Es hora de emborracharse... (Beach Party- OPEN!)

[Elmira Medina]

Despite the lack of boisterous, howling winds on the otherwise tranquil, clement evening, the ocean crashed with ferocious violence against the hefty, jagged rocks, fashioning sprays of salt water that gathered in groups of various sizes and danced their way back down to their mothers, the powerful and continual waves that bore them and graciously accept them in unification with each recession. In the distance, far from the repetitious chaos of cresting and descending into uneven surfaces, the entitled universal solvent flaunted its natural attribute of high surface tension, though indirectly, through its appearance as an inky reflector of the velvet night sky, lightly shimmering the iridescent waning gibbous moon, as if Luna was smiling warmly on her fluid submissive servant, forever chained and imprisoned to abide by the tides at her dominion, and illustrated on the glassy manifestation of Neptune’s reign. The chimera might strike one with the capacity to saunter along the facade, unable to submerge, yet only briefly, as logic would guide conversely. However, existing in absence of its own intellect ability, the marine basked in innate magnificence, unmatched by any possible competing earthly force.

“Oh em eff gee…” Elmira growled loudly, a sharp emphasis on each letter of the internet chatting acronym, as she felt a sludgy, moist material slip over her sandals and between her bare toes. “Do NOT let that be dog shit.” She swiftly lifted the suspected foot, analyzed it, and hissed. “Fuck! It IS dog shit!” The ocean’s waves thundered angrily, indignant that the ignorant teenager could be exceedingly oblivious to the immense clout and splendor of the natural beauty of the beach she stood upon. Regardless of her naïve condition, she did manage to realize that she was speaking out loud in public to herself, causing her to keep her frustrations expressed solely in her head. These shoes were almost two hundred bucks, she thought as she slipped off the Charles David pink jeweled leather sandals and dunked her toes into the water to rinse them off, though perhaps they were not worth the price, since they resembled glorified flip-flops.

She made her way back to one of bonfires, sandals in hand. The party was scheduled to start in a half hour, and the tables, music, and drinks were prepared as planned. Elmira wanted everything to go perfectly, but the night already started off on the wrong foot. Ha. The wrong foot. Of course, she anticipated some drama: some guy might cheat on his girlfriend, some friend might be puked on, and some fight may break out. For the most part, though, she imagined people would have fun, and she hoped that would include herself. The only thing left to do was wait for everyone to show up- and who that might be could be expected or a complete surprise.

(( OOC: If you were invited IC, I expect you to post here. >_> But even if you weren't, feel free to show up. ^^ ))

[Nicolas Constantine]

Nick was quite the early bird when it came to parties. Especially big parties that were advertised throughout the school and where he had met the person who was throwing it. If he were late, you knew something went wrong on the way, but in this case Nick was early. Thirty-two minutes to be exact. He arrived at the beach where the party was taking place, to find it set up like it were in an a multi-purpose room. Nick was dressed his his usual attire, but without headphones.

He scanned the beach for signs of guests or the hostess. He saw no one except for a lone figure by the shore. Nick ran down the beach towards the person soaking its feet in the water and as he got closer, the figure became Elmira.

"Hey, Elmira, I'm here! Sorry I'm early!" he said, waving at her while he ran in her direction.

[Elmira Medina]

"Hey, Elmira, I'm here! Sorry I'm early!"

"Hm?" Elmira snapped her head to the side, sighting a familiar face. "Oh, Sir Nick! Dude, don't apologize!" She widened her arms to give him a hug, as if they were old buddies already. "Now I have company until everyone else decides to pop by." She began to walk toward the tables, only to feel something dissatisfying happening to her feet again- a collection of sand. It was unavoidable; once she got her feet wet, they were bound to allow grains of sand to stick to them, and even if she wiped it off, more would just come back. Such was the evil nature of the beach.

