tampered | Log; Somewhat Open

Log; Somewhat Open

When; April 18, evening
Rating; ...well, Nathan's gonna be there. PG13 automatically.
Characters;

loonyandproud,

foundababy,

totallyinaband,

mghtbconcussed,

selenoscape
Summary; Campbell is turning 20! Meet-up beforehand at his flat to all...get together and have that cake that girl he doesn't know is making for him! And THEN go to a club of some sort that he left Nathan working out. Did Campbell do anything for himself? Not....really.
Log; Campbell is lounging on his couch with a beer, waiting for people to show up. He's already used a bit of his energy to do....nearly a sort of tidy-up of at least the living room, so there is...not stuff on the floor anymore, mostly, and there is less cat hair on things. Although, might want to hope you're not wearing black. Campbell doesn't and it's worked out for him so far. ...there's a rolly pethair thing somewhere, anyway. If you're expecting alcohol to be provided at Campbell's...it really isn't, because he has a minimum wage job at the moment.

He's getting antsy again, though, and he'll probably start pacing about if nobody arrives soon. It's his birthday! Why weren't people here an hour ago! It's not like he scheduled it for an hour ago but....they should have come that early anyway! Clearly.

[ooc: Feel free to make different threads for when your character is at Campbell's and for when they're at the club. Also, if you're friends with him, or if he's....talked to you....ever, feel free to have been randomly invited. Same goes for just...being at the club they go to.]

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[Stephen knocks on the door. He figures he'll probably be the first one here since, yeah, he is kind of early. But he always hates hanging around for people when he hosts a party. Besides, it's just Campbell so if doesn't think he needs to run on formalities here.]

Campbell springs from the couch like...a puma and is at the door and opening it very, very quickly.

"Stephen!" he says cheerfully. "Hullo! I'm glad you're here, cos I keep running out of things t' do. I wouldnae if I had all the music for my radio show ready and I could sit and put all that together but I havenae, and it's all t' do wi' downloading and that's only something y' can set going and it doesnae take up your time otherwise. But hi! Come in! Stop standin' in the hall!"

"Yeah, thanks for having us over, man. I brought this for you."

Stephen hold out a bottle of prosecco.

"Kind of traditional for birthdays, I figured."

He smiles and follows Campbell into the living room.

Birthdays are aweeeesome. Campbell takes the wine and grins at Stephen some more.

"Thanks! Yeah, it isnae much of a party yet, but it'll be better once folk arrive, I figure."

"Well, I'm early."

Stephen takes one hand from behind his back and holds up a flat package that's been very poorly wrapped.

"There a place for presents, yet?"

Nathan is wearing black. Or at least his jeans and coat are black. Probably not his wisest choice, especially since he's been here before, but it's not like he's going to go back and change. He's already a little bit late and knowing how Campbell is, he wouldn't put it past him to run off clubbing without him if there was already enough people there. Not that pet hair's something that's even occurred to him to begin with.

Arriving at Campbell's door, Nathan knocks, stuffing his hands in his pockets and rocking on his feet as he waits for him to answer the door. He doesn't imagine it'll take him too long.

OMG yay preseeeent.

"A place for them? Well, you are the first one here. D'you mean so there'll be a big open them all together thing later, or just you don't want me openin' it NOW?" He shrugs, and then looks around a bit. It looks like he is looking for a place, but really he put his beer somewhere when he ran to the door and now he doesn't know where that is. "Put it wherever y' want, I suppose."

Stephen decides on dropping the package on the coffee table. He then goes into Campbell's kitchen and starts rooting around for a corkscrew.

"It's your party, man! Whatever you decide. Speaking of, where are we actually going tonight?"

It doesn't. Campbell's been leaping about like an impala every time he hears something that sounds even vaguely like somebody knocking on the door. So Nathan won't have much time to rock before Campbell is wrenching open the door.

