Midsummer Bash

[puppy_lancer]

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.]

Comments

[pushedaround]

Mmff!

[ The Taurus enjoyed parties, so it's no surprise that he decided to butt in and invite himself to this gathering. While others enjoyed to mingle, meet new people, he seemed to be relishing on the food mainly. Which explains the slice of pizza in one hand, a piece of cake in the other, and a half-eaten hot dog hanging out of his mouth. Fuck you, no one can judge him. ]

Gamthee. If youf wan to geff someffonn to mfft you, you need to mff it the righff wayff!

[ Good luck figuring that out. ]

[hystericull]

[What had been an extremely artificial, instigative expression soon melted into an exasperated, toothy grin at the sight of his matesprit - or, what he thought might be his matesprit behind that wall of food. He tried desperately to retain his composure, but that hot dog was about to slip from between Tavros' teeth and plummet to the dirt, and Gamzee could hardly contain his laughter while picturing the look of disappointment that would surely follow that accident.]

[Coaxing Gamzee off of his lazy ass was no small feat, but soon the clown was rising to meet the brownblood, relieving him of having to carry all of that food. Initially, it was only his intention to hold it for him, but before long he was raising that piece of pizza to his crooked fangs.]

Motherfuckin' all take a look at you, bro. Ain't even gotta be having to get up and get my ask on of you to get your bring all on of the motherfucking sustenances...

[pushedaround]

[ Don't underestimate him. Tavros won't allow his precious treat to slip away that easily. He stopped talking when Gamzee offered his assistant, appreciating his helpful approach with a nod of his head, or- that's what he thought he was doing.

There's a lot of things he would tolerate, but stealing his hard-earned food is unacceptable. Without making a dramatic scene, Tavros snatched the slice of pizza out of Gamzee's bony fingers as fast as he could, he then rolled his head back and swallowed the rest of the hot dog in one breath. Surprisingly, he didn't choke on it. ]

It's good food. Even though it's not real and all.

[ He shrugs, turning over to his side in a way that allowed him to defend his meal if he had to. ]

And it's mine. So, you can't have any.

[hystericull]

[Hard-earned? He's fairly certain you obtained this stuff just by walking up to the concession table and picking it up - but, then again, Gamzee wasn't the first to protest an endeavor like that being considered hard work. His yellow eyes widened at the miraculous show that was Tavros swallowing his hot dog whole. If he weren't so distracted by his stomach rumbling and the sight of that pizza that had been snatched away from him, he might have considered the display quite hot.]

[However, seeing the boy get so defensive over a piece of fucking pizza was hilarious, and Gamzee's mouth spread to a grin as he raised his claws up in a predatory stance.]

To all what motherfucking extents be you all up and prepared to get your defense on of that wicked delectable, motherfucker?