HALLOWEEN PARTY!

[Vetis]

Enough was enough and he wasnt going to take it anymore. This was a Halloween Party wasnt it? All he saw wasa bunch of jackasses listening to all the songs you end the party with from the damn start. No this shit was coming to an end NOW!!!

Rummaging through the djs stuff he found what he was looking for. Black Eye Peas. Elephunk. Lets Get Retarded. Popping it over to the dj in the middle of the thriller feud the music would come to an abrupt halt.

Let's Get Retarded, in here...

And the base keep runnin' runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and
runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and...

In this context, there's no disrespect, so, when I bust my rhyme, you break your necks.
We got five minutes for us to disconnect, from all intellect collect the rhythm effect. Obstacles are inefficient, follow
your intuition, free your inner soul and break away from tradition.
Coz when we beat out, girl it's pullin without. You wouldn't believe how we wow shit out.
Burn it till it's burned out. Turn it till it's turned out. Act up from north, west, east, south.

Popping out a little something something wrapped in what used to be a cigar Vega would flip from the Dj podium to teh center of the dance floor. Popping out flasks from both of his pockets he would have the DJ toss his shot glasses and he would pour and toss to everyone staring at him right now.

Everybody, everybody, let's get into it.
Get stupid.
Get retarded, get retarded, get retarded.
Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here. Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here.
Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here. Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here.
Yeah.

Lose control, of body and soul.
Don't move too fast, people, just take it slow.
Don't get ahead, just jump into it.
Ya'll here a body, two peices to it.
Get stutted, get stupid.
You'll want me body people will walk you through it.
Step by step, like you're into new kid.
Inch by inch with the new solution.
Trench men hits, with no delusion.
The feeling's irresistible and that's how we movin'.

Bustin out into a groove all his own Vega would show off a bit blunt in mouth. A little Harlem shake here a kick back there. He was gonna show these guys how to party. Slidding over to the drink table he busted out some 70-30 JAck and Cokes for the guys and some 90-10 Jack and cokes for the girls.

Everybody, everybody, let's get into it.
Get stupid.
Get retarded, get retarded, get retarded.
Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here. Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here.
Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here. Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here.
Yeah.

Runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin runnin' and... Come on ya'll let's get...Oohhoo!
Aha, let's get oohhoo... in here (right now yeah.) Cookoo, aha, let's get, cookoo, in here... Cookoo, aha, let's get,
cookoo, in here...ow, ow, ow...
ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya...

Passing them out he would encourage all he encoutered to party it up and stop with all this grade school dancing. We were about bumping and grinding. Dancing needed to look like dry sex and not some 70 free love fiasco. The monkey was cool back in the day when you were tripping on shrooms and thats all you could do. Shit Thriller was the bomb but who breaks that out early??? A BUSTER thats who!

Let's get ill, that's the deal.
At the gate, we'll bring the bud top drill. (Just)
Lose your mind this is the time,
Ya'll test this drill, Just and bang your spine. (Just)
Bob your head like epilepsy, up inside your club or in your bentley.
Get messy, loud and sick.
Ya'll mount past slow mo in another head trip. (So)
Come then now do not correct it, let's get pregnant let's get hectic.

[Chorus:]
Everybody, everybody, let's get into it.
Get stupid. (Come on)
Get retarded (come one) , get retarded (yeah), get retarded.
Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here. Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here. (R-E-T-A-R-D-E-D)
Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here. Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded (woah, woah, woah) in here.
Yeah.
Oohhoo! Aha, oohhoo... in here... Cookoo, aha, cookoo, in here (R-E-T-A-R-D-E-D)... Cookoo, aha, let's get, cookoo, in here...ow, ow, ow...
ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya...

Runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin' (fade)


Popping out hidden single shots of Bacardi from his belt he would toss them to anyone willing to get cuckoo in hurr. A party aint a party without the Bacardi and apparently not without the Vetis. Even though Tsu wasnt there he still got his dance on, he just decided not to grind. No instead he was going to get some breakdancing started up in the center of the dance floor. Why do the monkey when you can get funky?

[Kevin Collessano-Alvari]

The author of this post would like to compliment the previous poster on the fact that most parties today end with sex for a reason. With that said:

Thriller? Huh. It's festive... but Power Rangers, Johnny Bravo and MJ (God rest his soul) weren't exactly raising his spirits. After all, Long Beach was practically next door to LA. With a locale like that, your party scene needed to be on point.

