surprise party for court 🐮

[halligan]

WHO: Prescott + Beau, Bunny, Carter, Duke, Emmett, John, and Nat (& "folks who might not know court but would think she's extremely cool" – Beau). However, anyone can join — OOCly, it's open to all.
WHEN: Sunday, November 17. Evening.
WHERE: Prescott fire house's kitchen.
WHAT: A surprise birthday party for Court! Planned here.
WARNINGS: I made AI generate the main image and it's horrifying.

court's 36th birthday!!!

the gist

it's court's birthday!! arlo arranged a surprise party in the kitchen of prescott's fire house and invited whoever he thinks her friends are.

celebrate, eat, drink, and if you can't get home safely at the end of the night he'll roll you into a bed in the bunkhouse.

while only some characters were officially invited, feel free to write anyone in! just say they were at prescott on business idc.

the details

zelda deemed the theme to be unhinged cow print and raided the danforth walmart for decorations, including cow print diningware and inflatable horses.
arlo made egg-free veggie burgers and chocolae mousse.
everyone else brought whatever they brought; i'm not listing them, you do it.

& because no party's complete without a stupid drinking game, there's drunk jenga!

code

Comments

Re: DRUNK JENGA: Reggie

[halligan]

When Reggie removes their block, the tower wiggles a little but it stays standing (24 [26-2])! Their Drinking Challenge is...

Make a rule: All players must follow it until your next turn.

Do they want to play another round?

Re: DRUNK JENGA: Reggie

[toughleaf]

Her rule is:

Everyone must loudly tell everyone their favorite thing about Court on their turn.

And she'll go another round! Truth, Dare or Spicy.

Re: DRUNK JENGA: Reggie

[halligan]

When Reggie removes their block, the tower wobbles precariously... but it's still standing (7 [18-11])! Their Truth is...

What’s your grossest habit?

Do they want to play another round?

Re: DRUNK JENGA: Reggie

[toughleaf]

"I've got no problem eating food off the floor." Reggie shrugs. "Most things wash off."

Another round, good inflatable horse sir!

Re: DRUNK JENGA: Reggie

[halligan]

Reggie removes their block and the tower's wobble gets scary... scary... scarier (-20 [5-25])!!! While three more good eggs once again try to steady it, unfortunately none have been touched by an angel (3, 18, 17) and the tower tumbles to the ground. :(

Re: DRUNK JENGA: Reggie

[toughleaf]

"Fuck," Reggie swears as soon as the tower starts to sway, then heaves a big sigh. "Does that mean I have to clean these up and organize them by prompt category now?" (She can't wait to do this.)

DRUNK JENGA: Reggie

[fixeddown]

Carter, who volunteered as a good egg for Beau but distinctly not for Reggie, does a little golf clap as the tower comes down. "Losers clean up." She provides, which is really just a longstanding house rule.

DRUNK JENGA: Reggie

[toughleaf]

Reggie momentarily stops flipping all the pieces on the table face up and looks at Carter.

"And bad sports gotta pay the tax," she says, arching an eyebrow, and holds a Jenga piece out toward Carter. (It says Spicy Truth: Have you ever cheated in a relationship?) "You wanna talk shit, you gotta follow through."

DRUNK JENGA: Reggie

[fixeddown]

She takes it and sits in a chair next to Reggie, but pointedly does not help with the jenga pieces. Which is probably bad sport enough that she deserves a trial. Carter turns the jenga piece over in her hand, considering, before providing, "Not technically." Which is answering the question. "Have you?"

DRUNK JENGA: Reggie

[toughleaf]

Reggie keeps sorting, stacking the Drinking Challenge pieces neatly on her left. "Kissed my twelfth grade boyfriend's sister," she muses, unconcerned. Ah, Luis should have known she was way out of his league, even then. "What's the technicality?"

DRUNK JENGA: Reggie

[fixeddown]

"Nothing before 18 counts as cheating. I don't think." Carter muses. She also starts picking up the pieces, for something to do with her hands rather than actually being helpful. "When I was 18. My boyfriend missed my breakup text. Before I went to Greece, where. I mean obviously I was hooking up. Technically, I had done my part. But he wrote a song about it anyway."

DRUNK JENGA: Reggie

[toughleaf]

Well that's good news for Reggie's eternal soul. But she does immediately put that good karma at risk by letting out a shrill laugh.

