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Let's Have a Party!

Who: Everyone!
What: Throwing a party
Where: Gym carriage
When: Early Evening- early morning, Apple 28

It was three days after the incident with the train and right at two weeks since they'd been allowed to get off this train and roam a new world. Sure somewhere in there, they'd had a brief reprieve involving a new platform and mess of newcomers, but that had hardly counted as a break from the train. So, the point was, they needed a chance to blow off some steam. What better way than organize a party and roll out the last of his ale to share?

He'd recruited Sarai and Maglor to play their harps and/ or sing for music; Ignis, Ash and Evie to make hors d'oeuvres, Dread and Peter to bring in some chairs; and rigged a lamp and some cloth to make a disco ball-like display in the room (which he made Peter to promise not to touch).

Now he just had to get the guests on the dance floor... to harp music? He misses 'regular' music. Sigh.

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Probably literally no one gives a damn these two kids are doing this, but here they are. Doing something really stupid for the sake of figuring out exactly why adults were even into this stuff.

For one thing, it smelled terrible. Like...armpit of Satan terrible. Crawling through the sewers to find a giant wolf creature terrible. She wasn't too sure about this, but Peter tapped his glass with hers and Gwen resigns herself to the fact that yes, this was a thing they were doing.

"Bottoms up," Gwen says, going to take a good sized sip and instantly regretting it. The Ale goes down, Gwen fighting her urge to spit the stuff back out, and she really can't prevent the horrified look on her face.

"Oh, my G..." She can't finish that comment. She's just coughing too much from how gross that is.

"What the hell are adults thinking?!"

Peter makes a face at the liquid in his cup before closing his eyes, wrinkling his nose and taking a nice big gulp, hoping for the sake of his senses that it did not taste like it smelled.

But it does and he pulls the cup away, coughing and trying not to just gag. And Mr Stark actually likes this stuff? Disgusting.

"I have no idea but that's about the worst thing I've ever tasted and Flash shoved my head in a toilet once." He looks at the liquid again. "Uh... maybe it's one of those acquired tastes things?" But does he have the time to acquire the taste?

...

He's not sure what possesses him to do it but he takes another drink-a smaller one this time. It's not any better the second time and he makes another face.

"They're nuts, and we're supposed to look up to them." Gwen just says what all teenagers are thinking, let's be real. She looks into her cup again, thinking along the same lines as Peter and takes another gulp. Her goal, despite the fact that this stuff tastes like crap, is to just get through it. Throw the evidence away. Pretend it never happened.

"God...god, help me. Not ever doing this again. Right?"

"Right? And Mr Stark disapproves of energy drinks." He shakes his head and looks at the liquid disdainfully. He really doesn't want to finish it, but he probably should before they're both caught outside the party drinking when they are very clearly not twenty one. Not that anyone tried to even stop Peter when 'snuck' the two glasses.

"Definitely not." He agrees, shaking the cup a little so the ale swirls inside. He takes a second to take a deep breath and close his eyes again before taking another long drink. Why did he fill these stupid cups so full?

"Energy drinks also taste terrible, but at least we know what we're getting when we try it. I had no idea about this," Gwen states, shaking her own cup for emphasis before drinking more.

It's not as gagworthy, but it's still disgusting.

"Wasn't there apple cider? Can we get that after?" No clue it's also alcoholic. None.

Peter gasps in mock offense because excuse him, he loves energy drinks. "Okay but the Rockstar strawberry lemonade is awesome and I also like the lemon lime redbull-good thing they're both all artificially flavored." Not that it would stop him in the least.

"Well... let's uh... finish this off and get cider? Or is there somewhere we can just dump it with no one noticing?" He glances around but it seems to do that they'll have to go through the gym and he'd rather not. And there's also not some convenient plant to feed it too. "Uh... Guess we have to drink it. Well, here goes nothing."

He prepares himself for the awful tastes and tries to just dump the rest in his mouth-a small bit escaping out the side down his chin.

