As soon as Connor had barged into the party, Hal had known this was going to be a good night. After the general rush of seeing people he hadn't seen at school already, the "Hi how're you's" and the "How was your breaks" things had gotten going. Acacia had made multiple announcements to keep the party running, and when drinks started going around, things started to slip a bit.
Connor had of course started the beer pong game almost immediately, he liked to argue that it should be a pro sport and that he should be the first world champion. Some drunk guy had slurred it into bear pong, and for some reason the Hancock's had bear costumes. Hal had tried to make a joke about it, but Aspen was walking by and he worried his friend might somehow take offense. So they had played bear pong for a while. Hal had lost, but he made a point of spilling one of the cups on his opponent, just for fun, which meant one of the suits now smelled like beer.
A game of "Sardines" had started up, and Hal had followed the crowd. At one point, he had been pushed into a coat in the closet, and by the end had been buried 10 people deep. Apparently something had happened, not that Hal could actually see anything. When Aspen found them, he had tried to ask Hal, but Hal had shrugged it off, his buzz making it seem irrelevant. Hey, let the kids have their fun, nobody was dead...right?
After that he had wandered the party for a bit, bumped into his friend Eric, who had set up a contest between the two of them to see who could fit more pigs-in-a-blanket in their mouth. A crowd and formed and the two guys had both reached 9, with Eric beating Hal out in the end. The winner got a fresh drink and bragging rights, and Hal had made a comment about "pig-headedness", which Eric had found so funny that he had started to choke and Hal had need to perform the Heimlich.
The group had eventually settled into a largish circle on the Hancock's living room step, Hal sat between Aspen and Emilie. Acacia had suggested Never have I ever, a game Hal was excellent at because he was one of the few people who grew up
not rich. "...If you've done it, you have to clap--so you can't hide!--and put down a finger. You lose if you put all 10 down! Who wants to start?" Acacia asked the group. She was clearly a bit drunk, and Hal couldn't help but smirk. When she glared at him, jokingly, he threw his hands up defensively, grinning widely.
"Alright alright, I'll start," he said. He stood, prepared to make a bit of a show out of it. "Never," he paused, glancing around, "have I
ever" he said, spinning to look at the whole room. A few people giggled at him, others seemed impatient for him to move on. He looked sideways at Connor, an evil grin spreading "been, lets just say assaulted, for calling a girl a "fine ass biddie"" Hal sat back down. Connor leaned out from his seat a few over and glared daggers at him. Hal laughed silently. Oh how he'd pay for this.
