ode to thee, nineteen! [eon/wander/enzo]

"And then bam -- Boat House Party!" 

Well, almost, there's balloons and tiny little fruit punch cups. Lorenzo's never really thrown parties, a little preoccupied with the whole trauma situation of dying and then undying, but he's been blowing up yellow balloons all morning. The banners and lights have been up for a while, Beck helped decorate a little before Lorenzo had to move in for work. Which is also a whole new experience, the only thing on his resume so far is being Mace's kid, and Kieran's brother, which are pretty much the same job. 

Oh, and also Quinn's brother, that's a big part- wait, Quinn's uncle? Technically both, yeah? Either way, babysitting, it's been nice for him to step away and enjoy his time with Wander and Beck. Wandering (hehe) around district four, it's insane the way life opened up. It was only ten for so long, and then nineteen comes around and it's four and five and the other nine districts-- the capitol, this boat. 

"Wander!" He says, he left the door open the whole time with the radio going. The boat's been docked around still waiting for that start date, so for now it's just a house. His house! And it's nice to see ver, banjo music playing over the small little casette set he took from ten. "Ayy- that shirt is so cool by the way- but ayy!" He waltz over, bobbing his head and dancing around the boat, "ya like the decorations? Took me way too damn long to blow up the balloons, sucks Eon can't see em over the phone." 

But, y'know, technology. Can only do so much nowadays. 

He picks up the glass of punch off the counter, doing a little spin before facing Wander again, "he should be near his phone soon! I was gonna let you call him because ya know-" birds of a featha or whateva. He had never been too close with Eon, cool dude and all! Trauma brothers, he's Wander's friend and Wander is Temple's friend and Lorenzo is Temple's friend-ish, so, y'know! 

Honestly, he's just eager to check up on him. Lorenzo's changed a lot since he was thirteen and Eon no doubt has too; he ushers his hands over to the telephone between the 1 and 9 balloons hanging over it. Just in case they forget! Two birds one stone, but it's two different feathers? This analogy got lost along the way, "nineteen baby! Oh, here here, I've got those annoying party blower things too." 

He's almost nervous, like he's guilty for not keeping up with Eon. Party horns and hats and brownies, "we can't be late though! We've gotta be fashionably early so," he's talking over his shoulder, rambling to avoid thinking about anything. Thinking's not his forte, nor phone calls, but bam- Wander! Ve's great at at least one of those things. 

"Without further adooo~" the number's preloaded in the phone, whatever number Eon left over the few written letters they sent back and forth. Contact info, time and place and blah blah, party! 

"Unless you're not ready, then it's party time!"