You gotta fight for your right to party.

[hostage]

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!!!

Comments

Re: OTA - come at me, bros.

[inthejunk]

[Remember that teenage, bar-owning punk from the day you got here? Yep, he's waving at you cheerfully.]

[luckythirteen]

[Thirteen'll just wave back from where she's at in the sand, enjoying a burger.]

Hey, it's been a while.

[inthejunk]

Too long!

[He's torn between offering her his shirt and enjoying the view. But in the end, he's a skinny Japanese kid. His shirt wouldn't cover much more than what she's wearing anyway. If she could even get it over her breasts...wait, shit, don't stare!]

How are you settling in? The apartment is alright?

[luckythirteen]

Doesn't touch my place back home but it does the job. I'm going to have to find some place to work if I want to continue paying for it and not get booted after a month.

[She notices him staring but it doesn't bother her much. If she had a nickel for every guy that tried to cop a feelsky or get an eyeful she'd be able to retire for life.]

Why don't you get me a beer and then come sit?

[inthejunk]

Sure.

[Hell yeah! Yosuke goes off to get her beer -and something sweeter than beer for himself, because he still remembers how sick he got the first time he tried drinking. When he gets back, beer and rum and coke in hand, he winks and hands hers over before he plops down beside her.]

What do you do at home? I know a lot of people since I've been here for a while, so maybe I can help.

[luckythirteen]

[She twists the cap off of her beer and washes down a bite of food with a guzzle from the long neck. Then she looks back up at him.]

I'm a doctor. [Believe it or not.] I work at Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital.

[inthejunk]

A doctor? That's easy! [And totally hot.] I work at the hospital too. Or I did before I had a business to run, anyway. I can introduce you to some people.

[luckythirteen]

[Remy looks up with a smile, leaving her beer and sandwich between her legs for the moment.]

I'd really appreciate that. I heard from someone else that I have to intern all over again. Honestly that makes me appreciate my past few months with House a little more.

[inthejunk]

Can't you just lie and say you're a doctor already?

[To a tipsy, clueless teenager this seems like an ideal solution.]

[luckythirteen]

I could, but then it wouldn't really be a lie.

[inthejunk]

So what's the hold up?

[luckythirteen]

The Hippocratic Oath.

[inthejunk]

Oh. Right.

[Bummer.]

Didja ask Tenma-sensei? Maybe he can help. He helped me when...actually, never mind. Anyway, he's a good guy.

[luckythirteen]

I spoke to him when I first showed up here. I keep tabs on him but I'm at a different hospital now.

[inthejunk]

Skye, right?

[A slightly self-deprecating smile.]

I'm not allowed in that one. Sorry.

[luckythirteen]

Wait a minute-

Why aren't you allowed there?

[inthejunk]

It's kind of a long story.

[luckythirteen]

I've got all the time in the world.

[inthejunk]

[Siiigh.]

It was just a misunderstanding. They had a friend strapped down to the bed and drugged there. But he wasn't dangerous, he was just having a bad day, so...

[luckythirteen]

And that's proper protocol?

[She couldn't exactly believe the hearsay. So she leaves it alone.]

Never mind. Let's just enjoy the fireworks.

[inthejunk]

Yeah.

[That sounds like a lot more fun than discussing his hospital troubles.]