A/N: This work is a collab of myself (colouringbooks) and the lovey MorganGrimm
The party was in full swing as the last of the people arrived. It was the usual gang from high school, plus the entire Block C lights were dimmed, and smoke filled the room. No one could tell if it was from a smoke machine or actual smoke, though since Gamzee was the host of the party, it most likely actual smoke. The stench of sweat and body glitter filled the whole area, girls were dancing to the music and drinks were to be had, most of them courtesy Rose's mother's cabinet. Dave brought his set up from the apartment and the party would hit noise complaint level at about one in the morning.
Gamzee had hosted this party in hopes of creating the most legendary party to ever be had, and so far it was headed that red Solo cups littered the yard already, and the grass has gotten a shower of beer and various other types of booze. People were stumbling around, and in various dark corners, some sinful things were happening. The next couple days would be spent in closet sized boxes confessing to a priest, but for now people enjoyed the frivolity of Friday night in a college town. Ah, the wonders of youth.
Outside, someone was throwing toilet paper back and forth across a tree; someone else had several keg stands going around; and Gamzee was strutting around with a camera, capturing the awesome motherfucking action. Later, he had plans to barge in on the happy couples upstairs.
Many of the rooms had become occupied and quite frankly, a great deal of sheets would need to be cleaned the next morning. And maybe completely detoxified, considering what filthy things were happening. John would be devastated to lose his beloved Ghostbuster sheets that fateful night. It was approximately ten at night and all that was happening so far was wet, sloppy kisses and the rough touches that further initiated the drunken display of passion. A kiddie pool could be viewed from the back porch with at least three people sleeping in it. And strangely enough, it wasn't filled with water. Oh no, Gamzee had filled it to the brim with chocolate milk.
Several people were skinny dipping in the actual pool, not that anyone was complaining. Everyone was far too drunk to care, and many even followed their example. Enough alcohol had been consumed at that point that people started to pass out in their own vomit and everyone loved everyone and all boundaries had been lost. Committedly straight people were fondling the same sex and a couple gay boys were matched with a pair of lesbians.
The party was absolutely wild when it reached midnight. People were ending up in the strangest situations, and several regrettable things were done. The police had shown up a couple times already, and Gamzee or Dave had just blown them off. It was college, what do they expect? Gamzee smiled as the clock was slowly reaching closer to one in the morning. He could hear thumps upstairs and triumphant shouts of victory as they kept on going.
"Miracles," Gamzee chuckled as he snapped another photograph. "They are the motherfucking best." He pulled a can of Faygo out of the cupboard Vriska was currently guarding with a sword made of empty beer cans and duct tape.