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scooterdude) wrote2012-12-20 09:43 pm
scooterdude) wrote2012-12-20 09:43 pm
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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.)
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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"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.
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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.
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He looked back at Yuudai. "Does any of that sound good?" Taro hoped that there would be something he'd like.