Thread: Errrone, Matt's football win victory party Date: Sept 3, 9pm Where:Matt's House Who: Everyone (add your tags even if you don't post so we know who was there.) Warnings: Will be in subject lines, but overall: underage drinking, drug use, possible sexual content Summary: Matt throws a victory party!
With Quinn's much-appreciated help, Matt managed to get the house all in order for the party with twenty minutes to spare, so he went through the house, making sure everything was completely set.
Upstairs, he checked that the doors to his room, his parent's room, his mom's study, and the attic access were all locked, the keys well-hidden in a place that no one would think to look. He left the guest bedroom open, because.... well. He preferred not to think about any becauses, but he knew how parties could get. He also left his bathroom and the hobby room open for anyone who might want to escape the thick of the party.
In the basement, he locked his dad's music room tight as well. He put out his video games by the consoles in the old playroom - Call of Duty 2 and 3 and Halo for his XBox, and MarioKart, Mario Party, and Rock Band for his Wii - and unplugged the treadmill before heading back upstairs.
On the first floor, he left the guest bedroom unlocked, made sure the china cabinet in the formal dining room was well out of the way, and checked on the booze in the informal dining room. He'd figured that, after the past week, everyone would probably want to get pretty wasted, so he'd gone for quantity - and alcohol content - over quality. With most of the football team and Cheerios squad coming - and a lot of Glee clubbers, too - he'd definitely make back what he spent on shit for the evening.
The table in the informal dining room was set with a couple of handles of cheap vodka and cheap rum, plus one of cheap bourbon and a fifth or two of everclear, and various bottles of soda and fruit juice. In the kitchen, he'd set out bowls for food that people would bring, along a pretty sizeable tray of pot brownies. By the back door, he had his backpack full of smokeables to take out to the treehouse whenever people showed interest.
The keg was in the patio next to a bunch of solo cups, and the picnic table was set up for beer pong if anyone felt so inclined.
Matt was pretty sure that everyone would understand that, because the party was at his house, the brownies had pot in them, but he didn't want to be the reason that Puck like, got arrested or whatever, so he sent off a quick text reminding him not to eat any, and then turned to Quinn. "Thanks again for helping me with all of this."