LATE PARTY BECAUSE I SUCK

[poisonedfear.livejournal.com]

[After being 20 years younger for a few days, Fear was naturally confused upon waking up and remembering everything that had happened the past three days. He remembers going out to drink with Alek, introducing himself to Pain, and... calling his wife a loud mouthed crazy woman and eating an octopus in front of her. Er, oops. He wonders how she is now; he hasn't been home since he first walked into the room, and last time he saw her she was... not in her right mind. He also remembered that yesterday was supposed to be the day of their party, but seeing as neither of them were in the frame of mind to throw a party... it would have to be today.]

[So instead of going home to his wife like a good husband, he has apparently decided that setting up the party is more important. At least in his defence, he's hoping to surprise her; and he doesn't think she should have to haul ass trying to set things up.]

Aqui vamos nós...

[After a lot of hard work, a few hours later things are almost ready. There are buffet tables on every side of the room, piled high with every kind of food imaginable. In the center table, a huge cake large enough for a grown man to sit inside is sat; of course, there's no actual man in the cake sorry LB but he'd eat it from the inside out. It is decorated with spiders and katamari balls made of icing; because putting icing-octopi on the cake would have been a bit silly, right? Outside the room, Fear is now busy putting up a sign to indicate that the party is over here;

JOINT BIRTHDAY PARTY HERE.
LOTS OF FOOD, MUSIC AND ALCOHOL.]

((Ffff sorry this is late, lover D; But yeah... food and drink and other party stuff. Use your imagination, I'm sure anything and everything goes in here. Feel free to add games and such.))

Comments

[hall-patrol.livejournal.com]

[He smirks.]

I think I like you better as younger. We speak almost same.

[Of course he's not going to let Fear get away without being teased about that.]

[poisonedfear.livejournal.com]

[He grins, putting a hand over Alek's mouth teasingly.]

Hey, come on, I'm not that mean to you about it~

[hall-patrol.livejournal.com]

[He bites at the hand before wrapping his fingers around Fear's wrist and pulling it away.]

You are right there mean because you think it is insult say you talk like me!

[poisonedfear.livejournal.com]

Hey, come on. I think your English is adorable.

[He sticks his tongue out, before turning to take a slice of cake.]

[hall-patrol.livejournal.com]

Adorable?! I need it be serious for intimidate THE ENEMY.

[He goes back to his own slice, leaning back against the nearest wall.]

[poisonedfear.livejournal.com]

Well I'm not the enemy, am I?

[Om nom nom cake]

So it doesn't matter what I think.

[hall-patrol.livejournal.com]

No, not anymore.

[He eats the cake too... mmmm.]

Fine, think what you want think. Just do not spread dangerous ideas.

[poisonedfear.livejournal.com]

I won't tell anyone how I love your bad English, then.

[He flicks him on the nose with a smirk.]

How's the cake?

[hall-patrol.livejournal.com]

Then I will not tell anyone how bad was your English.

[He dips his finger into the frosting and licks it off.]

Good. You use tasty cream.

[poisonedfear.livejournal.com]

Much appreciated.

[He grins.]

Yeah, it was the best stuff I could find in the kitchen.

[hall-patrol.livejournal.com]

Very good. You show me one time for when I want make cake.

[He turns back to the table for a drink. His eyes stray to the alcohol before his mind reminds him that's not a good idea now. He goes for some cola instead.]

You have fun at party?

[poisonedfear.livejournal.com]

Sure thing~

[Fear goes for the alcohol anyway, despite his awful hangover earlier.]

I'm enjoying myself, yes. How about you?

[hall-patrol.livejournal.com]

Yes, it have good atmosphere.

[He leans in close while Fear is pouring his drink and whispers.]

How thing are with LB?

[poisonedfear.livejournal.com]

I haven't told her...

[He looks over to where she's chatting with Chinaman.]

I don't want to ruin the party for her.

[hall-patrol.livejournal.com]

That must be for best...

[He sighs, tapping his fingers on the side of his glass.]

When you are going to tell?

[poisonedfear.livejournal.com]

You think I should tell her at all?

[He looks back to his own glass.]

I meant what I said... you know, about how I don't think it was the room that made me act that way. I can't speak for you... but either way, our friendship won't go south because of this, right?

[hall-patrol.livejournal.com]

I guess it is your decision but this place will probably find way make you tell eventually. She always seem to forgive you anyway...

[He fidgets a little, face reddening slightly at his words.]

No, of course not. I... meant what I say too. But I will have to tell Claude...

[poisonedfear.livejournal.com]

She does...

[He also flushes slightly.]

I'm... sorry if I've made things awkward...

[He didn't have many friends here; and he couldn't remember having a best friend before, not counting his unit. He didn't want to lose it.]

[hall-patrol.livejournal.com]

No, do not apologize.

[He places a reassuring hand on Fear's shoulder.]

We will work something out, eventually. I will not leave you to anything alone.

[poisonedfear.livejournal.com]

Thanks.

[Without thinking about it, he pulls Alek into a hug.]

I appreciate it.

[hall-patrol.livejournal.com]

[He returns the hug, giving him a tight squeeze. Alek's worried for both of them, honestly...]

[poisonedfear.livejournal.com]

[He's also worried for the both of them. He didn't want Pain or LB trying to separate them again.]

We should go sit down.

[hall-patrol.livejournal.com]

[He nods, pulling away from the hug and grabbing his soda.]

Where you want sit?

[poisonedfear.livejournal.com]

[He grabs a bottle of vodka, and his glass, looking around. He points to a table in the corner, hoping they can talk about things without having to whisper.]

Over there looks good.

[hall-patrol.livejournal.com]

Okay.

[He makes his way over to the table, checking to see if anyone's watching. Seems the coast is clear, so he takes his seat, sipping at the cola.]