b u o n e ~ f e s t e

[sharktrash]

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.  ]

Comments

[blindfoldcode]

[She glances away. Takes a deep breath. Closes her eyes.]

They do that now. Since the party.

[tigermillionaire]

[Tiger swallows, and nods. She's probably safe here, anyway, but...he doesn't want her to get in trouble anymore.]

I know how you feel.

[He pulls at the hem of his shirt nervously.]

[blindfoldcode]

[Well that's a troubling answer.]

Why?

[tigermillionaire]

[He shakes his head.]

I don't wanna talk about it right now.

[blindfoldcode]

Are you okay? [There's another flash of red because she's earnestly worried about him.]

[tigermillionaire]

Yeah...I think so...

[His cheeks flush a little - he's still pulling his shirt down unnecessarily.]

I just have to keep something secret.

[blindfoldcode]

[She tugs on his hands, just to pull them from his shirt. Stop being obvious.]

I'm always around, kid.

[tigermillionaire]

I know.

[That much she has made clear. He doesn't doubt it for a second.]

We can talk about it later, okay?

[blindfoldcode]

You got it. I'll tell you about this, too. [Her eyes.

She can't help it though. She goes for a very tiny, not very messy hair ruffling.]

[tigermillionaire]

Okay, deal.

[He brightens a little. Something about him being happy seems a lot more natural on his features than sadness or anger.]

[blindfoldcode]

[This is so much better than smacking her hand away. She stand and stretches.]

But no more alcohol. And if someone tries to get you to, tell them I said I'd steal all your makeup.

[tigermillionaire]

[He still smiling, though more sheepishly. He rubs his arm.]

Okay, I guess...

[With the tone of 'he doesn't really see why that's necessary but he'll go with it for you.]