CLOSED ♔ two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin

[behindcloseddoors]

♬ gin and juice - snoop dogg

WHO || Sam, Will, Rose, Fiona, Faith, Bruce All-hungry the Idol. [closed]
WHAT || Stoner thanksgiving
WHERE || NYC hotel
WHEN || Thanksgiving
HOW || Actionspam

[ After a successful mission, in which the team found the source of a mysterious illness created voracious pseudo-zombies and stopped the plague from spreading further, they brought the Idol that caused all the chaos back to their hotel. Having been forced to abandon their amazing Thanksgiving dinner of Chinese takeout (really Sam wtf salad), they took turns passing the Idol around and stuffing food into its ever-hungry maw, to fulfill the terms that will allow the curse to be finally broken... after 12 hours of feeding.

Luckily, having a near-infinite supply of food is no problem when Fiona can summon food and drink. And she... also summons a tray of pot brownies that everyone partakes in, whether they realized it or not.

:D ]

Comments

[moonheart]

[ faith sure isn't offended rose, and she looks up abruptly, already distracted by a... new plan. ] Oh my gods, we should do karaoke. [ she announces. to the ... room in general. who are all paying attention i'm sure. ]

[mydesigns]

[yeaaahhh no will isn't even listening a little bit as he is distracted by ... getting handsy back with fiona. they need to be hosed down tbh.]

[familybusiness]

[Sam bombed another will save so I guess he's oblivious to the people making out right now and karaoke sounds like a great idea.]

Sure, why not?

[littledhampir]

[Rose manages to get up onto her elbows and some stupid ass question about Karaoke is about to come flying past her lips when...

She spots Fiona and Will.]

Maaaaaan... He is so white.

[Apparently that's more shocking than make-outs.]

[missindependent]

[ fiona groans in equal parts frustration and lust. she manages to pull away just slightly, gasping: ] I love karaoke, but you're so fucking hot... [ and then she just... kisses him again, because what the fuck ever, it's not even her turn yet ]

[mydesigns]

[will just ... completely missed rose's commentary. he was focused on the makeouts, ok. he's about to say something, but gets as far as ] I — [before she's kissing him. oh well nm he didn't wanna do karaoke anyway aw yeah.]

[moonheart]

Oh my gods, he is. [ faith will just stare along with rose for a second before... remembering what she's doing. ] Fiona! Can you get us a karaoke machine?!

[missindependent]

[ aww will thinks he's not gonna have to sing karaoke. how cute.

fiona holds up a finger toward faith and rose behind will's back, because somehow she's not the least bit turned off by them watching their make-outs. maybe more turned on? who knows. he's just so enthusiastic (chinhands)

ok sorry will, this is a v important matter, so she needs to break away, at least momentarily, to answer. ending the kiss, she pushes him down into one of the dining chairs next to them, grinning playfully. ] Only if you ask nicely.

[mydesigns]

[as will gets shoved down in a chair, his entire face is just werwatey. what is even happening right now???? stares vacantly at bruce allhungry....]

[moonheart]

[ oh she's got this ] I wish this hotel room were a karaoke bar!!

[familybusiness]

[Meanwhile, Sam is tucking his phone into his pocket and finally pulling up his pants. Sorry, girls.

He also picked this moment to roll a 19 on his wisdom check after that little exchange. He's suddenly...really uncomfortable with where this might be going.]

....Why are we making wishes...?

[missindependent]

[ take it off - ke$ha

there's no grand theatrics, or explosions of glitter at faith's words. instead, sam's answer comes in the form of the slowly growing thumping of music coming from right outside their hotel room door.

fiona turns toward him, frowning as he pulls his pants back up. she holds up one of her arms, bringing attention to the silver bands, easily mistaken for bracelets or bangles, adorning her wrist. ] Uh, 'cause it's easier than trying to find a decent karaoke bar in New York City.

