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Who: Johnny and everyone ever.

What: The party of the month -- NAH, THE PARTY OF THE YEAR.

Where: Cabin 12.

When: September 28th.

Why: Walkin' round the house like who's the man? (Nobody can do it like Johnny can.)

So, that whole Red Room business was, to put it plainly, whack as hell. Everyone at camp's spirits are way down. Johnny's spirits are way down, to say the very least.

See, Johnny hates feeling like he's trapped. Now, after that debacle? He pretty much feels like a caged animal, stuck here and left to pace back and forth with no real goals, no real anything to look forward to. That's where Heather's incredible, incredible suggestion comes in.

Why not throw a party? After all, he's a Dionysus kid. That's pretty much what they're born to do.

It's taken about a week of heavy preparation, but he's done it. By the time he sends out his short Iris Message (it's pretty weird, seeing as he's practically sitting in the dark, lit only by the cabin's blacklight), it's evident that he's already set everything up, decorations visible faintly in the background, music playing as he reminds the campers that it starts tonight, at 8 PM, though it's not too loud (yet).

Upon arriving, campers will notice the very purposeful selection of only rock and pop punk-y kind of music (and no slow songs, sorry Certain Camp Couples) and a table full of strawberry Slurpees (strawberries... Dionysus... it's a thing, he guesses), the cabin's furniture cleared off to the sides to make an impromptu dance floor. And then there's Johnny, lurking by the sound system, fiercely protective of his precious tunes. Don't mess. (Or, maybe mess, if you so choose.)

He may not know a whole lot of people at camp, but he does know Heather, and knows how persuasive the daughter of Venus can be, so. Party at the Dionysus cabin!

( ooc: I figure everyone can post their own starters and tag around and mingle? HAVE FUNNNN! )

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[Hey, the fliers said it was an open house.

Plus. Parties with Eponine Thenardier were always the best parties. Because few could do it like she could. Satisfied that her slurpee now contained alcohol, she took a triumphant sip.

And then there was some kid waltzing over to her.] Uh, hey. [She repeats, darting her head side to side a bit mockingly.]

What? Y'want a slurpee too?

( Johnny narrows his eyes a bit. She doesn't seem to look particularly ... guilty, or like he caught her doing something bad, or anything. Huh. Weird.

Maybe the blacklights are fucking with his eyes. )

... I got it.

( He'll never turn down a Slurpee, even when he wasn't particularly coming over here for one. Hmm. He takes a pensive sip. )

I'm Johnny.

( You know. Johnny. As in Johnny's party. Johnny M.'s in the house? Here we go? Come with it? )

[That may have something to do with the fact that dearest Eponine? Was one of Hermes kids and never looked guilty if she could help it. Even when she'd been caught red-handed.

Of course, she's got no idea he's over here about the alcohol in her slurpee.]

So you're Johnny. [She smiles, taking a step in towards him.] You know how to throw a rockin' party. I was hoping to meet the man himself, but I'm pleased you managed to find me first.

I'm Éponine.

( If only Johnny had an intuition about these kinds of (alcoholic) things like Daddy Dearest. Alas, for now, he'll have to be blissfully unaware and rendered weak against the Hermes girl's almost devious-looking smile. Sigh.

And -- gods, she has a way of using her words to make him all sheepish, rubber soles of his shoes scuffing against the floor as he shifts. )

Éponine. Glad you could make it. You really think it's rockin'? This is nothing, really.

( So humble. Even though it took him hours upon hours, but whatever. Look cool, Johnny. )

[She's no stranger to flirting to get what she wants, working her (human) charms on people. Sure, she's abrasive and rude, but there's a reason she's got more than a few male friends who won't turn down a kiss or twelve.

Johnny's reactions just make that grin of hers wider.] Yeah. Been to more than my fair share of parties back in Brooklyn. You've got a gift, Johnny. But if this is nothing... [She takes another step in, cocking her head to the side.] you'll have to show me what you can really do sometime.

[It was a challenge. And more than that, it was something of an invitation.]

( Brooklyn, huh? Johnny's always had this nagging desire to ditch California for New York City his whole life. Consider him even more intrigued now, if at all possible.

