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

DRUNK JENGA: Reggie

[fixeddown]

“Til you’re part of the cliff yourself. And aren’t quite sure how.” Carter smiles like this is either a threat or a fond memory, and then wiggles the same block at Reggie. This should be good.

DRUNK JENGA: Reggie

[toughleaf]

"Cops." She grins. Yeah, guess who's been cleaning up after cops for pretty much her entire professional adult life. "And people who can't fucking take care of themselves. I don't need extra work."

DRUNK JENGA: Reggie

[fixeddown]

“Lucky again. Neither of those, here.” Springs forth from her mouth without anything close to her permission. Carter busies her hands with tidying the blocks, helping despite herself. She does have to press the point, quiet and teasing, “So then. You’d be just arresting me for spite. No cop justice delusions.”

DRUNK JENGA: Reggie

[toughleaf]

Reggie leans in, propping her arms on the table. "Can't a girl just have a hobby?"

DRUNK JENGA: Reggie

[fixeddown]

"My mistake. Arrest whoever you can catch." She makes a point to put her hands on the edge of the table, but stays back in her chair.

DRUNK JENGA: Reggie

[toughleaf]

That dangerous smile is still on Reggie's face, the tip of her tongue poking out between her teeth. She drops her feet to the floor and leans in closer, walking her fingers across the table as she eyes Carter's hands, posture, the scar on her cheek, and lowers her voice.

"It really is a lot of fun." She narrows her eyes, then grabs her Slurpee cup of coffee off the table. "But, ooh, damn, I've got a lot of work to do right now."

DRUNK JENGA: Reggie

[fixeddown]

Carter doesn't change a single thing, standing (sitting) her ground even approached by that voice, and that smile. She's never backed down from a dangerous situation in her life. She bites her lip, the only indication she's maybe aware of Reggie's presence at all. Her own voice stays light, amused.

"Hobbies for later. I understand."

DRUNK JENGA: Reggie

[toughleaf]

Reggie stands up straight, slotting the last Jenga piece into the box.

Second-to-last. She drops the unclaimed dare piece in front of Carter. Kiss another player.

"I'm around if you wanna play again."

She winks obnoxiously and walks away.

DRUNK JENGA: Reggie

[fixeddown]

When she hears the footsteps leave, Carter exhales and her expression gets dazed and terrified as she stares at the wall, still in the same position like she's scared if she moves everyone will turn and laugh. Or clap. But no one does. After a moment, she considers putting the jenga piece back. She really does. But she pockets it instead. A crime, for later.