Besides, this one's catered to you guys. [ she turns back to will, offering him a hand up (and a personal view of her wrist bands for his own eyes). that's right, will, let's go see what a karaoke bar catered to will graham would look like. ]

[mydesigns]

[he stares at fiona's hand like it's a grenade. or hungry lil bruce.] I can't — Bruce? [he started to say i can't sing and then what about bruce and it came out like that.]

[missindependent]

[ bad influence - pink

You really think you're gonna have more fun with Bruce? [ says the more-than-half-naked chick standing over him with a very playful glint in her eye (cha 21).

also: ] Someone should get the door. [ and let the party in ready or not ]

[familybusiness]

[Holy shit impressed. Guess who's going to get the door, pulling it open.]

Holy crap.

[Wishes, huh? Suddenly Sam has an amazing/terrible/no good very bad idea.]

HEY DEAN I REALLY WISH YOU WERE HERE TO SEE THIS RIGHT NOW.

[missindependent]

[ got it ;)

as sam opens the door, peering into the hall-turned-club, smoke rolls into their room at his feet (because what's a party without a fog machine, right?), drawing more attention that way. fiona turn, grinning, and is no longer so much asking for permission, as grabbing will's hand and attempting to yank him back up from the chair she just shoved him into. shhh. just come closer bb. also, he might not want to be sitting there while this all goes down...

the fog quickly begins to envelop the room (like, seriously, within a second or two), and any furniture or food still visible appears to shimmer, the colors and shapes languidly contorting. sort of like watching a lava lamp. during an acid trip. but lo' and behold! as the smoke settles, their hotel room has now been transformed into A KARAOKE BAR!! and where there was previously a table full of food and surrounded by chairs, there is now a bar lined with bar stools and neon lights. the food's still there (as well as bruce), laid out along the bar, and there's liquor galore behind the counter, but it's who's tending the bar that might draw the most attention. i believe he was special ordered?? ]

[likedillinger]

[ one minute dean's in bed on the phone with rose

and the next he's pouring drinks behind the counter at this dramatic karaoke bar, still dressed in his boxers, but with the addition of a snappy bow tie thanks to fiona.

for a moment, he just... keeps pouring, because it seems like the thing to do???? werwatey????? he's too busy trying to wrap his head around why he's naked and how he got here and what rose just told him to even notice them walk in tbh ]

[mydesigns]

[will lets himself be pulled up by fiona and just stares like wow. what happen.

pot brownies are a hell of a drug.]

[familybusiness]

[Meanwhile, Sam stands in the doorway, staring for a moment before he just straight up busts out laughing.

And it takes a long ass time for him to stop, his chuckles raising in pitch as they dwindle.]

Oh man, I can't believe that worked...

[moonheart]

[ meanwhile, faith bursts past sam into the bar, grinning like a maniac and practically jumping up and down at the sight of the place. ] It's perfect! Look at this place! [ and she's just gonna like

do a fucking lap ]

[littledhampir]

[Welp Rose has at least spotted their bartender but... she hasn't actually realized WTF just happened between suddenly Karaoke and suddenly BF! So; (wis 4) as she gapes at Dean.]

Oh my god what the hell were in those brownies?!

[missindependent]

[ sam's laughter and faith's excitement are like music to fiona's ears tbh. she grins even wider (if that's even possible at this point), basking in the neon glow. ] My best work yet.

[familybusiness]

[Sam's still filling the air with breathy laughter as he makes his way over to the bar, all poorly bound and bloody bite marks and a pair of jeans. Whoever said you couldn't walk into a bar without a shirt and shoes?]

Dude, do you even know how to make anything that isn't whiskey on the rocks?

[likedillinger]

[ man, this just can't get any weirder

famous last words

dean pauses halfway through pouring to look sam up and down like what the actual fuck ] Sam?!

[mydesigns]

[will snaps out of his drug daze (sort of) just in time for] Ooo, whiskey on the rocks! I want one!