Jack P + Cat C + Adrian M + Dahlia H Who: Jack P, Cat C, Adrian M, Dahlia H, open to Louis D and Destiny S What: Gatecrashing a party Warnings: Oh, throw 'em all in there, with this lot it could be anything and strong language from the start.
The night was young. Well, -ish. Sort of like Jack himself, in that both were definitely over-age but still enthusiastic about it. It was all a little too much like a head-fuck without the good drugs to go with it if you spent too long thinking about it, so Jack didn't. So long, downers, Eddie and Newt's explanations of his adult woes put on ice. His adult life could stuff itself, much like his adult wardrobe. He had done enough time in the thrift store in the Capital to warrant a look from the attendant like he was going to emerge from the dressing room several sizes bigger, padded out with stolen clothes. There was nothing stolen here, jeans with battered leather boots, a leather jacket over thin black long-sleeved shirt and a fedora, just for the fuck of it. About the only decent thing in his wardrobe had been the jacket and the associated bike, which was parked up at a bar somewhere that looked like no-one would jack it if it was out all night long, dirty stop-out.
The lawn of the house on which he lurked, waiting for at least one of the lot of them, was groomed. The kind of place that came with housewives coked up to the eyeballs, instead of a bunch of young people equally coked up. The music was loud from the open door to the lawn and no-one about now gave a shit who came through the door so long as they were up for fun. Did Jack feel a twitch of something like worry over Dahlia pitching up and into this and apparently fresh from AA? Yeah, but he fidgeted with his cigarette and exhaled onto brisk cold air. He was fucked if he knew how it worked, and Dahlia seemed like the type to kick his face in if he asked her the wrong question. He had no bloody idea who Adrian was, and all he knew about Cat dripped with meaningful subtext, which meant she was either one hell of a woman or he'd lost all and any balls he'd ever had.
But it made for a hell of a party with a guest-list that chaotic. It almost made him wish he'd invited his younger brother.