It was cute at first, but something...needed a boost. Hormones needed to be raging, sweat needed to pour and somebody needed to wake up in the morning feeling like they could use another 6 hours of sleep...and not regret the feeling.

And then Salvation, sweet SALVATION. The Peas came blasting---it was old, but a start. Hell, it could be the beginning of a good streak, if the DJ got their mind right...Kevin would part ways with the wall as he'd get a rhythmic bounce to his step, depositing his jacket and beret on a chair (revealing pre-rolled sleeves) and making his way towards the middle of the dance floor.

What was about to ensue should have included a cage and an invisible announcer who would shout 'Round 1, FIGHT!' Vega was in for competition; that 'Everybody, everybody, let's get into it, get started' helped Kevin hype himself AND an NPC crowd up as he'd raise his arms while he'd bounce step around.

Annnnd once Kevin had some of the crowd with him, he'd do what he did best---his left arm swung out in front of him in a beautiful wave, the motion running from his fingers to his shoulder, then travelling down his torso to his legs where his feet would catch the movement in sliding across the floor, gliding to the right and carrying Kevin's body with it. His little airwalk would then switch into another turn, and then another for Kevin to run a 360 across the floor. And once Kevin found his original place again, he'd commence to pop locking, arms and legs bouncing and stopping at various points to the beat. He might not have done this in two years, but he was still a natural at dancing. And it was coming back to him FAST. He'd save the breaking for now; 'til then, he would have some fun with it...

But the beauty of DJing came in recognizing what songs mixed, what could transition into each other and letting them seamlessly come together. The song that was playing now shared a tone and beat count with a West Coast classic; the DJ would scratch the record before bringing in Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre's Nothin' But a G Thang would blast through the speakers. Some of these squares wouldn't understand but for this song to play in Snoop's hometown at a party...well, things definitely rose to a fever pitch. People got moving, shaking, and Kevin found himself being pulled away by some hot number dressed as a Playboy Bunny that looked like she was one semester away from graduating college. He'd slip behind her, smirk and work his hips with her to the beat.

Battling Vega could wait.

And PS: try to NEVER RP from a phone. That is all.

[Mr. Kaar]

Twisting and turning through the crowed Leon would make his way to the middle of the dance floor where Vetis was dropping into some sick breakdancing. Leon would stop, look around at everyone present, the DJ spotted Leon and his uniform, Leon spotted the DJ who raised an eye brow.

Leon would nod, twist his hips to the side, shifting his weight to his right leg dropping his right arm to point to the ground as his left shot up to point to the ceiling.



The DJ at that moment shifted the music almost immedately, noting the possible breakancing and disco dance off to be. This song would begin to play. And Leon would drop into his Disco groove, rolling his arms, shootin for the moon, and claiming stardom. He was on fire hot for this event.

[Ms. Cardellini]

"Oh me Oh My" I exclaimed after a few drinks. They certainly knew how to make them at this party. I was feeling a slight buzz, perhaps cause I was a lightweight. Still it was a party and I found myself having a generally good time all though I was still lost and unnoticed in the crowd.

"Driiiisco?" The words came out of my mouth in a slighlty sloshed manner. Certainly I was a bit more than buzzed at this point. However I had to admit this was my idea of a good time. A blonde man I had not yet seen stopped Vega's break dancing showboating with some slick funk. I could not help but admire what he was doing on the dance floor. The only thing that would make this better was a disco ball.

"WOOOOOHOOOO" I said just quite enough to let the music drown me out. Still I couldnt help but get loose as the man showed these young ones how we did it back in our day. Well I could only assume with moves like that he was from my day.

[Mathew Amtrum]

The party seemed to take a drastic turn for the better as real dance music continued to pump out of the speakers, the DJ was now done fucking around with idiotic things like the Power Ranger Theme Song and was doing what he was paid to do. Make it so people can get down and dance, not do stupid pranks for children. Mathew stuck to the crowd, mostly trying to mingle as well as one could in his costume for the first song by the Black Eyed Peas, when it ended however he had to step outside after getting a text from his bouncer. The first delivery of the night was here.

Working his way out of the crowd and outside he was meeted by a Pizza delivery man that had a good ten large pizzas for the party, some food for the masses to go with the liquor that was now being passed out. Taking the pen the delivery man offered he signed the credit card receipt and took the pizzas inside, setting them down on one of the refreshment tables with other food and snacks. That's when the music suddenly changed again this time to disco.

