defenderofdesmoines | MHA #2 | Friday Evening and probably onwards

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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"It's a work in progress," Jane agreed, making a face. "But hey, I get to be tall like this!"

Oh yeah, live the dream of not needing a step stool anymore.

"I mean, that seems like a perk?" Annie suggested, trying to follow along with how that was all working. "I'm Annie, by the way, hi! Welcome. This is my apartment."

"Jane," she replied with a smile. "Summer invited me. Though I think it was because I tried the spaghetti jello shot and actually came back after that."

"The way to Summer's heart is through her jello, it's true," Annie noted, looking both sort of impressed and sort of grossed out. "You're braver than I am, though -- I've never had one of the gross ones."

It was usually so easy to avoid them!

"It mostly tasted like spaghetti-O's before you warm them up?" Which was a very unique flavor that would stick with her forever.

"Yeah, see, I'm good on that," Annie told her, shaking her head. "You can usually stay safe by just not ordering the last shot on the list."

Though Summer also usually hooked it up and labeled them accordingly, too. Came right out with the gefilte fish of it all from the jump.

"But she always seems so happy when you get it!" And Jane had to really let that whole Thor thing happen there.

"Trust me, she'll be happy if you just get a normal one, too," Annie promised her, shaking her head with a laugh. "Save yourself. Or, really? Get all the normal ones. You get a little drunk, but you don't have to eat spaghetti jello."

Annie would do a lot of things to not eat spaghetti jello. Eating four jello shots was like, not even a hard sell.

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

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