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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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Yeah -- yeah, it's just --

[ Wait. His nose scrunches in displeasure. ]

"Sharkbait"?

Yeah.

[Fetch tilts her head up to look at him.]

Sharkbait. Oo ha ha.

[Because that makes it sensible.]

[ FETCH PLS ]

No way. Nu-uh. Just "Shark" is enough.

[ But as he says that, there's something else rearing its ugly head in his mind. ]

[ More failure. A battle, a little fucking kid, water pouring over them endlessly. Floor disintegrating under his feet. Someone's ugly laughter. Falling, submerging in deep water... and a giant shark tearing into him. ]

[ He might look a little paler than before for a moment. ] Holy shit. Bad trip, bad trip.

[ He shakes his head to get rid of the lasting images. She's not wrong. ]

-- did Xanxus tell you that one?

[ he blurts, and he's already not sure why did he decide it would be that guy. Fetch was a creative genius of her own, right? Neither of them could have known about -- if that was even true. His bet is on the ugly cocktail of vodka and cocaine making an even uglier mix with JAWS. ]

Edited 2015-12-23 11:37 (UTC)

Fine 'Bruce' if that -

[She would have finished her sentence if Squalo hadn't started mumbling about losing it. She knew bad highs and by the pale color of his face, this was one.

So she was quick to try and reinsert some reality, even if it meant ignoring the movie.]

What, no. I've barely talked to him.

Not if you don't wanna be fuckin 'Sue' for the rest of your life.

[ At least he seems to be feeling better, though still shaken. ]

Hey, think it's possible to survive being eaten by a shark?

[ #askingtherealquestions ]

[Fetch ignores the jibe but is happy to hear it from him. At least it means he isn't feeling that shaken up. His question though...

It's bizarre and oddly specific. And it makes her think of her own bizarre and oddly specific questions she has for the world sometimes, which is why when she answers her voice is soft and contemplative. Like she's actually thinking about this.]

Maybe? I dunno.

Why?

[She's hoping he'll tell her something. Anything to make her feel like she isn't the only crazy person here.]

[ It's a bad idea. He knows it's a bad idea to talk to anyone he doesn't know well and trust about this. But he's also thrown off, and she sounds so goddamn genuine. Hey, he was supposed to be dead, wasn't he? What's the worse thing that could happen here? ]

Dunno. I just had the funniest dream that's happened to me. [ But that can't possibly be real, right. ] Remind me not to fucking drink and watch shark movies again.

[If this is what she gets for wanting to help then she is never going to be nice again. Fetch flicks his leg with a finger and gives him a look that's not as pissed as she'd like and more just exasperated.]

You're such an idiot. You're lucky you can cook.

[ WHAT DID HE DO?! He manages to fake a hurt look at the flick. ]

Heeey, I was serious! That kind of thing doesn't just happen in real life. [ quieter; ] ...does it?

[STUFF. THINGS.

Fetch rolls her eyes with the sot of fond exasperation one only gives to friends and - yeah she supposes they're friends at this point. It's not bad.]

How the hell should I know? I'm not a shark doctor.

[Or whatever those people were who studied the fuckers.]

[ He shared his popcorn with her. Or, well, let her steal it from him. Clearly that's a ~*bond*~. ]

Fine, forget it. [ A bit grumpily, he shoves some popcorn into his mouth again. Then he finally registers what she said a minute ago. ] Damn right, I can cook. Maybe I'll take requests next time. Could be fun.

[ "fun" yeah right. is Genos rubbing off on him because that's such a housewife definition of it. ]

[Friendship of the highest order. Fetch takes his 'maybe' as a 'do it now' though.]

Make me clam chowder and I'll be your slave for a week.

[It's a generous offer, right? But by her tone she doesn't take it seriously (who would) because the fish are escaping the dentist' office now and this is the best part.]

[ Damn it. That's... something he could make, though. Might need to look at recipes first, but. ]

[ The grin that flashes on his face definitely doesn't look good. ]

What kind of slavery are we talking --

[ But he seems to forget where he was going with that mid-sentence, and instead focuses on the screen again. GO FISH. That one fish is so smart... ]

[Fetch starts to roll her eyes and opens her mouth to respond when the movie distracts him. Good enough. Fetch is happy to stop paying attention to Squalo and start paying attention to Disney again.]

[ ALRIGHT THEN. They can hug in tears once it's over or something. ]

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