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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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He really hadn't meant to get this bad. He was only wanting to taste the ale and after that was awful, thought he'd drink the cider. Cider he had no idea had a little more in it. Peter closes his eyes a moment to try and get the room to stop spinning and then looks over at Tony.

Realization dawns a bit slowly before he half hops back.

"Oh Shit, Mis'er Stark!" He yelps, his eyes a bit wide. "You weren' upposed ta know 'M drunk!"

Tony startles just a bit at Peter's abrupt reaction to who he was talking to. Tony rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

"I don't think I can help you there, kid. I can't unknow what I know unless I drink a shit ton more ale than I'm planning. And don't say shit. You're still a kid." He didn't really care, but it was fun to harass the young man- especially now that he was drunk. Who would've thought?

Knowing Peter's luck though... maybe he should get a bucket over here.

Tony's saying words but Peter's not really paying enough attention to know what they are. There's an alarm in his head telling him this is the thing he wanted to avoid and then he went and just sat down next to Tony because the room was spinning too much. Whoops. He hurriedly jumps to his feet.

"I-I gotta go 'afore-whoa." Jumping to him feet might have been a bad idea because there's a very sudden rush to his head and his stomach twists uncomfortably before- "Oh God."

Is all the warning he can get out before all the ale and cider he's consumed tonight is being spilled out his mouth and all over the floor.

Oh god no! No! He knew that look. Tony managed to jump out of his chair and put just enough distance between him adn the young man before the 'cannon fired'. He groans and sets down his drink. Coming closer, he whaps Peter lightly in the back of the head. "Stop doing that, you imbucile!" Seriously, wasn't sixteen old enough to know when you're going to throw up?

He was going to murder this kid. It was only a matter of when it happens.

Sigh. He couldn't exactly make Peter clean this up with him drunk off his ass like this. "Go to your room and if I catch you outside of it, I'm going to boil you alive in lavender oil."

He went to find some cleaning supplies.

Usually, but not when he's drunk for the first time and it really just came on really suddenly. He'd be more upset about what's just happen but he's still a little confused as to what just happened.

"Ugh." He lets out right before smacks the back of his head. "shorry, mis'er Star' you weren'uppose ta-oh god." He at least tries to cover his mouth before the next wave. This is awful, how did this happen, he only had the one glass? He thinks?

"I don'-uh-Imma sit down..." he decides instead.

Tony's jaw tightened in frustration. Not only was Peter visibly disobeying him, he was acting like that might not be the only mess he makes- which was way, way worse. He wanted to shake the boy he was so mad, but obviously that wouldn't be good either.

"Stay here and don't move. You throw up again there will be serious consequences!" He didn't know what those were, but hopefully it'd keep Peter from doing it again. He left and found a trash can to bring back to Peter. He shoved it in his hands before sopping up the mess with towels. "You're going to be doing everyone's laundry for a week for this!"

It was gross, but it wasn't as gross as getting sick usually tastes. Still pretty bad though considering his super strong senses. He leans back in the seat and takes a breath, only barely taking in what Tony's saying to him. Something about don't move and consequences and laundry.

"Yeah, yeah Mis'er S. I'll... stay." He weakly flops his arm, trying to not think about how much the room felt like it was spinning or tilted. Or whatever it felt like. God it sucked. He really doesn't want to get sick again but if the room doesn't stabilize-nope.

He covers his mouth again but that just seems to make the mess worse as it spills down his hands and polo. Ugh. So-so gross. Where'd Mr Stark go?

"Never drinking again. I don' feel good." He lets out just as the trash can is shoved at him just in time.

Tony scowls when he comes back and Peter obviously didn't fulfill his order to not throw up again. Peter needed to be thrown in a shower at this rate.

"That feeling? That's your brain cells trying to fathom how stupid you are for drinking that much."

He looks around, hoping maybe Charlotte might be able to- nope. That spider is drunk too. Damn. "Just stay put till you can get to your room without making another mess."

Peter whines, the more alcohol that comes out of his system the more aware he becomes though not by too much. He leans back in the chair again, eyes closed and swallows what might have been another bout. He's not sure.

"But I didn'-I mean I just-I was jus' bored an-" He swallows again. "an like th' adults are like super down on the uh ale so-oh my god, make the room stop spinning!" He half whines, half cries because he's super over this feeling.

