( open ) ❧ johnny's party (come get it)

[suburbias]

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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[lastplaceigo]

[Margot is only here by virtue of it being Johnny's party. She's slunk inside quietly, made her way to a dark corner like a creep, and is staying there until her curiosity gets the better of her.

Slurpees.

There is a table of them.

They have come highly recommended by one Johnny, but Margot has never been much for sweet or sugary things and hasn't worked up to actually getting one with one of her meals. Now is as good a time as ever, she supposes.

Turning the cup around in her hands, she pauses, and then goes for it.

INSTANT BRAIN FREEZE.]

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( It's happening. IT'S HAPPENING. ALL OF JOHNNY'S DREAMS ARE COMING TRUE.

Margot is trying a Slurpee. And he gets to witness it.

Johnny's been quietly surveying everyone who shows up to his little shindig, pretty pleased as he's noticing a steady mixture of people he knows, people he's vaguely familiar with, and unfamiliar faces altogether. He's glad that Margot showed up, considering their little music takeover at the Apollo dance inspired his own song selections tonight. He's even more glad, though, about the Slurpee, quickly ditching the sound system in favor of the refreshments table.

Practically grinning from ear to ear, he greets his brain-frozen friend. ) Margot! Hey!

[lastplaceigo]

[This is how her life is going to end: by brain freeze. Not in some epic monster fight, not in a big war, but by some weird drink from 7/11.

Woe and despair!

The face she's making as she turns to Johnny is rather amazing. It's all scrunched up and full of regret. She waves (more like flails) a hand at him in hello before managing to gasp out words.] Hey. N-nice party.

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( That is an expression that Johnny is allllll too familiar with. Emphasis on the regret.

Gleefully, he gives her a little wave in response as though oblivious to her freezing agony, practically jumping up and down inside with sheer joy. What an epic moment in his life. Margot Sullivan, taken down by a mere strawberry Slurpee. He should probably just give up trying to battle and offer his enemies a nice, cold drink instead.

When he speaks again, he tries his best to remain all cool and collected. ) Thanks. Slurpee's good, right?

[lastplaceigo]

[Lets just put that Slurpee down now... It goes back on the table with the all the grace of having grievously offended the person holding it. It takes Margot another second to get her brain in working order and regain the ability to form words.

Words are pretty cool. She gives him two shaky thumbs up.] Yeah, it's... great. Totally great. Nice touch with the strawberries.

[She sees what you did there, son of Dionysus.]

[suburbias]

( Well, someone had to point out The Thing that he did.

Johnny just shrugs it off, because blah blah he totally doesn't want to impress his dad or anything, nah, nothing like that, it's whatever. Instead, he takes a Slurpee of his own and downs some like the champ that he is.

Obviously. ) Strawberry's one of the best kinds. Ever. It's an especially good one for your first, too. You basically got, like, the Ultra Slurpee Experience.

[lastplaceigo]

[Same way she doesn't work so hard at fighting to impress her dad. Dads. Pfft.

She watches in morbid fascination as Johnny chugs the Slurpee. How in the world is he doing that?! How is he doing that and not in frozen, icy agony?!

So it's on. Margot takes her Slurpee back and fiddles with it, trying to work up the nerve to drink the rest.

It's not going to happen. Ever.]

The Ultra Slurpee Experience, huh? I like, totally nailed it. Totally.

[Keep thinking that, sweetie.]

Cool party, by the way. You do all this yourself?

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( Puh-lease, Margot. Johnny is a seasoned pro. Tons of brain cells have nearly frozen to death to achieve this level of Slurpee Mastery.

He raises an eyebrow just the slightest bit, but chooses to not egg her on further. ) You did. Totally dominated. ( But there's a laugh there. )

Oh -- thanks -- yeah, I did. I mean. ( Shrug. ) It's whatever. I think this is supposed to be The Thing that I'm good at or something, so.

( Truth be told, he's beaming with pride inside. )

[lastplaceigo]

[Maybe a good thing Johnny doesn't egg her on, though at this point, she would just sulk.

Now it's time for Slurpee round two. Fight.]

This is like, the coolest party ever. I'm pretty sure it tops what Apollo tried to pull off.

[Dear Apollo: Do not smite her dead for her blasphemy, please and thank you.]

The music and stuff? Rocks.

[suburbias]

( Oh, round two? This is a fight Johnny will never lose. Bring. it. on.

Margot's compliment makes him just stop short of taking a sip of Slurpee number two, practically grinning from ear to ear. )

Yeah? You think so?

( He leans in as if to whisper some grand secret, speaking in a hushed voice. )

I'm not gonna lie, I based a lot of it off of fixing all the lame things about Apollo's dance.

[lastplaceigo]

[The second sip of Slurpee goes much better than the first. No brain freeze this time, but still sweet. She'll stick with her jerky sticks as a self-indulgent treat, thank you.

That's still not going to stop her from finishing it, though. Only polite, after all.

She snorts a laugh.] Then you did a good job. Haven't heard one stupid slow song yet. Like, if there was one, I would totally bounce faster than... than... a ball, I guess.

[It was the first thing that popped into her head, hush.]

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( Johnny bursts out laughing. It's official: metaphor of the century award goes to Margot. )

Well, no bouncing necessary, 'cause I made sure that there are none. We're in the clear. There's only, like, good shit.

( Good shit is kind of an oxymoron. So. Clearly both of them are great in the grammar department. )