Who: Bobby and James (DONT WORRY MAO YOU'LL STILL GET YOUR KISS) Where: some NPC party When: backdated to New Years Eve What: things get REAL Rated: TBD but no sex or violence anyways, lots of confusion and possibly angst (the horror!) Status: incomplete
There was only ten minutes to go. She was already fully prepared for the new year. Her '2031' glasses were perched on the bridge of her nose and she had some buzzing, spinning party favor in her lap just waiting to be obnoxious. Ten minutes.
It felt like it had been forever that they'd been at the party. It was full of people she really didn't like, or people she just plain wasn't friends with. The only perk was that she was with James, Mao, and Savannah, though she'd lost track of the last two in the past fifteen minutes. She assumed they were off finding people to kiss, but couldn't be sure. It was possible they were looking for booze, but there was so little at the party that it almost wasn't worth it. Of course, Bobby could make her own if she really wanted it, but she didn't. It wouldn't do for her to be a hot mess in a house full of people she didn't want to go home with.
She leaned back on the sofa she'd been occupying and sighed. Being at a shitty party was still better than being at home alone. And James was being a very nice date. "So," she said, turning to face him. "Should we look for the other two, or let them ring in the new year on their own? I promised Mao a kiss that I don't think he's going to let me back out on." She grinned, picking up a solo cup she'd filled with water and taking a sip.