Hey, you know what would be fuckin' rad?
What?
Throwing a sickass rave in the ballroom!
You are absolutely fucking correct that would be sweet as hell.
Getting permission from the school to use the ballroom had been unexpectedly easy. The staff was pretty lax about renting it--all he had to do was sign a waiver saying that he wouldn't destroy the place, and he had the whole place on lock for the entirety of Saturday night rolling into early Sunday morning.
Of course he couldn't actually promise that the Ballroom wouldn't end up totally trashed, but that's the danger of throwing an absolute rager.
Since there would be more than a few illegal substances (seriously, what was a rave without more than a few things that were a little less than legal?) he decided to spread the party with word of mouth, sending a text to his friend DJs in the city, who then sent it out to her social circle. Who would be allowed in to the school grounds to use the ballroom anyway. Sid wasn't sure about the specifics.
He also wasn't totally sure of how much shit to buy or how many people were coming, so he'd asked everyone to bring a lil' something-something so they didn't run out. He'd spent at least an hour and a half covertly filling the the room with alcohol and ingredients for mixed drinks. He had a guy for that.
He also had a milk jug filled with LSD, which he set on the table with the food. Don't ask. It's not important.
At 9 o'clock on the dot, the music started to thrum and the alcohol was starting to pour (Mz'sid decided to pour himself a solo cup of LSD, which he sipped casually as he mingled around the party) as people filed in and started to socialize. It was refreshing to see people not being selfish, as the snack table quickly started to fill with food, glow sticks, and other "commodities".
Someone even brought a 500 pack of condoms. How thoughtful of them.
What?
Throwing a sickass rave in the ballroom!
You are absolutely fucking correct that would be sweet as hell.
Getting permission from the school to use the ballroom had been unexpectedly easy. The staff was pretty lax about renting it--all he had to do was sign a waiver saying that he wouldn't destroy the place, and he had the whole place on lock for the entirety of Saturday night rolling into early Sunday morning.
Of course he couldn't actually promise that the Ballroom wouldn't end up totally trashed, but that's the danger of throwing an absolute rager.
Since there would be more than a few illegal substances (seriously, what was a rave without more than a few things that were a little less than legal?) he decided to spread the party with word of mouth, sending a text to his friend DJs in the city, who then sent it out to her social circle. Who would be allowed in to the school grounds to use the ballroom anyway. Sid wasn't sure about the specifics.
He also wasn't totally sure of how much shit to buy or how many people were coming, so he'd asked everyone to bring a lil' something-something so they didn't run out. He'd spent at least an hour and a half covertly filling the the room with alcohol and ingredients for mixed drinks. He had a guy for that.
He also had a milk jug filled with LSD, which he set on the table with the food. Don't ask. It's not important.
At 9 o'clock on the dot, the music started to thrum and the alcohol was starting to pour (Mz'sid decided to pour himself a solo cup of LSD, which he sipped casually as he mingled around the party) as people filed in and started to socialize. It was refreshing to see people not being selfish, as the snack table quickly started to fill with food, glow sticks, and other "commodities".
Someone even brought a 500 pack of condoms. How thoughtful of them.