Fitz (undercurrent) wrote in cambioncity, @ 2011-11-05 22:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | farrah, fitz, liz |
Who: Fitz, Farrah, and possible appearances by Dex, Gwen, etc
What: Fitz’s 29th birthday shindig. No structural damage, no photographs, and no accidental death. Other than that, free for all.
Where: Fitz’s Lakehouse
When: November 4, Friday Night
Note: Ridonkulus party calls for ridonkulous guests. If you want to plot anything with your characters happening here just toss me a line, you bootiful people.
Warnings: SKINNY DIPPING thus far.
Fitz was more or less someone who preferred a quieter life, but he didn’t mind a loud evening every now and then. Very loud. The fantastic thing about living by the lake and having a good amount of distance from your neighbours was the lack of complaints anyone could file about your lifestyle. And it became very, very loud at the lake house at least once a year, either for Fitz’s birthday, or Dex’s.
Fitz wasn’t overly concerned about holding parties, because generally anyone who acted in what he (or mostly Dex, who on these nights was more responsible and paid attention) considered to be unacceptable ways, was usually kicked out and eternally blacklisted by Fitz. Sometimes that didn’t mean much, but sometimes – like in the case of a young woman aspiring to be the next singing sensation, caught attempting to steal from the medicine cabinets – it meant a whole lot. Over the years, though, the guest list had certainly purified. Fitz enjoyed himself, especially since he usually had the impression of having people take care of him all night, and that was a rare experience.
He needed a moment of quiet, though, away from the music and people and guitar hero and shots. The best place to get that was in the water. Fitz was so drunk that once he was out on the dock he was having trouble stripping his clothes off, the world spinning around madly once he bent his head. Ah, but he would feel better in the water, he was sure.
Of course, it wasn’t so easy as it usually was. He tripped and fell off the dock while he was getting out of his jeans, hitting the water with a splash. Ah well. At least he’d managed to get them off, because he really hated wet jeans.