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Post by Grace Cohen on Aug 18, 2012 11:23:59 GMT -6
Grace Cohen glanced around. Nearly everyone was here; they were waiting on a few stragglers. The house was filled with Sam’s favourite things and therefore decked out with everything you could possibly imagine. The only thing missing was a real dragon egg that Sam could raise to be her own. Everyone loved Sam which meant she had loads of guests, almost too many to fit in the house. They had even set up a massive trampoline in the backyard and lights and tables and things for people to sit outside. At the moment light outside lights were turned off of course. Owen had the job of flipping the switch that would turn on everything at once. He may have appeared to be a moody hard shelled individual but underneath he was a big softy. There was a mountain of gifts stacked on top of one of the tables. In case no one actually brought a present (which most everyone did, mind you a lot of it was some form of alcohol, a lot of which Grace had concocted into various mixed drinks) Grace had taken it upon herself to get Sam quite a few things she had wanted, a lot of them being from the likes of Zonko’s Joke Shop and things to share with all the party goers. A few of them, the more important ones however, were a bit more special.
Grace wasn’t usually big on huge romantic gestures, however she knew that deep down Sam loved them. A surprise birthday party in Grace’s mind was a way of catering to her romantic side without being too overly mushy. Finally as a few more people meandered on in Grace glanced down at her mobile which read: ‘Be there in five minutes’ from Harry. She climbed on top of a chair, “Sam will be here in five minutes, time to find a hiding spot before we hit the lights,” and with that everyone scrambled to find a decent hiding spot, most of them behind various pieces of furniture. Owen shut off all the lights so that it was nearly pitch black, then after a minute Grace could hear footsteps and the door opening. Suddenly the lights flashed on and everyone jumped out and yelled, “Surprise!!” blowing whistles and throwing glitter, it was a cacophony of sound.
((ooc: Sam’s surprise party is here! It can be Sam walking through the door or someone else btw, hehe.))
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Post by Samantha Robbins on Aug 18, 2012 12:32:00 GMT -6
(ooc: Hurrah!)
"Okay, so, I still think speed limits are meant as rough guidelines..." Sam said cheerfully to Harry as she jumped out of his car and started walking up the path to her house. She'd had a perfectly pleasant birthday, really, and it would be an insult to her good friend Harry to suggest otherwise. She was a little put out that she didn't get to hang out with Grace, sure, and was confused over why Mason hadn't gotten back to her about the cake and no one seemed to be answering her texts... but it was fine. She'd celebrate with her housemates, embarrass Mason by making a big deal about him turning 31 on Sunday, and save the big blowout for every single other occasion she saw fit to celebrate.
Sam jammed her key in the door, throwing it open and jumping suddenly as the lights turned on and what looked like every single person she knew jumped out from behind the furniture. "OH MY GOD, YOU GUYS!" Sam yelled at the top of her lungs, unable to restrain herself from jumping up and down. She ran over and practically tackled Grace before hugging everyone else within arm's reach. And, okay, she may have shed a tear. Hopefully no one noticed. "Christ, how did you all keep this from me?!"
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Post by Mason Mitchell on Aug 18, 2012 12:55:27 GMT -6
Alright, so the yelling of 'surprise' Mason would do willingly, the blowing of whistles and the throwing of glitter he gave a miss; he didn't think Sam would begrudge him being a bit of a spoil sport on that considering he regarded celebrations and outpourings of joy to be fairly icky. The only reason he put up with huge parties on his birthday or one of their housemates' birthdays was because Sam herself was so damn brilliant that to deny her the joy of a big blow-out party would be like kicking a puppy in the face. Repeatedly. Whilst also killing Bambi's mother. So, he was enthusiastically greeting the birthday girl in his own way, a bottle of lager in hand while he slung arm around her shoulder in a one-armed hug. It was about as affectionate as he ever got but he was a right big softie when it came to her.
