WHO: Gilderoi Rubinhart & OPEN to students (Bring your own! Hit me up if you want to thread with one of mine!)
WHERE: Ocean Room, Camden Crossings
WHEN: Friday evening
The Ocean Room was usually used for wedding receptions, but it served just as well for regular parties. The lights were dimmed and music sounded in the background: rock, harder and punkier than the top-40-fare they usually served at school parties. As the night progressed, the beat would steadily grow louder. On the walls were pictures of famous rebels: William Wallace and Joan of Arcadia, Rosa Parks and Harriet Tubman, Mahatma Ghandi and Che Guevara. And there were other pictures too: the famous photographs of lone student confronting a tank at Tiananmen Square, the photo of the monk who set himself on fire to protest the Vietnam War, the picture of a hippie offering a flower to armed soldiers.
There was plenty to eat and drink. Gil had made arrangements for the Advanced and Expert students: there was beer, sweet wine, rum, vodka... The Standard and Intermediate students would catch on soon enough, and by the end of the evening, everybody who had wanted something to drink, probably had found something. There were plenty of Gil-pins given out, together with Van-stickers.
Elven parties were always... special. Where elves gathered and made merry, the air became saturated with a sense of freedom and happiness for everyone involved. Where elves danced, no man or woman would be able to keep their feet still. Where elves loved, other romances came alive. And, while this party was not as wild as some other parties the twins had thrown, that sense of reckless abandonment still shimmered in the air. As the night progressed, many students gave themselves over to that feeling.
But in the beginning, it was easy to find Gil, standing in the center of the room and talking about his political points. He was dressed like James Dean and had an easy laugh ready for anyone who approached him. He also made it a point to go around the room with Van.