[ closed. ] the grass was greener, the light was brighter

[viatorius]

who: Clarice Fong, John Proudstar, & Friends.
what: Housewarming party!!
when: June 2nd ( Backdated. )
where: Casa Thunderblink
warnings: N/A. Unless loved up mutants is a deal breaker.

( At the end of May, any friend of Clarice or John will get a text inviting them to a little gathering. By then, the airy apartment has a lot more furniture, courtesy of John and his manly, manly arms. Seriously, they're like tree trunks.. It's nice, and open, and perfect for having friends around.

When people arrive, there's an excited dog who may barrel into new friends unless someone can manage to catch her in time. There's food - probably more than necessary, but they won't let anyone go hungry -, there's drink, there's music. There's a couple of somewhat nervous mutants - how the hell do you throw a party? - but they're not letting that stop them. They're going to make the most of it. )

ooc: feel free to top level! if you have cr with either of them you're more than welcome to come, and if you don't and feel like crashing that's fine too. there's a plus one ( clarice is looking at you, cisco. time to meet the hot boyfriend of yours. )

if anyone has any questions or problems feel free to hit me up at athosing

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( She'd seen him arrive, but had been waylaid on greeting him with various weird host tasks. Honestly, parties are hard. She's enjoying herself, but she keeps having to stop and remember that she has stuff do do. So when she does find her way over to him, it's with a grin, hair a little frazzled and tucked behind her ears, two bottles of beer in her hand. )

I didn't know if you drink, but. ( She's offering him one anyway. If not, there's a soda in her pocket and she plops it on the coffee table before collapsing into the couch and patting the space beside her. Come sit. )

So it's official, we both have stellar taste. ( Hot Boyfriend? Super hot. ) That's a damn good looking man. ( He's pretty, probably not Clarice's exact type considering she falls for the guy allergic to sleeves, but she likes being able to have a ridiculous gossip with Cisco about these things. ) Well done us.

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[ Cisco takes the beer with a little raise of his eyebrows, as if to say of course he drinks. Then he's coming over to drop down onto the couch next to her, happy both that she wants to spend time with him despite how many of her friends are here and with the fact that this is, it seems, a chill party. Cisco is fond of chill parties, where he can just sit around and drink a beer and not feel like he has to be talking to everyone or entertaining them.

He clinks his beer against Clarice's in a toast, echoing her light-hearted tone as he proclaims: ]

Here's to our refined taste in men.

[ And he takes a drink of the beer, sighing with contentment. It's good beer, and it's fun to scan the people in the room for anybody that he knows. There's a small overlap, it would seem, between Clarice's friends and his. When Cisco first arrived to the Quarantine he worried about being in a place with such a small population, compared to Central City. But there are enough people that it doesn't feel suffocating. He recognizes Bubbles - Lauren, that is - and John of course, but not many others. ]

Hey, sorry I've been kind of incommunicado. Got hit by that nano-plague pretty bad. I'm glad you guys are doing this today, actually, I've totally got cabin fever from being cooped up so long.

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Oh hey, me too.

( Thankfully John had been there for her. Once she'd decided to let him be. It had been a difficult and strange situation getting sick. Her fear of hospitals warring with the actual sickness. She'd wanted to be fine so badly. But she's not going to focus on that today, they've all made it through and to the other side.

It's a party. )

How do you think we're doing on a scale of one to ten? Because I almost called the whole thing off a bunch of times. How do people socialise? Like, what magical arrangement do parties need to be in? I don't know.

( She should have treated it more like this. Hanging out. Drinks, music, food. It's pretty sweet. )

[franciscoramon]

[ Cisco almost asks Clarice if she had gotten hallucinations, too, but hesitates at the last moment. He'd heard from Beverly, knows that her symptoms were completely different. And if Clarice hadn't had that, well, he doesn't want her knowing that he did. Not that he would lie about it, if she asked, he's just... a little uncomfortable, looking back, with all of it. He has a hard enough time already, what with the random visions, not thinking of himself as a little bit crazy.

Luckily, there's a party going on, and lots else to talk about and focus on. He looks around, expression overly contemplative as he pretends to assess the party. ]

I'd give it a solid 9. And to be honest, any party without karaoke gets an automatic disqualification from a full 10, so I'd say you're doin' pretty good, all things considered.

[ He knows that she is probably mostly bantering, and not actually looking for advice, but at the same time... he thinks he might have some to give. He knows that Clarice didn't exactly get a chance to have what he would think of as a really normal growing-up process. His own life had been a little weird, but just in that skipped-some-grades-and-is-awkwardly-young way, not in the murtant-persecution-and-total-outcast kind of way. ]

You wanna know a secret? And this is something it took me, like, a long time to realize? Nobody knows what the fuck they're doing with socializing. Like, honestly, they don't. Anybody who looks comfortable is probably just way good at faking it. So it's not about finding the one right way to do it that everybody else knows about. A good party is just... stuff that you, Clarice, like, and you invite people who you want to be around. If they dig it they'll stay, and if they don't then it's on them to leave.