Modern/Urban Fantasy Highschool RP. (Closed!!!)

(Should we skip to the party?)

(I have an idea as to how to approach it!)
The bell rang. Everyone packed their stuff up, and left.
Raziel elbowed Ryan in the ribs, lightly.
"Remember. Five o'clock, yeah?" He extended his wings, shooting off like a living bullet.
He tidied his place up, got out some tequila and Malibu, and dumped some hot chips into a bowl. Next he got into some good clothes. Matching designer belt and boots, some Rocowear jeans, and a semi-formal dress shirt.
He waited.

Cicada was shocked at how fast the angel could fly. She shrugged and packed up. Flying out and back to her apartment. She put her messenger bag down, and debated on whether she would go or not.

(I'd love to see Cicada's reaction.

:)

Ryan changes into a simple black tank, his tattoo clearly visible, a grey beanie, ripped jeans, black converse and his usual trident pendant. He hums chuckling as he walks towards Raziels house around 4:50

Cicada decided to go. She put on a red tank top, a ripped denim vest, ripped jeans, and combat boots. She flew over to the angels house. Ready to cause a bit of mischief.

Raziel hit his vape. He heard the sound of people approaching, and read their minds.
Ryan?
Cicada?
He opened the door, revealing the two of them.
"Come on in guys!" He offered .

Cicada nodded and walked on in. Her wings pushed up against her back as she looked around the house.

"Nice digs, eh?" He said, fanning the haze away.

"Yeah," Cicada said, "A lot better than my crummy apartment."

He poured there or so shots.
"Want any?" He asked.

Cicada looked at the drinks and then him. She grinned, "Sure."

He offered her one, and drank the second one. Cool tequila poured down his throat, pleasantly.

Cicada drank the tequila shot. She smiled at the way it burned as it went down, well everything burned as it went down. But this was a good burning sensation.

After getting changed, Cressida walked to Raziel's house and knocked on the door.

"Come on in, Cressida!" The angel howled towards her. He was saving the third shot for Ryan, who was unexpectedly fashionably late apparently. He drank it.

Cressida walked into the room awkwardly. She didn't usually go to parties.

She gave a small wave to the other people standing there.

Raziel waved back, smiling. He walked down the hall, fixing the collar on his shirt. He liked these clothes. They clung loosely to his long, strong, whipcordy limbs. He hit his vape, which tasted like cotton candy.

(Is this still going or are we calling it a night and starting tomorrow?)

(I’m calling it a night.)

(OK.)

Benji walked into the room, swinging his baseball bat. Softly. He'd changed his bracelet from black to red earlier and had been annoyed with how much he was swapping today. Argh, why can't my gender clock just stay on one number for once?

Cressida stood awkwardly in the corner, phone in hand.

Ryan knocks before entering, waving a bit. His staff was in his hand, "Sorry I'm late, ran into a little trouble." he smiles before his staff shrinks into a pen and he shoves it in his pocket.

"It was those punks from Mayweather Road, right!" The angel asked . "I had to deal with them earlier today too."

"No kidding." He smiles at the angel, his blue eyes cheerful. "Handled them wwith ease though." He chuckles, his hand going to his pendant as he hums.

Raziel hits his vape again, extending his wings after, to fan the haze away, and then retracting them. He walked out, behind Ryan, and poured a few shots of Malibu rum.

Ryan watches, smiling a small bit as he walks beside the other, "So, this is what a party is like, huh?" he asks curiously. He had never seen, nor tasted alcohol.