He's cool. It's cool. Everything's cool. He'll try not to flinch as she steps even closer. Éponine sure sounds like she's offering up a challenge, and Johnny certainly isn't one to back down from anything.

Oh, gods, this can only end terribly. ) Oh yeah? You sound like you have something in mind.

[Oh yeah. Just watch, Johnny. Everything around them is going to go down in flames. ~~It's what happens when you are played by people from Skins~~.]

If we ever get the hell outta here, you should show me one of your real parties. I've got a few friends I think you'd enjoy, if you're up to it. I know I wouldn't say no. [She's all smiles, and you know there's danger just around the corner.]

Or we could lay back, split a bottle, and you could set me up with a private show.

( ~~Oh, baby, baby, it's a wild world, after all.~~ This poor, poor, hopeless boy.

He takes a drink of his Slurpee, super casual, as always. Maybe just to steel his nerves a bit, distract him from that dangerous-looking smirk of hers. ) And ditch my sick-ass party right when the fun's just getting started? I don't know about that.

( Johnny would be lying if he said that the idea of skipping out of the party with Éponine wasn't extremely appealing. After all, he's certainly been looking for something new and exciting to do now that he's stuck here at camp effing endlessly. )

[Oh no. Someone's falling.

Eponine mimics his moves, maybe taking a little bit longer with the straw than necessary. Mmm delicious alcoholed Slurpee. A+, would drink again.]

Oh, I'd never try to steal you away from your little shindig here, Johnny. [She turns that smile of hers into more of a smirk, cocking her hip to the side to match.] Sick-ass? Never heard that one.

( Someone's easily infatuated. It doesn't take much, but when he is... Oh boy.

At least she likes his choice of Slurpee. It's almost comical how easily he's forgotten why he came over here in the first place, too, especially with that little visual reminder. With a shrug, he downs the rest of his, placing the empty cup back on the table. Anything to keep his eyes averted from her very definite flirting. )

First time for everything, huh?

[Oh good.

Eponine watches him almost amused as he drinks the rest of his Slurpee.] Careful there. Don't want you to get brain freeze.

You're right about that one. First time for everything. [She glances at him for a moment, then back to her own Slurpee.] So, Johnny, what's the occasion for the party?

Please. I'm a seasoned professional with this stuff.

( That gets a little grin out of him. Years and years of Slurpee consumption have built up a certain tolerance against brain freeze. Or maybe he just got lucky this time. )

Well, you know. It's been pretty lame here since that whole ... debacle happened. Heather thought it might, like, raise people's spirits or whatever, so here we are. ( And he shrugs. )

If you say so.

[Johnny's cute, she's decided. Just the right level of cool in terms of conversation. Plus, he's got that long-haired thing that gives her something to hold on to... Oops, no getting ahead of yourself there, 'Ponine.]

Yeah. That. [Her words are short there. She didn't want to talk about it. That whole thing... What came after... It had all shaken her deeply, and Eponine Thenardier never let anyone see her shaken. Or stirred, for that matter. Apparently, unless you were Charlie.] Good for her. Definitely seems to be getting energy up. [A party did not make up for the fact that she wasn't going to see her family. That she wasn't going to be there to protect Gavroche and Azelma.

She needed to get out of here. And quick.] Not my usual sort of shindig, but given the circumstances, it is very sick-ass.

( It's a good thing Johnny doesn't have any crazy mindreading powers or something because if he could even take a glimpse into Éponine's mind right now, he'd probably pass out, despite how cool he's playing it.

He does notice, however, the change in mood all of a sudden. Well, she's certainly shorter with her words now than she was before. And he can't blame her, really. He doesn't know her story, or practically anything really. Gods know that he's not at all eager to talk about the whole ordeal, either, so. ) Yeah? I'm glad.

( Ugh, did he make it awkward? He probably made it awkward. Time for another Slurpee. )

[Yeah, more Slurpee is good. She's drinking some more of hers, enjoying the sweet sting of liquor buried underneath all that cherry goodness. Of course her Slurpee is cherry.]

