Marcus Flint (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} marcusfingflint) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} impetuousrpg,@ 2011-04-03 16:44:00 |
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WHO: EVERYONE (No, really. If you know Marcus or know someone who knows Marcus or have a third cousin whose brother once dated a girl that snogged Marcus...you're totally invited.)
WHAT: Impromptu Party
WHERE: Marcus's House
WHEN: Sunday Evening; 3 April 2002
RATING: NC-17 for the comment thread with Marcus. R for everything else.
STATUS: In progress
Marcus wasn't sure why he was having a party. He really didn't like hosting them. Mostly because he didn't like people touching his shit. He was a pretty possessive person and the thought of people he didn't like touching things he did like just drove him absolutely mental. But it had been a while since anyone else had had a worthwhile party so he decided to take the initiative for once. Mostly because he wanted to get drunk and laid and what better way to accomplish both other having a huge party? And plus, his place was big enough that it would comfortable hold an incredibly amount of people. His bedroom was warded off from everyone except for himself and Warrington but the rest of his house was fair game. He figured if anything got destroyed he could replace it later.
He had two full service bars set up, one in the reception room and one in the kitchen, which made a bar available....for every five floors. Not that they were huge floors. And honestly, he was glad there were a lot of stairs in his place. It kept the overly overweight people from bothering to come. Not that he'd let any of them in if he could help it in the first place. He liked to actually enjoy what he looked at. People had started showing up fairly early, most of which he really didn't know personally. He knew Clint would show up eventually. Probably Keeley and Adrian. Possibly the Greengrasses. And he really and truly hoped Bell's loose sounding sister showed. She seemed fun from Clint's description. Of course, it might be a bit rough to get past the whole her being related to Bell thing....but if she was as cute as Clint made her out to be, he had a feeling it wouldn't be that difficult of a task.
WHAT: Impromptu Party
WHERE: Marcus's House
WHEN: Sunday Evening; 3 April 2002
RATING: NC-17 for the comment thread with Marcus. R for everything else.
STATUS: In progress
Marcus wasn't sure why he was having a party. He really didn't like hosting them. Mostly because he didn't like people touching his shit. He was a pretty possessive person and the thought of people he didn't like touching things he did like just drove him absolutely mental. But it had been a while since anyone else had had a worthwhile party so he decided to take the initiative for once. Mostly because he wanted to get drunk and laid and what better way to accomplish both other having a huge party? And plus, his place was big enough that it would comfortable hold an incredibly amount of people. His bedroom was warded off from everyone except for himself and Warrington but the rest of his house was fair game. He figured if anything got destroyed he could replace it later.
He had two full service bars set up, one in the reception room and one in the kitchen, which made a bar available....for every five floors. Not that they were huge floors. And honestly, he was glad there were a lot of stairs in his place. It kept the overly overweight people from bothering to come. Not that he'd let any of them in if he could help it in the first place. He liked to actually enjoy what he looked at. People had started showing up fairly early, most of which he really didn't know personally. He knew Clint would show up eventually. Probably Keeley and Adrian. Possibly the Greengrasses. And he really and truly hoped Bell's loose sounding sister showed. She seemed fun from Clint's description. Of course, it might be a bit rough to get past the whole her being related to Bell thing....but if she was as cute as Clint made her out to be, he had a feeling it wouldn't be that difficult of a task.