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Genome NPC ([info]genomenpc) wrote in [info]genome_project,
@ 2012-11-24 00:18:00
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Who: Any and all teenagers who can find a way to have gotten invited
What: PAR-TAY
Where: Mitchell's parents' house, NYC
When: Friday night, baby
Rating: Mid-to-high for PARTYING TEENAGERS. The horror.

It was a familiar scene. A house in a quiet, upscale neighborhood, a dull light flooding out from windows well into the night, bass shaking the expensive wood flooring, red Solo cups littering every feasible surface, and a mass of drunk, underage teenagers, hormones raging, all pressed against each other in a hot room. Mitchell's parents were out of town, visiting family on the West Coast. A party was almost mandatory. Once the rest of the football team heard about his parents' little vacay, it was more or less decided.

A band made up of kids from school came to play, several kegs were bought, and so the party commenced. By now, however, it was past midnight. The band had struck their set an hour before. Someone's iPod had a dance playlist pumping loudly through the surround sound speakers. Furniture had been pushed against the walls to make room for dancing. Some had even managed to slip away into one of the many rooms that sprouted from the long, wide corridor that ran the length of the house. The basement was full of couches, upon which couples sat entwined, and others drunkenly philosophized. There was probably a game of spin the bottle happening somewhere.

At parties like this one, really anything could happen.




[OOC: And here are the covers Corporate Lobotomy performed. They did some original songs too. I'll list them at the end.]


[OOC: The orignial songs by Corporate Lobotomy are as follows:

→ Bowtie
→ Denial
→ Sweettart Sweetheart
→ High Hells
→ B-Cups in Vegas
→ Atlantic City
→ Do you kiss your mom with that mouth? I kiss your mom with my mouth
→ Attack of the Space Presidents
→ My Cat is a Dog
→ Fuck Lipstick ]


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