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Blake, who was currently busy staggering through the crowded living room in search of his girlfriend, looked over to Tom distractedly, his head tilted forwards off-balance and his body standing bowlegged before Tom. Despite having an extra inch or so on Tom, he was hunched forwards a bit, giving him the look of somebody who was about to puke and fall over. He listened with a dumb, drunken smile on his face as Tom complimented his party. His smile persisted as he spoke in response. [color=CC5500]"Thanks, bud! It's the Fourth of fuckin' July, so duuuuh, my party's gonna be awesome! America!"[/color] After giving a patriotic holler (Blake was normally not this patriotic, but he was normally not this drunk), Blake listened with a blank expression on his face as Tom described a 'situation' in the upstairs bedroom. [color=CC5500]"Oh, well, remind me to throw out this sheets tomorrow,"[/color] he said with an absent wave of his hand, forgetting the fact that Tom was likely not going to [i]be[/i] there tomorrow. He listened to Tom speak. [color=CC5500]"Oh, Angie? No, I definitely saw her around...she was looking disappointed at me. For some dumb reason, this party is [i]great![/i] I'll look for her after I fuck up Freeze Girl and Quartzo or whatever the hell their names are...I LOVE YOU ANGIE!"[/color] Blake added at the top of his lungs, earning a couple "awws" from a few party patrons. Blake staggered across the room, pushing past a few drunk people as he made his way through the hallway. He soon reached the hallway that led to the stairwell (which in turn led to the room that Quartz Girl and Freezo were pulling a one-night stand), and staggered inside. He noticed, right next to the thermostat, was what appeared to be a small metal bug with an orange core sitting next to it, but Blake paid it no mind as he kept going. Probably some kind of thermostat enhancer or something that his dad had put in. Nothing to worry about. There were more pressing concerns on his drunken mind. Like those fucking (fucking) heroes in his dad's bedroom!

After very rudely and very angrily barging in on the superhero couple and telling them something to the effect of [color=CC5500]"quit spooning in my parent's bed"[/color] (albeit with a lot more anger and oomph in his words), Blake stumbled back over to the staircase, slowly and very, very precariously making his way back down to the scene of the party. He thought he had heard noises in one of the other bedrooms, but then again, he had thought just an hour ago that there was a giant bear coming to eat them, when it truth it was just Crazy Horse's Jeep pulling onto the lawn. He shrugged off the potential sounds as he went back to the scene of the party, moving drunkenly to the music as he looked around for Angie. As he continued his search again, he noticed that there were some other culprits missing. Patricia, Eliza, they had vanished as well. Along with...

[color=CC5500]"Who the hell are you?"[/color] Blake made his way over to Alpha, the man standing by the doorway, a mix of suspicion, welcoming, and total drunkenness in his eyes. He definitely smelled like alcohol, and his clothes- a gray t-shirt with an American flag in the center and a pair of khakis along with sandals- had a few beer stains on them. He grinned dumbly. [color=CC5500]"I don't think we've met before? Blake von Brandt. This is my place...my dad's place, but he let me borrow it,"[/color] Blake explained, not exactly truthfully, as he went over to K9. [color=CC5500]"Nice to meetcha. You want a beer?"[/color] he asked, holding up a cold can of a high-alcohol beer he had nearby.

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As Grace slowly and responsibly drank her cocktail, she noticed a familiar face make his way over to her location in the lonesome poolside corner. Rumi. Grace gave Rumi a welcoming smile as he made his way over to her. While he was holding a beer in his hands, Grace could instantly assume that he was not drunk. For one, because he didn't look drunk, and the way he walked didn't seem influenced by alcohol at all. And secondly, because Grace had a hunch someone with Rumi's brain would not mesh well with teeming amounts of alcohol. She nodded as he spoke about her quiet, sarcastic comment. [color=DarkOrchid]"Believe me, I don't like them either. I'm certainly not joining their fanclub...but I'm sure that they're not wandering around, yelling like drunk idiots or anything."[/color] She sighed. [color=DarkOrchid]"Not that I haven't had some own negative experiences with alcohol in the past...but this is extreme. I can't even stay in the living room, that's how badly it reeks of beer."[/color] She scrunched up her face in disgust at the thought. [color=DarkOrchid]"Some of these heroes really have no bounds or self-respect. I went to the bathroom once and it smelled like marijuana."[/color] She sighed again, clearly exasperated by this whole ordeal. As she finished off her drink before looking up, she came face-to-face with Tom. 

