I'm not about to let Mardis Gras go by without a party. Everyone is invited to the lobby. You know, the first floor of the weird ass apartment complex on the edge of town? I'll bring the music so long as you don't hate Bon Jovi or Joan Jett. My fake ID is seriously outdated, so the whole thing is BYOB.
[ooc: I'll set up a thread when I get back from grocery shopping in case you wanted a scene at the party. We'll do it kind of like we did at the McCall's for dinner.]