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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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[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.

I don't doubt that.

( A bitchface in exchange for a wink? He'll take it. And, naturally, it's time for another sip of his Slurpee, which is starting to melt. ) Seems like you're on the right track. I mean, you're not orange, to start. And you definitely don't look - fake.

Good. Runs in the blood.

[She isn't going to take her eyes off of him.] Good. I try not to be. The hell is the point of being fake anyway? I'm me. If you've got a problem with it, fuck you. [She smiles around her straw.]

So, when you're done with your Slurpee, you're gonna take me for a spin on the floor. [Not a question.]

( Hey, hey, no problems over here. With a small grin, he puts his hands up in mock surrender as best he can while holding his drink. )

Oh, am I? Good to know. ( And, as if on cue, Johnny downs the rest, disregarding the straw and then setting the cup back on the table very triumphantly. ) Shall we?

Figured you'd like the heads up. [she, too, finishes off her Slurpee- which is mostly slush now- and looks up at him with a nod.] Lead the way, Johnny.

( It's probably the tiny bit of liquid courage in him that still hasn't fully settled over him that makes Johnny grab her hand and tug her towards the center of the cabin. He takes almost comically careful steps backwards as he leads her, grinning widely, glancing over his shoulder to make sure that he doesn't bump into anyone. That'd be a definite loser move. Which is totally not allowed right now.

There's rock music playing, of course, something probably way too loud that he's gonna get scolded about tomorrow morning. For now, though, he couldn't care less. )

[She follows him wordlessly to the center of the floor, and once they're settled, she wraps her arms around his neck, bringing herself closer to him. She's tiny, in stature, in size, but that doesn't stop her in the least, as she sways her hips against his.]

( Gods. Well.

Johnny certainly can't say he does a lot of dancing like this - no, definitely not; his dancing skills lie in jumping around and headbanging - but he's not at all complaining as Éponine presses closer. Without even thinking about it, his hands go to her hips, her very slender hips, starting to get into the music more and move with the beat. )

Thaaaat's it, [she coos, wrapping her arms around his neck to keep them closer. It takes him some time, but she's not going to judge as soon he's got the rhythm down as she grinds against him. After a bit, she spins in his arms, keeping his hands on her hips as she presses her backside against him, her hands on his.]

( Her words bring a shy sort of smirk out of him, highly aware of just how close she is -- he could probably just lean down and --

Okay, okay, getting ahead of himself. But this is practically, like, mindblowing to Johnny. A pretty girl's actually showing interest in him? He can hardly think straight right about now because of Éponine which is just so... He thought he was supposed to be the one who could make people go crazy.

His fingers lace between hers against the fabric of her skinny jeans, maybe gripping her just a bit tighter. )

[She's grinning, dancing against him. He's certainly not bad looking, that's for sure, or she wouldn't be here in the first place. Plus, he has an adorable charm around him. And things were getting... they were going someplace with Dave. So running around being free was certainly the way to go about dealing with that. Yes, Eponine. Run away from your problems. That always ends well.

She reaches on hand behind her head, wrapping around his neck to keep him even closer, lowering his head to her neck. Her other hand is still very happy to be on her hip, in his.]

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