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

[sharktrash]

[ lbr it probably sounds hot as fuck to anyone who happens to overhear it. ]

There's a lot of shit that doesn't matter. Like manners. You want to upset your grandma?

[ Squalo obviously scowls at that. ]

Have you actually TRIED any of it, you piece of shit? My cooking doesn't need any fixing!

[variaboss]

My grandma could kick your ass! [ He's seems pretty damn sure of that, but he's also pretty sure Fonza wasn't his grandma. That he doesn't know who his granny is, if he even has one. ]

If you made this shitty excuse for goddamn sauce, I beg to fucking differ. But if you think it's so great, let's see. Let's see this amazing cooking of yours. Just don't be surprised that when it's shit I'm kicking you out of this damn kitchen

[ He seems to think he's actually going to be fed by Squalo or something. ]

[sharktrash]

This is MY fucking kitchen. If anyone's getting kicked out, it's you for being a dick.

[ But fine, fine. He wants spoonfeeding? He's getting some. Or, well, not quite. Because Squalo's forking one of those godly pieces of steak right out of the frying pan and shoving it into Xanxus' face. ]

[variaboss]

No way in hell anyone's kicking me out of anywhere. Don't even try it or we'll be adding stupid shark to the menu

[ But his eyes are lit up like he's 12 because that steak looks amazing. So so amazing. He leans in to take it off the fork. And what do you know. It tastes... there's just nothing like it. ]

Holy shit... I could fucking kiss you, this tastes so damn good

[sharktrash]

You wanna fucking go?

[ But, oh. That reaction. That just makes up for everything. Squalo practically beams, a smug smirk on his face. Hell yeah. He almost says 'of course I'd know what you like by now' but that makes no sense since they just recently met, right? So instead he opts for his usual mild harrassment. ]

Maybe later, big guy. I don't defile the space I cook in.

[variaboss]

[ He wants more of that damn steak now. Probably going to ruin his dinner but whatever. It's just too damn good to just have one bite and be satisfied by it. ]

You know I don't mean it like that, you thirsty fuck. How about you just give me the rest of that steak and we'll call it payment for fixing that sauce.

[sharktrash]

[ Yeees. Come for the steak, stay for the shark -- I mean. ]

Fuck off, you're not the only one here! One plate.

[ Since he does like his cooking being appreciated. But he also wants more people to try it, especially Ryuko - and while he's made sure to prepare a lot of it, some still simmering at the moment - that "the rest" sounds a bit ominous. Some people here could eat a lot. ]

[ He can definitely spare a plateful of it, though, which is where he starts shoveling it. For some reason. Why did he listen just now? ]

[variaboss]

[ It takes a lot for him not to smack the back of Squalo's head for mouthing off to him. He's starting to feel those urges more and more. The urge to just lash out when he's pissed or even slightly peeved or even just because he feels like it. But he keeps himself from it, at least this time. Next time though, Squalo probably won't be so lucky. Must be the steak. ]

Then one plate.

[ He'll just pile it on that one plate to make himself a little steak mountain. ]

think we can wrap this

[sharktrash]

[ He'll get a literal slap on the wrist if that mountain gets too high, but other than that Squalo will probably leave him be for the moment. There's more cooking to do, though of course colourful Italian phrases might fly back and forth until it's all done. ]