Thread: Three Years Immortal WHO: James, his birthday party guests, and their +1 WHEN: January 15, 9pm-? WHERE: The Raconteur
James remembered his last birthday party quite vividly. Not because it had been particularly impressive or more impressive than his previous parties, but because during his last party, he had finally gotten to know Paxton on an intimate level. He'd finally let his guard down and gone for a person of the same sex. To James, that was a big deal. He had spent the rest of the year trying to make sense of it, and their relationship had ended badly, but James still remembered that party.
He stood with a glass of blood laced wine in his hand. The party was in full swing. Lorde was there, standing at the stage and singing new music, unpublished, as well as some of her older hits form Pure Heroine. She was a hit with this group of friends and the crowd was swaying to her sultry sounds and luxurious vocals.
The weed being passed around probably had something to do with that. James could smell it, but pretended he didn't. Everyone pretended they didn't, including the bartender who had been paid to serve the drinks all night. An array of Uber drivers from the next city over were outside, ready to take students home. James had vetted each and everyone one of them. No matter what came out of this night, stories of vampires, witches, and other things would not leave those cabs rides.
Refreshments besides drinks were available. James had done as promised to certain guests and provided their favorite dish on a table beside the bar.
It was a good night and James was simply enjoying it, listening and reveling with his classmates as the last hours of their weekend winded down and dwindled into nothing.