"God, this stuff is annoying. I'm glad it's not too windy out, though. Good weather for a night party." She leaned herself against one of the tables, attempting to dust her heels off. "But you're not interested in weather, are ya? I don't remember if I got the drink you mentioned, since I couldn't find a lot of the stuff on my list, but I know you said you're not a big fan of hard liquor, so the beers and sissy drinks are in the blue coolers." She pointed to a closed ice chest next to a bench. "Help yourself. I've gotta hold myself off from the booze until I can greet some more people."

[Damien Kross, Jester]

Being a Pillar offered several perks, many of which were beyond the obvious. The obvious perks were desicion-making power, respect, leadership opprotunities, et cetera... But beyond those, the Pillars had the power of knowledge. If it went on in the school, we would hear about it. If students knew something, we knew it...

So, after some well placed eavesdropping, and with a just a little touch of sound-bending Qi, I was able to find out everything I needed to know about this party.

As I approached the beach scene in my Camry, I found a nice little parking space, shut off the stereo that was blasting Circle by Lacuna Coil, and exited the car. I was donning my usual attire, which thankfully, was always formal. Black slacks, a purple dress shirt, black coat, black tophat, and a cane with a silver ball-head. With a smile and a brief overview of the party grounds, I advanced forward.

Only a few people had arrived, but in the interest of avoiding awkwardness, I spoke as I approached them. One of them I knew, but what was more common at a party than talking to strangers.

"Well well well, Mr. Constantine. I trust you won't be spilling any of my drinks tonight." I said jokingly, referring to the coffee accident from when we first met. I hoped he would recieve it as it was meant to be- as a joke- and the night would hold no harsh feelings.

[Nicolas Constantine]

"Oh, Sir Nick! Dude, don't apologize!"

Elmira came up to Nick and gave him a very friendly hug.

I like hugs...

"I don't remember if I got the drink you mentioned, since I couldn't find a lot of the stuff on my list, but I know you said you're not a big fan of hard liquor, so the beers and sissy drinks are in the blue coolers."

"Um, thanks... I'll start when more people get here."

Then Damien Kross, the Pillar, appeared out of nowhere, first speaking to Nick.

"Well well well, Mr. Constantine. I trust you won't be spilling any of my drinks tonight."

Nick recollected the short, agitating events that led him to meeting this particular Pillar. Obviously this introduction of his was all in good humor, so Nick became embarrassed and scratched the back of his head.

"Ha, I'll try not to, mate. So, what brings you to the festivities so early?"

[Gabriel Seran]

Just one of those days, he supposed, Gabriel Seran had heard of some pretty major party going on, having not been invited didn’t deter him in any way in fact it bolstered his need to crash it with increased emphasis. He would laugh if the pillars were going to try anything there. He pressed down on the gas hurtling toward the house he’d seen in the memo. He expected there to be booze as well, like I said just one of those days. Gabriel didn’t want to remember anything come morning, this was meant to be fun and to lay back and de-stress himself from the toil of modern work day.

Opening the door he walked out with purpose a large smile as he turned immediately to the drinks. He took a short look around at the ones presently there not taking any mind none of them mattered to him, he hoped someone he could relate to would show else wise he’d have to drink fast. He sagged as he looked at the array…cheap stuff, just beer…

[Damien Kross, Jester]

"I never believed in the idea of 'fashionably late.' That's just an excuse for being a mannerless idiot. Now, fashionably early... There's an ideal." I smiled.

My gaze turned to the girl beside him. I had not had the pleasure of meeting her yet, though judging by the number of people here, it was either her or Nicolas who was the host of the shindig.

"And I don't believe we have met." I said to Elmira. "Damien Kross, the Jester, Director of 42's Media, at your service." I said with a small bow. Ah... The greeting as old as time itself to me. Given to everyone met since my time in 552, with only a handful of exceptions.

Traditions weren't traditions unless constantly practiced.

It's MY tradition... You're jut a copycat.