"Noooo, men are soooo stupiiid," she laugh-sobs in the tone of someone who's befriended a lot of extremely stupid men in her life. "What genre was it? Emo? Country?"

DRUNK JENGA: Reggie

[fixeddown]

"Emo leaning. Melodic whining, mostly. Men." She agrees with a soft sigh. "They never made it big. Luckily." Since she's not being a poor sport anymore, she turns over a block of her own. "My turn. Show me the last picture on your Sidekick."

DRUNK JENGA: Reggie

[toughleaf]

"And he's probably dead by now. Ultimate emo move."

Reggie almost exclusively uses the camera on her Sidekick for professional purposes. As she pulls up her photo gallery, there's a very good chance the most recent picture is the hoses in disarray because she needed to scold someone for it.

Oh. But. Actually. "If you're a puker, point it that way," she warns before pointing a poorly lit but still fairly graphic image of the compound fracture Bug got on their mission. "That's an arm, by the way."

DRUNK JENGA: Reggie

[fixeddown]

Carter bristles at this assumption of weakness, and she grabs her sidekick away to examine it with the detail that will prove she is not nauseous. "I kill corpses. All day. Remember." She snaps, forcing herself to imagine this exact injury in person. It is pretty gross. "Your arm?" One could only dream.

DRUNK JENGA: Reggie

[toughleaf]

Reggie's eyes flash like a vampire in a shitty 90s movie smelling blood.

"Nah. Bug's. From our most recent excitement." She casually scrolls to the next picture (a piece of a fence post stabbed through Amy McBride's hand) and smirks. "I didn't get so much as a bruise out there."

Reggie plucks the sidekick from Carter's hands. "Now you."

DRUNK JENGA: Reggie

[fixeddown]

"Poor Bug. I only got this." Carter is equipped to brag right back, turning her cheek to show off the almost-healed and very fetching scar that now lines it. She does get out her own sidekick. She runs how incriminating this might be. She hadn't taken any pictures of the stolen firetruck. She's not an idiot. Instead, it's a very blurry picture of Potato looking morose in a very cute pink cowboy hat. "New clothes, from Danforth. She hates them." mourns Carter.

DRUNK JENGA: Reggie

[toughleaf]

Reggie doesn't let her eyes obviously linger on Carter's scar, but she can take a second to appreciate it. She's showing it off, after all, it would be rude not to look.

"Too bad, pink's her color," Reggie offers, moving her eyes to the phone, and leans back in her seat. "I was hoping it'd be something I could arrest you for."

DRUNK JENGA: Reggie

[fixeddown]

That shouldn't be intriguing, along with the obvious insult. Carter probably shouldn't feel like she's being dared into something. And definitely she shouldn't lean forward, elbows on the table, but she does. "Incriminating evidence. In a digital document. Like I'd make it that easy."

DRUNK JENGA: Reggie

[toughleaf]

Reggie runs a tongue along her teeth, that shitty grin teasing her features. "Guess I'll have to work a little harder, then."

She reaches out to flip another Jenga piece.

Dare: Kiss another player.

DRUNK JENGA: Reggie

[fixeddown]

Carter raises an eyebrow, and does not claim the jenga block. "Manipulating the system. Such a cop trick." She accuses.

DRUNK JENGA: Reggie

[toughleaf]

"Did you hear that? Sounds like the bad sport alarm. That thing is just going wild today." Still, Reggie sets the piece aside and reaches for another, making a big show of selecting one where she can't see either end displaying the category.

Truth: What's your biggest turn-off?

DRUNK JENGA: Reggie

[fixeddown]

"Cops." Carter says, immediately, deadpan, even as her very own shitty smirk cuts right through her cheek scar. Lest she trip the bad sport alarm again, she corrects, "Also. Any guy who thinks he's smarter than me."

DRUNK JENGA: Reggie

[toughleaf]

"Lucky us, there's neither of those here." Reggie tilts her head, resting her cheek on her knuckles. "I personally took care of every man who thinks he knows shit."

DRUNK JENGA: Reggie

[fixeddown]

Carter unconsciously mirrors this pose, still leaning back in her chair. “Really.” She says, with all the valid cynicism of someone who had met a man, “And how did you do that?”