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Christmas Party!!

Who: EVERYONE!! Taisei sent out a mass text to EVERYONE IN HIS PHONE. And also just everyone he's seen in the past 2 weeks.
What: IT'S CHRISTMAS!!! And Taisei is throwing a party!
When: The Saturday before Christmas. Jiro and Taro get home at around 2 pm, party starts at 4 pm.
Where: TAISEI'S APARTMENT. Also, incidentally, Jiro and Taro's apartment. (They don't really know this is happening.)
Warnings: ALCOHOL. And mistletoe.

Taisei bounces up and down, which is a little bit of a hazard to everything around him since the apartment is barely big enough for a lethargic Taisei, let alone an excited one.

He can't help it though! He'd finally managed to get everything together for the Christmas party he'd been planning for MONTHS - well, weeks - well, at least the last week and a half or so - and it had all come together beautifully. There were snacks, and decorations that he had spent the last couple hours putting up (and had only broken one of them in the process!), and enough alcohol to tranquilize a couple elephants set up on their counter-turned-bar, so he really didn't see how this party could turn out as anything other than INCREDIBLY AWESOME.

Taisei was just beginning to consider heading back into his room and changing into his party outfit - it wasn't going to be a fancy party by any means (oh no, what if people wore fancy clothes, though? He didn't want anyone to feel out of place!), but he'd finally managed to find that new This Guy jacket in his size last week and he'd been dying to wear it ever since.

And then he heard the footsteps on the stairs outside, and the jacket was entirely forgotten as Taisei jumped up and nearly knocked over a bucket of fried chicken in the process. "Jiro's home!" he yelled, probably loudly enough to be heard from outside (or down the street.)

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Jiro stopped in front of the familiar apartment door, glancing back at his brother and their extra guest with a small smile. Turning his attention back, he unlocked the door and let it swing inwards, revealing Taisei's winter wonderland. From the lights, to the tinsel, to the snowflakes hanging from the ceiling, to the tiny Christmas tree overflowing with ornaments in the corner of the room, to the American Christmas music playing softly in the background, to the gigantic hoard of food and alcohol piled on and around their table and counters, to the mistletoe hanging over his bedroom (Why would Taisei do that? What, does he expect him to kiss his brother?) Taisei had pretty much gone above and beyond what he was expecting. He found his friend excitedly bouncing on the couch.

"Wow Taisei it looks really great!...but uh, don't you think it's a bit much for just a small party?" He looked over at the food specifically, which would be enough to feed the three of them through Christmas and well into the New Year. Not to mention enough booze to give the three of them alcohol poisoning six times over. Yuudai would be crazy if he thought he wouldn't be having any of it.

Taro squeezed into the room behind Jiro, leaving room for his coworker behind him to do the same. He glanced at the preparation Taisei set up, particularly the food, and glanced back at his roommate. "Tai, do we really need all that food?" He didn't think they could even eat HALF of that.

He moved further into the apartment, stripping off his jacket as he did. The jacket draped over his arm for a second before it was tossed through the open door to the bedroom. "Hey Yuudai, do you want to toss your jacket in here too?"

"Um, I'll actually keep it on," he mumbled in response, shoving his hands further into his pockets.

Yuudai didn't really want to be here - ok a small part of him did, but that didn't make the fact that he was actually here any less stressful - yet Taisei had made an notable effort to personally invite him earlier that morning. For the third time. He even gave Yuudai some change for the fare home, which he absentmindedly fiddled with in his right hand. (He fought back a smile by turning it into a crude pout, something a bit more familiar.)

So he guessed that yeah, ok, since he wasn't really doing anything tonight anyway he might as ... well. At least it was just the group of them, any more people and there might be a problem. He hadn't been to an actual party since, what, that one time in secondary school? He blinked the thought away, not wanting to bring up bad memories so quickly, and shifted in his spot at the doorway.

"Thanks!" Taisei said brightly, running over to reposition the mistletoe for the dozenth time. "And, uh, I think it'll be fine! I invited a couple other people, and I mean I don't know if all of them will come but I figured it was better to have too much food!"

After deliberating for a second, he hung the mistletoe above the entrance to the kitchen, then stood back and nodded decisively.

