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    Right now you seem so far away — DeyVarah Shaia — Blizzardclan — She/Her/They/Them —

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]DeyVarah had invited every single person of the group to her spacious apartment for a party....a party mainly involving beer, wine...okay...shit tons of alcohol. She would advise the younger ones to be careful if they were to drink since she won't limit them but the adults just need to make sure that they don't die of alcohol poisoning. Not to sound mean but she doesn't want to deal with a dead body on her doorstep while she deals with a hangover from that night, that is...if she does drink that much. She runs around her apartment trying to make sure that everything was in order, mainly the places where the alcohol would be held. She had brought her own alcohol but she had made sure to make as much space as she felt needed for whatever alcohol someone else brings.


    Dey was making her rounds around her apartment to ensure that everything was in order before hearing some steps outside her door. Ensuring that everything was good she headed towards her door, curious as to who is going to come.



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    Alcohol poisoning wasn't pretty at all, Harrison knew that from experience. He had seen many men die with cards in one hand and a bottle whiskey in the other, did that stop him from drinking though?
    Hell no.
    Besides, that sounded like an absolutely wonderful way to die, he wouldn't want to go any other way then with a mind fogged up and stomach filled with poison drugs. So, when he was invited to a party the man popped into the scene without argument. Of course, harrison was a loner, an introvert. A truly solitary man, but parties were his thing not because he liked socializing, no, but because he loved to get wasted beyond belief. So the stallion entered the scene with a lit cigar in his mouth, huffing and puffing away before he looked over towards Dey and simply dipped his head in greetings, remaining silent as the night.

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    Niles was feeling adventurous! He arrived with a bottle of his favorite wine in his hand, a dashing suit on and a vivacious grin upon his face. He was going to get drunk! This was very unusal for him, as he was not a party kind of man, but he was feeling alive. Perhaps he'd even drink a sip from the bottle! He bounced up the staiirs, knocking on the door and acting like an excited puppy.



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    and now she's looking for
    a downtown man — tags

    Hah, the joke was on them because Tommy had already had a few drinks before coming here. Now he'd be drunk off of his ass by the end of the night.


    He busted into the door after Archer, wearing a white tank top (or a "wifebeater") and a silver chain necklace. He burped under his breath and grumbled, "I need a fuckin' martini." Tommy walked forward, trying to keep himself balanced, and he plopped himself into a chair.
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    Frank had had some pre-cocktails before the cocktail party and was feeling perhaps more than tipsy at this point. He sauntered in, stumbling over his feet (maybe heels weren't the best idea in this case) and grabbing onto the counter to keep balanced. "The party has arrived." He slurred, a smile on his face.


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    "G-Guess I'll d-drive e-everyone back home", Storm muttered as he pressed his back against a wall, silently watching the others as they started drinking. He didn't drink, didn't feel the need to, and he guessed they could use someone to bring them home after this was all over. Playing taxi wasn't too bad at least, as the feeling he could help was a nice one.

    [center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=times new roman][align=justify]Pierce didn't know why he was here. He was just twenty-one, hated alcohol, and had a very low tolerance for it. Yet here he was, not only for a party, but to drink with the others. He didn't want to be the odd one out, now did he? The young man knocked once on the door before letting himself in, slightly pleased that it seemed some of the others had already been drinking a bit. Well, at least when he drank two glasses of, well, whatever, and got drunk, he wouldn't be the first one. "Oh, hey guys," he said softly, offering the others a smile as he stepped in. "What kind of drinks do you have?" he asked DeyVarah, hoping it wasn't anything too strong - maybe some champagne or wine... something super light that wouldn't kill him from drinking more than two or three glasses.


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    Niles stepped in and poured himself a glass of wine, delicately sipping it. He looked rather feminine, but he didn't care or notice. He watched Tommy enter, slightly deflating as he entered the room. As Frank entered, he had to stop himself from giggling. The other looked quite foolish, stumbling over his heels in a drunken matter. "So," he said, trying to start some conversation, "How is everyone doing tonight? I'm quite splendid myself," he said, looking around at the few other people there.


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    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Damn. She wasn't late, was she? Arriving a few minutes after the others had already entered the apartment, Ophelia stood outside, knocking on the door, a slight impatience to her wrist. The young woman didn't consider herself to be a heavy drinker, but she certainly was a social one and there was nothing she liked more than to share a few drinks with some friends. "Hello?" Arriving late was a new but very undesirable lifestyle.
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