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

[puppy_lancer]

[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.]

[hystericull]

[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!?

[puppy_lancer]

...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.

[hystericull]

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.

[puppy_lancer]

[He tsks his tongue.]

You didn't get a good buildup for it.

[hystericull]

[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.

[puppy_lancer]

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!

[hystericull]

[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.

[puppy_lancer]

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?

[hystericull]

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.

[puppy_lancer]

...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.]