sirenspull_logs | You gotta fight for your right to party.

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You gotta fight for your right to party.

Who: OPEN TO EVERYBODY!!! Even if you don't know who Jesse is. Word-of-mouth invitation.
When: Noon 'til evening sirens of Wednesday, July 4
Where: The beach!
Summary: An excuse to party and set off fireworks.
Warnings: Put 'em in your subject lines.
Notes: Meme-style! Tag in, tag around, have fun and whatever... yo.

The setup is probably more elaborate than anticipated. Jesse's paying for it all out-of-pocket, but as he has a drug dealer's income, he's splurged on all the best stuff.

The food includes everything that everyone suggested on his post. Hotdogs, hamburgers, veggie burgers, pizza, chips, cookies, cake... There's an open bar for all the alcoholic drinks and a table with coolers for all the rest.

The music is selected by your host, Jesse, who's also the main DJ for the event. That guarantees a selection of varying quality that focuses heavily on hip-hop, rap, and dubstep. It's not always kid-friendly, but it's good for dancing.

General entertainment comes in the form of swimming, beach volleyball, a bonfire as the sun begins to set (including s'mores!), and a huge fireworks display just before sirens.

Security is being handled by Jesse's goons. You didn't think he'd host a Newcomer party without them, right? They're armed and much stronger than he is, so don't mess. A few healers are also on hand for first-aid.

Transportation back to the Tower Apartments via shuttle is also provided at the end of the night. (He really splurged.)

Party hard!!!

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She's ignoring any awkwardness from that first, mixed up encounter. She blames herself anyway, so he definitely shouldn't be awkward. Eponine doesn't care. She likes Yosuke's company, and that's that.

She curls her toes as the water laps against the bottom of her skirt.

"I have never seen the Ocean before. But I do like it. Do you not mind the wet, then?"

"Wet?"

Oh. Right. 'Cause he's sitting in the water. Yosuke considers this for a moment.

"It's the gritty that I don't like. I've never really wanted to have my ass exfoliated so well."

...Oh, man. Did he really just say that to a girl? And one who's seen his ass, too! Damn it. He dicks his head a little, thankful that his hair is growing out enough to fall in his eyes again.

She laughs.
"You are funny, Yosuke."

She picks up a clump of the wet sand in her hand and squeezes till it falls in a thin trail back to the beach. Eponine watches, mesmorised.

"It's such a strange thing, this... sand. It looks dirty, but it's not. And apparently good for exfoliation, too." She laughs again, not really sure why Yosuke is embarrassed. It was her who had instigated it all, after all.

"I think I like the ocean, though... just the way it goes on forever and forever."

"You think so?"

Yosuke smiles at that. He thinks he's funny too. It's one of the few things he feels pretty good at. Though he still didn't mean to make that kind of joke in front of her.

"Hmm yeah. The ocean is...big."

It seems profound in his mind, anyway. He hiccoughs a little and gazes out over the water. It's a pleasant way to spend an afternoon, dizzy from the drinks or not. And Eponine is good company. She laughs at his jokes, and tells stories. He's glad she came along, even if she's somehow always catching him at his worst.

Meh. What can she say? She's used to loutish behaviour and dirty jokes, and she's heard FAR worse from the Patron Minette and her father anyway. So Yosuke is completely naive in comparison. Which, to Eponine, just makes him all the funnier.

"Can you imagine walking through it? Or - swimming is the right word, isn't it? Just swimming and swimming forever. And perhaps there'd be mermaids out there, and fairies living in castles made out of sand and this stuff..."

She picks some seaweed from the rocks at her side, waggling it at Yosuke, before dropping it with a disgusted, "EURGH! It's slimy!"

"There's a mermaid." Yosuke agrees. "She needed a comb once. And-and she probably still needsa shirt." it hadn't really occurred to him to offer her one at the time. He'd been a bit caught up in staring.

The seaweed gets a nervous glance from him. If she puts that on him-but nope, it's alright. She dropped it in the sand. Yosuke snorts, not especially gracious when he's full of liquor.

