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

[iitrebel]

Ow fuck-!

[You'd think he'd learn...]

[He's grabbing some of that long hair in retaliation, Squalo, fuck you.]

quality rp

[sharktrash]

[ HISS ]

Let go!

[ SMASH SMASH SMASH ]

i mean we're nothing but quality over here right

[iitrebel]

OW- SHIT- FUCK YOU-

[Are they going down to the floor now as Artolo tries to use his new hair leverage to his advantage? If all goes according to plan, yes!]

[Tamara must be so embarrassed at her asshole children.]

absolutely

[sharktrash]

THAT'S WHAT YOUR MOM SAID LAST NIGHT--

[ shiiiit, down they go, tumbling right under the table probably. so much second hand embarrassment. meanwhile Squalo will be trying to headbutt him. ]

[iitrebel]

DON'T YOU TALK ABOUT TAM LIKE-

[oh wow fuck that sure is a headbutt! It must make him see shit, because, for just a moment, he could swear it's all gray skin, candy corn horns, bared fangs- ]

[But then, nope, it's just some long haired douchebag. The fang idea is something, however, and he immediately tries to drive his teeth into whatever part of Squalo is nearest.]

[sharktrash]

FUCK OFF, THAT'S MY MOM TOO!!

[ Fangs are definitely not a bad idea, though it's easily stolen. Squalo yelps at the bite and then tries to sink his teeth into the arm that's holding onto his hair. ]

[iitrebel]

[Artolo's indignant answer is muffled from all the flesh in his mouth, and not the good kind either, but rest assured. It's indignant.]

[By now, everything is just a tangle of bad decisions as he tries to use one sharp elbow against- Squlao's ribs? Probably his ribs. At this point it's such a mess he might be elbowing his own ribs, Artolo as no idea which way is up. Shit. They need an adult.]

REQUESTING THE FUN POLICE INTERFERANCE (AGAIN)

[sharktrash]

[ Well now I'm curious... ]

[ It hits somewhere in his side and he tries to reciproacte with a knee to the groin, but there's no telling where it's going to hit. They'll probably roll out from under the table now. ]

[scalpedsociety]

[Guess who is grabbing the THE BOTH of them from under the table, with a surprising amount of strength of a woman her size.]

What the hell is wrong with y'all!?

[iitrebel]

[Oh shit.]

[Artolo yelps as he's suddenly pried from Squalo from one very pissed off pianist.]

He started it!

[sharktrash]

[ YEP. OH SHIT. ]

[ Squalo wastes no time to straighten up the best he can in her grip and point at Artolo, their voices practically in unison. ]

He started it!

[scalpedsociety]

[If Tamara could facepalm at both these assholes, she would.]

I believe the both of you.

The both of you go to far sides of this penthouse. NOW.

[iitrebel]

Aw man...

[Fuck his life. Artolo slumps in her grip, already having surrendered to this fate.]

Dibs on east side.