That done, he turned and bounded across the room in two strides and enveloped Yuudai in a hug. "Yuudai! Wow I'm so glad you came! I mean I know I asked you a bunch of times but you never really said if you would or not. I'm glad you're here~!"

"You invited other people? Who?" Jiro frowned and eyed the food again. He wasn't exactly ecstatic that people were coming over to his apartment that he didn't know about but against his better judgement, he was going to trust that Taisei was keeping it to people they were close with. Because there weren't really too many of those.

His mouth twitched as Taisei hung the mistletoe over the kitchen. He knew Taisei was all about love and he understood his true intentions were to get a childish giggle or two pushing people together under it. Nausea overcame him when the thought struck: Did Taisei invite girls to this party? Specifically which girls? He opened his mouth to ask but was interrupted as Taisei attacked Yuudai with a hug. So he just stood there, waiting for the moment to be over, face green and head spinning with all the worst case scenarios of just how bad "a couple of other people" could be.

Taro had just turned to look at his brother and saw his face turn green. Panic bubbled throughout his entire body and before he knew it, he was right next to Jiro. "Are you okay? Are you going to throw up? Let's get you to the kitchen sink!" He half-shouted at his brother.

He then proceeded to push- no, more like carry his brother into the kitchen. Taro had wet a multitude of paper towels and began dabbing all over Jiro's face. "Are you feeling any better? Let me know if you need anything!"

He didn't even have time to prepare for the sudden invasion of personal space, as Yuudai had been too busy pretending to be too busy on his cell phone - though he really should have known something like this was coming, this was ... Taisei. A squeak, followed by an intelligent string of mismatched syllables seemed to hurtle out of his mouth at a terrifying speed, and he tensed under the friendly and far too-excited touch.

"Y-You- n hhne--"

breathe damn it

"I-- eh mmh," he wrestled with the lump in his throat and tried taking a step back to give Taisei a hint. "Why," shit was that really his voice, "are you- you're hugging me, stop, stop hugging me-" His words came out a bit more malicious than intended but Yuudai needed whatever this was to stop as quickly as possible.

"Oh, sorry," Taisei said, stepping back and wilting a bit at Yuudai's harsh tone. He tended to forget that not everybody was as tolerant of his... energy as Jiro was. "I'm just really excited that you actually came! Because now all of Team Jiro is here and that means that this is going to be an AWESOME party and - "

Taisei finally took notice of the fact that Jiro had been dragged into the kitchen and was looking decidedly sick, although part of that might have been the way Taro was fussing over him. He stopped short. "Oh my God, Jiro, are you okay?"

Jiro crashed back down to reality when a moist paper towel smacked him in the face. He jolted and tilted his head away from it, looking highly confused at his brother. "What? Yeah, I'm fine! what're you doing?" He took his brother's arm and gently pushed it away, taking a step to the side.

His eyes flickered back to Taisei. "I-I just want to know who you invited to this party." He gulped, expression turning a bit more serious, "Everyone you invited." He was starting to think that maybe giving Taisei the benefit of the doubt was a bad idea. Better to get it over with now then see what...unexpected guest walks through their door later.

After removing his shoes, Yuudai retreated straight to the couch, hugging himself and still muttering about proper greetings and how violent tackles definitely did not fall under that category. He glanced at the time on his phone as a habit before sighing and settling down to eavesdrop on whatever was going on in the kitchen. It sounded like Jiro was making a fool of himself already, so that at least was worth listening to.

"Oh! Well," Taisei started ticking people off on his fingers, looking slightly uncomfortable. "I invited Chie, and her sister too I guess? And Jan! And, uh, a couple people from my work... And uhh." He was pretty sure there were other people he'd invited - wasn't there that guy at the fish stall the other day, who'd overheard him talking to Yuudai? - but he couldn't quite remember. And he was starting to get nervous about Jiro's facial expression.

It was just that he'd never thrown a Christmas party like this before, and it was so exciting that he wanted everyone to be here!

Besides, he hadn't invited that many people.

... Surely they wouldn't all show up, anyways.

(Taisei started preparing an extremely logical and convincing business-theory based argument for why this party was really definitely a good idea, seriously, Jiro, okay?)