So naked girls is a thing for him? Eponine smiles. Just like nearly every boy she knows.

At Yosuke's snort, she looks over.
"You laugh at me? Here!" And she picks the slimy thing up and throws it at him this time, giggling herself. Eponine's not had the time to be a child and just enjoy herself since she was about 9 years old, and so she's enjoying this immensely.

"But there is a mermaid?" She's fascinated, and her voice takes on a more serious, reflective tone. "I did not think of it as being real. I was only fancying."

Though if this place can produce monsters, then it is only natural that pretty fancies must be here too.

"I would like to meet a mermaid."

Like a real man, Yosuke squeals and flails until he gets the seaweed off. "Hey!"

But even after that, he still feels like he should caution Eponine about the mermaid. "I don't think she likes people very much."

Eponine laughs at his reaction. "You sound like my little sister when I used to tickle her with flower stems. Do you not like the - what is it?"

She sighs at the mermaid response.
"Why is it that nothing here likes people?"

Ouch, right in the self-esteem. Being told that he reminded a pretty girl of her little brother was bad enough, but reminding someone of their little sister was a new low. "Seaweed." He told her, a bit flatly.

Her question about the mermaid, he could only shrug off with a wince. "Someone shot at her once, which I guess didn't help. But she also said...well. Just be careful if you see her, okay?"

"Seaweed?" She looks at the stuff carefully again, not noticing the cold tone. "I don't think I like it much. Flowers are nicer, I think..."

The mermaid talk catches her attention though. "What did she say? You can tell me, Yosuke. I have nobody else to tell."

[Whatever, changing this subject so fast.]

It's probably not my place to say. Where do you know Pinkman from?

Who is Pinkman, Monsieur?

[Eponine looks vaguely confused]

The guy who threw this party.

[So is Yosuke.]

"Oh."
Well, this is awkward.
"I do not know him. Do you - do you think that matters? I didn't even know there was a party. I just wanted to get away just for a little bit, you know?"

Please don't send her away. She's enjoying this.

He couldn't send her away if he wanted to, it's not his party. Anyway, he wouldn't want to.

"It's a nice day for a celebration, right?"

"Right!" she smiles.
"Do you want to get up now?"

She's laughing again. She can smell the booze on Yosuke, and of course she's familiar with her father being passed out from the stuff,

She begins to make a little pile of sand in front of her, trying to shape it with her fingers. It doesn't look like much, but Eponine is attempting her very first sandcastle.

"What for?"

The water is cold, but not cold enough to convince him to attempt movement. What he really wants to do is put his head in Eponine's lap and wait the spinning out, bit all things considered, it's a terrible idea. So instead, he insists on playing cool a bit longer. Though he does give her sand case attempts an odd look.

"D'you wanna make a dragon?"

"A dragon, Monsieur? No..." She's puzzled.

"It is a castle. A castle in the sand for a mermaid princess."

She sticks the seaweed into the top of the sand mound. "See. These are the flags to show everyone that the princess is home."

"Mermaids live in the water."

Just so you know. Not in sandcastles.

She glances at him, clearly gutted at the short reply.

"It is fantasy, Monsieur. Just pretend. You never do this?"

Yosuke frowns at that, and shrugs. He pretends things all the time, but not out loud. People would think it was too weird, at his age.

"Can you still imagine mermaids if they're real here, though?"

"Why not? Pretence is sometimes better than reality, is it not, Yosuke?"

Eponine's a firm believer in imagination. It was what had saved her those nights in Paris when her stomach growled from lack of food, and her bones ached from her physical ordeals and her heart pined for Marius.

"Do you never pretend and imagine? Not even things that you know cannot be?"

"It's not something that people do."

Okay, so he liked to imagine himself as a surgeon when he was volunteering at the hospital. And the open mic night he was working on was a great way to play rockstar. But Jondrette-San didn't need to know so.

"Then I must not be a person."

She keeps her tone light, but she's actually really offended. Imagination has saved Eponine's life several times by now.

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