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I won't pretend that I intend to stop living

Who: erryone in Pride
What: recovering from the events of December 7
When: late December 7/early December 8 - ???
Where: Pride HQ and wherever else they're allowed to go
Warnings: ~~Carnies?~~ references to I Will Twist the Knife

So maybe you've just gotten back from the most mellow kidnapping ever and you're itching to tell your bandmates about what went on with the cool helmeted guys while everyone else was at that stuffy party. Unfortunately, you'll have to wait a little while to tell them, but that's okay - surely you can keep yourselves occupied until everyone else returns.

Or maybe you're one of those who wound up at that party of Naomi's, and your night was a little less fun. Now you're back at HQ, possibly with mended physical injuries and almost certainly with a few new psychological scars. Now's your chance to check in on your friends and bandmates who missed out on all the trauma and deal with things as best you can.

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[ He looks at his drink and then at the other man ]

You know, when I was a little boy, I was called something like that. Figlio del diavolo. The Devil's child.

[ It's strange that he remembers that. He knows why too. He remembers that part as well. About the red eyes he has and a strange memory of flames. ]

Maybe I am. With all the rumors about all the devil worship going around, what's one more.

[ He raises his glass ] Hail Satan. [ Then he laughs, that evil toddler laugh. ]

Okay, you're fucking with me.

[Curling up like an awkward bird, Artolo squints at Xanxus.]

There's no way that happened. You're just fucking with the tabloids if you say shit like that.

I'm being damn serious. If I was fucking with you, there would probably be actual fucking going on. Which there's not, so...

[ He downs his drink. ]

That totally happened. I mean makes sense right. My family disinherited me cause I got into rock, so why not some fun ass nickname.

Maybe they wouldn't have done shit like that if you'd gone into, like, classical.

[The idea of which is moderately hilarious, he won't lie.]

Put on a tuxedo, asshole.

[ He smirks and swirls his drink a little ]

I was going to. I was going to be an Opera Singer. That's what the old man wanted anyways. Had auditions for the Met and a bunch of other places lined up too. But then I went to this concert and I was just blown the fuck away. I knew that I had to play rock. I had to.

And fuck no. No monkeysuits for me. You can't pay me enough to get me in one of those. I mean christ, have you ever tried to tie a bowtie? It's a fucking noose waiting to happen, man.

So you just go around shirtless instead. In fuckin' winter and shit.

Exactly. Besides, I wear coats. I've got more cowhide than a rodeo. So I'm not totally walking around shirtless. Can't make sticks like you too jealous now can I.

Oh man, suck my balls. Sure, you got great tits, but you know what? [Leaning over and almost falling over, he leers at Xanxus.] My mouth is ten times better than yours.

No thanks. Not into giving. So yeah, your mouth is better. Mostly because I don't suck cock. I'm sure you can just go ahead and enjoy that for me though. Knock yourself out. I'll just be here, enjoying my drinks and giving people a nice pass to the gun show. [ He totally flexes at that. ]

Hoooooooly shit. [A disbelieving cackle.] What kind of douchebag uses the fucking phrase "gun show" seriously?

This kind of douchebag. [ Just going to point at himself and proudly admit it. Besides, he does have some serious guns there. They've even been featured in some rather...questionable journalistic pursuits. ] Now shut up and enjoy your booze or I'll drink yours too.

Noooooo! [With that overdramatic whine done with, he slumps into his seat and lazily kicks at Xanxus with a quick down of his booze.] Besides, don't you have enough in your penthouse?

Never enough. There's not enough booze in the world for me. But I do what I can. I don't know how they keep up with me, but somehow no matter how much I drink, in a few days, they restock me.

[ It's like they're trying to keep him drunk. Like keeping his drunk keeps him more manageable or something. ]

But hey, free booze, so I'm not about to bitch.

Well, maybe if they know you can't get drunk for shit, they don't care how much you drink. It's not like the booze will be the reason you throw furniture out the window or something, yeah?

No, it won't be the booze that causes that. I do that shit sober. Besides, I only trash hotels. Don't shit where you sleep and all that. [ Also, he's been trying hard to mostly behave himself. The alcohol keeps him pretty agreeable. ]

And has your ass even stayed in a hotel lately? Or do you just rent rooms to fuck them up?

It has. And I rent rooms not to fuck them up but to fuck in them. Since I ain't bringing my partners back here. Fuck that noise. Banging them in a hotel is the way to go.

[ That and one of them really can't come here. He doesn't want Ryouta to get killed cause Santiago got a bug up her ass for him bringing a guy from a rival label home to bang. ]

Fancy hotels, or are you the kind of asshole to do it in a motel?

[He needs to know, for science. Or some shit.]

Like I would go to some shitty motel. I won't fuck someone with roaches getting their voyeur on. I have some class. So, if I'm banging someone, it's 3 stars or more.

[ Or alleys behind bars, or bathroom at basketball games. You know. total class act over here. ]

Class from the guy who avoids shirts? Yeah, whatever, ha. I don't think you know shit about class.

I know a lot more than you do. Unlike you, I grew up with class. I just choose not to. But if I wanted, I could be the classist fucker in this entire building.

Class if for bullshit anyway. [More drink for him, don't mind if he does...] Like, who really gives a fuck about it anyway?

[ Enjoy them while they last. Because he's utterly planning of drinking the whole minibar ]

Not me, that's for sure. But I'm sure some chicks dig it.

And they probably leave the second you open your mouth.

Na. They stay. Chicks dig badboys. I have never had anyone complain.

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