"The nearest bathrooms are on the other side of the gym, so..." So going back through the gym with their alcohol is a terrible idea. So Gwen follows suit and finishes hers off, coughing a tiny bit more and frowning. This was a bad choice. A very bad choice. She feels mildly off-center, now, but that can't be from what they drank. Right? After one?

That's stupid.

Just...stupid.

"No more of that, please and thank you," she says with a slight groan, holding the glass somewhat away from herself like it's mildly offensive to her and leaning her back on the wall. The train must be going around a curve because she's a bit wobbly. Just a touch and it has nothing to do with the fact that she and Peter essentially just shotgun'd ale. Not even a bit.

So she goes quiet, focusing on sticking to the wall.

"Whoa." Peter lets out as he pulls the glass away and takes a slightly unstable step back. He feels odd. Like the whole room tilted a little and maybe it did because Gwen's leaning against the wall. His cheeks feel a little warmer than usual and things are just a little blurry. He blinks a few times to see if the world want to come back in focus but apparently not.

Awesome.

What is going on here? What was with the tilt?

"Yeah, cider and then... maybe sit down or something?"

It's because of the train. Gwen knows this deep in her soul. Sole? Soles?

Her boots need to go. They suck for sticking, and that's where her soles are. They'll stick a lot better without the boots. So they get removed and flung off to the side and she really doesn't care that this is against party rules or whatever. She wants to stick.

"Cider and sitting." That sounds like a great plan.

"Yeah." Peter agrees with her agreeing to him and starts to move-pausing briefly as the train seems to tilt again like the jackass it is and shakes his head. Cider is in the gym. They just gotta walk to the gym and sit down and then they should feel better.

He turns and grabs Gwen's hand to try and keep himself and her mostly stable. That and he just likes holding her hand.

"Don't tell anyone we did that. It was awful, they don't need to know." He reminds her before starting to lead the way back to the gym.

Forgetting the very weird problem of the train moving ddly, Gwen looks down at their joined hands and grins. She's almost a hair away from saying 'aww' at it, that's the look on her face right now.

"I love holding your hand. Did you know that? It's my f--favorite."

At his request to not tell anyone the stupid thing they did, her expression shifts to wide-eyed seriousness and she shakes her head, one finger going over her lips. "No one. Not a one needs to know cuz there's already us knowing it and that's too much, I think."

...what?

"Yeah, your hand's my favorite one to hold, too." Peter nods, grinning at her, his cheeks maybe a little flushed.

He's glad they're agreed on not telling anyone about their stupid because he really doesn't want a lecture from Mr Stark when the train is being so weird. Besides, it's not like it did anything?

He move into the gym, hand still in hers and then turns to her again. "Remember, don't tell anyone." He reminds her again, his voice maybe slightly above a loud whisper just in case before leading them over to the cider and getting a generous glass for them both.

"This is much better. Cheers?"

"Good. Good to know." She feels way too giddy about what he said, the idiot grin on her face not going away any time soon. She's buzzed, she has no idea she's buzzed. All she knows is she's with the guy she loves, the train is being really weird and she really hopes they're not about to lose gravity again. That was some bullshit.

She wants to sit and wait out the train's ridiculousness, taking the glass of cider with a grin.

"This is a lot better."

There goes a big swallow and she smiles some. "It tastes a lot better than the other crap."

He likes her grin, it's really cute and makes him feel warm inside. That's probably why he feels warm inside. He clinks his glass against hers before taking a long drink of the sweet liquid.

"Like a million times better." Peter agrees before taking another long drink and then refilling the glass. "lets go sit somewhere, the floor feels like it's tilted or something."

"The wall's not tilted," Gwen says carefully, frowning just a bit at how the words feel thicker. Harder to get out. Weird.

"The wall's not tilted." Also, she forgot what she said three seconds later. "Let's sit on the wall."

Because it's not tilted. "But the floor is weird. It might take a bit to get to the wall."

"Yeah, yeah, the wall. Good plan." Peter agrees, looking over at it. Weird, it looks like it got further away somehow.

"uh... I think the walls trying to escape."

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