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

[hystericull]

Girl.

[He almost laughed again. It had nothing to do with her, merely the fact that she felt she needed to keep information from him, like he was some saint who would find whatever she had obviously done appalling.]

I'm fuckin' maybe being dumber than a motherfucking container of skip stones, but ain't not even that fuckin' lie be somethin' what'll pull no God damn wool over this brother's lookstubs.

You really fuckin' awful at it, you know?

So, spit it the fuck out.

[wrigurun]

[She lets out an irritated whine and hunches her shoulders up. The more she denied anything happened the more suspicious it would look. The last thing Wriggle wanted was for someone to think she did it out of malice. She spoke barely above a mumble]

I... I might have had to kill a close friend.

[And then she makes eye contact again and starts loudly defending herself]

It wasn't my fault though! I had to do it or else she would have turned into a monster and hurt more people and I know she would never forgive herself if she did!

I-it was for the best... right?

[hystericull]

[Gamzee only blinked at her after her confession. It wasn't as though she'd gone after her friend in a fit of rage, or tried exacting any revenge. It was a mercy kill, so why the fuck did she feel so distraught over it?]

[The look of slight confusion stuck to his facepaint, and after a moment of processing this revelation, he held his hands up simply.]

It ain't like she fucking dead for realsies. Who gives a shit's tit on dyin' in this motherfucking joint, anywho?

You act all like you ain't never killed no one before, hahaha!

[wrigurun]

I never have!

[The idea is clearly distressing whether she intended it or not]

I know she's not dead for real but I've barely talked to her since then. She's the only person left from my world and I don't want to lose her!

SO LATE GOMEN

[hystericull]

[Gamzee folded his arms over his chest. He was probably the worst person to ask about reconciliation. Or, maybe he was the best at it, considering how many times he'd screwed people over and still got them to forgive him.]

So... fucking talk to her!?

[wrigurun]

But what if she doesn't want to talk?

[The truth was Wriggle didn't really want to confront her about it either. Meiling hadn't remembered transforming into a monster so as far as Wriggle could tell it seemed like she'd just pushed her off the tower for no reason]

[hystericull]

[He folds his arms over his chest indignantly.]

Motherfuckers be gettin' their squawks all on at me when all I ain't be not fucking wanting to do anything what's like that shit.

If all they can be pressin' their motherfuckin' words on you, you got a God damn right to do the fucking same.

[wrigurun]

[She squirms uncomfortably where she sits. She can avoid it all she wants but the truth is that Wriggle is just too scared to talk to her about it]

Guess I can't really avoid it, huh...

If she doesn't want to be friends anymore do you think I'll still be able to fix it?

[hystericull]

[WHY HIM.]

Uh.

[He used to be good at advice. Back when his head was filled with miracles and holes. Now all he had left were the holes. He chewed his lip.]

Listen, I be all having motherfuckin' righteously slighted just about every motherfucker in this place what I give half a shit's tit on.

If all them bitches be finding it in themselves to get their forgiveness on at a brother, quite all fuckin' oversightly that all may prove to mother fucking be, I ain't seeing no way some other motherfucker be unable to get their good graces back going on at you.

[He shrugged.]

Ain't much room to be holding grudges for petty shit like what's that is, in this place, don't you fuckin' think?

[wrigurun]

... I don't understand about half of what you just said but I think I get it.

[As much as it pained her they really would have to talk about it. If Wriggle avoided her from now on then she'd start drifting away anyway. Might as well take the risk]

'M sorry for being such a wuss.