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Who: Maxxie of Flashstep and YOU! First prompt is open to literally anyone and the second is to CR and CR of CR and people who just like to party.
What: It's moving day!
When: April 19th
Where: Downtown Vista City
Warnings: Drug and alcohol use/mention, general teen awfulness.

THE MOVE

When you're a famous pop star, moving day isn't really that stressful. Maxxie has all the money he could want to hire movers, and the most work he really has to do during the whole affair is deciding where stuff is going to go in his new downtown apartment. He helps move stuff around regardless, and his collection of personal items is actually kind of small, but some stylist comes in from the label and helps him pick out a few new furniture items and it all seems to come together within a matter of hours. It's a huge apartment, open concept, the perfect place to entertain, and it has a pool. Yeah, it's one of those.

During one of his breaks he checks out some of the upscale places within walking distance of his new residence, getting stopped often to sign autographs or answer questions for paparazzi. Maxxie loves it. It's a bright spring day and he's a star on the rise - what's not to love?

Otherwise he invites all his friends to come see the new place, showing off all the features proudly. His favourite is probably the wet bar out by the pool, but he'll happily push the button that raises and lowers the blinds about a thousand times before someone tells him to please stop for the love of god. He's just really excited.

THE PARTY

Everything comes together so quickly that Maxxie has quite enough time to put together an impromptu housewarming party that very night. Of course, for Maxxie, a housewarming party isn't just some cocktail hour for people to bring boring gifts like appliances and interesting throw pillows. No, Maxxie's brand of housewarming party is a complete blowout. He manages to get his hands on enough alcohol to keep an entire houseful of guests blackout drunk all night, and as is his way, there are a number of other mind-altering substances available if you know who to ask. Maxxie himself stays relatively sober, just excited to be playing host for real this time. Even though he has a pleasant buzz going, he's more focused on drifting through the party to make sure everyone's having a good time.

He invites basically everyone he knows, and invites those people to bring a plus one or a plus two or a plus five if they so choose. If you know a guy who knows a guy, you can probably get into this party. There are guards, but Maxxie has convinced them not to worry too much about the guest list that doesn't exist, asking them only to kick out people who start to cause trouble after the fact. He's an inclusive type of guy.

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Jamie carries on like nothing unusual happened, a little grateful that Maxxie's not commenting on his behavior. "Yeah, I guess it's not exactly going anywhere. And it gives you an excuse to have a coming-home party when we get back." Maximum parties. Jamie knows the real reason you jumped at the chance to move out, bro.

"Still, you have all this space to yourself." Even furnished, the rooms of the apartment are huge; Pride doesn't skimp on the rewards it lavishes on its moneymakers. "You're not gonna get lonely, are you?"

"I dunno," Maxxie says with a shrug. "Terry's already brought stuff over, so I guess he plans on being around a bit."

His enthusiasm about the whole situation is tempered a little bit by how overwhelmed he is. It's a big change, and he is anxious about being so far away from the rest of the band as well as all his friends at Pride, but it's not like he can go back on it now.

"It's not like I'm that far away, if I do get lonely."

Jamie bobs his head amiably, glancing around the huge apartment with feigned nonchalance. "So you're not like...gonna start avoiding us or anything, right?" he ventures cautiously.

Turns out the whole window-button-vs-Mario-Kart thing had some weight behind it. Who knew.

Maxxie frowns in confusion and concern, tilting his head at Jamie like he's wondering why he would think such a thing. "Course not. To be honest I was worried if I moved out I wouldn't see you guys enough, but it's not like they're gonna clear out my old room or anything."

He gives Jamie a reassuring grin. "I'll still crash there if I decide to get drunk after recording."

"I thought so. I just - wanted to make sure." Jamie gives him a small, relieved smile that's quite unlike his usual repertoire of awful teen boy shit-eating grins.

And then covers by saying, "But still, who's gonna get your pizzas when you're too high to answer the door?"

Maxxie laughs and shakes his head, looking out the window. It won't be a problem of course, seeing as pizza can now be delivered right to his door instead of the lobby of the building, but he raises an eyebrow at Jamie with a wry grin and says, "what, you mean you won't come all the way down here to do that for me?"

"Mm, depends on what you're willing to pay me for it," Jamie says, pretending to think very seriously about this. "I think coming halfway across town to take your pizza from the deliveryman and come into the apartment with it would cost you at least three slices. Maybe four."

"Then we'll just have to get more pizza," he says. There's a pause as his smile fades into something more reassuring.

"Seriously," he says, "I don't know how much time I'll even spend here, you know? It's just nice to know I have my own space to stretch out in if I need it. A space bigger than just my bedroom."

Well, more pizza is always a good thing, so that gets a grin.

And he does look somewhat placated at Maxxie's reassurance, smiling tentatively back. "Yeah, I guess it'd be kinda cool to have someplace else to go if you wanted. Living with people can be a pain sometimes. You didn't have any brothers or sisters or anything growing up, right?"

"No. It was pretty close quarters with mum and dad though..." Maxxie's smile fades a little as he thinks back on their flat. Something about it doesn't seem right, doesn't seem like it fits. Is that where he was living when he got signed on?

and the lights, they glow

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