Mao Sakibou (ex_bigmaoth666) wrote in genome_project, @ 2010-04-30 10:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | april 2010, emily elwood, james baker, josie allen, mao sakibou |
WHO : Mao and hopefully a ton of people!
WHAT : MAO'S PARTY!! Also a hurricane at some point? AWESOME.
WHERE : Sakibou residence. Saturday night.
STATUS : In Progress (I don't mind the impending inbox explosion.)
RATING : Underage drinking and other illegal activities.
Despite this whole party idea being a last minute, spur of the moment thing, Mao anticipated awesomeness. It didn't matter that he wasn't popular, the youth of this island were desperate for a good time, and if there was unsupervised partying going on that they could get a piece of, you can bet your ass they'd get in on it. The only spot of trouble Mao could think of was wether the amount of booze brought by outsiders would be enough to satisfy the masses. Most people who'd show up would be underage, and Mao only had like one case of beer of his own to offer. Well...he'd save that problem for later, if it indeed became a problem.
He spent the hours before the party, and after his enthusiastic journal announcement, getting dressed and made up, and by yanking all the Christmas lights they had out of storage and stringing them up everywhere. That was as good of a decorating job as he was able to do on short notice. Not like anyone would appreciate it. Whatever.
He taped 'STAY OUT' signs on his and Tetsuo's bedrooms (he so didn't want to discover people fucking on his Batman bedspread), then locked his ass in the bathroom to spruce himself up. He went all out, beyond giving a shit about what anyone thought, he had been borderline miserable for way too long. Fuck Lukas. He was going to have a good time! Forget his problems! Get drunk and dance and sing karaoke and to Hell with the consequences! Mao wasn't usually one to take that step with makeup, but tonight he applied eyeliner, smirking at his reflection. His hair was freshly streaked, and quite a bit of mousse and hairspray later, was perfectly styled.
He slipped on a grey tank top with the yellow and black Batman symbol on the chest, black cut off shorts, and fixed his oh so fashionable goggles on top of his head before sprinting down to the living room to wait for attendees (James undoubtedly bound to be the first.) He put on one of his mix CDs and began to clear out a spot for karaoke. A party isn't a party unless people sing drunken karaoke!