[center] [hider=Theme for this post -] [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kqy_czC8Fns[/youtube] [/hider] [/center] [center][img]https://i.ibb.co/PG0DzPV/milo-thatch.jpg[/img][/center] [right][hr][sub][color=98AC90][b]Location: Kavi's Fucking House[/b] Interactions: Briefly Kavi Color: 98AC90[/color][/sub][hr][/right] Confusion contorted his face as his phone buzzed, indicating a message. Guy pulled it out and opened it up to see it was from an unknown number. Kavi. How in the light of all that was holy Kavi had gotten his number the young man couldn't know. He read the message and then read it again, and then re-read it just to be sure it said what it really said and was meant to come to him. It seemed a number of people in their class had gotten the same message. Apparently, the almighty Kavi was inviting wee ickle Guy to his fucking party. For a while he flipped and flopped back and forth, hemmed and hawed, attempting to decide whether or not he wanted to go. When a couple of friends, including Archer, had stated their intent on going he decided that he might as well. Live it up while he could, so to speak. It wasn't every day he was going to be invited to some rich kid's house for a party. Kavi would likely be too busy with all of his guests to really pick on him. Though, the guy had been uncharacteristically unantagonistic toward him for the last few days. The day of the party arrived and the young Guy looked through old costumes that he owned, unable to afford anything new or grandiose. He considered a couple of classics - Link, Howl, a mime... Finally, he decided on something he considered to be a bit obscure and would hopefully leave him as more of a background piece. People not knowing what he was, therefore leaving him alone rather than insisting on pictures. He donned the guise of one Milo Thatch of the classic cartoon Atlantis. He drove his beat up, rusted four-door sedan to the location and parked a little bit away in case he had to make a run for it. Kavi had obviously spent some time and money on his decorations. All Guy could think about looking at them was the amount of rent or groceries he could purchase using that same amount of cash. While amazing and grand to look at, ultimately a waste. But here he was, coming to enjoy the show so who was he to talk? He approached the door, only to have some sort of electronic beasts come out roaring at him. He let out a small shriek and just about shit his britches. Stupid. Jerk. Guy rung the doorbell of doom before being allowed entrance to what had been guaranteed to be a wild time. He mostly saw people he hardly knew. He wandered around the edge of chaos until he came to a drink table. Not typically the type to get himself in trouble he figured a Jell-O shot couldn't hurt. Right? [center]---[/center] [center][img]https://kendaljones.files.wordpress.com/2016/09/grease_sandy_put_out_cigarette.gif?w=440&h=183[/img][/center] [right][hr][sub][color=E0633C][b]Location: Kavi's dank ass house Interactions: Kavi Biefly Color: E0633C[/b][/color][/sub][hr][/right] Bea pulled out her flip phone and stared at the text she had received. Who the fuck was Kavi? She thought about it a long while until it dawned on her. Oh yeah. The guy who got his nose broke by that girl at homecoming and then went to jail. Cool. A party sounded killer. After her very confusing conversation with Jordan, she felt having some time to unwind and be a bit crazy would be nice. That boy made her head all stupid and she didn't really want to think about it too much. The young woman enlisted the help of her dads to create the perfect costume. Blonde curly wig, form-fitting black, off the shoulders top, and heels that bumped her height up a couple of inches. They even did her make-up for her. While she wouldn't win any sort of look-a-like contest she certainly did Olivia Newton-John proud at her rendition of Sandy from Grease. The only thing that offset the look was her fanny pack, which was just classic Bea and could not be done without. She decided to take a taxi to the party, not wanting to drive as she intended to get herself good and shit faced. The house looked like a B-Movie supply shop barfed all over it. She thought he should keep the decorations up, they were pretty stellar. She approached the door and the gargoyles did their function. Bea stared blankly at them for a moment before growling back. Nothing else happened. She jabbed at one with a finger and it became apparent that they were not hired goons in suits. Too bad, that would have been the icing on the cake. The doorbell sound was pretty neat and she thought, again, he should keep it year 'round. The door opened, Kavi said some words that Bea couldn't remember and she mumbled something about 'Thanks for hosting, looks awesome, blah blah blah.' As was customary for going to a gathering she brought Kavi a gift as well. A rather large cactus that was about as tall as her forearm and as thick as a football player's thigh. Once the clunky gift was out of her hands, the young woman made a bee-line for the drink table. While there were not a lot of people here, there was still far too much noise and commotion for her liking. Time to dull things. She grabbed a red solo cup and filled it with far more Jack than Coke, but she savored the flavor of it as she watched out for anyone she might know here. She popped out the back way so that she could enjoy a cigarette. It was quieter here, not enough people yet for any shenanigans or a comradery of smokers. She dug one out from her fannypack as she sat on the edge of a deck chair. Drink in one hand, cigarette in the other. It was all that was needed to complete the look of 'Bad Sandy.'