At Sam's question, "Wi' feckin' great difficulty I can tell yeh. Personally I went fer the all-out avoidance tactic," Mason explained with a grin at Sam, "Yeh have no idea how hard it was fer me to not say yes to cake and/or drugs when yeh kept texting me 'bout it," he pointed out with a good-humoured laugh. "Happy Birthday anyway, 23 now, yer old Robbins, face it."
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Post by Grace Cohen on Aug 18, 2012 14:49:36 GMT -6
Grace hugged Sam in return, and smiled at her. She had noticed the tear but would never say anything about it. “Mostly avoidance,” she replied. “If you are wondering why I kept canceling on you and changing plans this is it, and the fact that you are probably the only person in the world who can catch me in a lie.” Grace smiled at Sam, almost as if to say ‘I love you’ without actually saying anything. She hadn’t told Sam yet and she wasn’t sure that she could. They had been dating for a really long time, and she really thought she should, because deep down she knew she felt that way about Sam, but had trouble articulating her emotions. “Also I may or may not have threatened everyone, sometimes twice that if they told you I would refuse to serve them at O’Connors,” she smirked, a few times she had even lied about them being black balled from any other bar mentioning The Hog’s Head, The Loft, or The Three Broomsticks depending on the person. It turns out there was a bit of Slytherin manipulation tactics left in her yet. Everyone, even Mason was getting into the Birthday spirit. Even Owen the curmudgeon of birthdays, well he was 900 years old or so birthdays had to get old after at least 100, had donated his room for the night and magically transformed it into a large roller derby rink equipped with everything a person might need, as well as alcohol and other such nonessentials. Every room was themed with one of Sam’s favourite things, whether it was from a film, a place, or even things like breakfast food. It was like a theme park and club all rolled into one catered to Sam where all friends were invited. There was also more alcohol, food, and drugs in this house than a bar and club combined, courtesy of Grace and Justin and O’Connors bar mostly on the alcohol front. The drugs who knew really, Grace was guessing Rhys, though she herself had bought quite a bit of pot from a few guys she used to hang out with in Knockturn Alley as well as a few magically enhanced lollipops that were perfectly harmless but did make you see psychedelic colours and make everything shiny. “Happy Birthday!” Grace cheered, kissing Sam quickly; she wasn’t much for PDA especially when she really liked the person. Someone when it didn’t matter then it was okay. After two weeks of avoiding Sam, and a month of appearing wavering (mostly because it had taken her that long to plan this monstrosity) she wanted to let Sam know that she cared. ((ooc: Hope that is okay what I said for the house, I figured it would be like a kid in a candy store for Sam? But I can change it. And hope it was okay about what I said about Justin and Rhys, I figured Justin would as you said make/bring the beers and Rhys might have some drugs but he doesn’t need to have brought all of them. Btw Grace couldn’t have gotten her a dragon egg obviously, but should she have gotten Sam a bearded dragon lizard (the ones with the ruffle sort of like a lion?) I think they are also called Pogona?))
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Post by Samantha Robbins on Aug 19, 2012 19:16:52 GMT -6
(ooc: Adorable!)
Finally releasing Grace, Sam stepped back and swatted Mason lightly on the arm. "Hey, I'm still early twenties! We're living in an era of extended adolescence; I've got like ten years before I'm supposed to have my shit together, okay." She ran off to investigate the lights coming from Owen's room, yelling, "I'M STILL MAKING YOU A CAKE!" from the doorway before she disappeared.
Gaping at the floor now equipped for roller skating, Sam threw open the closet in the corridor and pulled her skates on within seconds flat. She didn't even notice the gifts -- this was all the present she needed, really. There was a 99% chance she'd be stumbling around the house in her skates all night long. "Okay, who's gonna be my skating partner?" she asked while leaning against the doorway, eyebrows raised.
