MHA #2 | Friday Evening and probably onwards - the THIRD ANNUAL Christmas Rager!!

[defenderofdesmoines]

It was a Christmas miracle: an even tackier, way-too-early ugly sweater party.

With way, way too much alcohol, and a kinda ridiculous number of activities.

There were, of course, the ubiquitous plastic snowmen haunting (almost) every corner of the apartment, and one out on each of the Smokers' Balconies for good measure. There were strings of lights lining the ceiling, as well as tracing the edges of each window. There were cookies to decorate (and eat, because you definitely should eat, and there were moddable snacks aplenty as well.) While there was, of course, Christmas music playing, those with keen eyes (or at least, enough wherewithal to look around an apartment before you started potentially drinking heavily in it) might spot a karaoke machine that would come out later. One particularly tinsel-y corner had an abundance of Santa hats and reindeer antlers and wearable strings of lights to wear while taking photos, and in the guest room -- of course -- there was a much-fabled craft table, where you could make an ornament that didn't have to be in an immature shape, but definitely could be.

There was also, hovering slowly through the party, a drone with mistletoe dangling from it. A Mistle Drone, one might call it, even.

And, because this was the Christmas Rager, there was alcohol. There was so, so, so much alcohol. The kegs of Christmas ale had once been reordered, there was a Make Your Own hot chocolate and coffee bar, and while Annie would never argue that Summer's shot table wasn't the star of every party...this year was a little different. Mostly because of how they'd decided to serve Annie's punch: in a freestanding bathtub, just slightly off-center from the room.

Welcome to the third annual Christmas Rager. Hope you wore a sweater, because the hostesses both have glitter cannons in case you didn't show up festive enough!

[please hold for way too many threads and we're off! open to literally every single adult on the island -- students are welcome to attempt to crash, but they'll be busted.]

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Re: Arrive & Mingle | 12/2/22

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

Who didn’t love a good knee-length Christmas sweater (with tight purple-and-black leggings underneath)? Especially a purple knee-length Christmas sweater that said ‘Sleigh the Patriarchy’ in bold, white letters.

Margo was a fan, frankly, even if she did think so herself.

The sweater was already glittery, though, with magic glittery. “I brought the Christmas Bellinis,” she announced, holding a large peach bottle under each arm. “What’s up?”

Re: Arrive & Mingle | 12/2/22

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Oh, that's great," Annie told her with a happy sigh as she read Margo's sweater. "Bummed I didn't get ahold of that one."

Or rather, that her husband had not picked it out for her, but that actually sounded fairly patriarchal when you put it that way!

"Booze is all up that-a-way," she directed, pointing towards the bar with a grin. "Mind the tub."

Re: Arrive & Mingle | 12/2/22

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

Well, marriage was a patriarchal institution in general, if you asked Margo, and she hadn’t even been forcibly married off to a psychopathic infant yet.

But whatever, there were parties to be had. “I can’t believe you actually got a fucking booze bath tub,” she said admiringly. “Like talk about going above and beyond.”

Re: Arrive & Mingle | 12/2/22

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I saw it on TikTok," Annie explained, which really did do a lot of the heavy lifting regarding an explanation, she felt. "I have no idea how we're gonna top ourselves next year, though. Or where I'm gonna put that thing tomorrow."

Maybe she could...donate it? Merry Christmas, have a bathtub?

Re: Arrive & Mingle | 12/2/22

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

Margo tilted her head. Her expression could best be described as ‘exaggeratedly thoughtful’.

“Give it to someone as a Christmas gift?” she suggested. “Put a little bow on it and shit.”

Re: Arrive & Mingle | 12/2/22

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Who would be the funniest?" Annie wondered. "Oh! Oh, I know, I'll give it to Tiny."

Brilliant. Maybe he would like her, now!

(Nope.)

Re: Arrive & Mingle | 12/2/22

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

“Jesus christ, he’s gonna stack it with something else and make it weird.”

