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Aug 13, 2020 7:25 PM
There's no party like a Washington party- tyrians and watermelons in Until Dawn
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Washington parties have a certain cultural cachet. Everyone knows that if Josh hosts a party, they'll regret not being there. People talk about a Washington party for months after- years, in some memorable cases. Someone usually does something they regret. If it were up to him, each party would end in a dramatic, Baachanalian climax of sex, drugs, and violence. His siblings and friends reign him in when his creative control would offend philistine sensibilities, and so instead, everyone agrees that the parties are fun. It's a delicate balance.

Parties at the lodge are the gentler, more diffident cousin of parties at the house. It's a select few of the Washingtons' dearest friends, retreating to the mountain wilderness to experience something sacred, profound, ecstatic. He's looking to have a religious experience, just a less wine-soaked one.

In theory: this is the inaugural lodge party. Hopefully it's not a major bummer. For now, it's a quiet affair. Setting up a party takes time, even one as muted and palatable as this one, so he and his sisters have enlisted some help.

"Hey, squirt, pass me the duct tape. I might have done some damage to mom's pristine antique any-tieth century lamp here."

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"Don't call me squirt, dork, at least, not this weekend. Just, give it here! I'll see if we can turn it to the wall so it, at least isn't in her line of sight. Or should we just move all the valuable up to the attic and away from breaking range? Oh god, I feel sick."

Phil, the youngest of the Washington children, even her twin, has never been to one of Josh's parties, always opting to lock her door and hide away with a pile of homework beside her, and the nervous energy of helping her brother, combined with her choice of guests, Mike in particular, is making her a wreck. 

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"Sure, munchkin. I've got a whole stable of embarrassing little sister nicknames, just let me know when to take the next out back and shoot it. Upstairs, unto the breach, everything pretty and breakable far away from little Joshy and his butterfingers, right? On it."

He begins picking up a few items that look fragile to take to the attic.

"Do I get to roast you for your crush, or is that just twin territory?"

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"Pffft, what crush, I have no crush, I am, in fact, crushless. So... shut up."

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"Philomena the Crushless, hero of Blackwood Mountain. Killing her enemies with kindness so her sister doesn't have to do it. Shutting up, your honor."

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At that point, a tall red headed boy enters carrying a box of party supplies. "And honorable she is. So tell me, Phil, have you done your extra special good deed for the day or do you still have to find time to sing to a squirrel today?"

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"Putting up with me requires saintly stores of patience, you know that. Speaking of, why don't we leave my sister to work on," he gestures vaguely, "while you put that tight bod to use carrying stuff to the attic?"

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"Careful Joshy-boy, you flirt too hard and I'll take you up on it. We both know you couldn't handle me, my man."

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Phil looks between the two, her whole head bouncing side to side as if watching a tennis match, eyes wide in confusion, suddenly remembering why she doesn't spend time with her brother and his friends.

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"Yeah, you're right," he says lazily. "There's still lots we can do that would scandalize your parents without any handling."

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Her eyes widen more, before she pointedly looks down and away, trying to focus on party prep instead of the two boys.

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He catches the look. "I think, right now, we're scandalising your baby sister."

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"Fiiine, I'll play fair. Hands off, baby sis, I promise our party will be completely PG. PG-13. Just drugs and violent imagery, Scout's honor."

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Her head snaps up, staring at her brother in a modicum of confusion and fright. "What, hands, where? I wasn't touching anything, promise!"

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"Crushless, she says. Any votes from the peanut gallery, J.J.?"

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"Hmm, well, let's see."

He takes this moment to saunter up to the blonde, entering her personal space all suave and sexy, watching her face carefully.

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She just looks up at him in confusion, not flustered by his closeness at all.

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"Who else did the little bird invite J-Man?"

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"Sam's coming with Orya- not that that's news. Pumpkin here invited, let's see...Mike Munroe, and apparently his girlfriend. And obviously Orya and Sam are bringing their tagalong straight man with them. Smaller crowd than I'm used to. See the kind of sacrifices I make for family?"

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"I didn't know you were friends with Munroe Phil, in fact, I thought you hadn't spoken to him, 'like ever'." 

He quotes her mockingly, finally cluing in to her secret crush.

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Her face turns bright red, and she knows she's been caught out.

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"There's the ticket! He shoots, he scores! Regular ol' Sherlock we got here. Hey Phil, what's with the bad taste? I thought me and O raised you better than that."

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"He's... I don't have... Fuck off Josh!" Her face turns from frustration to shock as she realises the words, or rather, word, that came out of her mouth.

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"Oh ho ho, Disney Princess has a mouth on her now, doesn't she?"

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"We should get this stuff upstairs before she starts breaking shit. I'm afraid for my life here."

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