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Turn All The Lights On

Who: Elle and any other teens who want to join!
What: The adults are busy partying, so who's going to stop the teens from doing the same?
Where:Rivendell
When: The fourth night in Rivendell
Warnings/Notes: Underage drinking, recreational alcohol use, teens acting rowdy

Elle walks into Dan's party, hangs around for a little bit, then walks back out. To say that it's not really her scene is an understatement. While she's doing her awkward wallflower act, she does notice a few of the other teens get escorted out of the area. Which gives her an idea...

Most of the adults are here and they've already taken care of getting booze... who's to stop her from throwing her own party?

The first thing she does is go to Caroline, who seems to be scarily good at organizing things. Together (while roping in any of the other kids they find along the way) they find a suitable place, set up the area, ask Bumblebee to DJ, and acquire booze & snacks. After that, it's just a matter of tracking everyone else down and letting them know.

I. Bring the booze

Elle managed to smuggle a couple of crates of booze from the other party, so they're all set up drink-wise. She will be keeping an eye on the alcohol to make sure that the younger kids don't have too much.

II. I ain't got nothin' to lose

Strip poker, why not? Elle isn't quite sure how it got started, if it was one of them or one of the teen Elves that got invited, but someone started taking clothes off when they lost a hand and it's all just devolving from there.

III. Put your hands up if you're going hard

Dancing, obviously. They actually have someone blasting music, so it would be shameful if they didn't dance. The teens and the Elves are teaching each other moves, and there is definitely a dance circle at one point.

IV. This must be her song

Karaoke? Karaoke. Who cares if you're any good, it's time to belt whatever song you think you can do best (or get people to sing along with so they can't hear you). There's no microphone and Bumblebee only knows songs from the 80s and earlier, but it's still a damn good time.

OTHER

Anything people feel like doing, go for it!

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I. [ Tommy arrived with two bottle of elven wine, because Dan Sagittarius is an idiot. He's keeping them, and while he'll gladly pour a glass from them if anyone wants some, he is drinking directly from the bottles. This is both because he can, and because the elves are shifty as fuck - nobody is that polite and constrained all the time. It's weird, all right? They're creepy. It's a good idea to watch your drink at a party no matter where you are. He's pretty content to just chill and chat and drink - increasingly more so as the night goes on, because the wine's got him feeling all warm and loose. ]

II. [ He heard someone shout "strip poker" and immediately headed over to the table. Tommy slams his bottle on the table, spins a chair backwards, and drops into it. ]

I'm in. I've got lots of clothes and no shame.

[ And a reason to make sure this party gets every bit as wild as anything the old folks home can manage. ]

OTHER. [ It's late. The first bottle of wine is long gone, and the second bottle nearly so, albeit with help. Tommy hasn't had to stand up in awhile, but, now that he has, everything immediately starts tilting. He's been getting louder and more talkative, anyone listening would've noticed the slur in his voice, but to him it's like he stood up at the speed of light. The edges of his vision are spinning, and his stomach doesn't feel so hot. But, on the whole, Tommy feels great as he staggers two feet to the left. ]

Whoo!

[Elle's been flitting around the party, making sure nobody needs anything, and thinks it's about time she settles and starts having fun herself. When she sees Tommy boisterously join a game of strip poker, she's had jsut enough to drink to think it's a great idea.

She grabs a drink and takes the empty seat next to him.]

Deal me in. I've only ever played sober and I wanna see how I do.

[She flashes Tommy a friendly grin.]

You got it.

[ Tommy doesn’t call her cutie or girl, nor does he do any obvious, head-to-toe glance over, but he meets her eyes and holds them with a wide, appreciative smile that scrunches his own green eyes. It’s clearly that she is more than welcome to join, and he’s thrilled by the company. ]

What do you think? Five card stud, aces and deuces wild? I want dramatic reveals and plot twists with my partial nudity.

[Elle does give Tommy a glance over because she knows how to play this game. (Is the game poker or flirting? Yes.)]

Seven card stud, follow the queen.

[There's a hint of a tease in her voice.]

[ Definitely yes, please. Maybe he got kicked out of the other party, but this party is looking up. ]

Anywhere you want, your majesty.

[ Tommy snags the deck and starts shuffling the cards. ]

So, what are we using as chips, or are we just going with loser loses one piece of clothing, last one to their undies wins?

[Elle winks and watches his hands carefully for any funny business. If he's going to cheat, that gives her free reign to do the same.]

Loser strips at the end of the round, but they have to say what they're betting at the ante. They can bet more in the intervals if they're feeling confident.

[Is she making this needlessly complicated? Absolutely. That's half of the fun.

