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[velveteenwolf]

So, uh, nice weather we've been having, right?

[He grins wide, running fingers through his hair, there's something of a sparkle to his blue eyes. Peter in a ridiculously good mood is go.]

What are people doing for New Years?

This counts for everyone, but especially those of you I know since I haven't seen most of you since before Christmas. So, you know, we should find a party or some shit. There is a giant disco ball drop here, right?

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[tenshinohikari]

I would imagine I will spend it like any other night here. The whole idea of the New Year being something special is only an artificial construct. Exactly when one year becomes the next is hardly an absolute thing

Granted, if there is a party, I may well attend. If only for the distraction.

[velveteenwolf]

Distraction is the point, you know. New Years, stuff like that, it's mostly just an excuse, far as I can tell.

You know, free food and free drinks and kisses at midnight.

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[indecent_butterfly]

It has been some time...perhaps there should be a party again.

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[velveteenwolf]

I'm all for parties. Preferably hosted by other people that I can crash and steal food from.

[indecent_butterfly]

Well those this One throws don't need to be crashed since they are generally open to all.

[velveteenwolf]

That'd be nice. I'm not used to being on the party list.

[indecent_butterfly]

Then One shall have to make sure you get a personal invitation.

[velveteenwolf]

Well, now I'm looking forward to it.

[lefthandedgenius]

I think a collective of ridiculously beautiful young people (yes Peter, that includes you) should run around doing ridiculously beautiful young people things, but in formal wear. It'll be like a Tyler Shields photography session gone wild.

[velveteenwolf]

Oh god, did Roman tell you about the weekend I was stuck wearing suits? But, yeah. I agree we should get together. Do something fun. Maybe me and Roman can pick you up.

[Peter's smiling. Like, a lot. Yeah, okay, he had a good Christmas. Hush.]

How was Christmas?

[lefthandedgenius]

It was okay. Weird without my parents.

[Gosh, Peter. Did you get laid? Her expression asks the question, even if she doesn't verbalize it.]

That would be great! But if Allison wants to come, she's my plus one because reasons.

[velveteenwolf]

Yeah, I know how that is. But, it was kind of nice, even with our dorky little tree.

[At that unasked question he shrugs his shoulders and does his best to look innocently oblivious. It's a look he really, really sucks at, for the record, especially when the corners of his mouth are still grinning.]

Oh, man, she came back? That's great. Well, you know what I mean. [Handwave.] Scott must be thrilled.

[Yes, he's changing the subject, thank you for noticing.]

[lefthandedgenius]

She came back, but she doesn't remember being here before. We're taking it easy on her. I have no idea about how Scott feels, though. He's been kind of quiet.

[Willing to go along with it!]

[velveteenwolf]

Hunh. That's gotta be interesting. I'd still like to meet her again sometime.

[He stretches a little, though that grin is still almost magnetically affixed to his lips. There's just something about in. Fucking Christmas and the car and Roman's fucking face when he saw the thing.]

Did I tell you what I ended up getting Roman for Christmas?

[This is actually related to the New Years plans, okay.]

[valentineluke]

Why search when you can commandeer any of the many unoccupied apartments and hold one on the spot.

[velveteenwolf]

I'm more the type for crashing parties than hosting them.

[valentineluke]

Just put the word out for so&so place at so&so time and BYOB tagline. Others show up in mass and wind-up doing the work, which you fashionably late crash.

[velveteenwolf]

Well, if you wanna set it up, I'll party crash. Still sounds too much like work and all that logistics crap.

[valentineluke]

Best hope I don't, because underage you wouldn't be able to attend.

[velveteenwolf]

That's where crashing comes in, you know. Besides, I'm plenty old enough to drink.

[He hasn't had any trouble with bars, anyway. And shit, drinking age has always been sporadic, anyway.]

[valentineluke]

Offering to be a future 'hors d'œuvre'?

[velveteenwolf]

[Have an eyebrow raise and a curious tilt of his head.]

You claiming you eat people?

[valentineluke]

The quotes imply something more than just that. Not my type, but could be someone else's. Go ahead, crash and find out.

[velveteenwolf]

I think I just might. So where is your mysterious party?

[Curiosity probably kills puppies too.]

[valentineluke]

Touche.

[grigio]

Whatever you're planning, count me in.

[velveteenwolf]

Lydia suggested getting dressed up and doing 'beautiful young people' things. Whatever that means. You in?

[grigio]

Do I absolutely have to get dressed up?

[velveteenwolf]

Absolutely. If I'm getting dressed up, I demand you join me in my misery.

[grigio]

Okay, fine. I can deal with that, I guess. For your sake, I mean.

[velveteenwolf]

Thanks. I mean, I can't be the only one who looks awkward dressed up on New Years. You know Lyds and Roman will look like they were born with champagne glasses in their hands.

[grigio]

[Laughing.]

And then there's us.

[velveteenwolf]

[Peter looks surprisingly happy; he's still grinning, a flash of teeth as he smiles at her.]

Yepp. We can look like dorks in ties and high heels.

Whoops

[grigio]

How about not-so-high heels and you can forego the tie?

[velveteenwolf]

You've got a deal. If Lydia complains we can point fingers at each other.

[grigio]

Sounds like typical us, really. So she can't get too mad.

[velveteenwolf]

So you get an outfit together and I'll figure out what the plans are.

[grigio]

I'll do what I can. Just lemme know when and where.