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He was teasing, not insulting, and it really wasn't any of Jordan's business, was it? Except that perhaps he should say something. Try to help. He'd decided not to be just the silent observer any more. But the moment had passed while he argued with himself, and now bringing the issue back up would just complicate the problem.

You think too much, Ferros said grumpily. Idiot.

Jordan sighed. Not arguing. He ambled after Bix, giving a friendly smile to the others he'd been talking to on the way past. "Party games?" he asked. "If anyone's got a desk chair with wheels, we could arrange hallway races." Possibly a stupid suggestion, but a neutral activity with physical effort involved might burn off some of the tensions starting to arise.

It. Was. SO. NOISY.

Petra's door was flung open, and a very large man in very small heart boxers poked his head out of the hallway, looking like he was going to bash someone's head into the wall.

Had Robert received the invitation? Sure. Had Robert READ the invitation? No.

"What the s**t, you guys." His anger melted when he saw the whole place was covered in toilet paper, and everyone seemed to be mingling all party like in the hallway. He was utterfly flustered, and somehow not at all embarrassed that he was standing there in nothing but his boxers.

He did, after all, look damn good in them.

"Who the ******** said you guys could have a party without me?" No one, Robert, they DID INVITE YOU. "Are there any brewskies? YO, SOMEONE TOSS ME A BREWSKY."

If this was a dry party, he was going back to bed.

Candace was used to noisy halls. She lived in a dorm at college where the idiots would have rolling-chair-broom-and-mop-handle jousting matches in the halls after going out and getting plastered at a frat party. It had taken awhile but she did eventually managed to tune out the ruckus out in the hall...at least temporarily. Eventually she grew tired of trying to sleep through it and got out of bed at the point where someone started yelling about brewskies, slipping her feet into a pair of fluffy white slippers she had brought with her and padding across the room. Once she was at her door she stepped on a piece of paper and paused to pick it up and read it. Oh...an invitation? Huh! Well, why hadn't she noticed this before?

The paper was tossed aside and she opened the door a crack to peer out into the hall. Wow. They really were having a party, huh? Candace pulled the door open the rest of the way and ruffled her hair a bit, looking around. So many people. Geeze. Why were they doing this when they could be sleeping? Didn't they know they needed to, you know, do that? She sighed, but then she spotted Robert in his boxers. They had...hearts on them. It was like something out of a cartoon. She snorted and laughed. HAHA! Nice!

"What's the matter, Robert? Someone punt you so hard your clothes flew off?" She called out with a grin. Like Candace was one to talk! Standing there in an oversized t-shirt, purple shorts and fluffy white slippers. She was totally dressed for a party. Why had she even gone to bed so early? Don't question it. She just did, okay?

Marcus had been ready to say something. Until one guys picked that moment to come out in his boxers. And a girl came out in...well- Marcus looked at them both, face going into deadpan. To Robert all he could say was, "This is a party. Most parties require pants. Unless it's those types of parties which it's not." He sighed as he looked at the boxers before looking away. Then he looked at over sized shirt girl.

And debated. Did he say it? "Also I'm going to hazard a guess you're not wearing a bra. While I can somewhat appreciate that, you might want to change if the party games begin." He dared. Looking away he accidentally saw Robert's boxers..again. Just where did this guy come from- Wait.
Wait.

Marcus looked at the door Robert had come out of. ".........................." His face cracked a smile. Then it kind of got bigger, until it was a grin. "....Now I see why you don't have pants. Very nice my friend. Very nice."

"MARCUS, DON'T ENCOURAGE IT!!!" Cass blurted out at Marcus, both of her hands still clamped over her eyes.

Davey gave Cassandra half a smile and half a shrug. "Army life," he explained briefly. And he only had the one arm to work out any more, so it was getting double the use. Not that he was about to bring that up. "Pretty sure they have a gym here somewhere, if you're serious about working out. Or there's plenty of stuff you can do even without equipment."

Cassandra didn't seem in bad shape, anyway. And a two part weapon would keep her busy just keeping in shape for both different types. "If you ever want to spar with your blade half," he offered. Not much he could do about the gun part, but surely one of their instructors could point her towards a firing range or have one set up for her.

Marcus received a similar offer as Davey shook his hand. "Yeah, we should train sometime. Find out if there is a gym here. Grab the other Moons, see where they're at." The others hadn't looked too bad on the day Caelius was handing out the team assignments. One girl, he remembered one of the guys making jokes about too many guys on the one team. Davey hoped that hadn't been Marcus, he could only recall thinking the guy was an idiot. Hopefully no one was going to try harrassing the girl in their team.

The lack of booze didn't bother Davey. He was used to being dragged along to bars with his army mates when they had downtime. But he was also used to months without, living off rations, water and the worst instant tea and coffee known to mankind.

The lack of clothes did faze him, either. But, as he looked to Cassandra, clearly not everyone felt the same. "Go find pants or a shirt, or both, for the girls if no one else?" he suggested to the new guy. "Some of them are probably still underage."

Idiot. Either the guy didn't realise he wasn't in a college dorm any longer, or he didn't care. Judging by the comments some of the other guys were making, giving the impression to even clueless Davey that it wasn't his own room the guy had come out of, probably the latter. He didn't seem to care about the reputation of whatever girl actually owned that room, or whether she wanted the hookup broadcast to every other Hunter in the building.

"Unless you're going to sleep in full kit every night, chances are everyone will be caught without pants for a fight at some point," Davey said to Leon. "As long as he's got his weapon close by, that's all he needs to be prepared."

Not that Davey approved of showing up mostly naked to a meet and greet party. But he wasn't going to judge the guy on any false pretenses, either. The lack of clothing - and lack of any hurry to go get some - spoke much more about the guy's lack of respect than it did about a lack of preparedness.

Marcus chuckled, arm arm swinging out and pulling Cass into his chest. "Look on the bright side, he'd not in a speedo, commando, and he's not some ugly frat guy." Still, Marcus gave Robert a look. A look of 'dude, come on, scoring or not, put some pants on'. Looking back at Davey he sighed and gave a half shrug. "I'd definitely be up for training. Free running made it a sort of requirement. When I stopped that is was just habit to work out, now it's just...Use it or lose it." His hand was still holding Cass, trying to comfort her. Stepping so her back would be towards Robert.

Looking at the other guy however, the one who mentioned booze, Marcus gave a half disapproving look. ".....I don't think we'd find any really. Booze makes people disoriented, it can form addicts, plus considering how they want to drill discipline into us, I don't think they'd have it around. Plus I'm underage, like Davey said. I dunno what laws still apply here, but...for my own sake, I'll stick to being sober."