"Well, what's done is done. At least he invited some people that we knew." Taro put his hand on Jiro's shoulder reassuringly. "Besides, some of them might not even show up. Let's just all take a deep breath and calm down." He looked between Jiro and Taisei, noticing Yuudai on the couch out of the corner of his eye.

He may have forgotten Yuudai was here. "Hey, uh, Yuudai. Do you want anything?" Taro moved into the living room, to face him better. "We can get some of this food ready, I'm sure."

Edited 2012-12-28 22:34 (UTC)

Jiro felt his stomach turn as Taisei confirmed that Chie was coming. On top of that, Mori was coming along to, who would undoubtedly get into some sort of bout with Taro by the end of the night. He felt his brother lay and hand on his shoulder. "Yeah...you're right. I'm fine, really, don't worry about it," he gave a small, nervous smile.

"I'm just going to er...go...get changed," he muttered, shuffling sideways towards the bedroom. He didn't really think clothes were all that important but Taisei did and it was a good enough excuse to get some space for awhile. Take some time to mentally prepare for whatever was going down tonight.

Yuudai's initial feeling of not being completely uncomfortable was quickly starting to dwindle. The guy didn't sound very sure of himself when he was prompted to list all the invited guests ... not that he wasn't allowed to invite other people, this was his party, Yuudai had just assumed it would be a small thing, like ... ok, he didn't want to think about last time.

But his ears still perked at 'coworkers.' Damn, this was going to be bigger than he thought. He might have to dip out early, tension was already starting to pulse through his veins and- oh hell no, if that bitchy lady shows up he's definitely walking straight out the door.

He managed to also dress completely not for the occasion. Not that ... he really cared. But. Everyone else was going to be getting into their fancy little party outfits and Yuudai was sitting here in a goddamn sweatshirt and ... He picked at the discolored patch of cloth that had been (lovingly) sewn onto his cargo pants and sighed.

"Uhh," he responded to Taro, regarding his question. "What do you have ..." He figured he might as well smuggle some food before ditching.

Taro looked closely at the food to see what exactly Taisei got. "It looks like there's some fried chicken. Uhh, some chips and dip. There's a bunch of little cupcakes." He honestly wasn't sure what Yuudai would like. All those years working with him, they never got lunch together. Really, they didn't hang out at all, save for that night of drinking.

He looked back at Yuudai. "Does any of that sound good?" Taro hoped that there would be something he'd like.

Mori scowled as she looked in the mirror of her boudoir.

"I understand that your," she shuddered. "...boyfriend invited you Chie, but you will not a, go near him. B, touch him, and c, look at him," she said, fixing up her hair into the usual fauxhawk. The angry lady raised an eyebrow and smiled. She looked awesome, but for no reason but her own. She don't need no man.

Chie hopped awkwardly across the room, pulling a heel onto one foot as she did so. "Oh, come on Mori," she sighed, straightening up and adjusting her dress straps. "It's Christmas! Lighten up a little, hm?"

With a casual swipe of her index finger, she added a streak of lip gloss and smiled at the mirror on the back of the bedroom door. Compared with Mori, Chie wasn't so much a dynamic knock-out as a cute girl-next-door-type. Despite the simple elegance of her dress, she'd made the effort to add a little silver sparkle to her eyeshadow, in an attempt to keep with the festive mood.

Glancing over her shoulder at Mori, she heaved a tiny sigh. Chie loved her sister dearly, and appreciated having a sibling who cared so much for her, but she wished Moriko was a tiny bit less negative towards Jiro. It had been a while since Chie had last had a crush, and she was secretly very excited to see Jiro at the party tonight. She pouted at the mirror one last time and wondered if she should put some lipstick on after all.

Mori looked back at Chie, glared, and crossed her arms. "Christmas is for couples and is totally stupid," she said turning back to herself in the mirror. "That's why I'm coming with; to supervise you and Jiro. I don't want to see you anywhere near that pitiful excuse of a human being. All men are pigs and are only out to hurt everyone," she paused, and looked towards the ground. Her mind flashed back to her ex-fiance, the panties, the screaming. Her voice softend. "I just care about you, being my sister. I just don't want you to get hurt."

