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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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[Cuddly? That Hans guy was a cuddler? That seems really hard to believe.]

Whoa, whoa, wait, Anna likes that guy? I thought she liked Jack. I could've sworn everyone knew Hans was bad news.

[Somehow this whole love-relationship-web-shaped thing between everyone in the house and their "guests" was getting pretty complicated.]

What!? [no seriously. What] Kristoff!

Ah-- hey!

[ Hans might be strong, but Elsa's sudden weight certainly does wind him a bit-- enough that he puts her down on her feet. Now isn't the time for showboating, there's obviously a reason Kristoff is running the hell out of here. I mean, Hans is practically still standing at the bathroom door here. ]

Where the hell are you going?

[ Aw yeah fist bump!! The true sign of excellence in bromanship. ]

If you didn't expect something like this outta me, you haven't been paying attention.

[ Of course, Gar's more prone to throwing his own parties. You know, in his ~~dad's~~ mansion. No big deal, but... Slumming it's cool, too. And this place has its charms. ]

Can you believe I've been here forty-five minutes and I haven't been kicked out?

It's fine. Really. I'll manage.

[she gives a soft chuckle]

Truth be told it's kind of funny to watch everyone try to get my shirt off?

[keyword being that they needed her consent. So she was still in control]

[Rapunzel giggles alongside her.]

Well, if anybody tries anything you really don't like, let me know, okay? I'm not afraid to use one of the frying pans from the kitchen to teach them a lesson.

YOU SOONDS AY BITCHES ARE SO LOWD, AH COODS HEAR YA WHILE AH WAS STILL SHITTIN' DOWNSTAIRS!

[Look who's here, everybody. He also assumes that it was Hans and not Kristoff who was mainly bothering him earlier.]

He's ... Cute. And charming enough that Anna would like him.

[despite any whispered warnings of bad news]

Though. I can't tell if he just sleeps around or --- [even worse] he's just into me.

[His father really drags him to the oddest places, why is he even here. Scott had the feeling that bobby would have enjoyed both the party and walking around barechested, since he does that in a daily basis, but he was very much keeping his shit on for now.

Now, if only he could find where the old man went...]

Excuse me...

[Hello lady who thankfully has some sort of clothes covering his upper body. Not enough in his opinion but he's going to try not to stare at anything but her face. For once, he's glad for the visor covering his eyes. Scott still has his shirt on and he will keep it if he can help it.]

Do you know where's the door, please?

[Well, either way, a guy messing around and leading on two sisters did not get good points in his book.]

Huh. And what about you? You're not into the whole charming bad boy thing too, are you?

[Kids these days, the really seems to be everywhere. In fact, there's a teen one accidentally bumping on Bruce when he was trying really hard not to look at anything but the floor.

Scott has lost his shirt somewhere (thanks to some really easily excitable people) but that's a minus concern for him as he makes sure his visor didn't slip off after that bump. Better not to kill anybody, that tends to put a damper on the parties.] Ah, sorry, sir. I didn't see you here.

[Yeah somehow he managed to miss the huge man in the middle of the room. A+ observation skills for Scott.]

I've only been here five and I'm surprised I haven't.

[Dick has fond memories of that mansion. And he thought Bruce spoiled him!]

For the record, Gar, it's our chance encounter that threw me off. Everything else, though? Typical you.

[Now he slings his arm around Gar's shoulders.]

And I say we drink to that. After all, the night is young.

[ The look he gives her is one of deepest disappointment.

And then he reaches over the bedside, lifting his backpack off the floor to upend it between them on the bed; coke cans, chocolate bars, snack bars, chips, gummies ... ]

Do I have chocolate?

[ Fry!squinting at her while Elsa scopes out his room, he pats his bed once she seems satisfied he isn't hiding any ogres. ]

Pull up some blanket. [ He's the literal Don of Time Out, tonight. Turning the bag of gummy snacks around at his side to offer her free reign of them, he lifts a soda can from somewhere under his pillow. ] Drink?

[ Jack ventures downstairs once or twice, just to scope out who the fuck has invaded their house when the walls seem to be shaking and the crowd outside looks like a complete array of strangers from his bedroom window. One of the only people fully dressed (hoodie firmly applied to chest, ty), he vaguely addresses the nearest guy in a small group, sipping his ~~so far~~ untainted cola. ]

When did everybody get here?

[ So, so glad he isn't going topless. Not when standing next to Mr Model!Chin McFucking Beefcake. ]

[ He's been in a great mood ever since hooking up with Hiccup, but it fades when Jack has to venture downstairs for a new can of soda and bumps into Hans "Of Pecs Like Mountains" Asshat on the way. Fully clothed, he awkwardly tries to get around him in the cramped corridor without touching any of ... that.

So much Hans!skin just, wow, out in the open world. ]

S'cuse ... me.

[she takes the can and hums out a "thank you" once it's in both of her hands, then plops down next to Jack]

Next party them should be "let's all quietly browse the internet in our rooms while drunk". I think I'd do much better at that.

[really. Elsa isn't much of a jokester, but she knows Jack isn't feeling the party-- and some how she doubts that talking about two burly men trying to get her shirt off to see her tits would help]

[ Chuckling, he shrugs as he murders a few rampaging zombies. ]

I dunno, that sounds like a regular night to me. [ He gives her a pointed nod, mainly to her chest. ] You're a lot more clothed than Anna was when she made a pit-stop here earlier. Has Hans's dick dropped off with all the extra blood weighing it down yet?

Hm? Oh, go ahead.

[ Hans barely notices Jack at first (too busy admiring himself in his own head,) but he moves out of the way easily enough. He'd come into the hallway mostly to text and check his email on his phone, so actually maybe he'll get a soda too. And make smalltalk. Because, hey, at least Jack is a good kisser. ]

Not gonna adhere to the "dress code," huh?

I have a cold, I'm not stripping off.

[ That's his story and he's sticking to it!! It's a little odd to see Hans half-naked before Hiccup, truth be told, even if it's the ... other half. The one he doesn't care about.

He definitely doesn't care about the fact Hans looks like he ate a benchpress. ]

How do you even hear about the parties we have? I'm pretty sure you just live on the roof.

[ Come and get a drink with him, creepo. ]

[Rapunzel giggled, maybe more than she usually might thanks to the drink in her hand.]

Which door are you looking for, exactly? We've got quite a few!

Oh. [ Hans totally takes a step back then, not wanting to catch that "cold" of his. He can tell Jack is lying, but he'll store that bit of information away for later.

Whatever, he follows Jack into the kitchen anyway. ]

I get invited. Obviously. I mean, I drive here, it's not like I live on the street.

Hear, hear. [ He raises his umbrella-embellished cup before taking said drink. Then his eye's caught by a passing person of the lady persuasion. ]

How'd we never think of this party theme? Think of all the missed opportunities.

[ Because the young, super-woman populous? Fiiiiiiine. ]

[ Snorting. ]

Where do you drive from? Where do you live? You're an actual mystery which, while Anna laps that up, can get pretty annoying.

[ Opening the fridge, he cracks open a soda and offers one on reflex. ]

You'd probably be living here if Elsa wasn't so keen on hurling you out of every window.

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