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Post by Justin Biermann on Aug 19, 2012 19:57:50 GMT -6
Justin dragged a large cooler from the kitchen, dumping a bag of ice into the empty vessel and artfully arranging his various beers. He wasn't sure what people were going to like, so he brought a little of everything. As someone who would rather spend a night with some takeaway and a Netflix documentary than go to a party, and appreciated fine beers for the taste rather than getting pissed as quickly as possible, he was a little out of his element.
This was immediately reinforced by the spliff in his pocket that Rhys had handed him a half hour ago (with a wink that made him very nervous), which he'd been intermittently rolling between his hands and agonizing over ever since. He'd never done it before, but as a man of intellectual curiosity, he had to try it once, surely? And he'd been making an effort to loosen up more all year.
Looking around like someone might jump out and scold him (which, at this party, was PATENTLY RIDICULOUS) he lit the spliff with the end of his wand and took the world's most awkward looking hit. He wasn't sure how long he was supposed to hold the smoke in, but luckily he didn't have to worry about that... as he immediately launched into a massive coughing fit.
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Post by Noah Coulson on Aug 20, 2012 7:50:59 GMT -6
Walking through the house, Noah managed to catch up with Sam just as she was putting on roller skates. He bent down to talk to her, "Epic blowout, Robbins, probably gonna be one of your best. Happy birthday," he enthused. Then glancing over at Grace momentarily, he smiled at Sam, "I'll catch you later, have fun you two," he indicated to the skating they'd set up as he stood up once more and continued on his way through their house. Every single part of it, every room, every drink, every crazy activity positively screamed 'Sam' and he chuckled to himself and shook his head as he thought on this.
"Woah, uh- you're supposed to relax, sort of savour it, hold it in for longer," Noah piped up as he saw someone coughing after lighting a spliff with their wand. He pulled his own wand from his jeans pocket and conjured the poor guy some water in a paper cup. "Here," he offered it to him, only then realising it was Justin, "Oh hey Biermann! Didn't think you'd be here... though, thinking about it, I'll bet that cooler of speciality beers was your contribution," he commented with a friendly smile. Then, quick to explain about the spliff thing he noted, "I've been friends with Sam for years, think I even was with her when she had her very first hit. They grow up so fast," he broke off, pretending to wipe away a tear before he smiled, "Point is, that's why I know how to smoke a spliff even if it's not really my thing. And I suspect isn't yours either..." he trailed off with a curiously bemused look at the other boy.
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Post by Justin Biermann on Aug 20, 2012 15:44:23 GMT -6
"Thanks," Justin said as he took the cup of water, mostly relieved that he was making an ass out of himself in front of Noah at twenty rather than fifteen, when he would have gladly prayed for the floor to swallow him whole.
"Uh, no. It's really not. Taking the time to savor beer is one thing, but this is highly unpleasant," Justin said before taking another hit -- the inhalation going at lot smoother this time around. He had already ruled out the baked goods due to his very limited trust in Rhys Armitage. "This is purely a mission of science, mate. If I start with idiotic platitudes about how, I don't know, the whole universe is just a speck on the toenail of a giant, you have my full consent to use Silencio on me."
He suddenly pointed. "What do you usually drink?" He liked recommending beers to people; it made him feel useful.
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Post by Noah Coulson on Aug 20, 2012 16:00:17 GMT -6
"No problem," Noah laughed, but not unkindly, as Justin accepted the cup of water from him. Stepping back, he replaced his wand into the pocket of his jeans and smiled in understanding as the other guy spoke of preferring the savouring of beer to that of a spliff. "I hear you on that one actually," he agreed, "But I mean, if Sam ever asks, I truly appreciate every single highly suspect cigarette ever that she has been nice enough to share with me. I've done it a few times, at her behest that I 'chill'. Either I'm not doing it right or I just don't get it because I've never felt particularly great after a few drags on it. Call me old-fashioned but I quite like to be in control of my actions and thought-process," he grinned in amusement.