She leans her elbows on the table and props up her head with her hands. The angle gives Tommy just a hint of skin past her dress's neckline. It's absolutely a tease.]

Feeling lucky?

[ No funny business here. He can shuffle with a nice bridge, but he’s not a shark and, like, he has his pride when it comes to stuff like this. Besides, where’s the fun if they don’t all lose a little? ]

Sounds about right to me. We going head to head, or does anybody else want in on this?

[ Tommy doesn’t necessarily want to share her attention because, wow. He may be out of his league here.

Nah. ]

Feel nothing. I am lucky.

Did I hear the word 'strip'?

[On the one hand, one of them is a dude.]

[On the other hand, he's at least not a bad looking dude so like, no big, right? And Elle's definitely kinda hot.]

[Kon hops into a chair.]

Deal me in. What are we playing?

[Elle is delighted when Kon sits down.]

I take it back, better make it five card stud, follow the queen.

[She gives Kon and Tommy significant looks at the word 'stud'.

And Elle is hot. She's well-aware of that fact and has used it to her advantage many times. She knows she looks stunning in the white dress she's wearing. She's using all of this to her advantage.]

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[ The table was a hard 9, with Tommy and Elle there, but he thinks the new addition just broke the meter.

Eye candy heaven. ]

I think lucky’s my new superpower.

[ Tommy gives Kon a wide grin. Hell yeah, Agent Beefcake is welcome to play. ]

Strip poker, Elle’s choice of games. She keeps materializing studs though. If we don’t start soon, we’re gonna be playing three card monte instead.

[Kon grins and flashes him a wink because flattery is flattery and yes it'll get you everywhere. Some people look awkward when they wink but Kon is not one of them. Kon is an accomplished winker who's gained a lot of experience making fangirls titter.]

[If fame is good for anything it's allowing you to figure out how handle positive attention gracefully.]

Eeexcellent. I assumed right then.

I hope you guys have more layers than it looks. [A pause.] Or...not. Actually.

I thought monty was the point?

[That was a good wink. She drums her fingers against the table.]

Only one way to find out.

Ooh, down girl. He’s not going anywhere.

[ He heard strip arrived. Kon’s into someone at the table, at least enough to want to see clothes come off, which is enough to get this party started. ]

We better start playing before she throws her skirt over you like a kidnap sack.

[ Tommy starts to deal, burning the first card and dealing one face down, one face up. ]

First bets or you back out, then another card and you can raise. Last two cards together and no more face down cards.

[She turns back to Tommy. Someone's feeling left out, apparently.]

Don't worry, Tommy, I'm eager to kick both of your asses.

[She smiles like, well, like the cat that got the cream.]

I'll bet... shoes.

[Let's keep it classy to start with.]

Oh ho both shoes, okay. I see we're not holding back here.

[Sometimes with strip poker, people do each individual piece of clothing, to drag it out, rather than pairs. The more articles per turn, the quicker the stripping.]

I'll call that, with my...whatever this thing is.

[He tugs on the vest-like garment over his flowy shirt.]

I think it's a jerkin?

[A pause. He turns to Tommy.]

And a pre-emptive hush on the really obvious joke with "jerkin." You seem the type to go for the low-hanging fruit.

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[ Tommy is demure. Refined.]

Please, I don’t bother with low-hanging fruit. Fruit should be perky. Don’t trust low-hanging melons and berries. They’re probably squishy, and you don’t want that in your mouth.

[ Genteel like a Newark suburb. ]

I’ll bet my overshirt, too.

[ His is more of shirt, closed with toggles, and tied on sleeves. There’s a linen shirt underneath, visible at the shoulders and collar, so he shouldn’t get too cold if he loses. ]

We’re going to have to keep you dressed, Elle. He’s worried I’ll say I’ll get my jerkin off.

[Elle puts an elbow on the table and rests her head in her palm.]

You boys can have all the fruit to yourself, low-hanging or otherwise. I'm a carnivore.

[She flashes a smile that shows off a set of inhumanly long and sharp incisors.]

Kon should worry about his own jerkin before anyone else's. I bet my top layer.

[The top layer of her ensemble clasps at the front, has loose hanging sleeves, and a decorative lace trim. It lays over a more fitted white dress that can be seen where the top tunic separates, almost like a coat.]

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[Elle wins the round with a very good hand.]

Oooof. Kitty's definitely got claws. Brutal.

[Kon unbuttons his jerkin but does it slowly, humming an old-timey stripper song, like from back when they had fan dances and live bands.]

