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]

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.