camber (negativecamber) wrote in playinghouse, @ 2012-06-06 21:11:00 |
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Current mood: | calm |
Who: Cam and open
Where: Game Room B and possibly spilling elsewhere
When: 11:45 or so
After everyone had split off, Cam took her time smoking a much needed cigarette and put her mind to party planning. Well -- it might be more like distraction planning, as she didn't really expect anyone to show up, even Michael who had said he would be there and seemed like a cool dude. She'd had enough solo birthday parties in her life to know that people broke their promises. It would have been fine with her really. She didn't generally expect much of people, and she was entirely capable of making her own fun. Most of the time at home, that would have involved some cheaper vodka than she was offering to the masses, either alone with the internet or out at a loud bar where they played something better than top 40. Here there wasn't any internet but there was a hell of a lot to do regardless, from XBox to getting lost in acres of woods.
It was a little different when you had to plan for the possibility of other people. She arranged a playlist that she wouldn't mind listening to by herself but that someone else could probably get into - nothing too depressing, but a good helping of classic rock and some sleepy 90s grunge and a good mix of harder shit with a serious dash of electronica to get things moving if they wanted to. Anything better than the mp3 player was not coming out with her unless she really liked whoever showed up. No way: her audiophile tendencies tended to go unappreciated, especially when she was drunk and rambling about vinyl.
In accounting for multiple interests, she had also snagged a couple different mixers from the kitchen on the way back up. Ginger ale, which was what she cut Zubrowka with if she wasn't drinking it straight, apple juice like her uncles drank, and orange juice for, well, screwdrivers.
Even after all that, it was still pretty early when she headed into the game room with music and mixers. Before midnight, even, which for her was just winding up the night. The more classic game room looked more appealing for a drinking party, really, but since she'd said pinball, she figured she better at least stay for a while in the other one. People had definitely been in here, since the controllers were kind of awry, and she wondered if they'd come back.
She set her stuff down, ran back to her room for glasses, and connected the music, flipping through the game library idly and pouring herself a sizable drink.