"It was just the one glass-I swear." Followed by several of the cider because neither he or Gwen realized exactly what all was in there. Just that it tasted really good and sweet.

"Will you shut up!" Tony snaps, giving Peter a look that might kill lesser species. "One more word, and you're licking this up. The only reason you're still in this room is I don't want to actually touch you. You're covered in gross shit like an oversized baby."

He dumped a few towels directly into the larger trash can they were using for party garbage.

Peter stops whatever other rambling he was about to do and swallows thickly. Tony's words register a little slowly and he starts to look a little green before a little more bile gets coughed up into that trashcan he was given.

He's covered in gross shit and he feels gross. He wants all this to just be over because it sucks, it sucks so much and Tony won't even let him try to explain. Not that he's having an awesome time with coherency right now.

Instead he just whines some more, head dipped over the trash can.

It took way longer than he would have liked to get that mess cleaned up and some cleaner in the air to cover up the smell- not something Peter was allergic to, of course. Delicate little rose he was.

He left the party for a while before coming back with one of his red hoodies. "Alright, how are we feeling- just hold up fingers, you're not opening the mouth again. One to five, five being you're about to vomit and one being you can go back to your room on your own. Where are you?"

When Peter doesn't feel like he might be sick again, he leans back again, breathing steadily through his nose and keeping his eyes shut. He doesn't really even notice Tony's gone with how much he's focusing on not getting sick again. What has he done to himself?

He starts to open his mouth to say that he still feels terrible but stop and just takes in another deep breath before holding up three fingers. Though he might be being a little generous with that. If he moves he's pretty sure he's gonna vomit again.

"It's so bright..." He whines through tight lips.

Tony sighs. He wishes he could toss the kid out in the yard and spray him with a garden hose. "You just can't help yourself, can you?"

He shakes his head. "Fine, then can you- very carefully- take that shirt off. I have something else for you but I'm not putting it on over that mess."

Peter starts to try and pull the polo off but stops and then shakes his head-big mistake. More bile makes its way up.

"No. No. I can't-Mr Stark you know I can't do that. There's people. Oh god not again-please!"

Tony makes an actual growl sound. "Are you trying to be the most annoying piss ant alive or is this just coming naturally?" He'd kind of hoped Peter would be too out of it to make a big deal about this. Of course, he couldn't. He was Peter Piss-On-Your-Parade Parker. Why would he make taking care of his stupidity easier?

"I'm done. You figure out when you can move and get to your shower and clean up. If I even see you outside of that room tomorrow I will make you clean all the toilets in this train with your toothbrush. Got it?"

Peter's eyes widen and he leans away from Tony. Part of him is still freaking out inside. There's so many people but he's covered in gross and it's not ideal. And he's in trouble. He's in big trouble. Possibly more trouble than he was back on the summit and maybe, slightly worse than the ferry incident-although that had been, really, really bad.

He swallows, looking Tony directly in the eyes before offering a small nod. "G-Got it."

His voice is a bit shaky and uncertain. However, Tony Stark is still Tony Stark and even though Peter's in really, really big trouble, he's sure Tony still wouldn't let anything happen to him. He swallows again before going to pull his polo off, and really, really wishing he'd worn one of his shirts underneath.

He was so angry at the kid. It was just too obnoxious for words that Peter had done this stunt in middle of his party. He wanted to wring the little jerk's neck.

But he also reaches out and touches the young man's shoulder- a spot not covered in gross- and shook his head. "You don't have to do that. Just stay here, get yourself together a bit and get to your room." And Peter could still have Tony's hoodie for the night if he'd like.

Peter stops, his hands letting go of the hoodie as he just sigh in relief and misery all at once before nodding his head. His hands still have traces of gross on them and he makes a face.

"I-I'm really sorry, I didn't-I shouldn't have-oh god, why are the lights so bright?" He tries to cover his eyes without actually touching his face.

"I uh... I think I'm okay to go to bed."

"Yeah. Get out of here." He steps back so Peter can leave. And just before the kid is too far, away, he says his name again. "Peter. Don't make me start lowering my expectations of you."

At least of his ability to make good decisions. At that, he goes to wash his hands again and return to his party.

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