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

[pineapplesalmon]

A little laugh at the tug, and then he shakes his head with amusement. "All right. I guess you can come."

But the tug reminds him of—no, don't think about it; he runs a self-conscious hand over his goatee. "... You like my goatee, though?"

Oops. There must have been chalk on that hand. Seems like there's blue in it again.

[lightconductor]

"What?" That's so odd a question to him that he pauses to look at César again. "Yes, of course I do. It suits you wonderfully. Here, you have chalk in it again." Watson steps close again, this time pulling out a handkerchief. "It must be all over your fingers. Honestly."

He presses the cloth into César's hands, and then goes about tidying up his beard for him again. "We are rapidly giving up any pretence of secrecy, you realise. I think perhaps we are not very good at this."

[pineapplesalmon]

César opens his mouth to admit why he asked, but then he's simply enjoying being fussed over. He gives a little laugh and starts cleaning off his hands. They had said he can't keep wrapping up his happiness in his brother, and he has to remind himself that—thought truncated.

"I'm glad you like it... and I think you're right. About the chalk and the secrecy. But perhaps we should just aim for 'low-key' instead of 'completely secret'. I'm not sure we can manage much else." César shows him the handkerchief, completely amused. "It could've been far worse."