Christmas Party!!

[scooterdude]

 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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[targo]

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!"

[blondweasel]

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.

[scooterdude]

"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?"

[otterfame]

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.

[blondweasel]

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.

[scooterdude]

"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?)

[targo]

"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."

[otterfame]

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.

[blondweasel]

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.

[targo]

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.