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 Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 5:03 pm
For those wondering what Deryk had been doing up until now...  Up until he realized some drama was going down. "Wait. Wait. Waitwaitwaitwait. Why is Leon being traded? Clarice! Where are you taking him?!"
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 5:24 pm
Aleister was heading up stairs he was a bit late to the party but he paused when saw Leon being carried by Clarice. He paused staring, Was he even sure he wanted to finish going to the men's night out thing?
"Uh...." He wasn't really sure he wanted to know what was going on... maybe he should just go back to his room. Specially since it seemed Clarice was strong enough to carry someone else. He looked at the doorless room and back towards the stairs.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 5:35 pm
Giving Leon a friendly swat, Clarice happily agreed, "You're definitely not a princess." Giving a sage nod as she made her way to the door, she continued, "You're a fireman."
Turning at Derryk's question, she gave him a saucy smile and continued on her way.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 5:46 pm
"NOT A FIREMAN!" Leon barked back, division leader assistant or not, he could not take this lying d- carried over the shoulder. "Not a fire man, Boxer dammit. BOXER IN FIREMAN GEAR." he insisted and watched as they all waved him goodbye. expect for Deryk, he was going to remember that and not punch him for a week.
ok, half a week.
But that wouldn't stop him from clinging on to the door frame with no door. "You guys and your Nakama. I am going to punch all your lights out. ALL YOUR LI-"
and then caveman Clarice tried to show him up again in a battle of strength and succeeded in dragging him from the guy's party.
"Clarice let me go, i am not a fireman goddammit. STOP BEING DRUNK AND LISTEN!"
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 5:58 pm
"BYE DUDE!" Michael did not seem at all moved by Leon's protests or his threats to punch them all.
Instead, like Rep, he took advantage of the box being temporarily abandoned and pilfered himself some grog now that he was done with his pizza pieces. Time to stop being one of the few sober people left!
Popping the cap he took a satisfied swig from his first bottle. Mmmm, not half bad.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 6:52 pm
Jerry wobbled, reveling in the feeling of bliss at knowing his guitar was probably safe and more than likely being returned to him, and omg sweet, blessed blessed booze... he inched his way over to the box to examine the contents as well, "If... if... if... if the ladies are... are... are getting a fireman... does... does that mean... does that mean we ah... we get ah.... a prettydancinglady?" Maybe bursting out of a cake? That would be amazing. What he imagined: 
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 7:01 pm
Harrison got a very solemn understanding nod. The woman always started it, he understood, smirking as Leon was deemed a worthy sacrifice and hauled off, making his night even brighter.
He was just sipping one of his bottles when Jerry spoke up.
Rep gave the other man a very baffled look.
"..the.. the ******** would you want to ruin a cake with getting woman all over it?" he wrinkled his nose.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 7:05 pm
Jordan shrugged one shoulder at Leon as Clarice hauled the "fireman" away. "Room full of girls, possibly in pajamas, " he pointed out. If Leon was still going to complain about that, that was his own affair, so to speak.
The conversations were already getting interesting. Jordan leaned back in his chair and settled in with a faint smile.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 7:11 pm
Michael gave Rep a long hard stare at his woman/cake statement.
"...Youre not helping your not gay argument dude."
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 7:18 pm
Rep at this point was pretty drunk. Well, pretty drunk was probably a little bit of an understatement given how little he'd eaten pre party and the amount of vodka he'd chugged. The comment made him look around and glare at Michael.
"If ah.. if ah hadn't just given Marcus a fukkin' asskickin' man, I'd make you eat that snarky ******** comment. Cake is like.. delicious and s**t man. So ******** delicious." He looked lost in his own little world of cake for just a moment before he returned full force to his irritation from before. "Just cause I don't want some ******** skank draping all over it man doesn't mean I'm gay."
He waved a dismissive hand. "Ask any ********' health inspector. Unhygenic."
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 7:18 pm
Aleister peeked his head around the door after Clarice had carried Leon off. Looking curiously at the room he seemed a little unsure about this whole thing slipping in and glanced around.
He noticed Wilson and scooted towards the other hunter. "So.... why was Clarice carrying out that boxer guy?" He asked curiously. Hoping to maybe go unnoticed.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 7:25 pm
Wilson had been there the entire time, eating the last of his pizza and drinking even more tea while the other guys had been talking about…stuff he didn’t know because he hadn’t been paying much attention to them. It was only when Aleister scooted toward him that he finally shook out of his slight daze. “Oh, what?” He turned toward the others, who now talked about cake and dancing ladies, though he didn’t understand how the two topics were connected, if at all.
“Ummm. To be honest I wasn’t paying too much attention. I think they traded Leon for alcohol or something like that.” A dismissive shrug.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 7:39 pm
"...Where you watching the same fight we were?" last time Michael checked the a** whopping had been the other way round till Clare-whatever had dropped Marcus.
"And your priorities are the wrong way round man; the cakes making the woman finer not the woman making the cake better." he wasn’t even going to grace that skank comment with a reply.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 8:35 pm
Aleister frowned as he heard the answer, "Traded for drinks... isn't that a bit of a steep price?" He asked looking to the other hunter.
"Oh, were we ever properly introduced?" Aleister couldn't quite remember, "I'm Aleister." He added just in case.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 8:42 pm
"Well... well... well you're n-n-not supposed to eat the cake," Jerry blinked, a blush across his face and a dumb expression. "If anything... I think that just makes you... you... " He floundered a moment before giving a laugh and popping the cap on a fresh bottle of vodka, "a Pastryphile? A... a..." He snorted, "A cake-sexual." He might have been insanely shy and awkward when actually faced with the opposite sex or... any sex in general... but at least he wasn't a pastryphile.
He gave Rep a sad pat on the back. Poor guy.
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