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: Jem

[halligan]

(Teflon pans, Arlo mutters knowingly.)


When Jem removes their block, the tower wobbles precariously... but it's still standing (10 [30-20])! Their Spicy Dare is...

Kiss another player.

Do they want to play another round?

Re: DRUNK JENGA: Jem

[paramedicals]

"Volunteers?" Jem queries the group.

Re: DRUNK JENGA: Jem

[toughleaf]

"Booooooo," Reggie heckles. "Spin your piece, let fate decide!"

Re: DRUNK JENGA: Jem

[paramedicals]

"Alright, fine," Jem concedes after Reggie's heckling. The composition of this circle is not good for spin-the-bottle purposes, being heavily stocked with coworkers and twins. Better to not make a big thing of it, he supposes.

Luckily for him, his spin lands on neither, but instead John. He lifts his eyebrows at him.

DRUNK JENGA: Jem

[lineman]

Unfazed, John tips his tiny cowboy hat at Jem. He feels this is a tremendous honor, to kiss one of the handsomest and most charming men of the Summit Committee. But to his credit he keeps this thought to himself, and instead says—

“Your place or mine?” Given they are on opposite sides of the Jenga circle.

Re: DRUNK JENGA: Jem

[paramedicals]

"Hold your horses, cowboy," Jem says as he takes a few steps over to stand toe-to-toe with him. He leans in close before adding: "It's just a kiss."

DRUNK JENGA: Jem

[lineman]

Without really intending to, John snorts, amused. "I was not about to shoot you."

What follows is a clean, crisp, above-the-board kiss. John has observed Jem drift in and out of the party, perhaps restless or conversely too tired to be fully present. From this, John supposes what Jems wants is to get this kiss over with: to be a good sport and oblige the game of Jenga, and then be on his way. And John only wants to supply what Jem wants.

He does briefly, gently cup his hand at the back of Jem's head so as not to seem perfunctory. The gesture is also intended to convey a sense of support, or at least acknowledgment that Jem might be feeling exhausted. When he pulls away, he hopes his expression is polite. Nice.

"Just a kiss," he nods.

DRUNK JENGA: Jem

[paramedicals]

"Thank you kindly," Jem says with a smile, re-adjusting John's cowboy hat to its original precarious angle before he returns to his seat.