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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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[ Honestly? She wouldn't be offended. In fact, it'd be kind of nice if these got half as much attention as Private Glitter Tits over there. ]

Exactly! And hey, don't be shy. I mean, we're all shirtless here. [ she can hear the nervous laughter! ] No biggie.

[ He's being smooth, God forbid. Anna finds herself flustered upon eye contact- those are some pretty intense blues, after all. They look like they've got the weight of the world on them, and then some.

But she doesn't allow herself to swoon, instead focusing on the jello shot and it's tangy sweet, but bitterness, sliding down her throat. And she sticks the empty glass back on the tray once she's done with it. Last time she fell for a mysterious rich boy wasn't so long ago actually. ]

Anything in particular that you're curious about, Tim?

[ Straight and to-the-point. Although even though he's not outwardly cringing, he seems kinda stuck-up about the alcohol. ] ... there's more to drink farther in, if you're not into vodka.

[ Anna feels a little bad about the whole topless party thing. After all, it was mostly, if not all her idea to start, and she hadn't thought anyone, much less Jack, would be uncomfortable baring skin. But it wasn't too difficult to realize that amongst muscles and tanned skin that he simply might've felt left out.

And she would hardly stand for anyone feeling left out. No, she wasn't going to drag him down, instead, she would sneak away while she was fairly convinced her two new 'love interests' were duking it out in some drinking game or another, when no one else would particularly see her if she didn't make an effort to stand out.

(Not like she blamed people about it. After all, focus on the fun, the drinks, your company. That's how it went for her too.)

But she stood by his door, taking a breath and peering around the hallway before she'll knock, in that very Anna way. ]

Jack? Can I come in?

Anna? Uh ...

[ He almost never gets colds but that's his one failsafe excuse if people start asking, so he pulls a couple of tissues out of the box on the bedside table by the XBox, crumples them up and throws them over a shoulder onto the floor.

Setting the scene. ]

Yeah, come on in.

[ Slouching against the wall, he pauses his game. ]

[Don't be shy. Don't be shy. EASY FOR YOU TO SAY ANNA. He's totally more shy about your chest than his own right now.]

Right. And we're housemates so this isn't weird at all. Nope. Not at all. Perfectly normal. You look like you work out. Do you work out? Cause it shows.

[Shhh don't spaz out and ramble, Hiccup.]

[ She can tell- and the passion makes her grin, excited for him. ]

Wow, that sounds like a lot of hard work! [ But he looks excited enough that she knows he'll manage. Unscrewing her beer and throwing the cap on the table, she'll take a swig as well. ] -- I'm not doing anything like that. Just-- communications.

[ She'll quickly duck into the room- never mind that she's topless, but she shuts the door behind her. After all, she's not going to bring the party to him. ]

Hi! [ A small smile, not about to ask about the crumpled tissues or his subdued behavior. ] What game were you playing?

[ He can tell her himself, if he wants to. She wants more than anything to pry, but similarly she knows that's not really good friend etiquette. ]

[ Work out? She looks bewildered but for a second- before she can't help a giggle. ]

No way. On the other hand, you're looking really defined 'n all, good sir.

[ she teases, finally opting to sneak the fridge door open, grabbing a cold beer for herself. ]

D'you want anything?

[ As thrilled as Anna has been leading up to this party, he's only surprised for a moment to find she's forgone a bra altogether and then pats the bed beside him. ]

Space Zombies versus Aliens VI. Party get too much for you?

Sounds like fun.

[ She'll definitely take the offer, sitting down and hunching over to rest her elbows on her thighs, her head in her hands as she peered up at him. ]

... and, well, not yet. But it's always nice to take a breather with my favorite partner in crime. [ That's a little grin, there. ] You have room for one more on your quest?

Sure thing. These are the buttons to jump, run and fire ...

[ Giving her a crash-course in game mechanics, he slides a pillow behind Anna's back so the cold wall isn't against her shoulders. ]

You hungry? I have provisions.

