Who: Anyone who is worthy of this party, no douchebags. Where: Zeno #512, their bedrooms and dorm room. When: Anytime from 7pm on Saturday (Sorry I have to put it up early). What: IT'S A MOTHER FUCKING PARTY! Open: Yeah buddy! Rating: Probably high, they don't exactly classify as Saints.
Operation Elvis was finally all coming together. He'd gotten rid of Memphis saying Dallas wanted to see him and that's when all the food, alcohol and other paraphernalia arrived and was set up. There was an insane amount of food that included pizza, burritos and everything else that was greasy and epic, there was even stuff for vegetarians. The alcohol was everywhere that had a flat surface even the floor.
The worst part of operation Elvis had been shoving all of Memphis' stuff away so if people ended up in there they weren't able to get anything out of that room and they wouldn't be swallowed by whatever lived in there. But the rest all came together easily, there was a sitting area where people could pull up a chair have a conversation and enjoy each others company; there was a designated food area tough people would eat everywhere, this is where all the food was; there's so much it needed its own area; the most important place was the bar area aka the party hub aka party central. Someone had made a makeshift dance floor and then the bedrooms; Kaleb could only hope that whoever went in there didn't leave it dirty.
This night was going to be fucking epic, he hoped, he was hoping none of the dicks turned up cause he didn't feel like kicking them out and didn't want them ruining this. Dallas, London and he had worked far too hard to let this flop. He grinned to himself as people began to arrive, "Welcome to the part of the week!" It couldn't be the party of the year, not this time. But it was definitely a party of a life time that no one should miss.