Dancing All Night

[mindofathief]

Who: Everyone
What: A slumber party at the Observatory so the Heroes can experience something nice for once.
Where: Old Observatory
When: Night of May 12th - Morning of May 13th
Warnings: If your character comes, there's a huge change they'll catch the sickness from someone else who's infected but doesn't show the symptoms. Duster will have many regrets in the future.

[All those that had been invited to the Observatory tonight would see all the windows on the bottom floors lit up before sundown. Duster and Zelda had spent most of today setting up bedding and rearranging the furniture in preparation, and then Duster had to run back home to change into his new suit.

There were multiple rooms with lights set up. One has a corner turned into a makeshift stage where musicians could perform. Two had tables of food. Several rooms were left alone for partygoers to have private moments (Tamekichi suggested that). There was also a box of beer bottles as a sad attempt at a bar, with an empty bottle marking the area where party games were to be played, Spin the Bottle included (all that was Tamekichi's suggestion, too).

Duster greets the arrivals at the door with a soft smile, wearing a periwinkle suit, a white dress shirt, a red shit, and black dress shoes.]

Welcome to Club Ixen! It's time we had some fun.

Comments

[charming_jerk]

[Johnny looks Santa over, thinking, wondering why he was even playing this dumb game to begin with. He grabs one of the beer cans next to him and tosses it Santa's way.]

Yeah, okay. I dare ya to shotgun a beer. Ever do that before?

[21stcenturyguy]

[Santa hesitates. He's not nervous about drinking the beer. You can't seal a business deal in Japan without some beers. He just hates feeling uncool because he doesn't know the lingo and has gotta ask.]

What, you mean, uh, chug it? Yeah, I can do it. No big deal. 's a fuckin' lame-ass dare.

[No, he's not familiar with your city-boy party ways, Johnny. He's never done a real party before. Too busy for that kinda stuff.]

[charming_jerk]

[He grins. This'll be fun.]

Not quite, sassy pants. You don't open the top and chug it. You pop a hole in the side with a knife or somethin', and then chug it from there. Takes a little more endurance.

[And Johnny just so happens to have a pocket knife on him, too.]

I can do it along with ya. We can make it a race.

[21stcenturyguy]

Why the fuck would you do it like that? [Seriously, if this shit drips on his shirt and ruins it, he's gonna be pissed. Santa's fussy about his clothes.]

[He shakes his head. He doesn't want Johnny to think he's wimping out.]

Fine. I can do it whatever way. Bet I can bet ya, too.

[He's gonna need to borrow that knife, since he doesn't carry one. He's sure Johnny can use his monster teeth if he needs a sharp object for his can.]

[charming_jerk]

[Normally he wouldn't use his teeth for something like this, but he will now, in the hopes of freaking out Santa a little.]

Uh huh. We'll see 'bout that. On the count of three, then.

[He counts down, and on three he is on his can like a pro. He's done this a lot.]

[21stcenturyguy]

[Holy shit, he really did it? Who the fuck is this guy?]

C'mon, then.

[He pokes a hole and gets a nice frothy spray of beer to the face. Which is fuckin' fabulous, but he's not gonna stop to complain because losing will only make this worse. He gulps down as much beer as he can as fast as he can. It's different from chugging, and when he finally empties the can, he coughs and chokes. He's pretty sure Johnny's a fuckin' devil.]

[charming_jerk]

[Johnny is well practiced at this, though usually a night of shotgunning beers usually ends up with a bar in shambles and him kicked out the door. And that's on a good night.

He finishes it up like a pro, then crushes the can with his hand for added effect. He doesn't really care about winning this dumb contest, he's more interested in seeing how Santa handles it.]

Piece 'a cake.

[21stcenturyguy]

[Santa wipes his mouth on the back of his hand and scowls up at Johnny. His own can is already half-crumpled from his unconscious fist-clenching as he registers Johnny's smug smirk. When he sees Johnny crush his, he makes sure to crumple it extra hard.]

That's a fuckin' shitty way to drink a beer. You do that for fun?

[charming_jerk]

I guess it can be fun. More of a way to get fucked up real fast than anythin' else. Get the party started. If yer inta that sorta thing.

[He tosses his can away, and grabs another beer before plopping down.]

Just don't waste good beer doin' that.

[21stcenturyguy]

[Now it's a point of pride that Santa be able to do the thing, so he grabs another can. He pokes a hole in it with Johnny's knife and covers it with his thumb before he tosses the knife back to Johnny.]An' it's not like the beer we got here is anything special.

[The second beer he shotguns is less terrible than the first, and Santa's pretty sure he's gonna be sick if he does a third, so he sits back down and internally declares it 'good enough'.]

[charming_jerk]

[Johnny had planned to drink his the old fashioned way, but he was so entertained by Santa's moxie. He'll even join him in it, and pops a hole in the can and finishes it off fast.]

Atta boy. You're gettin' the hang of it. Maybe some day ya can keep up with me.

[21stcenturyguy]

Hmph. Don't patronize me, asshole. [He drawls it out, but there's not much malice behind it. He's just a little buzzed and waiting to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid like throw up or belch or something. Not in front of this guy, who'd never let him live it down. No way. He lets his eyes drop closed for a moment.]


'm sure you're a role model for the kids and shit, but I ain't in the market for an alcoholic mentor.