His eyes widened when he saw Leon in his pose and he knew that this was something that he had to see. Leaving the Pizzas where they were on the table Mathew would once again push his way through the crowd so he could be up front to witness what was sure to be a killer dance off.


OOC: Due to the fact that we now have a dance off going on, I ask that people not involved in this dance off leave the song changing to either Vetis or Leon until they finish the challenge. Thank you

[Vetis]

Vetis looked over to Kevin. Yes he recognized this one from #552. An old gang member of his in fact. Four years later he still looked the same. What started off as a dance of between to real G party goers turned into a battle of new school vs old school. It became clear that he and Kevin had to show this dude what new school was all about. With a nod to the DJ he switched it up HARD.



Rolling his upper torso in a counter clockwise motion he would pop his shoulders from side to side to side real quick when he got back to starting position. Nodding his head at Kevin he would backflip into a handstand. Pushing up from the ground he would clap his hands as then land back on the ground a total of 3x before popping out his left arm and doing a one handed hand hop and freezing into a pike. His left arm supporiting the entire weight of his body he would freeze with his body almost in the shape of an S, Right hand inbetween his legs


~Kevins Moves~ Edit after he posts

After that little display by his partner he would flip back to position waiting for this guy to bring it while taking a little puff puff from his L.

[Kevin Collessano-Alvari]

Kevin was getting pretty well into his lil' grind with this unknown girl that happened to look cute and have something of a nice ass; he might've been a fail at socializing with women, but he could sure dance with one just fine. The problem was...

Someone stopped the music.

And put on...was that disco?

These bastards switched out Snoop, a hometown FAVORITE, for some SOULBROTHER shit?

...FUCK! What needed to be done to get a good song on!? It was aggravating at this point---the Rangers were fine. Johnny Bravo was...well, it could be tolerated for the time being. But after getting a good flow going with the music, only to go do...

...Kevin didn't want to even think out the word.

...disco. Ugh.

And somebody wanted to actually dance to this crap? Kevin pushed the girl standing in front of him now away in frustration, now watching the spectacle. Why couldn't they just get this party going in a respectable fash---

"---Yo, is that the Clipse..? They ain't came out with nothin' in hella long!"

His eyes instantly shifted over to his old competition---Vega was looking right his way. He felt a twinge of familiarity. Call it weird, maybe he was weirding out, but it was there...whatever. The time was now---Disco Inferno was fucking up Kevin's time and if he had to drive him off the dance floor then so be it.

The two were already synchronized, as long as it was up to Kevin to keep this doubleteam going. As soon as Vet---erm, Vega---flipped out of the way, Kevin would make his DRAMATIC ENTRANCE!~ and leap high before coming down with a nice, clean split in the middle of the dance floor. As soon as his hands hit the floor, his right leg swung out from behind him, lifting himself up to balance his weight on his right leg. The purpose? A bona fide 6-step, feet transitioning from stepping with the bottom of the foot to tapping the heel also.

Kevin would also switch his weight to his left arm for rotational purposes, also switching arms by way of flipping around to his back facing up, to his front before swinging his left leg around, hopping on his right foot for a clean sweep under his whole body.

From there, Kevin let his weight transfer from his arms to his left hip, shifting it around while fully extending his legs and using them to swing his momentum further---Kevin was rotating clockwise and hitting a clean windmill spin:

Kevin would perform several rotations with enough force to actually stir up some wind from his legs. After about the 11th or 12th rotation, Kevin suddenly threw his arms up underneath him, pushing off the floor while still moving...Kevin landed on his right foot, still spinning as he'd make one more rotation...Disco Fever would probably see a flash of Kevin's eyes---full of excitement, mischief in hazel irises as Kevin would be midway through his second spin before leaping upward. His momentum would carry him into a flip sideways before he'd land on his feet, still with enough momentum to spin even more. Kevin then literally dropped to the floor again, resuming another windmill, hitting about 8 rotations before ending on his stomach. His ending position, however, was something interesting...he laid on his gut, legs folded and bent upward at the knee. He rested the upper half of his weight on his elbows, bent with his chin rested in both hands. He'd look up at Grease with a smile on his face, head cocked to the side.

POW! Charisma in his moves. Kevin leapt up and stood back to give his opponent some room for his feeble attempt.