Re: [nye party quicklog]
[The party wasn't exactly popping, or whatever the kids were saying these days. But there were a sprinkling of people decorating the living room of Clary House. There were a couple of people in the kitchen, mixing up dangerous cocktails, and somebody was setting off fireworks in the driveway. Some of the people were from the diner, and everybody else was kind of a mystery to Destiny, but she figured that they knew somebody who lived here in order to gain an invite. Not that Destiny had spotted any of her room mates, although she'd been too busy bouncing around with a neon plastic champagne flute in each hand to really care about the quadrants of other room mates, some of which Destiny didn't even think were currently in the country. She didn't know. She wasn't trying to know. Tonight was decidedly about not knowing anything at all.
All Destiny needed was sequins and bubbles and dancing to the most atrocious 80s music that she could find on Spotify. She was closest to the door when the new one popped his head beyond the frame. Destiny was rampant curls under a plastic hat, the ass end of a joint on a champagne smile, and she was pulling him into the house. He wasn't the only one lacking self-restraint.] I think we can make room for you.
Bubbly? [She asked, louder than the music, and she pushed her plastic wine flute into his chest with a head-tilt grin. The girl smelled like weed and sage, strawberry shampoo and greener things.]