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Who: Priders! (Basically if you (or your friend, or your dog) has had a positive interaction with anyone from MANTICORE, consider yourself invited, dragged along or sent in someone else's place. And even if you haven't been invited it's totally fine to notice something's going on and show up or randomly come across this and stay!)
What: Genos and Squalo throw a Solstice dinner party. ~~Italian food for everyone!~~
When: December 21?ish (forward-dated a bit so it doesn't fall right before irl holidays)
Where: MANTICORE penthouse
Warnings: ~~MANTICORE~~ Squalo, Carnies, language, minors getting drunk, substance abuse, someone might decide to bone, idk.

[ Fuck the creepy shit, MANTICORE are aggressively throwing a Solstice party! Because why not, and who has the patience to wait until New Years? ]

[ There are locations/prompts in toplevels, but feel free to start your own as well. Generic timeline of the night would be: cooking, dinner, socializing with games and booze ~~and possibly other things~~, and a movie marathon into the wee hours of the morning for the ones interested. ]

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[He's playing around with his progressions more than necessary, and he changes it up between lines - it all basically fits, though, even if it shifts around. He seems entertained at the very least.]

I got 'ta go away...

This evening has beeeen...

So very nice...

Baby it's coold outside~

[Trucy is adaptable. She can follow his shifts pretty well.]

Been hopin' you'd drop in~

[She's even adding a few musical flourishes of her own. A few mistakes don't bother her in the least as long as he's having fun.]

I'll hold your haaands they're just like ice~

My mother will start to worry...

[He's playing happily, but then he starts to frown a little. Bleh. It's sort of hard to get into the zone for this part.]

My father will be pacing the floor...

[He sinks at the shoulders, his playing slowing a little. He tries to keep it together despite that, though it shows on his face.]

So really I'd better scurry...maybe just a...half a drink more...

[If drink means what he thinks it does he's probably had enough of that for the night! Geez.]

Beautiful what's your hurry~

[Uh oh. She can tell something is bothering Tiger. Maybe because families? When they were sick she remembers him saying something about his dad...]

Listen to the fireplace roar~

[But the show must go on. How can she help? Well, there is one thing she can try. Her playing has gotten better recently. She can really get an audience going these days. So she steps it up, trying to concentrate on putting a little solstice spirit and playful fun in the chords. Just trying to cheer him up a little.]

Beautiful please don't hurry~

Put some records on while I poooouur~

[He'd been so ready for a mood crash. He'd felt it coming on, just thinking about how little this song fits him, how he didn't have anyone like that waiting for him anywhere. But when Trucy chimes in, it makes him feel strangely warm inside, the tune sweeping him up in a way he hadn't quite anticipated.

His music seems to fall into rhythm with hers in a way that he hasn't quite managed to far. His face flushes into an even deeper shade of cozy pink.]

The neighbours might think...
Say what's in this drink...?

[Too appropriate of a question really, considering what's happening at a moment. But Tiger just giggles mid sentence, even as he keeps playing.]

I wish I knew how...
To break this spell...

[Except, in all honestly, he doesn't really.]

[There we go. Things seem more relaxed now, so she just sways in time to the music and enjoys herself.]

Baby, it's bad out there~
No cabs to be haaad out there~
Your eyes are like staaarlight now~
I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell~

[But she can't resist pausing for juust a second to ruffle his hair on the last line.]

I oughta say...no no no!

[Tiger actually...giggles? As she ruffles his hair, his 'no's become higher and more of a laugh, briefly breaking his composure. But then he keeps going.]

At least I'm gunna say that I tried...
I really can't stay!

[That's the spirit! It's the holidays! People should be happy. And good humor is infectious. She giggles a little herself.]

Mind if I move in closer?
What's the sense in hurting my priiiide?

[She adds an exaggerated eyebrow wiggle on that last line.]

Baby don't hold out
Ah, but it's coooold outsiiiide~

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