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it's not a nude party but there's no rules against taking your pants off too

in which everyone is required to take their damn shirt off because reasons
that's really all there is to this party so just take it off ladays and gents

TOPLESS PARTY

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It's totally funny.

[ HAIR RUFFLING INTENSIFIES ]

Why can't you just act like that in front of everyone else?

[ They won't believe her if she suggests you're not a terrible person, but just have really bad horrible terrible social skills.

like

really awful

seriously awful. ]

Oh, please. I offered to help.

[ You tryin' to taunt him here, buddy? Because it's working. ]

'Keeping you company,' was it?

[Yeah, Hiccup isn't accustomed to dealing with breasts, women and breasts.]

N-no, that's not what I mean! I'm just saying, uh--it's just not something we're used to seeing often?

Uh, thanks. [The compliment isn't something he's used to, but it's definitely appreciated.

He'll take a drink of his beer as he thinks about his response.] Well, this wasn't exactly my idea of a meet-and-greet, but there have been some new folks I hadn't seen before that I got to see a lot of pretty fast.

[ Worn-in as all his jeans are, the fastenings come apart on the first try and an impatient noise buffets out of his chest as he wriggles his slight hips to get the useless things off, boxers included. Hardly a feat for someone who has perfected leaping into his clothes when late for class so often.

Bare knees skim up Hiccup's sides as Jack settles back against the bed, pawing him closer for urgent kisses. Pale skin over long limbs and silver-blond hair, he doesn't shiver in the chill without a body to cover him so that isn't the reason he wants him close; of course it isn't. The reason for that should be obvious in the shuttering of dark lashes and a rampant pink blush over cheeks and shoulders. ]

Like what?

[ No, really. He doesn't... well, okay. Maybe he does know what she's talking about. ]

I act however people want me to act. If I'm honest, people say I'm an asshole. If I'm nice for the sake of being nice, they'll say I'm being disingenuous.

[ Really, he just sucks at the whole... 'caring what people think' thing. ]

I wasn't sure what you wanted once you started... showing interest in what we were doing, so I took a gamble and tried being honest. [ That's why he's explaining himself at all, really. ] If you want me to be more of an asshole around everyone else, I can do that.

Edited 2014-06-08 19:54 (UTC)

[Lottie instantly gleams when Jack approaches. And it begins.]

Why, what a fine gentleman you are! I'd be delighted for one.

Go away, Hans!

[ Something thunks against the wall (probably one of Hiccup's dragon figurines, he'd got a thousand. Or seven. ]

No, I-- [ Jesus Hans, you suck at everything. Just fyi. Except kissing. ur decent at that ] -- I don't want you to be more of an asshole.

[ She'll hold on to those sheets around herself while she swings her legs over the side of the bed so she can pull him to sit up right. ]

Just stop -- trying to be 'perfect'. I think that's what gets everyone kind of annoyed. [ Really, that's the best way to put it into solid words. She can't exactly tell him that when he's clumsy and kind of a dork and imperfect he's much more attractive. ]

... No, no. You shouldn't. What did you say your name was?

[ U PASS DA TEST. ]

Got them from the store before the party got started.

[ Munching his way through a packet of gummies, ohm nom. ]

Haven't you been eating all night?

[ ANNA. ]

Oh. I'm starting to feel like your personal bodyguard.

[ Each party seems to have something centered around one of them, it's getting to be a trend. Jack sincerely hops he can fly under the radar for the next few.

When they make it to her bedroom door, he crouches down and uses the hairpin to slot into the lock, gently flicking up each latch where the key ought to go. Once the whole thing snicks, he turns the handle free, jiggles out the pin and bows as he steps inside with a bow. ]

Milady.

Yet? Are you angling to get wasted by a certain time?

[ If he wasn't with, well, with Hiccup, he really might have been interested in getting on Rapunzel's good-good side, because really she's pretty and fun and dhkdsj. ]

[ Hans just smirks. Now he's leaning on the door, whispering into the doorknob. ]

Okay, byeee.

Edited (ok now it's perfect) 2014-06-08 20:11 (UTC)

[ He came down for a soda, fully dressed because screw this topless party junk, and notices Hans ... being Hans. Which is just painful to watch, really, and Jack gets distracted long enough that by the time he pushes through the crowd to Mini Blonde Hulk, the Ginger Terror has gone. ]

Uh, hey? Look, sorry about that guy from before, he ... pulls that a lot.

[ It's Jack's duty as one of the men of the house to be on Hans Patrol, or something. ]

[ She gives a short little amused (and sarcastic) curtsy ] Milord.

[ And enters-- immediately spotting her laptop. Oh thank god. Sweet release. She's not really the touchy feely sort or she would be hugging Jack right now. ]

Thank you, Jack.

[ ....Though now she's going to have to tease him ] Try and keep it down tonight -- [ You know what she means ] -- or maybe I'll just have to find some way to keep up.

[ Does she mean blasting porn or......... ]

Whoa!

[ Fully dressed, Jack veers back from turning the corner so his soda goes all over his hoodie instead of touching the blonde who just waded through the crowd. ]

Shit, sorry. Did I get you?

[ On second glance she's like 80% boobs and 20% hair, wow. ]

Uh, yeah. That's not me, though. [ ZERO to BLUSHING in three seconds as he catches on, faltering by the door. ] That's all Hiccup.

[ Because Jack's so awesome, obvs. ]

... Wait, what? You want to join in?

[ "KEEP UP"????? ]

I don't try to be perfect. I am perfect.

[ He says, pulling himself up and stroking the shoulder he landed on. Yes, he's just the picture of perfection, isn't he? Okay, maybe he just shrugs. ]

I mean, I... at least aim to be. What's so wrong with that?

Wait, What?

[Double taking and blushing--]

N-No! That's not what I meant-- [ BLUSHING HARDER OH MY GOD ] -- He's your boyfriend and I'm not about to--[ ELSA STOP BEING ANNA ]-- I mean, really, I'd rather--

[ No ]

[ Don't ]

[ Finish ]

[ That ]

[ Sentance ]

[ Okay. She totally didn't. But she's still bright red. Even as she quietly explains what she was trying to say before ]

I was trying to say I'd find someone to make just as much noise with me in my room--

[ BUT YEAH. WOW. Now she will go die of embarrassment. ]

You'd rather what?

[ THE BIGGEST BIG EYES EVER, blinking like he might be trying to knock over a building.

... Just going to kick the door shut now, because Privacy yo. ]

Your imperfections make you beautiful.

[ Leaning forward to kiss him on his forehead. ]

Nothing.

[ Bro. Something happened and it's definitely related to why Anna was pretending to not be upset this week ]

Edited (FUCK U TOO HTML) 2014-06-08 20:48 (UTC)

[ Bwuh?

Hans is............... what?

Give him a minute.

That was... a compliment? A real one? She was complimenting his imperfections? The stuff that's wrong with him?

Is she serious right now? ]

Edited 2014-06-08 20:49 (UTC)

[ Oh, no!!! Pointing!! ]

You were gonna say a thing!

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