fandomhighdorms | 6th Floor Common Room [Sunday evening]

So, okay, it wasn't like Puck was Mr. Party Planner, ever. But Quinn had had a birthday and it wasn't like he was going to let anyone forget that just because some people were graduating or whatever.

So, Sunday eveningish, when he sort of figured most people had gotten rid of their parents or grandmas or whatever they had brought to the island, he'd set up the 6th floor common room for Quinn's party. He hadn't gotten streamers or anything, but he had gotten a banner that read 'HAPPY 17TH QUINN', which he'd hung across one of the walls. There was also a cake, which he hoped she'd like, but he had no idea because it wasn't like Puck was an expert on girl cakes. Or cakes in general, except in the way of knowing when they tasted awesome.

And there was a ball pit, too, which he figured instant entertainment, and plenty of food other than the cake, and a table for presents. Puck was resisting the urge to stand near it, threatening, and imply that he would beat people up if they didn't leave something. He was growing, this way.

[and since I did not realize that this party is in absentia thanks to new arrivals, we shall be handwaving the eventual presence of the delightful Ms. Fabray. :D]

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Because this is a party and that is what you do.

The cake had seventeen pale pink candles on it, though they weren't lit until Quinn showed to blow them out, of course.

Who is possibly not expecting this, and for whom you must wait to ping in.

Leave one. Or deal with the glare.

Or, you know, don't leave one but pretend you did when he wasn't looking!

This post is brought to you by all my icons that have Quinn in them.

And also by my definite AFK-ness starting at 7 EST, though I might be back around 9, possibly!

Nathan was drawn to parties like a moth to a flame and it helped that Quinn was actually someone he liked well enough. So, after drinking mead and eating food, he wandered into the common room, prepared for a birthday party.

Yeah, Jake wasn't going to miss this. Not when there was cake and a ball pit. Okay, and because Quinn was cool.

And look, he was going to eye that ball pit and wonder when would be an appropriate time to just take a dive in. Anyone making jokes about puppies and balls was getting a ball thrown at their head, yes.

Puck had gotten Quinn a couple things. The first, wrapped in a larger box (http://www.dancecheer.net/spiritmall/product.php?productid=16484&cat=310&page=1), had an untidily written note attached. So you can practice for next year.

The smaller (http://shop.nordstrom.com/s/lauren-by-ralph-lauren-nassau-cluster-pendant-necklace/3152526?id=11928522&largeImg=0&tn=largerview_popup&tname=product) box didn't have a note, though he did sign his name on the little card that went with it. He was just kind of hoping she liked it, honestly.

And Puck had just been waiting for someone to enter, so he could throw one of the balls from the ball pit at them.

It was just coincidence that he didn't know Nathan. Oh, well. Introductions were overrated.

Two parties in one day? Count Ariel in, especially when one of them was a birthday party for a friend! She'd hate to miss Quinn's birthday, party or not.

"It's really fun," Puck offered, when he noticed Jake eyeing the ball pit. "Even if I'm pretty sure there's some rule about size when it comes to those things, in most places. I went in. I'm sure you can too."

Even if Jake did have a solid six inches on Puck, musculature aside.

"Dude, Ariel, I need a girl opinion," Puck said, zoning right on on her as soon as he spotted her.

"Fuck, man, you could have put my eye out!" Nathan wasn't serious, of course, but having balls thrown at him was supposed to be a line he said to girls to make them laugh.

First there was a huge gathering with as much mead as a vampire could drink and now there was cake! It was an epic day for Quinn to have a birthday, for sure.

Caroline was only a little tipsy on mead when she arrived, but that just meant she would have no problem smiling at everything that was going on. She was determined to be happy tonight. Determined.

Jake laughed and nodded his head. "I can't remember the last time I actually went in one of these. I didn't know we had one up here." Or he'd come here sooner.

Caroline had done her very best to smuggle a gorgeous bottle of mead out of the party this afternoon. And then she'd wrapped it beautifully in glittery pink paper and ribbons fit for the occasion.

Nathan's gift was wrapped rather badly but what was inside (http://www.amazon.com/Leonidas-Belgian-Chocolates-General-Assortment/dp/B0001ZZIEC/ref=sr_1_14?ie=UTF8&qid=1304278919&sr=8-14) would probably prove better. He also added a small plush (http://www.amazon.com/Shannon-OShamrock-Plush-Irish-Bearington/dp/B000KK6LU8/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&qid=1304279055&sr=8-4) gift which would give away who it was from, he hoped.

Bruce arrived for what would probably be his last party before leaving for the summer. At least he was going out on a birthday party for a friend. That was enough to get him to put on a smile and make his way up to the sixth floor.

Considering the slightly awkward past he and Quinn had - and his usual habit of not taking the time to figure out what appropriate gifts would be - Bruce figured he was best going with his old default.

He put an envelope with a celebratory amount of cash on the table.

"Well, then, good thing I'm a girl, and I always have an opinion," Ariel said with a grin, and then a curious tilt of her head. "What's up, Puck?"

Edited 2011-05-01 19:50 (UTC)

Alexander wouldn't be much of a gentleman at all if he missed Quinn's birthday, so it was a good thing that he would attend such an event happily. There had been a lot going on, but this was the sort of social event that he didn't feel obligated toward finery, so he was quite content.

"Nah, it's too big," Puck decided. "And not pointy. Unless your eyes are really sensitive. Then you should probably wear goggles, dude."

"Totally honest, here, dude, but that ball pit is more for me than Quinn," he admitted. "She probably would have wanted one without it if I'd asked her but whatever, totally one of the perks of planning the surprise party."

"Tell me if the cake sucks," he said, pointing over at it. "I tried to get one that looked all classy and girly and stuff, but not like, for a five year-old. If I did a crappy job I can go get a different one before she gets here, though!"

"You're Puck then, huh?" Jake guessed and he was snorting. "I think you should try throwing her in. Maybe next time she will ask for one."

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6th Floor Common Room [Sunday evening]

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Cake! And other food, but especially cake!

Talk to the birthday girl!

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