towerofanimus | Midsummer Bash

Midsummer Bash

Characters: Lancer, the people he invited to the party, and everyone else who wants to stumble in
Setting: Floor 25, July 5, afternoon
Format: Open
Summary: Lancer throws a party for midsummer, since the Tower obviously needs a breather.
Warnings: None so far.

[To be honest, Lancer wanted to have the party in the evening, sometime around twilight. That would have been the most romantic time for it. Unfortunately, when in the Tower, one had to account for things like monsters. As a result, he had to hold it during the afternoon. But it wasn't too bad of a compromise.]

[This was, of course, a more simple affair than Diarmuid's birthday. For food, he had hauled a couple of tables up here and lined the table with dinner food. The centerpiece was a cake which had a heart drawn on it in red frosting. In one corner of the meadow, he had used some boxes and tarp to make some sort of booth where people could hide from the sun (and steal kisses off of each other). In the center of the meadow, he had piled a large stack of wood, perfect for lighting a bonfire by the party's end. The structures had all been surrounded with wreaths made from the meadow's flowers.]

[As soon as he's done with the setup, Lancer will sit down next to the firewood pile, waiting for people to come.]

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[Nah, Gamzee is just like a parasite. Or herpes. Once you think you've gotten rid of him, he springs up announced and uninvited. It'll be all right, though. He's not in much mood to cause any large-scale catastrophes at the moment.]

[He eyes the man before him warily, before changing his expression and batting his eyelashes a bit.]

Got your ass all to stop, didn't it?

Stop, maybe, but not come over. And definitely not to kiss you.

[Don't you have any idea of subtlety, Gamzee?]

[Is that some sort of human junk food?]

Give a motherfucker a little time to be all gettin' at you to be fucking all warmed up to me, yo.

Kinda harsh to ice me out from the god damn get-go, wouldn't all you be motherfuckin' saying?

[He walks over a little closer so he can glare at the troll better.]

Next time, wait until they come over, and then start offering kisses.

[Gamzee narrowed his eyes antagonistically.]

Well, looks all like you were to fuckin' be up and coming the motherfuck over on a bro - so, like, now'd be all the motherfuckin' time for such inquiries about some smoochy-smacky favors?

...No.

[However, he does walk closer, and eventually plops down next to the troll.]

Look, let's start easy. Pretend I'm someone you want to kiss. I've come over and sat down. What do you do?

Uh...

[Was this really happening??????? Furthermore, this question was so straightforward it hurt. What other answer could there possibly be than--]

I say, "Hey, yo, motherfucker, how 'bout gettin' the righteous swaps of salivas on for a bit?"

[He reaches out to flick the troll in the head.]

That only gets you slapped. Be subtle, remember?

[Okay, he's got a fucking microchip there, that hurt like a damn bitch. After an instant of vicious snarling and jerking away from the trivial attack, said microchip assured that Gamzee was back to docile in a matter of seconds. It didn't help with the pain any, though.]

[His perplexed expression was swiftly reapplied, and he gave his head a tilt in confusion.]

But then ain't no brother or sister gonna motherfuckin' know what intents be scratching around all up in your damn thinkpan.

You don't ask them for a kiss right away. Especially not in those terms. You should try something like this.

[Lancer scoots closer to Gamzee, so that they're almost about to touch shoulders. He then leans over ever so slightly and looks at Gamzee with as earnest of a gaze as he can muster.]

It's a beautiful view today, isn't it?

[Gamzee is extremely unfazed by the loss of personal space. If he had his way, everyone would be up in each others' business at any time of the day or night. However, the sudden flip of the switch from "friendly advice" to "convincing adoration" was enough to make his jaw fall slightly in awe.]

Whoa...

[Confused himself whether or not he moved simply to freak the other guy out, or because he had actually fallen temporary victim to the "wooing", he leaned forward until the tip of his nose made contact with Lancers. Human skin was always so warm, and you'd think being surrounded by the creatures would mean the temperature difference would stop surprising him, but it never did. He placed his palm on the ground between them to keep himself from falling over in this precarious position.]

It fuckin' is now...

[HE'S GOING FOR IT, BRO!!! YOLO THE FUCK OUTTA HERE BECAUSE HERE COMES SOME CLOWN MOUTH ACTION - ARE YOU SWIFT ENOUGH TO EVADE THIS SAUCY MANEUVER!?]

[Lancer half doesn't expect the kiss to come. As a result, he doesn't duck. However, once their lips are on top of each other, he eases into the kiss. One hand grabs Gamzee's waist, the other his chin. He pulls Gamzee closer to him and tilts his head to make sure their lips can envelope each other's.]

[But he doesn't use tongue. Since, well, it's Gamzee.]

[Miraculously, Gamzee isn't in the sort of mood to be snogging, either. However, he doesn't spring back when the kiss is reciprocated. He holds it for enough time to get a good feel of human lips, because he's genuinely curious, before pulling away in consideration.]

Wh...

[His eyebrows furrowed, and he shot Lancer an accusatory glare.]

Wait, who all was the motherfucker to up and do the fuckin' wooing just now!?

...I was trying to teach you how to woo someone.

[He wipes at his lips.]

You were the one who wanted to work backwards from the kiss on out. But for the record...B rank for the kissing. You pass that part since it wasn't too bad.

Whaaaaat!!!

[He twists his mouth up into an angry scowl, lifting his hands defensively.]

Your grading scale be all needing a fuckin' tune-up, brother.

[He tsks his tongue.]

You didn't get a good buildup for it.

[He tsks back.]

You all did the motherfuckin' buildup! The fuck was that "beautiful mother fucking day today" shit!?

[When he repeated Lancer's previous line, he did so in a crude mockery of the man's voice.]

Barf me the motherfuck out, yo.

Yeah, but that's not supposed to be the only thing! It happens in steps! And there's a special sort of build-up you use right as you kiss!

[Here comes a Grade-A Teenage Eyeroll (TM).]

How the fuck you be knowing it be all what's the shit what's motherfuckin' required to get your mack on?

Fuck, I ain't got so much stipulations when another motherfucker wanna be playin' throatstick puckshoot.

Because I've kissed a good number of women before. You can say I'm a bit of an expert when it comes to this. And didn't I already say that at this rate, nobody would be willing to kiss you?

A good motherfuckin' thing to be learning, and such is a thing what I be gleaning from all this illest of vacations in the bloodlusty miracle what this tower all is--

[He shrugged his shoulders simply, far too tired to argue.]

--don't be believin' people if they ain't the ones all up and tellin' you the shit for themselves.

[He grinned.]

If you ain't keen on swappin' the righteous spit with a motherfucker no more, it be your fuckin' loss. Off the list with your ass and on to the next.

...Look, do you wanna be a good kisser or not?

[Lancer can only half-understand the profanity-laced dialogue, but if this guy wants a contest of stubbornness, then Lancer will match him.]

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