Rafe Cooper (bearybadthings) wrote in bumpinthenigt, @ 2012-12-24 14:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | #dead until dark, #group scene, 11.01.12, gabe, kinkade, rafe, seth |
Dia de Los Muertos?
Who: Open
What: Rafe's Birthday Bash
When: 11.1.12 - Thursday Night
Where: Dead Until Dark
Warning: Rafe and all that entails.
In the absence of a time machine, which even Rafe's highly developed intellect was unable to invent, people only turned whatever age they were once. Unless they resorted to that tried and true tactic of lying, and that only worked when you flew to a new location and stocked it with new people every year. Eventually you would run out of places and go through all the available people. Someone would catch you out. It simply made more sense to accept whatever age you were turning and then show everyone invited how little of a fuck you gave about it. That was precisely what Rafe did. Each and every year since he had stopped having to endure family run parties. Even those got a little wild occasionally, especially once he had hit the teen years.
This year was no exception. In the wake of the whole Reems thing, the town needed a bash. The supernatural sect of it especially. No one managed to bring out the fun like Rafe. That was why he was currently halfway through a bottle of whiskey and performing a strange, improvised kalinka dance on top of the bar. After preforming one final kick, he collapsed into an exaggerated heap before sitting up and hanging his legs off the edge of the bar. This was a "buy entirely new clothes the next day" sort of night. "A drink for anyone who'll give me a kiss. Anyone at all. You game, good fellow?" he crowed, pointing a finger out at one of the patrons. Somewhere Gabe was probably growling, but Rafe was good to pay for all promised drinks and any damages that might occur. That was part of the fun of it, after all.