Me, too. [OK they need to not talk about this anymore. They need to focus on something else. Like... Oh hey, that Slurpee.]

Y'want something to take the edge off? I may have something if you're curious. [She won't reveal her flask. Yet. But if Johnny knew anything about her, it would be all too easy to figure out what she had in mind.]

( Something to take the edge -- oh. Right. He knew he was forgetting something. See: the entire reason he came over here in the first place. The possibly tainted Slurpee, blah blah blah. And yet ... )

Y'know what? Screw it. Yeah. Sure.

( He shrugs. Why shouldn't he? He might break a rule or two (which they were oh so kindly reminded of the other day), but it's better than wallowing about how much he misses his friends and complaining about his total case of caged bird syndrome.

What good's a party without a little fun, anyways? )

I knew there was a reason I liked you, Johnny. [She pulls out her flask and uncaps it, pouring a decent amount of vodka into his Slurpee before topping her own off.]

Cheers. [And she's taking a straight swig of vodka before chasing it with the Slurpee.

Alcoholic? What? No.]

( He'll raise an eyebrow as she drinks straight from her flask but won't say anything. Instead, he peers down into the depths of his now strawberry-and-vodka Slurpee. Welp, here goes nothin'. )

Yeah, cheers.

( Not that he expects it to be life-changing or anything, but he definitely expected the alcohol to totally overpower the fruitiness. Johnny's gladly proven wrong in this case. )

Huh. Not bad.

Nope, not at all. [She practically dances a bit closer to him as she sips on her straw, keeping her eyes trained on him.]

I'll take it you don't do my kind of partying often.

( Johnny doesn't dare let her out of his sight for a moment; oh, no, Éponine looks far too dangerous or something, in a way. He thinks it's pretty cool, actually. )

Not really. Parties back at home are, like, way more chill. Laid back. You know.

( Parties? More like bumming around a convenience store parking lot or sprawling across the floor of a dirty basement bedroom talking about life and on very rare occasions, passing around a joint that he and his two best friends pooled all of their lunch money together for. Nothing quite like this. )

[Johnny, she will rip your heart out for fun. Because that's just the type of person she is. At least, without certain other people running around making her fall in love with them. SO ENJOY IT, okay?]

I don't know, actually.

[Her parties? Were always like this. Drugs and booze free-flowing. Most of it she got for free, one way or another. It paid to be part of the New York underworld and drug scene. When your dad ran one of the gangs? You got all the spoils.]

( And this poor boy is doomed. Just doomed. Johnny's the kind of guy that falls hard and fast and doesn't even care how reckless it makes him seem. Ripping out his heart? Please. He'll practically hand it to her on a silver platter. )

I dunno, everything in California just seems so ... mellow compared to how exciting I picture shit being in New York. Not that I don't like it there, but. Yeah. Always imagined bigger and better things.

( With a shrug, he takes another drink, nearly forgetting about the hint of vodka in there. Oh, right. That. )

The only way I'd be able to do California was if I was down in LA. [Because hot damn those parties? She'd totally do cocaine with Charlie Sheen, okay?]

We'll get out of here for a night. I'll show you how we really do it in the city. Long Island is just full of guidos, so we've really got to get out- there's no way I'm taking you to a place like Nachos or Dizzy's. [Two classy Hempstead bars right there on the Turnpike. No way. You could get an STD from sitting down in there.]

[And she's drinking again.] I mean okay, I grew up in Jersey so I'm one to talk.

( He smiles knowingly. Yep, she definitely seems more LA than San Francisco and Oakland. Probably could've figured that out just by looking at her.

Éponine's proposal excites that ever-restless part of him that's always longing to just leave wherever he's at, go anywhere, as long as it's new and different and fun. ) Yeah? I'd dig that. No guidos allowed.

( And there's a laugh. ) Really? You didn't really strike me as a Jersey girl.

Then we'll do it. You and me, we'll take off for a night. If anyone can get you out, [She winks] it's me.

[Here, Johnny, have a bitchface.] Fuck you. Yeah, we moved when I was seven to Brooklyn. I try to avoid being a Jersey girl at all costs.

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