So says the bitch behind the mirror.

[Elmira Medina]

"Damien Kross, the Jester, Director of 42's Media, at your service."

"Nicky!" Elmira exclaimed, clearly impressed with the introduction. "You didn't tell me that you were buddies with this pillar guy. Oh my gosh, I totally could have used this dude! Media? Man, why you hold out on me?!" She shook her head with a grin. "I guess Sir Nick here didn't tell you anything about the hostess of this party, the rude little bugger. Haha." As she spoke, she started pulling out more drinks from the coolers and setting them on the tables with the cups. "Damien, huh? I LOVE that name. Not the Kross part. It sounds religious or something. But I totally want to name my kid something Irish. Damien or Aiden, I think. I really like the name Aiden." She grabbed a cup and begun pouring a fair amount of Irish whiskey inside, half paying attention to her words. "Speaking of Irish, anyone want some of MY personal favorite drink?" There was also a pot of coffee randomly sitting on the table, which she had brought out for this purpose, and she added it to the mixture. "Oh shit. I think your supposed to put the coffee in first. Whatever. I'll make everyone else's the proper way."

Her grey eyes shifted to Gabriel, another guest she had not yet met. "Honey, can I get you anything? I swear, when more people get here, we'll take shots, but you can feel free to open any new bottles. I also have a hookah and three bongs, though I've got nothing to put in them yet. Gotta wait for another friend of mine to show up. Though actually, one of the bongs is a beer bong, so like... you know, no weed necessary." She added some sugar and cream to her drink, not really measuring it as a recipe. "You know you're supposed to drink this through the cream? I've never figured that out."

[Nicolas Constantine]

Nick knew exactly what Damien was speaking of, as this was the way Nick went about his party-going. He would have agreed with Damien on the subject, but he began introducing himself to Elmira, who then began to blab.

Nick was completely embarrassed. Nicky. Sir Nick. He was sure Elmira would come up with a plethora of other strange ways to jumble his name during the evening.

And Elmira didn't seem like she needed alcohol and coffee at the same time; she was speaking gibberish at a mile a minute. Hopefully Damien could keep up with what she was saying, because he surely couldn't.

"Er, no thanks, I'll wait longer still..."

[Gabriel Seran]

"Honey, can I get you anything? I swear, when more people get here, we'll take shots, but you can feel free to open any new bottles. I also have a hookah and three bongs, though I've got nothing to put in them yet. Gotta wait for another friend of mine to show up. Though actually, one of the bongs is a beer bong, so like... you know no weed necessary. You know you're supposed to drink this through the cream? I've never figured that out."

Gabriel looked over at her lazily, her mouth seemed to run faster than she did. Gabriel drank lavishly from a bottle he’d just opened and decided to be a little social, I mean k’mon it was a party.

“Gabriel Seran,” He said extending a hand out. He was well dressed as always, a button up shirt nice black slacks that fit his body well showing him off to be a rather tall strong physique. The newsletter the Media Pillar had sent out didn’t do him justice, he wasn’t some raving madman, and he was simply an astute freedom fighter. Gabriel took another long sip from the beer handling himself rather well considering.

[Elmira Medina]

"Er, no thanks, I'll wait longer still..."

Elmira shrugged. She could try to pressure him more, but that would be lame. He'd come around eventually. "Suit yourself, Nick. And if you change your mind, let me know if I can fix you something. My brain is mental cocktail book guide." Her attention went back to the third person to arrive. She was accustomed to switching back and forth; no amount of socialization would be too much for her to handle.

“Gabriel Seran.”

