InsaneJournal

Who: Cade and all his guests! And eventually an unfortunate soldier.
What: A not entirely healthy party followed by an even less healthy voyage to the dark side.
When: Starts at 8pm Lawrence-time. Everything comes crashing down a few hours later, around 1am.
Where: Cade’s luxurious, stolen-money funded big house.
Warnings: Given the nature of the party, I would say high PG-13 or even R.

As the sky finally lost its daily battle with the night and darkness crept over Lawrence, things were heating up in an affluent suburban neighborhood near the outskirts of the city. While most people were settling in to late night television, one house in the neighborhood was operating at a capacity that could make some clubs jealous. All the windows in the particularly large house were thrown open, leaving nothing to prevent the blaring, aggressive beats of the music within from pouring out. Anyone coming up the long drive could hear it, even from the end of the drive, and the bass was so heavy that by the time you got up to the house, you’d be able to feel it pounding in your bones. Though the rest of the guests had been told 8pm, it seems that some showed up early, as the house was already on its way to filling up as the faces that were actually familiar to this party’s host began wandering in.

Cade, for his part, was already clearly lost to the pounding beats. Or perhaps it was the cocaine he’d snorted with a few of the ravers he’d invited, or the three shots of Patron and four beers he’d already had. Not that these were things an eighteen year old was supposed to have, but when you could wave your hand and make people think whatever you wanted, fudging a number on an ID was hardly the most difficult trick in the book. At the moment he was dancing on the second floor foyer, but as the song changed from something from Eminem’s most recent album to the Aerosmith/Run DMC version of Walk This Way, he took what he considered an express elevator downstairs so he could be nearby when the important guests actually arrived. The express elevator, in this case, was simply a running start and a huge, Force-cushioned leap from the second floor foyer right down into the Great Room, where the front doors opened into. He’d abandoned his big billowy coat and Mandalorian chestplate in his bedroom earlier, and was simply wearing an unbuttoned black button-down shirt, a pair of leather pants in the same color, and his usual boots. There was already a light sheen of sweat on his forehead and a slight reddening in his cheeks, but whether that was from the dancing or the booze and coke was impossible to tell.

(OOC: Since the majority opinion seems to be thread it, here it is! Feel free to subthread away. I’ll be putting up a thread for Team CADEWTF a little later on tonight.)