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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? And what does the winner get?

Enormous piles of money? Lifetime supply of beer?

Or, better yet, their own pet reindeer?

[Well, he's tall enough. Maybe when she least expects it, like when her mind is adrift in thought or something. Maybe she has a thing about dirt and she'll think of that. Because seriously, it would be so easy! She just has to be the right amount of distracted!]

What a dumb game, Elsa. Don't know why anyone's wasting their time.

[Yeah, he's gonna laugh a bit because well, that stupid game will always haunt him.]

Yeah, at least after tonight, you won't have to worry about it. Not until the next "topless" party anyway. Which, unfortunately, I have a feeling Anna will be very enthused about doing again.

It's not like they're particularly anything special.

[ huff puff ]

What was your name again?

Who started the idea to try and get me shirtless anyway?

[ Or was it just-- mass group think. ]

[Anna. Cute topless girl. Though it was more like nervous spazzing rather than talking.

Somehow though, things were getting weird with these sudden ... threats?]

Huh. Right. [Wait, really?] A-are you challenging me?

Kristoff.

[A shrug.]

But some people call me Sven for some reason. This one asshole in particular... but it's not important.

[Crap, STILL NOTHING. Elsa over here is relentless, he needs to think of something that'll distract her. That gardener guy still happens to be in the bathroom...]

I wouldn't doubt it if it was Jack. You know him and games and making things interesting. [Then again.] Anna seems like she'd try to get anyone shirtless right now though.

Or both. Those two made a fearful team together. [Shudder. Oh dear, the ideas that could arise.]

Kristoff.

[ She repeats quietly. ]

Well, at the very least you seem to be enjoying the whole --"shirtless" angle.

[ Gesturing to your manliness... and hmmmm yeah, you are definitely manly. Gonna give him a quick look over in the peripheral vision but nothing too long. Her sister had set sights on him after all.

tho u seem kinda agitated buddy, u okay? ]

Anna's more likely to want to see my boobs.

[ gives him a look. like. Yeah. Idk either. Sister complexes, they're weird ]

But I wouldn't put it entirely past Jack... then again, he sort of owes me after the last party. [ ... ] You heard, right?

[ Jack got drunk and left elsa alone with mcdouchebagfacialhair. Nothing happened, not really, but yeah-- he owed her. ]

Yes. Yes I am.

[Oh, now you've done it. Even if "it" is exactly nothing.]

We're gonna take shots. Whoever survives drinking the most wins.

[As he speaks, he takes off his vest and the shirt underneath in one fell swoop.]

We're definitely doing this, man! No backing out!

[The bathroom door is actually right next to Kristoff. From the side of him that Elsa can't see, he hopes she doesn't notice him knocking the door. From inside the bathroom, an odd voice with a Scottish accent shouts in complaint of someone knocking. His vocabulary is chock full of expletives and colorful words, but that's to be expected from an underpaid gardener. He also lives in the property's abandoned tool-shed.]

What is his-- [This is his chance, that weird guy's voice is distracting enough!] damage? [Kristoff goes in for the pull, dragging the shirt up to her arms pretty fast. She, of course, reacts, but Kristoff's not giving up at this point. Let the struggle commence.]

Gotcha, dammit!

Wha--!

[ OH YOU DIRTY SCOUNDREL. SHE'S GONNA FIGHT YOU NOW!!! Arms locked at the side as she tries to twist away from his larger frame, the shirt is halfway up and you'll be getting an eyeful of some underboob.

Well-- she's sort of laughing because this is really ridiculous??? ]

No fair! You can't pretend to be good!

Oh, but I am good. That's how I got this far!

[Kristoff is too comparatively tall to even get that eyeful, but he can live with that. For someone like him, it's go big or go home.]

You owe a soda when I win! And it has to be my favorite soda.

[She's not actually hard to outmatch in terms of strength. But he's gonna make her feel like she has a chance anyway because, really, it's kinda funny to watch. But then the man in the bathroom starts slamming the bathroom wall with the side of his fist. They can both hear him exclaim:

Quiet doon, ye wee shits! Aam tryin' tae tak' a jobby in haur!

Too bad Kristoff doesn't care.]

When you win?

[ She's still struggling and she can't EVEN push away because then she'd have to take her hands off her boobs which means they'd be exposed- ]

Someone else could see them more than you!

[He slams the bathroom wall even harder with his fist. These fucking kids.]

