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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

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Not bad yourself, feistypants.

[Kristoff likes what he sees, too. But he notices something off about her. Something that sort of isn't in line with what he imagined the rules to be.]

Anna, are you sure you should be... [Long pause.] ...did you do something with your hair? It's different.

[Okay, so maybe he doesn't notice. Or care.]

[ Despite how smooth she's trying to be, the return compliment has her face flushing- biting her lip before she peers down, then at him again-- ]

Well, I decided to tie it up-- y'know, in a bun. Safeguard in case I drink too much, right?

[ Well, it's okay. She doesn't seem to care, either. Well, aside from being flustered already. ]

Suit yourself. I'm not walking out of here alive until I drink too much.

[That's a wink out of him as he pulls out a whole beer bottle from behind his leg. Apparently he's been holding it there this entire time.]

We can take turns drinking off this thing until it's empty. Whoever finishes it... uh...

[Wait for it, Anna. He's brainstorming.]

Gets to throw it off the roof. Bonus points if it hits that gardener guy's "swamp."

[ What the hell. That's a weird place for a beer bottle-- wait, they're gonna drink it together? She gets excited and jittery at the idea of it. That's-- kind of like a couple thing. Or a close people thing. ~~Or just a drunk people with no propriety thing, but shh.~~ ]

Sure! Sounds like a plan to me. [ Those are totally not wiggly fingers reaching for the bottle. ] Dangerous and everything. You think he'll actually hurt us?

[ She doesn't doubt it though. ]

He can try. I think we can outrun him.

[Kristoff shut up real quick, though, because he glances to his right to find the gardener in question - the huge green guy who happens to be making his way to the bathroom. Which is right next to Anna. So Kristoff grabs her and covers her mouth before she can react. After all, he doesn't want her spilling the beans in front of the guy they're conspiring against.]

Geez, Anna, he's already underpaid! [That's his attempt at whispering. But the guy is already in the bathroom, so, why the closeness still?]

Let's not make him responsible for first degree murder.

[ 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. ]

[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?

[ Safe for now, indeed. Anna flushed and hunched her shoulders before dropping them in a rather sharp shrug, finding herself a little scattered from the proximity. Especially given how they were both bare-chested... yep. ]

... yeah-- s-sounds like a plan. You wanna dash, though? I have a feeling the odor around here isn't gonna be pleasant for long. [ And, well, it's a free out to a more secluded area to drink in peace. ]

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