[color=SteelBlue]"Hiii, Grace! And Rumi... Grace, I like your..."[/color] He looked like he was about to say "dress" but quickly corrected himself. [color=SteelBlue]"Shirt... Yeah. Your shirt."[/color]

Grace shook her head, putting her glass down on a wood railing. [color=DarkOrchid]"I can't believe it. Even [i]you,[/i] getting drunk. I can't believe you're turning into one of these idiots. Or maybe you were already [i]were[/i] one,"[/color] she affronted, before quickly softening in tone [color=DarkOrchid]"Sorry...I didn't mean that,"[/color] she said quietly as she played with her shirt. She was wearing a thin sky blue lace top that looked quite new. [color=DarkOrchid]"I just...I never see you drunk. It's a bit strange,"[/color] she said apologetically. Fumbling for a dignified response, she then suggested, [color=DarkOrchid]"Do either of you want to go in the pool? Scratch that, it's too late, and you're drunk, Tom..."[/color] Grace sighed once more, shaking her head. [color=DarkOrchid]"Why don't you go take a lie-down, maybe sleep it off? I'm not really a fan of talking to drunk guys...it's weird,"[/color] she explained, before looking back at Rumi, trying to search for some sort of unrelated small talk desperately. [color=DarkOrchid]"So I've been doing graduate stuff at UCNA...you ever seen their labs? Really impressive stuff. State-of-the-art equipment there, all brand new. Not the same as [i]your[/i] lab, obviously...your place is the best."[/color] She smiled fondly at the memory as she leaned against Rumi, looking up at the night sky. 

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Meanwhile, at Club 27, there was another party going on, but this party was a lot less like a rager and much closer to a formal get-together. A live band, the pop group OneDemocracy, was currently giving an acoustic performance of some of their new songs in the main room of the club as people moved in and out. The Wings of Law were currently mingling with some other top-tier media go-getters such as Captain Fireworks, Ghost Woman, and of course, the great Starbright, and many other celebrities had also arrived, such as well-known actors, musicians, journalists, pundits, athletes, activists, and even politicians, all of whom were currently moving about the main hall, sampling from a buffet table full of exquisite, exotic olives with gold toothpicks along with a cheese and chocolate fondue fountain, with a bar full of all sorts of drinks in the corner. At the center of the room were the three main Wings of Law. Sea Serpent was currently chatting it up with Bryan Colby, a first-baseman for the Castleburg Knights baseball team that, with his ginger, spiny hair, looked awfully like Blake. Mr. Impressive, meanwhile, was currently smooth-talking two much younger models, his arms wrapped around their waists as they giggled at his horrendous pick-up lines. Seraph, meanwhile, was talking to an older man with gray hair, a bushy mustache, and a suit, in a non-romantic way. This man was Nelson A. Thurman, a Castleburg-based Republican representative and Louisiana native. 

As Nelson prattled on about the importance of small government and small businesses, Seraph held back a yawn. [color=#FFFF66]"Truly incredible work, Mr. Thurman. Nothing I admire more than trickle-down economics. But please excuse me, I have a personal matter that I need to attend to quickly."[/color] Thurman, mid-speech about the Reagan administration, nodded and went back to his brandy as Seraph made his way through the main hall, giving a few waves and polite greetings before heading through a frosted glass door into a narrow corridor. The corridor led to a bookcase covered in old texts along with a golden skull. Seraph stared into the eye sockets of the skull, which glowed red before causing the bookshelf to sweep aside, allowing Seraph to descend into a hidden staircase that led to a large underground lair.

The underground lair, just as posh as the club above it, with cool crystal floors and golden features, led to a set of silver, diamond-encrusted furniture that sat before a massive cinema-size screen. Seraph took a seat in a custom armchair, his wings folding up neatly behind him. [color=#FFFF66]"Wire Man, the plot?"[/color]

A man whose body was quite literally all wires (as in, he was literally a walking jumble of wires that was in a vaguely human shape) moved over. "Perfectly. I planted the bug in the von Brandt residence at exactly 6:40 PM. Undetected, as you said it would be. It does seem they are too inebriated to even recognize it."

Seraph put his fingers together in his lap. [color=FFFF66]"Perfect. Absolutely perfect. The bug's progress?"[/color]

"Currently en route towards the central air unit, where it can then release the pre-prepared benzodiazepine concoction throughout the entire house."

[color=FFFF66]"Wonderful. And the arrangements for the lovely heroes afterwards?"[/color]

"Already set."

Seraph chuckled, the overtones of a mastermind coming through as he laughed. [color=FFFF66]"Fantastic. Oh, I love it when a master plan comes together. Reminds me of my younger times. Now, next order of business, getting rid of this Republican stooge. He reeks of big oil. I want him out."[/color]

"Got it. I'll hang up a rainbow flag."

[color=FFFF66]"Perfect. Get on it, pronto."[/color]

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