Once you party with us

[knightime]

Characters: Dave Strider, the loser Homestucks with birthdays in December, Naminé, and everyone else who's in the Media Room at that time.
Setting: Media Room
Format: Either
Summary: Party in the media room. Look at all these stupid kids who have birthdays in December.
Warnings: Teenagers are dumb. Stupid shenanigans.

It wasn't really a proper party set-up. There were no decorations or anything that would signify it were a party. Dave didn't really have supplies or time to make anything and he wasn't really around to even plan anything in the first place.

Jason didn't really make it any easier by giving them only foodbars and water for this month either.

But he did try. He made those shitty paper ringlets to hang and he taped really crappy drawings of balloons to the walls. An attempt was made and he thinks his balloons are pretty fucking awesome anyways. It was a little sad. The list was a lot shorter than he anticipated. He ignored that nagging thought though. He didn't want to recall that a lot of his friends had left while he was gone.

Yeah, pretending that isn't a thing that happened.

Too busy admiring his really shitty attempt at birthday decorations.

Damn, he even made a cake. Ok. It wasn't really a cake. He mashed nutrition bars into a bowl with water and attempted to bake it. That...that didn't actually really come out like he hoped. Mostly, he put it in too long so the outside was completely burn yet the middle was still a really gross mush. No one was probably going to eat it. But it's the thought that counts...

It's a really gross fucking cake.

Obviously though, he should be in charge of birthdays all the time. "Fuck, I'm amazing at this." No, Dave. This is pretty shitty and you know it. You tried though. You tried.

[[OOC: Feel free to threadjack and mingle!]]

Comments

[hellacious]

[Ah.

Not her Dave.

Granted, it wasn't easy to tell- or it wouldn't have been, if she hadn't seen that subtly tense stance and the split-second hesitation before. She doesn't let it put her off though, and just smirks a little wider when he comes up to her.]

Please.

[Her hands settle back along her pockets, thumbs stuck into belt loops and shoulders slouching in an approximation of relaxation. Internally though, she's wondering just how much she must be weirding him out. Probably about as much as she is by all these Players being present, honestly.]

Ain't a party til I walk in.

[A very obvious and very Strider brushoff of the situation, trying to dispel the awkwardness with sheer willpower. When in doubt, pull the 'cool and unaffected' card.]

[knightime]

[Dave scoffs a bit. He forces himself to try and relax in her company. He'll slowly figure things out about her without being too blatant that he has only a vague idea of who she is by assumption.]

Excuse you, but you ain't the only person who knows how to party. Sorry to say, but this Strider is in the know of how to rock a party.

[Even if the decorations were juvenile and the cake he made wasn't really a cake. He tried and at least people seem to appreciate his work.] You better amp up your swag if you intend to become the life of the party.

[He is trying very hard too.]

[hellacious]

[What was that? Was that the clarion call of...]

Challenge accepted.

[She tips her cap up with a finger and leans down a little, smirking.]

But when you get out-swag'd and out-partied, just remember- you brought this on yourself.

[knightime]

I set up the party. I don't think you realize how out of your league you are.

[It's not the best party, but he still set it up. He is so proud of himself.]

Regret nothing.

[hellacious]

Oh snap, you put up this big shindig all by yourself?

[It's not the best party, no, but she's undoubtedly proud of him for even managing this much on his own in this place.]

We'll see about that. Any music around?

[knightime]

Well, yeah. Someone had to do it.

[And he's been here the longest.]

Welcome to the Media Room, where there's plenty of shit in here to keep you preoccupied. [Like the turntables. He motherfucking loves the turntables.]