Re: Arrive & Mingle | 12/2/22

[stykera]

"What's a Christmas bellini?" Stark asked. "Hello, Margo."

Re: Arrive & Mingle | 12/2/22

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

“Stark!”

Margo would get around to explaining in a minute, when she wasn’t happily (and, okay, maybe she’d pre-gamed a little) throwing her arms around Stark’s shoulders for a soppy tipsy hug.

Re: Arrive & Mingle | 12/2/22

[stykera]

Stark was an alien who did not get enough hugs. This one was a bit unexpected but still welcome and he happily returned it.

"Having a good time?"

Re: Arrive & Mingle | 12/2/22

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

“I don’t know, I just got here,” Margo said, and snort-laughed as she pulled back. “I brought bellini,” she said, which Stark already knew. “It’s like if a bottle of champagne fucked a peach and they had a baby.”

Re: Arrive & Mingle | 12/2/22

[stykera]

"That... sounds like something that could happen on this island," Stark said with a grin.

Or possibly in Fillory? Maybe both.

"I don't think it has, yet, but it could."

Re: Arrive & Mingle | 12/2/22

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Ugh!" said Summer, appreciatively, when she spotted Margo. "I was thisclose to doing a sweater dress, but now I'm glad I didn't, because yours is way better, anyway, and I will absolutely take you up on one of those bellinis."

Re: Arrive & Mingle | 12/2/22

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

“Fuck, I’m glad I used magic to bring some more,” Margo said. She held out one bottle for her. “For the hostess!”

She was pretty drunk.

Re: Arrive & Mingle | 12/2/22

[sake_shinigami]

"Margo-chan ♥," Shunsui drawled with a smile as he swept by, tilting his hat with a slight bow. I'll trade you one of your Christmas bellinis for some of my Christmas sake ♥."

Re: Arrive & Mingle | 12/2/22

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

“Well, how can I resist?” Margo said, grinning. “You got a glass for me there? Maybe two?”

Re: Arrive & Mingle | 12/2/22

[sake_shinigami]

"Ahhh," Shunsui realized a fault in this plan already with a faint chuckle, "well, I have my sake cups, but that would make for a rather pitiful amount of your wonderful offerings, Margo-cha ♥. Give me but just a moment ♥."

And with an admittedly less impressive than his usual haori flutter of his kimono, Shunsui moved quickly toward the kitchen. Far too quickly; he had employed small bursts of teleportation to help things along, and then finally returned, bearing two large red plastic cup.

"Will these do ♥?" he asked. "It seemed rather fitting with our theme this evening ♥."

Re: Arrive & Mingle | 12/2/22

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

“Some real fuckin’ college style,” Margo said, snorting. “But it definitely fits the vibe.”

She’d set one of the bottles down on the floor, and was currently busy twisting the top off the other.

Re: Arrive & Mingle | 12/2/22

[died8yearsago]

"....I'd have a bellini," Rosa noted, because someone couldn't just say bellini and expect her to not want a bellini. Bellinis kicked ass, and Nancy Meyers would agree.

Re: Arrive & Mingle | 12/2/22

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

“Cup or glass?” Margo asked. She was already waving a bellini bottle at Rosa, yes.

Re: Arrive & Mingle | 12/2/22

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

Jon saw Margo and nodded. "Hello, Margo. You look lovely."

Did he look as if he were poised to run? Look, he was never sure how she'd take his presence, particularly when he wasn't looking his best.

Re: Arrive & Mingle | 12/2/22

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

“And you look like hell.”

He was lucky. She was pretty drunk.

Re: Arrive & Mingle | 12/2/22

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

"Er...yes, I-I'm aware. It's..." Well, never mind that. "It's good to see you."

Re: Arrive & Mingle | 12/2/22

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

“Been fighting off the munchies?” Margo asked. “Good.”

Re: Arrive & Mingle | 12/2/22

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

"Yes." John nodded. "It is." If he kept telling himself that, he might be able to believe it. "You, um. I hope you've been well."