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Tomorrow morning, Tony was going to hate the island for everything it had done to him this weekend. Tonight, however, he was sixteen and dumb. There was an entire shop of supplies downstairs to rig up some pretty bitchin' light systems and sift through the music there was for anything that he recognized or thought was interesting.
There was, of course, also all the alcohol he managed to find in the place. Aw yeah, a non-boring party with people his own age. Because no one really wanted to party with the weird rich kid who was working on another doctorate. And the people who did want to usually got bitchsmacked by Rhodey for taking advantage. So.
This was his chance, damn it. He was taking it.
[Paaaarty! Open of course!]
There was, of course, also all the alcohol he managed to find in the place. Aw yeah, a non-boring party with people his own age. Because no one really wanted to party with the weird rich kid who was working on another doctorate. And the people who did want to usually got bitchsmacked by Rhodey for taking advantage. So.
This was his chance, damn it. He was taking it.
[Paaaarty! Open of course!]