She extended a hand to shake his, seeing that he initiated the ritual. Hand shakes weren't exactly her specialty- they often seemed too business-like and formal for teenage interactions- but she was able to tell when one was desired. It would be rude to let his hand to remain empty. "I'm Elmira. Wow, your name sounds familiar. I can't really remember where, though." She placed a finger to her lips, as if deep in thought. "You're not an actor or something, are you? Or like, a male model? I read so many cheesy girlie magazines that it's not even funny, so I pick up celebrity names like mad." She arched an eyebrow, scanning him over. "My mind is blank." With that, she took a large gulp of her drink, long enough to finish it off. "And don't worry," she announced, slapping the empty plastic cup against the table, "I probably won't talk this much when I'm wasted. Too much effort. Haha."

[Damien Kross, Jester]

In my five years as a fighter, never before had I been assaulted like that- a barrage of words slamming into my psyche, tearing down the walls of my fortress. Several tactics came to mind along with the words of George Carlin... 'Blow it out your ass comes to mind... Shut your fucking pie hole...' The words of the dead sage refreshed me, but not nearly as much as the drink I was handed. I fixed myself a cup of the Irish whiskey and drank it, finding it to be somewhat up my alley... I was never much of a whiskey guy, but this wasn't damn bad.

That's Ireland for ya!

I guess so.

Now, Elmira took her assault to... oh wow...

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

"Gabriel!" I shouted to him, waving an arm in the air. "Hey, Gabriel! C'mere dude!" I yelled in a cheery tone.

What on earth are you doing?

Having some fun.

[Yacatecuhtli]

Yacatecuhtli walked toward the group of people already assembled on the beach. He almost wore casual clothing today, but decided to wear the usual, a black suit, necktie tied using the half Windsor knot, black dress pants and dress shoes, along with a pair of headphones around his neck, though he had left his shades behind today.

Being dragged along behind him was a large cooler containing a bottle of old grand dad whiskey, three bottles of Jäger, and 48 cans of Monster. He knew there would be booze and probably caffeine at the party, but his philosophy was "Sharing is Caring".

In his left hand was a large silver poker chip case that no longer contained poker chips. The inside of the case looked like a scene out of "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas", a 50 sheet of blotter acid, 700 mg of crystalline DMT, 70 grams of Liberty Caps, and 8 grams of Purple Bubba Kush. Granted he would probably only be drinking at the party, but watching people fucked out of their heads was always thoroughly enjoyable to him.

He arrived at the small group and scanned their faces. He only knew one, Elmira, and recognized another, the man who had been videotaping the streaking fest the other day.

"Hello everyone. I figured it would be unbecoming to come empty handed, so I decided to bring some treats. Drinks are in the cooler, anything else is in the case."

[Elmira Medina]

"Hello everyone. I figured it would be unbecoming to come empty handed, so I decided to bring some treats. Drinks are in the cooler, anything else is in the case."

"Hey, it's iPod boy!" Elmira squealed, running through the sand as fast as her wet, dirty feet would allow and giving the newly arrived guest a hug. "Sorry, I totally don't remember your name, and I doubt I'll remember anything else tonight. Even if I could talk, I'd probably sound stupid trying to pronounce it."

She immediately opened the cooler, curious to what was inside. "Oh em gee, I think I am in love with you!" Without delay, she helped herself to a Monster, pouring it into her cup and mixing it with the first bottle of hard liquor she could find. "You didn't have to bring all this! And what's in the case? We going to play strip poker or something?" She grinned mischievously. "I'll have to be a bit more smashed than this to start taking off clothes."

[Nicolas Constantine]

Another guest had arrived, someone who Nick hadn't met before. He came carrying a chest full of alcohol and caffeine, and a briefcase that Nick supposed was full of various drugs, from what he heard the kid say. Elmira seemed excited about what he brought and said something about removing articles of clothing, which Nick thought intriguing.

Its not that Nick was against drinking, it was more that he didn't have that much experience with hard liquor. He spoke to Elmira, asking her to make him the only drink he knew.

"Hey, Elmira, could you make me a dry martini, with three measures of gin, one of vodka, and half a measure of wine?"

Nick looked around for any sly looks or remarks as he ordered his drink.