Courfeyrac Doesn't Need Your Stinking Participle (the_centre) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-03-22 19:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | alyssa hamilton, arya stark, bahorel, courfeyrac, damian wayne (robin), enjolras, eponine thenardier, euphrasie fauchelevant (cosette), grantaire, jehan prouvaire, marius pontmercy, musetta, musichetta, scootaloo, sif |
Courfeyrac's Party!
Who: Courfeyrac, EVERYONE ELSE (seriously tag in if you want and have at least talked to him a few times. You'll have gotten an invite.)
Where: Courf and Marius's
When March 22nd
What: Courf's 21 now. Partying ensues.
Warnings: Typical Courfeyrac Warnings, Drinking, Sex in Comments, Definite Swearing. NOT SAFE FOR WORK OR SANITY.
Status: OPEN
Despite a shit ton of misgivings on the parts of certain people, and despite a really dramatic last week, Courfeyrac had managed to pull off this party after all. Well, he was missing cups at the moment, and that little pen to write your names on the cups that you needed to keep Joly from freaking out at parties, and he probably hadn't grabbed enough paperplates at the party supply store, but you know, everything ELSE was reasonably accomplished.
He'd actually cleaned the apartment, Cherie had been dropped off with the Prouvaires for the night, there was food waiting, and more was getting delivered, there were several varieties of alcohol, including a fishbowl, tray of jello shots, pudding shots in little cups with whipped cream sitting next to them and ready to be used, full keg, several varieties of liquor he'd grabbed based on whether or not they looked appealing at the time, and buckets of frozen margarita that would be ready to scoop by the time people showed up. And okay, fine, there were people who couldn't legally drink coming to this thing, so he'd made sure there were things they could drink too.
As far as Courfeyrac was concerned, the events of the other day were even more reason than not to throw this party, as much money as he was blowing on it now that he had these things to think about. It was worth it, and he could always sell a couple things if he had to make rent next month. The dinosaur patterned party hats and plates and a giant pin the tail on the dinosaur game he'd tacked up to be ironic were worth it though, he was pretty sure.
So, at the moment, after he'd gotten dressed, he sprawled out casually in one of the chairs, cueing the ipod projector to a decent playlist while he waited.