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Who: Lup (

ohnehalfte), and possibly you!
What: Drunken party of drunkenness and shenanigans
When: Nov 17th, mid-day until everyone passes tf out
Where: Islet #2 aka Trash Island, somewhere out in front of cottage 1 and along the beach
Warnings: Drunk people, swearing, ill-advised people hitting each other with sticks, questionable food, drunken cuddles and crying, etc, etc tbc when there's more

Welcome to Islet 2! There are many reasons for you to be here right now. Maybe you live here. Maybe you're visiting someone who lives here. Maybe you've been invited to this sick party by one of the above idiots. Maybe you were just passing by and got dragged into the festivities. Who cares, really? You're here now!

Out in front of Cottage 1 there's the beautiful banner that you see above hanging on the outside, lovingly crafted by one of the twins. The twins have also lovingly crafted some vodka using magic and potatoes. Potato magic. And hey! There's also stuff that the twins cooked! Like potato tornadoes, fried shark genitals and Fantasy Kentucky Fried Pterax! And other food! And there's a fire! And activities! And drinking!

Mainly drinking. In fact, there is a large cooking pot that, at the moment, is full of the most moonshine-iest vodka you have ever had. There are empty halves of coconut shells to serve as cups, as well as some clay cups that may or may not have come from an interesting source. So help yourself! Who knows how long it'll last, considering the amount of guests. Heck! It might even be repurposed later, after all the vodka is gone! So drink up.

Anyway, feel free to join in on the festivities! There will be several threads for activities where people can mingle, or you can start your own. Have a party, chill out, and/or imbibe ill-advised substances to try and forget that you died. Wheeeee!

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["I trust you."

Even if Soma doesn't trust himself, especially not now when he's given in and is taking his first taste of blood in this lifetime, someone still trusts him. Ignis really is kind. And compassionate. And handsome.

And Soma is so very drunk and so very screwed.

A quiet hum sounds against Ignis's bitten skin, the teen leaning in as his prey-- his friend-- leans in, until Soma is almost in the man's lap. He drinks with surprising delicacy despite his hunger, savoring each drop because somehow he is just sober enough to know he doesn't want to kill Ignis. He's not sober though, or else he wouldn't be doing this at all. Ignis said "take what you need", but he doesn't actually need any of it. He only craves it, like a drug, and it sings through him with an unnatural high.

It might be impossible for either of them to forget the muted sounds of sucking, the little breathy noises of pleasure, the faint scent of blood beneath the smoky perfume of the bonfire. Dimly Soma prays someone pulls him off Ignis soon, though he knows if it happens he just might snarl at whomever is responsible. He feels so alive now, doing this thing that only near-dead creatures do. He wonders if his heart has stopped, whatever change started in the castle now complete with his willpower folding, but no, it's not one heartbeat he tastes on his tongue but two because their pulses are synced.

God forgive him, nothing could ever hope to match this sheer bliss. With a soft, desperate moan he lets go of Ignis's hand and wraps his friend in both arms, holding him close.]

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Getting just a bit PG-13 here, nothing blatant though.