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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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...Really?

[ Hans is honestly. Very confused. He looks at Elsa like she's crazy-- because to him, she must be. He's insecure and pushy and.. well, he's actually a cad, you know. But the kiss silences his rebuttal, at least for now. ]

So... does that mean you'd go out on a date with me?

[ Heh, yeah, the 'real' him still wants that date, Elsa. ]

No.

[ Okay there, have a playful shove. ]

I'm not going on date with you.

Yeah, it saves time, don't it?

[ Yep. He finally got his point across, apparently. Thank goodness. It's left him more annoyed than before, however, questioning again why he'd even decided to come here. When he's approached again, he only barely stops himself from telling the new guy to buzz off. He's just here to apologize, after all. Never mind that he shouldn't have to. ]

Yeah, that's... People are weird, man. Don't worry about it.

Cool. [ And he'd leave it at that, but ... ] Sorry, can I just ask who it was that invited you?

[ Holding up a hand like Don't shoot the messenger, this is legit. ]

I have no idea who half the people in my house are, right now.

[ Hans just laughs. Hell, he's not sure if she's being serious or not, but at least, against all odds, she just admitted to wanting to get to know him better.

Which is a step towards dating. ]

Can't blame a guy for trying. At least here no one can see you continuously reject me.

[ Pathetic. Completely pathetic. But okay as long as he wins in the end. ]

Donuts. Tomorrow morning.

[ .... ]

Also try to clean up a bit.

[ ......... ]

And try not to screw up anyone elses love lives.

[ And now somebody's automatically assuming he's crashing, which... Maybe that's fair. He hasn't exactly caught up with the vague acquaintance who'd haphazardly invited him. At least the housemate isn't being a total dick about it. That's more than most people manage. ]

Anna invited me. [ He looks around, because... Well, he hasn't seen Anna, but he's met a friend of hers, and he's sure Anna invited a lot of people. She seemed like the social butterfly type, after all. ] But I don't... I mean. I don't know her that well, I just-- [ So maybe he came against his better judgement because Anna happens to be cute, and nobody ever invites him to things, so... It felt nice to be invited. In retrospect, that seems really stupid. ]

I can leave, if it's a problem.

Oh, Anna. Okay. [ Man, whatever. Have a pat on the arm. ] C'mon, I'll show you where the decent beers are.

[ If Anna invited him, the worst that can happen is Elsa has every right to rip the guy apart. ]

[ As the only person who didn't get wasted last night and one of two (to his knowledge) who went to bed at a reasonably decent hour, the front door closes on Jack's heels around eight AM. Washed and dressed for the day in his threadbare brown pants and a very green, very dragonish-themed hoodie pilfered from his boyfriend's closet, he's one of a handful of people in the queue at the nearby coffee shop and absent from the house barely half an hour. On quiet tiptoes does he pick his way back upstairs when he returns with a backpack of goodies, giving Elsa's bedroom a wide berth with a skitter up the staircase and closing (locking, just because) his bedroom door.

Looks like someone snoozed right through his plan of action. ]

Hiiiiccuuup. Hiccup, hey.

[ Planting two hot drinks on the nearby table, he kicks off his sneakers and climbs over the lump that passes for a human being, slouching against the pillows in the corner. From an unzipped bag comes the thick, cloying scent of toasted paninis, and he wafts it over. ]

Wake up, fair prince, I slayed a dragon for you.

[ Oh. Well, alright then. That was kind of unexpectedly pleasant of this person. Kristoff's posture relaxes a little and he moves to follow. ]

Hey, thanks. [ Oh, and-- ] Um. I'm Kristoff. Kristoff Bjorgman.

Taking a bath in someone else's home... I wouldn't rate you very high on the guest list, either.

[ Hans sits down on the edge of the tub, shooting Jack a look and setting his hand on his arm. ]

Need me to wash your back? Your hair?

[ Gotta hide the best alcohol under the vegetable tray, like so. He's a genius, yes, drink up. ]

Jack Frost. And no, I don't nip noses.

[ It's been asked many, many times. ]

[Hiccup very much needed sleep. Last night had been very long with all the running around at the party, doing tons of babysitting, and then having the rest of his night unexpectedly interrupted. So yes, sleep was absolute heaven right now and he didn't mind doing it all morning.

Except suddenly there's a delicious smell and the sensation of his mattress moving as if a weight had been placed upon it. Following the captivating scent, he twists around without moving from his spot to face the opposite side. Hearing a faint voice speak to him, he reaches his hands out to grip a thigh, mouth salivating, still in his dream world.]

D-don't bully the dragons, please ... but feed me the goods ...

I'll try.

[ Of course, donuts means he earned another kiss, right? Well Hans is gonna turn around and go for it anyway. ]

At least we have an excuse for you to try and 'get to know me.'

No, I was not asking that - but since you brought it up, now I am curious.

[She tilts her head, raising an eyebrow.]

If, hypothetically, I were asking such a question, what would be your answer?

[She puts a finger to her lips, frowning pensively - and then understanding seems to dawn on her, because her eyebrows shoot up.]

Oh. You are the one who is dating Jack Frost, are you not? Then I would imagine you see even fewer breasts than most men. This explains quite a bit.

Edited 2014-06-09 02:00 (UTC)

[ Kristoff almost asks if he's joking, because... Wow. That's a name. His own parents are dead, but that might be better than having living parents that hated you that much. He can restrain himself, though. That's not nice, after all, and this guy has introduced him to the good beer stash. ]

Right. Good to meet you, Jack.

[wooooa. Hold on there buddy--]

Who said you could kiss me again?

[never mind she just kissed u. But that was ttly different]

Edited 2014-06-09 02:28 (UTC)

Donuts. I'll bring two dozen tomorrow.

[ He smiles, cheeky. You gotta keep a short leash on this jerk, Elsa. ]

A boob grab is worth at least two dozen donuts.

[your barter system is off ]

Let's start with me back and work our way from there, huh?

[Hes certain to arch his back as he begins washing his hands and arms.]

Two dozen, and I'll get you coffee or a smoothie, or whatever you want. I'll.... I promise I won't kiss you tomorrow, if you'd like, or I'll... apologize to Jack face to face this time?

[ He really just wants more kisses. ]

Well, I just like to even the playing field a little, then.

[She smiles gently, cheeks just slightly pink.]

Thank you.

[wow bro. Rly?]

Aren't you still-- [looking down pointedly at his pants because she doesn't want to exacerbate his "problem"]

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