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

[makeitright]

If anything you're smelling my farts, ya clod!

[Clod? Who the hell says clod? Fetch doesn't have time to think about that because she nudges Artolo in the side with her shoulder hard. She's competitive.]

[iitrebel]

I'll be smelling sweet victory in a second, bulgegulper!

[Don't question his awkward insults, he's busy trying to drape himself all across her lap in his own attempt to distract. It'd probably work better if he wasn't skinnier than a goddamn cat toy.]

[makeitright]

[Well at least his insult gets Fetch to just... slowly turn her head to look at him.

Which makes Bowser speed off the track in the next turn. Effectively putting her in last place.]

Fuck!

[iitrebel]

[And cue the god awful cackling as Mario speeds into second place.]

Score!