Mori looked back at herself staring in the mirror. Her usual angry look disappeared, her face now in a twisted frown; her eyebrows slanted up, rather than down. She shook herself out of it. It was in the past and now she was going to toughen up. Men are stupid and she couldn't trust them.
"We're going to be late," she said coldly.

Edited 2012-12-23 05:10 (UTC)

"We are?" Chie glanced at her phone and gave a little start. "Oh gosh, we are!" Hurriedly she shoved the phone into her bag and swept her coat off the hook. "Come on Mori, we better go! Have you got the address - wait, never mind," she added, snatching the slip of paper from the sideboard.

She danced impatiently on the doorstep, buttoning up her coat as she did so. "Let's go!" As a last minute thought, she darted back in front of the mirror and gave her hair one last appraisal. It wasn't anywhere near as straight as she would have liked - even with careful blow-drying and straightening it remained stubbornly wavy - but she had to admit it looked quite nice down.

Ok. She was ok. She would be more than ok. It was time to go see Jiro.

"Mori, come on!"

Mori sighed heartily, and with a slight smile she groaned, "I'm right behind you, you look fine, etcetera, etcetera. We're not going to be all that late, just fashionably late."

She followed Chie towards the door and grabbed her coat and leaving it open. She rather enjoyed her outfit today, and she wanted to show it off. Mori stepped outside after her dear sister and locked the door behind them. She pulled out a cigarette and placed it gingerly between her lips, lighting it and inhaling the cool of the menthol. The cold of the menthol mixed with the cold of the weather blended into a smooth flow of ice down her lungs; exactly as she liked it.

Moriko couldn't stop thinking about the party that lie ahead. Taro was sure to be there, seeing as it was his apartment. At this point, she wasn't completely sure how she felt about the Sakana brothers and their pet pair of legs. She wasn't completely sure why Stems even bothered to invite her, even after the way she had treated him when they had first met. Given it was only recently men had become scum of the Earth when she met the guys, but she kind of felt bad.

She felt less bad about being ruthless to the brothers though, more so Jiro than Taro. Jiro was dating her only sister; the one person she could really be herself around. Mori had to make sure that her best friend and sister wouldn't go through the same bullshit she went through. Mori would be more than hurt if Jiro turned out to be one of those guys who only were seeking for a sex partner. Jiro didn't even seem like that type of guy, but then again, neither did her ex-fiance.

She took another drag of her cigarette.

Chie shivered in the chill wind, and glanced skywards. "I think it's snowing!" As she spoke, a single flake settled on her flushed cheek, disappearing instantly. "Isn't it festive, Mori?"

She juggled her handbag nervously from hand to hand, staring at the apartment door. It had been surprisingly easy to find despite Taisei's rather garbled directions - at least, assuming this was the right place. There was lurid tinsel taped all around the doorframe, however, and she could hear loud music emanating from inside, so she was pretty sure. Hesitantly she raised her hand to ring the doorbell, suddenly wondering why she was feeling nervous.

Quickly she glanced over her shoulder at Mori. "This will be fun! I haven't been to a proper party in ages!"

Again she raised her hand to the doorbell, and then paused. "What was Jiro's brother called again?" She couldn't remember, and she didn't want to come across as rude.

Exhaling the last of the smoke of her cigarette, she flicked the butt onto the street. "Yeah, festive," she groaned. She stuffed her hands into her hands into her pockets, internally loathing herself for even going along now. She didn't want to be around all these screaming losers, sitting all alone while keeping an eye on her dear sister. Please. She'd rather be sitting alone with her sister at home.

As Mori was lost in thought, it appeared as if they had arrived to the apartment; grotesque tinsel ghettoly taped around the doorframe. "Pathetic," she thought as Mori watched as Chie fumbled with the doorbell. "Yeah, fun," she grumbled.

"What was Jiro's brother called again," Chie had asked her. Mori's eyes glared at Chie. "His name is Taro, and he is one of the worst men I have ever came across on this Earth."
Getting frustrated with Chie not pressing the doorbell, she leaned in front of her sister and punched it with the side of her fist. That aught to do it.

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