FUR CHRIST'S SAKE, WILL YE BAITH SHUT TH' FUCK UP AN' LIT AN OGRE SHIT IN PEACE?

[...Awkward.]

Okay, that's it.

[Like it's nothing, Kristoff just bends down for a second so he can scoop Elsa up and sling her whole body over his shoulder.]

We're gonna get out of here before that guy comes out. Already pissed him off once!

Edited 2014-06-05 08:48 (UTC)

[ Okay-- to say elsa was kinda shocked by the gardener is a massive understatement--shocked enough that she's thrown over his shoulder with almost no protest ]

H--Hey! You can't just pick me up!

[ Damn, she knew he was big but jesus. He made her feel like she was a feather. ]

Guess again, I just did.

[There's a whole second floor that the gardener's gonna have to climb stairs to get to. Here's to hoping he doesn't like stairs, then.]

This is what we have to do if we hope to survive! That guy is nasty!

[And like that, they're already in the hallway of the second floor. Kristoff's size is by no means to his detriment, after all.]

I'm not putting you down, though. You're gonna have to ditch a certain something so I can win.

[ sheeee is definitely checking that chest out, yeah. and not pining. because pining is a strong, dumb word for what's going on in her head right now. there are lots of dumb words to describe what she isn't doing right now because she's better than that, which are "crush" and "admire". you know what else is dumb? the concept of flirting. which she genuinely isn't trying to do right now, even as she passes him a solo cup and smirks before taking a sip from her own. ]

So, I'm guessing this theme was completely your idea, right? Nothing screams "Hiccup" like a party that requires you to walk around half naked.

[ not that she's completely topless - she's got a sports bra on. but still. ]

[ Jack can't really say he was madly enthusiastic about the idea of a topless party; probably less than Elsa, in fact, because he's tall and skinny, and while he doesn't have a pigeon-chest it's not like he can really match any of the other guys around here, who all look like they breathe the equipment at the gym. That, and he has a couple of scars from before he actually, you know, discovered that at college you could have friends instead of being constantly ignored and pushed around, and his skin can almost reflect light with how pale he is. It's just not worth the bother of trying to fit in with all the tanned, perfect people when he knows he'll stick out like a sore thumb or else be teased for staying dressed.

Jack knows what's fun. He's more than a little convinced this doesn't qualify.

So he calls in sick to the party and hides out upstairs in his and Hiccup's room, slouching on his bed as he plays the XBox, the TV screen turned to face him in his corner like the anti-social git he can be, viewed between hitched up knees. For extra defiant points, he has his tshirt and hoodie on. To be fair, he was wrecked at the last party, so at this one he aims to keep a weather-eye on Hiccup and help direct him somewhere comfortable if his boyfriend passes out.

The music thumps away downstairs and he can hear screams of laughter peeling into the night in the front and back yards, but in his little sanctuary Jack only pays attention to the pew pew of shooting aliens and trying to get around a zombie facility.

It doesn't really help his case when some of said undead are just as lean as he is. ]

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[And actually, he hadn't. He wasn't always entirely in on Elsa gossip around the house.]

Last party? [Well, a lot happened at the last party. So, really, it could be anything.] No, what happened?

[And he's avoiding looking down as best as he could. Because the last thing he wants to do is get caught staring at her chest and get his ass kicked. Though she looked a bit like she had some wandering eyes herself. Was she checking him out? Nope, not possible, not at all.

So he'll just give a small smile as thanks for the drink, shaking his head at her statement.]

Oh come on, not all dumb ideas are mine. [Wait, rephrase.] Not my ideas are even dumb. I just have a very complex, misunderstood mind, you know.

Oh geez, yeah.

[ That would be uh. Interesting.

But yeah, she'll soon strike gold, starting to pull out chocolate boxes of all kinds. ]

there we go.

[ She's not expecting to get grabbed, thanks, and especially not without warning. She squeaks, muffled against his hand as her own little ones move up to it, trying to peer up at him.

Well. This just got leagues more awkward.

And you know, she'd try to reply but his hand's still over her mouth. So she's trying to tug that off now. ]

[ The pet name, qualifier, whatever it is really is kinda nice, actually. (It makes her feel more like some heartbroken teenager, like someone important.) So Anna giggles, shrugging-- ]

Figured I might as well. Be brave 'n all-- I mean, if the guys are allowed, we should totally be, too.

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