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tampered2013-11-30 04:46 am
velveteenwolf) wrote in tampered2013-11-30 04:46 am
Happy Birthday To Me
When: November 30th.
Where: The Blue Light
Rating: PG-13 (will modify if needed)
Characters: Peter Rumacek, Roman Godfrey, Julie Grigio, Lydia Martin, and anyone with even a tangential relationship to any of them; if you can six degrees your way back, you have an invite. Or, hey, just show up at the OBVIOUS PARTY AT THAT BAR OVER THERE; almost no one gets turned away.
Summary: It's Peter's 18th birthday. He wanted a small affair at their apartment. There is music and banners and strings of lights and drinks and a giant birthday cake and nothing about this party is small. It might even be what Julie and Lydia had been insisting on: awesome.
Warnings: Bad language, teenage boys and feelings, disgruntled werewolves... TBD
He knew that Lydia had wanted an awesome party, but he'd thought that meant decorating the apartment, actually making a cake, and things like that. Peter had failed to appreciate just what sort of things could happen if his friends all came together on this. Even after his begrudging acceptance of the fact that he was really going to have a party, he hadn't had any idea of the lengths they'd go to, so that's the main reason why he's not suspicious when Roman drags him out to pick up a few things and swing by Julie's. Of course, they don't make it to the store.
Instead, he finds himself befuddled and slack-jawed in surprise as he stares at the happy birthday Peter banner that hangs over the doorway of the bar. Well, fuck him. Really? He shakes his head and drags a hand through his hair because, really? What the fuck do you even say to that?
"You're an asshole, you know that?"
Apparently that's what you say. But it's a smile and there's warmth in his blue eyes as he looks at Roman and then walks in, and the party kicks off. Something something party don't start 'till I walk in. If the Blue Light doesn't revise its policy on renting out for parties after this, he might have to adjust his choice in friends.
[ooc: general birthday party mingle log! Everyone is considered to have somehow gotten an invite or overheard an invite or whatever. Peter's friends are jerkfaces and intent on making this a birthday extravaganza. I'll try to hit up anyone that tags in sometime today. <3 People shouldn't let me write logs at 4AM.]
Where: The Blue Light
Rating: PG-13 (will modify if needed)
Characters: Peter Rumacek, Roman Godfrey, Julie Grigio, Lydia Martin, and anyone with even a tangential relationship to any of them; if you can six degrees your way back, you have an invite. Or, hey, just show up at the OBVIOUS PARTY AT THAT BAR OVER THERE; almost no one gets turned away.
Summary: It's Peter's 18th birthday. He wanted a small affair at their apartment. There is music and banners and strings of lights and drinks and a giant birthday cake and nothing about this party is small. It might even be what Julie and Lydia had been insisting on: awesome.
Warnings: Bad language, teenage boys and feelings, disgruntled werewolves... TBD
He knew that Lydia had wanted an awesome party, but he'd thought that meant decorating the apartment, actually making a cake, and things like that. Peter had failed to appreciate just what sort of things could happen if his friends all came together on this. Even after his begrudging acceptance of the fact that he was really going to have a party, he hadn't had any idea of the lengths they'd go to, so that's the main reason why he's not suspicious when Roman drags him out to pick up a few things and swing by Julie's. Of course, they don't make it to the store.
Instead, he finds himself befuddled and slack-jawed in surprise as he stares at the happy birthday Peter banner that hangs over the doorway of the bar. Well, fuck him. Really? He shakes his head and drags a hand through his hair because, really? What the fuck do you even say to that?
"You're an asshole, you know that?"
Apparently that's what you say. But it's a smile and there's warmth in his blue eyes as he looks at Roman and then walks in, and the party kicks off. Something something party don't start 'till I walk in. If the Blue Light doesn't revise its policy on renting out for parties after this, he might have to adjust his choice in friends.
[ooc: general birthday party mingle log! Everyone is considered to have somehow gotten an invite or overheard an invite or whatever. Peter's friends are jerkfaces and intent on making this a birthday extravaganza. I'll try to hit up anyone that tags in sometime today. <3 People shouldn't let me write logs at 4AM.]