"It sounds awful. Is anybody going?" Santana complained, I just told her that Rachel is having a party on Saturday.
"Let me find out." I tell her, adding Artie to the call, "Did you hear?"
"Yes. Mercedes just told me." Artie answered, I could hear Mercedes in the background, "Tell them I'll go if they go."
"Tell them yourself. I ain't no pony express." I laughed at Artie's response, "You're going, right?" Mercedes joined.
"Only if there's liquor, because a Rachel Berry party is not something I can do sober." Santana says next to me, "But it's Alcohol Awareness Week." I sigh.
"Precisely. And I am aware of how much fun alcohol is. Let's ask Puckerman." She adds Puck to the call, "You're go for Puck." He answers.
"Noah, it's Santabby and Artcedes. Can your friend score us some wine coolers?" Santana asked sweetly, "No, but his I.D. can." I smirked.
"Well, if we're all in, it's settled." We all met each other in the middle.
"The Rachel Berry house party train wreck extravaganza is officially a go." I confirm, smirking.
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(Abby's party outfit above)
"Welcome." Rachel creepily greets Kurt, Blaine, Finn and I into her house. "Kurt. Blaine. I wasn't expecting you guys." She said happy.
"Kurt's been blackmailing me ever since he saw my browser history. He kind of insisted on coming." I could hear Finn whisper as we walked down the stairs.
"I'm totally off the clock right now, Rachel. I'm not a Warbler. I'm just Blaine. I'm not even wearing my uniform." Blaine said, taking off his jacket and scarf.
"So, this is your dads' Oscar room." I ask, looking around at the room that had a bar, a stage, many couches and so much more.
"Yes. They transformed our ordinary basement...for our famous annual Oscar parties." Rachel happily informed us, "Is that a stage?" Blaine pointed out.
"I kind of like to give impromptu performances for our neighbors sometimes." She smiles the turns when she sports Quinn, "Hey, girlfriend. Having fun?" She asks weirdly.
"Yeah. Awesome party." I could see Quinn looking at Sam and Santana making out in the corner, gross.
"Uh, okay. Let's, uh-Let's go over the rules. Everybody gets two drink tickets to keep things from getting out of hand. We are serving wine coolers today. That is our specialty drink. It's actually all we have." She handed us pink tickets, I looked at mine threw it away.
"Brittany! Remember the rules. No sitting on anything." She shouted towards Brittany who was sitting on a washing machine.
