JOJO AND EASTON'S PARTY

[deckitout]

WHO: STUDENTS
WHAT: PARTY
WHEN: WEDNESDAY NIGHT
WHERE: DORM A COMMON AREA AND ROOM A103

Even if you didn't have a snap chat, you found out through SOMEONE that Jojo and Easton were throwing a back to school party. However the two didn't really make any attempts to set anything special up? No food or games or decorations were up. Neither of them were very good at planning. But to their credit they just wanted to hang out with people they hadn't seen for the past few months.

And if things got out of hand well, Easton and Jojo had already ruined their dorm room once why not do it again?

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[necardio]

Tanum spotted Havi through the crowd and waved, yelling "Havi!!" more enthusiastically than was probably socially acceptable. Which, honestly, was normal for Tanum, but this time it was probably bolstered by the beer in his hand. That beer came dangerously close to spilling as Tanum weaved his way through the crowd over to Havi - weaving being the accurate verb, since Tanum was definitely not walking in straight lines even when he could have.

[havoidant]

Havi noticed and then very quickly chose to ignore the beer Tanum nearly sloshed onto the common room's carpet. He wasn't in charge of the floor, especially not this floor, and if Tanum wanted to spill the alcohol he worked so hard to acquire; go right ahead.

He gave his friend a weak wave and an even weaker, "Yo." A pause, then: "Lia's making me hang out."

[necardio]

"Good for Lia, c'mon, come and hang out!" Tanum threw an arm over his friend's shoulders. Normally he wouldn't violate Havi's personal space like that - he'd been punched one too many times - but what the hell, he was more than a little drunk, and that gave you an excuse. "Come talk to people!"

[havoidant]

It was moments like this that reminded Havi he needed to work more on his posture; he hadn't realized he'd been slouching so much until Tanum yanked him even further down. He let out a whine and curled further in on himself, but felt himself rest languidly against his friend.

"You know that's not my thing," he groused, absently nudging him. "... Who're you hanging out with?"