holding and being with someone he's so very fond of, wanting simply to be close. ]

[opheliac]

( the dip catches her off guard; her eyes wide but then she just laughs whole-heartedly after. and whenever he decides to pull her back up, jinx bites her bottom lip and shakes her head. he's a real goof, at least she thinks so. but a real fun goof.

and when she looks over to him again -- there's a real sudden impulse rushing through her veins. dare she? you know, what the hell! and then abruptly, she quickly leans forward to him; mashing her lips against his. the kiss itself is deep but a little messy given, well, alcohol swimming all around her.

and whenever they do pull away from it, jinx giggles and still in all smiles. )

[wimdy]

[ he's mid-song when she kisses him and--

the surprise of it almost could possibly make him drop her, but he mercifully doesn't. his look is stunned, for a moment his heart beats almost as hard as the bass or the pulse of club lights.

maybe if he were less drunk, maybe if he were less impulsive, maybe if he were less of a questionable awful depressive mess of a bard even if he tries to smother or hide it... but he pulls her up from the dip with a clasp of his hand, his face going terribly red. ] Jinx... [ taken almost completely off-guard, and yet it'd felt so nice, even as brief and abrupt as it was in the moment.

almost as if it's a competition or they're still playing a game, he leans in to steal another kiss, as sade plays. ]

[opheliac]

( what jinx expected after that was him either laughing it off or worst case scenario, him shoving her off. because that is just her luck in life. things not going smoothly. but to her surprise, none of these happened. instead, jinx is greeted with his lips on her this time around. and it's her turn to be surprise but... it washes away in seconds.

they should be dancing but she ceases all of that -- linking her arms back around his neck to return it. this time it isn't as sudden and brief, it's slow and relaxed. a thought flies by her and again she wonders if this is all real. it can't be, can it? a party, dancing, happiness, and now kissing? this is way too surreal. )

[wimdy]

[ maybe later he could blame the alcohol, the sheer surprise of the kiss, maybe later he... well no, even he would know he can't blame anything or anyone except himself. himself, for being lost in the moment, for--maybe, trying his best to ignore the whole complete utter mess of what he thinks of mizuki. how unfit he is to be close to people after all. how easy and simple it is to want to be light casual friends, to support them, and possibly the moment they try to genuinely get close to him his flight response activates.

maybe something of the flight response finally kicks in now even when he tries to kiss back and in the back of his head he suddenly remembers those times he wondered if he should or could kiss mizuki. it hits him like a cold shock--oh right, he has a boyfriend. and this goes to show just how terrible he could be at relationships after all, he really was always used to being alone.

he takes her arm; abruptly, stopping dancing, singing, even as the song continues to play. ] Jinx-- [ oh, man. he made a mistake. he really did. ]

[opheliac]

( jinx had to blink rapidly at the sudden halt of everything. she looks over at him puzzled; while also flushed from all that's been happening in such a fast pace. )

Yeah?

( did something happen she didn't notice? the music is still going so that's fine. and she doesn't hear any party-goers fighting or shouting, either. so...? )

[wimdy]

[ his mind flickers briefly over what he could or should do and--

actually, he might be a little too drunk to decide or choose. but there is one thing he often does when faced with difficult personal situations and that's... ]

Jinx, I'm sorry.

I have to go. [ at the moment, he can't even think of any excuse to give, or anything really at all. his mind is a buzz like static; he clasps her wrist, offers her the briefest smile that could barely hint of anything at all.

then disappears into wind, in a small burst of feathers. an unfortunate end for the night for them. ]

[opheliac]

Wait, wha — ?

( but it's too late, he already vanished -- leaving her to just stand there alone. what... what just happened? everything was going great, wasn't it? they were laughing and smiling just a few moments ago. although her mind is ridiculously foggy, she desperately tries to think back on where things slipped up.

'every time she comes, something goes wrong. she jinx us every job!' )

No...

( no, she jinxed this, didn't she? she thought being on this ship, she finally left that curse behind. but it only just found its way back; she can never shake from it. no matter where she is, no matter who she's with, she will just —

'because you're a jinx!' )

Why do I always have to ruin everything...?

( and now he's gone. she lost him. the light died out and is now left in the dark again. it was dumb of her to think she could be happy, to have friends, to have anything good. she was born to lose. and she should get that through her thick skull already. she should had stayed alone, distant from everything and everyone.

with a quivering breath, jinx finally walks off the dance floor and to the doors of rischie; leaving her own party. where will she go? what will she do now? who knows and who cares? )