"HI, Nathan, come in, I'm still waitin' on the girl wi' the cake so that's someone, did you really get her t' do that? Actually? And she wanted to? Cos I havenae even ever talked t' her. Cos I thought that should come first, really. I was waiting on you too, though, cos I dunno where the club is, really." Words.

Campbell eyes up the package. For the next little bit, he's going to keep glancing at it. And the corkscrew is crammed in a drawer somewhere. With four other corkscrews.

"I dunno. Nathan's choosing and he isnae here yet so...I know it's gonna be a club?"

"He's still on that quest to get you laid, eh?" Stephen says with a grin, emerging from the kitchen clutching two corkscrews, "Is there a reason you have five of these?"

"Aye." Campbell nods. "It's bound t' work eventually. And there's five of them so if one goes missing we can still open wine."

Stephen raises an eyebrow. "Do they go missing often?"

"It did once." He shrugs. "That was enough for me and Curt."

Stephen manages to get the bottle open with a satisfying pop. He pours two glasses and hands one over to Campbell.

"Here's to adulthood, man!"

"To adulthood!" Campbell raises his glass for the...sort of toast and then drinks a substantial amount of it in one go before saying, "Okay, I cannae take it," and going for the present from Stephen. He is...the greatest adult.

Stephen watches nervously as Campbell tears into the package. He couldn't think of anything too creative for Campbell's birthday, so he ended up just going down to the music store and buying him a whole stack of sheet music. About 80% oldies, since he knows it's Campbell's favourite, but also some newer stuff from post-nineties he might like. There are an assortment of picks, some elixir guitar strings, and a blindingly orange guitar strap.

[Brief confusion, and then a massive grin off Campbell as he flips through the music.] That's brilliant! Way better than working it out! Well, shorter, anyway. And it's nice havin' things that're mine, insteada Curt's, that's a start t' that.

[And then he gets distracted looking at the music.

Wait.]

Thanks, Stephen.

Hey, no problem. Uh, I hope they're useful.

Lucy is not the first to arrive but she does fall in somewhere around the middle. She planned for this, okay? There was a cute mini dress to buy and heels to match, hair to curl--oh you get the point. In any case she has arrived.

And she did not knock.

Why would she? It's a party. She's expected. She has brought presents as well along with a bottle of bourbon. It's all very celebratory.

It might be mentioned that she comes in singing.

Badly as she doesn't know how to sing any other way.

"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Campbeeeeeeeeeell! Happy birthday to you!"

But if you don't knock, you don't give Campbell enough time to already be off the sofa when you come iiiiin.

Never mind, Campbell lunges up anyway when he hears her singing and heads over to give her a big, excited hug, although he's a biiit careful of anything in her hands. "Lucy! Hallo!"

[There is careful hugging then she pulls away to set the things down so she can hug him properly]

Having a good birthday so far?

Aye, it's brilliant! Can I open your presents now or will you be cross? I have some wine open if you want it. Lovely that you're here!

Wine would be great and yes you can open it now. [She hands the box over. It's three jumpers. All of which she'd be seen in.]

Champagney! Stephen's got it. [And then he attacks the presents. With gusto. And theeeen pauses. Looking amused.] D'you want t' choose which one a' mine you want now?

I'll pick it out later. [She waves a hand at Campbell and proceeds to head toward the champagne. She then looks over her shoulder, almost a looking half upside down thing] You better like them. I want to hear squealing, Radio Boy.

[Campbell blinks and looks at her, and grins, widely and slowly. And then he screeches at the top of his register and jumps up and down a bit.

And THEN he finally takes the jumpers out of the package and starts holding them up to himself for a moment before he puts them on.
One
Two
Three.

All of them on at once.]

[That diverts her path and she laughs, shaking her head at him then goes over to kiss him right on the mouth.]

[He's grinning and then, oh, hey, a kiss. He's not especially brilliant, very teenage boy, and he wasn't expecting it so his hands are kind of useless and confused by his sides.]

[It doesn't matter. She didn't expect much of a response in return. The kiss breaks, she beams a smile at him and bounces to get some champagne.]

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