(too late) you're at the party

[scouserer]

[Well, it's safe to say that trial fucking sucked. Therefore, some sort of afterparty is in order. Constantine is admittedly not good at throwing parties without some sort of liquor or other drug involved, but that's where Data and Sylvando guide him.

First order of business--invites. Upon returning to your rooms, crumpled pieces of paper have been taped to the doors. Written in poor handwriting is the following:]

meet at the lounge
bring whatever you want
[Simple, but effective. The lounge itself has been livened up a bit with Sylvando's help. Some nicely patterned fabric has been draped around on the tables to liven up the place a little, and snacks from the café and vending machines have been placed out for people to peruse.

A few supplies from the first aid room have been gathered, as well, for those who may need it. But perhaps the help is unnecessary, as tomorrow will likely bring another New Years Eve. And with it, another week of despair and frustration.

But for now, they can forget about that and pretend that all that matters is the present.]

Comments

[hellahighwater]

What can I say? I've got range. [ Chloe doesn't look up from her work, but she does nod. ] Ain't my gallery. Go 'head.

[ It may be a little hard for him to tell, considering aforementioned stabbing...but the detailed picture has the same face as the one she was ripping to shreds, before. Just a bit older. ]

[scouserer]

[He pulls up a chair and sits down. Hope you like the smell of tobacco, Chloe. Constantine definitely eyes the picture, unsure of how to approach the topic.]

This one definitely looks like you spent more time on it.

[Idly, he grabs a pen and starts doodling on a scrap of paper. Nothing concrete--just random spirals and shapes.]

Take it that you remembered what the Captain took.

[hellahighwater]

[ Tobacco? Oh that's nothing for her, she's fine with it. The subject matter, however...

The grip on her pencil tightens. ]

I'm gonna skin that fucking asshole alive until he cries for his mommy.

[ ...Yeah! ]

I never... I never wanna think those things about her again.

[scouserer]

[Yeah! Violence!]

Mmmm.

[Constantine falls quiet for a moment, resting his chin against his hand.]

You want someone to listen, or you just want a distraction right now?

[It's just...you know. It seems like the right thing to do, punk-to-punk.]

[hellahighwater]

I would swallow a whole pint of hot sauce for a distraction right now.

[scouserer]

[He almost seems relieved when Chloe picks the latter choice--really, he's extremely ill-equipped to deal with anyone else's emotions right now, much less his own.]

That I can do.

[A shit-eating grin spreads across his face.]

This whole place is gonna get reset come midnight, right? I say we wreak a little havoc in the halls. Graffiti, arson, destruction of property--so on and so forth. Give the Captain a piece of our minds. S'all gonna go back to normal, anyways, so may as well get the most of it while we can. What say you?

[hellahighwater]

[ Who the FUCK can deal with emotions!!! Chloe's not really keen on spilling her guts to an older guy anyway, no matter how cool Constantine is. ]

...I trashed that other room, the...music videos and all that, Tuesday. [ A little smirk. ] It was fine next day, so, it's not like we'd be giving anyone else trouble.

[ Chloe is here for destroying the Captain's precious ship, basically. ]

Let's burn this baby down.

[scouserer]

[Hey, what does he look like, her dad? He doesn't have any good advice to give, regardless of the situation.

Anyways, he gives her an okay sign, his expression all the more devilish.]

Right. I've got a bunch of matches, some maces, a couple of knives, and...that's all I can think of. Pretty good start, if I'm bein' honest. First aid room probably has rubbing alcohol.

Where first, then? Vending machine room? Top deck? [A beat.] The party zone?

[hellahighwater]

Fuck, I hate the fucking party zone so much, let's torch it.

[ This is a wonderful idea that can never go wrong. ]