Ya tat tatata~

[He bounces in his seat to the beat and then slips it off and swings it in a twirl over his head when he's done, throwing it to the floor next to his chair.]

[There's a reason the jerkin is necessary because even as far down as just the lightly flowy shirt, there's plenty of muscle definition and a mostly unlaced deep V-neck. Kon figured he should got for a bit more modesty with another layer.]

[This feels...good. Especially doing it in a casual way, in public. He's unable to articulate why because it'd involve digging heavily into feelings left untouched and unexamined for years. Something about this being on his own terms, where he also gets to scope out some other hotties.]

[...Another hotty. Singular. (Singular, right?)]

[He turns to Tommy.]

Your turn, dude. Start showing us the goods.

Are we allowed to call you Kitty?

[ He probably would call her Kitty to wind her up, but this lets him pull both of their pigtails. The aside is the only thing that he says before Kon pulls the shirt off with the cheesiest swing over his head. Like a Chad at a frat party pulling off his “good” t-shirt before taking his turn on the beer bong.

He’s almost ready to bump Kon down to a nine, but shit, the shirt is working overtime. Regardless of how much skin was previously shown, he looks like a movie poster. ]

I’m not singing.

[ While less over-the-top, Tommy’s does get a little Gypsy Rose Lee with his. He has to untie the sleeves from the body of the shirt, which he does while playfully making eyes at each of them in turn, and then slowly pulling each down.

He stands up to shed the rest of the shirt, “accidentally” pulling up the linen shirt beneath to show a few inches of abs as he does ‘cause of the goods comment. Nobody plays this game if they don’t want to get flirty. It’s fun. ]

Next round I’m betting my belt.

[ Given the size and shape of the trousers, it’s actually a risky bet. ]

[Elle lets her pupils turn to slits and her fangs extend further.]

Try it and find out, Running Man.

[She claps and wolf-whistles as Kon puts on his show, boos when Tommy says he isn't singing, and does a dramatic swoon when they get that extra glimpse of skin. She is absolutely hamming it up and having the time of her life doing it.]

Someone's trying to skip the foreplay.

[She raises her eyebrows and sticks her tongue between her teeth.]

My shuffle, Kon's bet.

[She grabs the cards and shuffles the cards one-handed. What? She's had a lot of sleepless nights with nothing to do with herself. Sometimes all you have is a pack of cards and Internet access, what else was she supposed to do?]

My shirt.

Might as well start getting to the main event.

[He's going straight for it as a possible diversionary tactic if he also loses this hand. There is no guarantee it'll distract them but it's certainly worth a shot.]

Full house, aces and eights.

[ Tommy lays down his hand kicks his feet up on the table with his hands between his head.

He knows it’s called a dead man’s hand, so it’s cool to have it turn up in a real game. ]

Looks like it’s a good day to bi.

Live free or bi hard, amirite?

[Elle slips off the top-- tunic? She should find out what the garments are actually called-- to reveal a tighter long-sleeved dress with fitted sleeves and a skirt that flairs slightly at the hips. With the help of her under layers it lays flat and smooth across her body and flows elegantly to the floor. It also does wonders for her curves, which were somewhat hidden under the looser top layer.

She doesn't make it a show, per say, but she does remove the dress with an intentional grace and ease before folding it up and setting it aside.]

Your deal, Superkid.

[...Interesting. Bi's like... okay, he's not sure all the terms but it's pretty easy to tell Tommy thinks they're both hot.]

[Conversationally:]

You're pret-ty fly for a bi guy.

[Just...like. Objectively. He's not blind. He can assess another dude's hotness and get it right without wanting to bone said dude. He has eyes.]

[Kon gives Elle a low whistle but it's clearly with some humor rather than him hitting on her in earnest.]

Competition for who's hottest at the table is neck and neck but I've got a way to try to pull ahead.

[Instead of pulling off his shirt by the hem, he does it by the collar, so the reveal is a bit slower. He lets the shirt slide out of his hand next to his chair and fall to the floor.]

[He is exactly as stacked as it looked like when his shirt was on - if not more so. And it's working muscle, not weird bulgy bodybuilder muscle. Like a strongman competitor, a boxer, or a football player.]

[His muscles ripple under his skin even with the simple motion of shuffling and dealing the cards.]

[Elle lets her eyes linger on Kon's muscles. It may not really be doing anything for her, other than being generally impressive, but that doesn't mean it's not advantageous for them to think it does.]

I need to have a conversation with whoever gave you a shirt in the first place.

[She unbuttons her sleeves and rolls them up slightly, showing off her wrists and forearms. It may not be much, but in contrast to how fully covered she had been before it feels like she's showing more skin than she really is.]

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