Party @ Alpha Phi

[Martha Villiers]

"Thank you! I do so enjoy campus!" she replied to John as he tried to make her feel at home. "It reminds me very much of college and the jolly rags back home!" A few seconds of happy recollection is diverted as Dillon compares alcohol carriage.

Cheerily laughing at all the good natured antics around the place, Martha nods as Dani and Dillon speak. She's eagerly seeking out the reactions and actions of others. Twin tails bob as Martha nods in agreement at Dillon's invite to see what is going on. "Yes, please!" she exclaimed, all wide eyed and eager.

[wibblywobbly]

John chuckles as Max heads off for shots he then turns to reply to Dillon,

"Hey, I'm all in for that! This should be very interesting!"

Martha was right it was very busy, he was unsure if he wanted to go see Max down shots, or see what Emma was up to. Regardless, like he had just said, this should be very interesting indeed.

[OniShadowWolf]

Aodh smiles to the rest and decides to follow to the spectacle. "This outta be interesting at best. Let's go see the fun." He laughs as he takes another swig from the bottle.

Still wondering what all of us are here for.

[Emma French]

Emma heard someone yell 'shots' over the din of music that poured out of the house. Emma frantically began to look around for where the shots were coming from before she realized there was no gun fire. Emma the walked over to the window and looked into the kitchen where a group of kindred and kine were watching as alcohol was being dumpedinto a cooler. Emma rolled her eyes and found a place to sit down on the ground. "Ugg, what an idiot I am." Emma said to herself. She settled back against the house and let the music flow over her as she watched the drunk kids playing in the pool.

[Chris Wooding]

While following everybody inside Chris laughs, he wants to speak to Allison. Though right now she seems a little too occupied to be able to actually receive more attention and reasonably react to it. Now, Chris isn't drunk, yet. So he decides to see if there was someone else to socialize with.

'I see you like parties!' He jokes as he sits down next to Emma French ( Psychangel ).

[Emma French]

Emma was still scanning the yard, peering into the dark watching for something to go wrong when Chris sat down beside her. Feeling no beast Emma tried not to roll her eyes at a drunken frat boy. She gives a brief glance and smile at Chris, "Just waiting to be puked on." She hears the sarcasm in her own voice and tries again, "Actually just taking it all in, was thinking about dancing sometime soon. How about you? Enjoying yourself?" Emma's eyes were a nice calm sea-foam green now that her panic over 'shots' had settled down. She turns her head to actually look at Chris as she awaits a drunk reply, that's when she realizes she has seen this guy before and recognizes him as a kindred. 'Thank goodness' she thought to herself. Her smile brightens a bit now that she knows he isn't just a drunk kid.

[Allison Black]

Allison fills up quite a numbers of red and blue cups with her concoction. With a devilish smile she hands them out. The Chocolate Cake shots are smooth when downed, and have a flavor that is reminiscent of chocolate cake batter.

"Cheers! She shouts, holding up her own shot.

[Chris Wooding]

Chris laughs at the sarcasm, oblivious to the fact that the girl doesn't know he's a vampire. After a cheesy grin he answers her, 'If you're waiting to take all the puke in, then I'm not going to help you with that.'

I mean, I'm not going eat just to puke. Then again, neither am I going to use blood to force myself to puke

He extends his hand. 'I'm Chris Wooding*. And I started to enjoy myself about... 20 seconds ago. I once used to go to these kind of parties a lot. Right now I'm just in the phase of acclimatizing, I think.'

*

Uhm... we haven't met yet, right?

[Dillon Connery]

Dillon, as always, offered Martha his arm as a superior substitute for her cane, then easily leads the procession of the reset of those vampires willing to watch Allison's show into the kitchen. Or at least, to the fringes of it. It's getting a little crowded. Setting the six-pack on a counter behind him to free a hand, Dillon accepts one of the cups the Daeva doles out with more thoughts of social curiosity than camouflage. He stirs the blood appropriately, allowing his stomach to counterfeit life as well as his youthful flesh. "Cheers!"

It's been a long time since he had chocolate cake. And never the batter. His mother's housemaid had done much of the cooking, and she was a stern woman who had flatly refused any requests of spoon-licking.

The cup is still hiding much of Dillon's expressive face when he raises his eyebrows to look over at Francesco, then one climbs a little higher while he holds the pose. "Marvelous," he echoes carefully when the cup is lowered a few seconds later, a friendly smile on his face. "How are ya, Frankie?"