Who: Syncratic Student Body Where/When; Friday night, ballroom at the San DIego Marriott Why: SHENANIGANS! Warning: See above. It's anarchy, people! Mass hysteria. OOC: So, let's probably play this the same way as Gus's party. Start a thread, interact with others, spike the punch with rum, whatever.
Logan had debated going, knowing Tess would be there in that dress, sans bra, but the thought of his own private party later was enough to console him. Plus, Casa Echolls was echoing with emptiness, there still being on sign of Lynn. She'd been on binges before, so Logan was yet worried, but figured if the weekend passed with no sign of her, he'd call the sheriff. Anything to get out of the house. Besides, he had snagged a Capone-era suit, dark pinstripe, complete with fedora, which, he thought with a smirk, made him look GOOD.
The Xterra was taken by the valet, and Logan made his way through the hotel lobby to the ballroom. It was darkened, Prohibition era music blaring, and couples laughed and danced, having fun. Logan made his way to the snack table, dumped the obligatory rum in the punch, and leaned back against the wall to watch the fun.