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

[cullscuttlefish]

[She holds her hands up in a diamond shape.]

Pale-kisses only. I'm not messing with your red, and mine...

[...hers isn't there anymore. Her fins droop a little.]

[hystericull]

[WELL THAT... was surprisingly straightforward, and a somewhat premature gesture, considering everything he'd been pondering since the glamour failure. Which had happened to be a lot.]

[There was much to say, and most of it was just him trying to come up with ways to phrase what he was thinking to best coerce her into going along with his wishes. Incidentally, none of the times he'd ever planned what to say had gone the way he'd wanted them to. He worked best when improvising, so it was best that he wasn't taking this too seriously.]

[Well, how the fuck could he!? Look at this fucking ridiculous girl making these idiotic hand gestures and returning his generalized, instigatory advances with her own? It was pretty hilarious, and he always felt better when he found the humor in a situation.]

[So, he laughed, a little crueler than he'd actually intended (in fact, he hadn't intended it to sound cruel at all), shoving his index and middle fingers in the space between her hand-diamond, opening them like a pair of scissors and forcing the shape apart.]

[He grinned.]

'Spose I'll all be taking at what all a brother can motherfuckin' be offered.

[cullscuttlefish]

[Okay, so that laugh was meaner than Feferi had expected. So what? It didn't matter, after all.

She grinned back, after a second, laughing.]

Whale, go ahead, then.

[hystericull]

[Okay, seriously, he half-expected to get a green light after everything was said and done, but he didn't expect a fucking chartreuse spotlight blasting him in the face before he even had the chance to make his case!]

Shit, girl.

[This was too easy, but he supposed he could go over all of the shit he needed to say after the formalities were out of the way.]

[WAS HE SUPPOSED TO KISS HER ON THE MOUTH OR ON THE CHEEK??? What the fuck is the difference between a pale kiss and a red kiss he was never briefed on this in his life what the fuck was he doing.]

[He supposed a pale kiss was a red kiss without the implied "I-want-in-your-pants" aspect, so he'd try to modify it accordingly. His fingers closed around one side of the diamond he'd cut apart, pulling her hand down from in front of her so he had room to put himself in that space. Leaning forward, he didn't stop until the side of his fat nose was up against the side of her considerably smaller one, and his lips for once in his life were touching those of someone chillier than he was.]

[Was he supposed to close his eyes was it too late for that whatever he's going to do it anyway now.]

[get_bent]

[Kanji hadn't really planned on being this place at this time; after all there was a large space of area for all of them. But as luck...or chance would have it, he had wandered off to gather a bouquet of flowers for Naoto.]

[Was he being too cheesy? He wondered, as he had so many in his hands from the nervous idea of given them to her (he would probably never grow out of it) that he backed right up to Gamzee, pushing them even closer together, and causing a few flowers to fall on top of their heads.]

Shit, sorry! I didn't mean to do th-

[OH NO. Oh god. Oh man. Oh god oh man oh god oh man oh...he was out of there.]

...'scuse me.

[Screw his life in this tower.]

[cullscuttlefish]

[Oh, flowers! That was cute. A little too red, maybe, but cute --

-- until the apology. Which was still cute, kinda.]

Uh...it's okay? It's not that kind of kiss!

Sorry!

[...w e l p.]

[hystericull]

[It was an awkward flurry of thoughts at once, and Gamzee's head was spinning in a million different directions even before he got a fucking dumptruck full of fucking posies thrown on his head.]

[The force of Kanji bumping into his back had caused him to jolt forward against Feferi's mouth, clacking their teeth together awkwardly and making him jerk back to hastily counteract the motion. A snarl flew out from between his fangs as soon as he could turn his head toward the guy, who had already taken off across the floor.]

THE MOTHERFUCK IS Y--

[His face scrunched up as the realization hit him that Kanji was too far away to even hear him, and that his forehead was throbbing something fierce while trying to suppress his anger.]

[When he'd remembered that he wasn't the only one here in the shade, his eyebrows drew up, and he turned back to face Feferi with an expression made purely of unease and sheepishness.]

Uh-- sorry--

[APOLOGIES ALL AROUND!!!]

[cullscuttlefish]

[Feferi breaks out into giggles. It's okay, it really, really is.]

It's okay, Gamzee. I'm not mad, it was an accident. We're still good. Totally.

[hystericull]

[You know, it was a lot easier to talk to her when she was screaming her head off and smacking him around. ...He was pretty sure that said something about his people skills.]

Yeah, yeah, whatever.

[He looked briefly irritated, staring at the ground between them like it had personally slighted him somehow. Really, he was just trying to shake off the awkwardness that he couldn't really say he was usually accustomed to.]

Had all a lots of shit to motherfuckin' be saying on this.

...But now don't seem like the time.

["Never" would be a better time. He could go for never.]