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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"Summer picked it out for me," Stark told him. "And told me I had to wear these," he added, gesturing at his leather-clad legs. "Or I would have to have some horrible jello in the future."

"Have to?" Watts said, giving Stark's legs the once-over because those were some interesting pants.

All the cool space kids wore leather, Watts. It was very practical in space. Any aesthetic benefits were a bonus.

"She's very persuasive." And Stark hated disappointing people, particularly ones he cared about.

Watts didn't know Summer all that well, so he hadn't quite seen that side of her. "She certainly approaches the world with a degree of- enthusiasm- I don't see often." That much, at least, he could say with confidence.

"She is very enthusiastic," Stark agreed. "About so many things. Like her parties."

In case that wasn't obvious from how the apartment looked...the way it did.

"Yes," Watts agreed. "And her gelatin creations." He should, he supposed, try one. Particularly since she'd gone to the trouble of making some both Hanukkah-themed and vegan.

"She does love her jello. And other foods. She's had classes on terrible foods, just so she could subject the rest of us to them. You should try some of the jello, if you haven't."

Watts nodded. "I'm familiar. I attended the ones she held over the summer. And I will." Just wait until someone told him one of them was wine based.

"Her classes are always interesting." That was one word for it. "So is the jello. Sometimes too interesting."

“I enjoy trying new things, but even I have my limits,” Watts said with a nod.

"Were you there for the cheese with the maggots?" Stark asked. "That was...too much."

He was willing to try a lot of things. That was not one of them.

“I absolutely did not eat that,” Watts confirmed. “Steven brought me Mexican food after, though,” he added. And in doing so had officially cemented what had become a routine between the
two of them with regards to lunches.

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

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