[He'll blush at that because, well, he has been trying to form a bit of those abs lately. Gotta get looking all cool and suave.]

Why, thank you. I've been working excessively hard on my buff viking-like appearance. I'm pretty sure I'm a workout or two away from surpassing Kristoff, in fact.

[Yeah. Okay. Mhmm.]

I'll have another one of those beers though.

[ Don't forget the annoying talking donkey that tends to trail you everywhere you go, Shrek! Your swamp, but this is a house with a full-blown kitchen and well... ]

I'm makin' waffles! Do you want waffles? Everybody loves waffles. In fact, I don't know anybody who doesn't love waffles!

[So this probably wasn't Rapunzel's idea, but it doesn't take much coercing for her to go along with it. So she's walking around in a cute little white-laced bra.]

[Oh, look what the cat dragged in!]

Hola, amigos! Do I get to try some of those delicioso waffles too?

[This girl here lives in her own student house with friends, but they are never able to throw parties in it because of the amount of pets they have in there. Which is not fair, college means she can finally see the world and have more fun!

So when Bianca heard about a party, she didn't think twice about coming! ...because she didn't know about the theme.]

O-oh dear... I-I think I have the wrong house... [Blushing like crazy, she holds the edges of jacket close to her chest while tying to walk backwards to the door and probably bumping into someone. Oops?]

[ Hans tsks dramatically, obviously that wasn't his master plan. ]

And I was so sure that would work, too... Don't suppose I could offer you any kind of trade?

Well, it's definitely showing!

[ Kristoff? Dream on, boy. But she's totally amused, grabbing another beer and elbowing the fridge shut before she offers it out. ]

If you keep at it, I'm sure you'll only get buffer.

[ She's making sure she has each button function under her belt, nodding- before mumbling a small 'thanks!' when he slides the pillow there. She's straightened up by now, for sure, grinning at him. ]

I'm always hungry. Have any chocolate? [ she asks, casually. ]

[He lets go of her as quickly as he picked her up. With the gardener in the bathroom, probably doing things that need not be described, Kristoff believes the two of them are safe. For now.]

So... [A chuckle.

He didn't even think twice about grabbing her, but figured it was preferable in hindsight. Namely to their plans being outed by that ogre of a lawn-boy.]

How about that beer?

J-Just 'cause you see them first doesn't mean you win and--

[ She'll squirm violently in his hold, trying to keep that shirt firmly around her with her hands ] --this is black mail!

[His veneer of smoothness, if pushed hard enough, can be easily shattered. It just takes the right amount of slip-ups on his end.]

Hmm... [He eyes her for something to talk about. Talking about how topless she is might make him look like a creep, so.]

Your hair. That white streak have a story?

[His brows furrow at her mention of the vodka.]

I'd like to try other things, actually. Thanks. [Hopefully there's something that actually tastes good.]

[Whoa, whoa, whoa! He didn't even know this guy! Why was he already getting himself into trouble!?]

Oh, but I don't think it's a good idea for me to-- [Honestly, Apollo knew he shouldn't drink so much cause he thinks to get a bit, well, not himself. But whenever people believe Apollo isn't capable of something, he goes in and proves them wrong. So why should this be any different?]

Alright then! I GOT THIS!

[Watch out for them chords of steel!]

Don't be like that, Elsa. I don't even want money!

[Yeah, he's not relenting either.]

Just soda.

[ Bro, Elsa was trying to find places to hide before it was cool-- Okay except no. There is going to be a quiet and rushed knock at his door and whenever there's an affirmative answer a pale blonde head will peek in carefully, before sliding in all at once.

Elsa will then quietly grunt a "One sec", as she inspects every inch of the room with her eyes and then-- finally. Relaxes.

It's been a Night. ]

So. [ She turns to Jack and finds a place to stand near him watching the screen. She can already surmise the reason Jack would probably be up here-- especially given that she was being hassled by Kristoff and Hans of all people. ] Willing to hide someone who wants to keep her shirt on?

[ Ugh, she still doesn't know where her laptop is. ]

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