Watching as he inhaled again, Noah shot him a thumbs up, "You're improving at least," he offered light heartedly, "A mission of science? So, what, an experiment?" he asked curiously. Then, he nodded, assuring Justin in a faux sincere manner, "Oh hey mate, don't even worry about it. If anyone starts claiming the universe is a speck on the toenail of anything, I use Silencio and explain later." Casually shoving his hands into the pockets of his open jacket, he shrugged, "What would the famous Biermann recommend? If I'm indulging myself with a decent beer, I want something I can actually taste and appreciate. I must admit I also feel kind of out of place at this party without a cigarette and/or drink in hand," he noted with a slightly concerned expression, looking around and finding this to be true of every single person in the room.
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Post by Justin Biermann on Aug 20, 2012 21:53:28 GMT -6
"Ah. I believe Sam is to you what Lillian is to me. We ought to get together more often to commiserate." He looked down at the floor and ruffled his hair slightly. "I got black-out drunk once, and it was the most unnerving thing. 'Last night was so great, I remember nothing!' just seems really counter-productive, doesn't it?"
Justin nodded. "With exactly none of the rigor of an actual scientific experiment. Unless you're up for taking notes," he suggested, chuckling. "It's mostly intellectual curiosity? And, you know, maybe it'll finally shut up anyone who wants me to try it. It's like... people who insist you'd enjoy dancing if you just gave it a go. I don't have to try sleeping on a bed of cacti to know that I don't like it, you know?"
"Well, if you want to look super-cool like Justin Biermann, hold this," Justin deadpanned while handing him the spliff and steadying himself in front of the cooler as he stared down into it, not sure if the THC was actually kicking in or if he had just convinced himself he was feeling it after Googling the symptoms. "How do you feel about a dark, malty lager?"
Standing up, he handed Noah a bottle. "You're still performing at O'Connors, yeah? I'm like 90% sure Bradley remembers who you are now."
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Post by Noah Coulson on Aug 21, 2012 1:15:47 GMT -6
Noah laughed, "Yeah, we probably should. Hey, we'll get the girls together and they'll have a fantastic time drinking unknown beverages and jumping off of tall buildings and you and I can go grab a beer instead or something," he suggested light-heartedly, "But, don't get me wrong, I love Sam and all but it's just that I worry sometimes that I'm too straight-laced for hanging out with her." He nodded surely, "Very counter-productive. I may be in a minority here but I quite like actually retaining memories of what happened to me, you know?"
"Fantastic. Nothing like an unrigourous experiment. I might as well do, it's not likely I'll find another suitable activity here... unless you're up for roller derby?" he questioned with a wink, "For what it's worth, I actually think sleeping on a bed of cacti would be more pleasurable than being forced to dance."
Holding the spliff Justin handed him he said, "You don't mind, do you?" before taking a drag himself, pausing for a moment afterwards and then shaking his head, "Nope. Still don't get it. Damn, now I'll never truly be a real lead guitarist who's stoned most of the time," he lamented jokingly, looking down at the array of beers the other guy was surveying. "I feel like that one could be a winner," Noah replied, taking the bottle with a smile of thanks and uncapping it with a swish of his wand after he'd handed the spliff back to Justin.
"If O'Connor still wants us, yeah, the guys are looking forward to it. We just actually need a name now," he explained before shaking his head in despair at this, "And hey, should I be offended by the fact Brad barely remembers me or just chalk it down to a weird show of jealousy and dislike because he wants to get with Adriana Truscott?" he asked, adding, "He is aware me and Ad only met like weeks ago? And yet he gives off the 'I don't like you near her' vibe whenever I talk to him." He looked baffled at this as he took a swig of lager from the bottle.
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Post by Adriana Truscott on Aug 21, 2012 15:52:11 GMT -6
Adriana spotted Justin, taking a drag, she had to blink twice before she walked over to Justin and Noah. “Are you teaching him bad habits?” she asked Noah teasingly gesturing to the spliff in Justin’s hand. “May I?” she asked before taking the spliff from Justin’s hand and taking a drag herself. She coughed a few times. “Wow, I really should do that more if I want to become a rockstar,” she joked easily.
“Were you two talking about me?” she looked between the two of them, having thought she had heard her name as she walked over there.
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Post by Justin Biermann on Aug 21, 2012 16:24:08 GMT -6
"Damn it Coulson, you were supposed to be my control group. Where am I supposed to find another responsible, straight-laced non-substance-user at this hour?" Justin joked while taking the spliff back from Noah. "You still have a shot at being a properly debauched band. Do you have a drummer who takes horse tranquilizers and/or a coke-snorting frontman?"
Justin shrugged. "God knows what's going on there. Brad's my friend, but... I don't know. She deserves a nice guy who's going to appreciate her, minus the passive-aggressive acts of random dickery." Even after getting over his crush, there was no doubt in Justin's mind that Noah was the more date-able choice.
"Knock yourself out," Justin said to the girl in question as she suddenly appeared. "Ha! Coulson said pretty much the same thing," he pointed out, shooting her a meaningful look that was slightly less subtle than one sober-Justin may have pulled off.
"Yes, Adriana, we talk about nothing but you," he joked good-naturedly with his hand over his heart.
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Post by Noah Coulson on Aug 22, 2012 6:24:57 GMT -6
"Oh, really? I didn't realise. If it helps... I'm barely feeling it?" Noah offered tentatively before shrugging, "You won't find another straight-laced, non-substance-user, they are few and far between in this house. Ooo, wait I know of one!" he enthused, "Jen is it? Ben's girlfriend? Sam's mentioned her as 'lovely and consistently sober', there's your control group right there." Taking another swig of the lager Justin had picked out he shook his head in response to his question, "As far as I know, Harry doesn't take tranquilizers. Now Greg, on the other hand, yeah... well uh he'd probably give coke a go, if he hasn't already," he admitted fairly honestly.
Speaking of Bradley his brow knit together slightly, "You guys were all in the same year, yeah?" Noah checked before shrugging easily, "Look, disclosure now, I like Ad, sure, but I haven't really thought about her like that. Well I haven't known her for that long anyway. And I just had to end a really good relationship I was in because I was being such a terrible boyfriend. The point is... Brad's got nothing to worry about. Well apart from maybe the way he treats girls he likes," he sighed slightly at this.
Then, as the girl in question appeared, Noah scratched his neck in a nervous twitch and tried a laugh which sounded far too awkward to his ears, "But of course, I'm the experienced spliff guy after all," he retorted dryly, watching as she took it from Justin and had a drag on it herself. When Adriana joked about drugs and rockstars he grinned, "Biermann's right, I too think it's one of the unfortunate markers of rock and roll stardom that I will never be able to get into. Hey, here's a crazy idea, why don't you and I make a pact right here and now that we will try to make it to the top without the use of any illegal substances?" he suggested good humouredly. Sarcastically then, "Talking about you? Oh yeah, actually, wow now this is awkward. We were just saying about how much we hate you actually," he teased with a grin down at her which entirely ruined the joke.
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Post by Mark Bennett on Aug 23, 2012 15:32:49 GMT -6
Walking into Sam's surprise party, late as always, Mark looked for the birthday girl or for Grace but could unfortunately find neither of them so he made his way through the people looking for a drink or 10, anything to get over the crappy day he'd had at work.
Noticing a spliff being passed around, Mark made a beeline and clappe dhis hands together as he approached the group, "Can I please..." he asked as he took the spliff from the girl without waiting on an answer and took a long,hard drag of it before relaxing visibly. "I can get you more, sorry, bad day" he muttered as he blew out the smoke, recognising the girl as one of his Dad's signings.
"Adriana right? Not mentioning this to Raymond would be fabulous" he chuckled, before looking at the two lads, holding their spliff out to them, "Have you seen anyone with a beer I could steal?" he asked with a smirk, feeling a tad guilty for just gatecrashing their conversation.
(ooc. Hope Mark's ok. Im sure Adriana was one of Daddy Bs signings? Im not sure!)
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