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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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[Alright, Tim's answer could just be him misconstruing Dick's advice. But here goes nothing.]

Yes I do, m'am. In fact, just give me all of it. I don't care.

[He doesn't like alcohol, doesn't like the taste of it, and doesn't like the thought of ever drinking it. But if it means impressing a pretty face for just one night, why not? There's a void dead parents and friends have left that wanton hedonism just might fill.]

It's Tim, by the way. [He shoots her a grin.] Tim Wayne. Maybe you've heard of me.

[ Wait, what. Anna finds herself bewildered, before she offers the tray out-- ] I--If you're sure!

[ He doesn't seem all too jovial- but then there's a grin. She perks up, although hearing Wayne has her raising her brows. ]

Yeah! I'm Anna. [ She's not cooing over him, probably in light of recent events of her own. Being heartbroken again and again did that to a person. ] Youuuu... probably haven't heard of me.

[ As a joke, of course. She grins as she plucks one of the jello shots of her tray for herself. ]

[Tim chuckles at her comment. Joking like that... in a party? Wait, that is a thing that happens. Better not forget that.]

No. I haven't.

[He takes a shot glass from her tray, making eye contact when he reaches for it.]

But I'd like to.

[After that, he takes a sip and musters all his training to conceal his subsequent disgust.]

[ 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.

[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.]

[ He actually bit and asked her about herself. Huh-- she grins, fingers moving up to the strand out of habit and touching it lightly. ]

It's actually natural, believe it or not. Well, unless someone's been secretly bleaching it in my sleep, but-- yeah.

[ She looks like she's ready to say more, but she wonders if it's silly that she likes to imagine that it's because she was enchanted or kissed by a troll or whatever story she liked to weave to make herself happier at night. (Maybe it's why no one ever considers her seriously.)

Although she's ready to lead him in, motioning with her head as she grins- ]

No problem! Come with me. If the taste's the problem, there's a lot of mixed drinks we can make, too. Like daiquiris and stuff- a lot sweeter and you can hardly feel the burn.-- [ she chats up easily. ]

Okay, then. Lead the way.

[For some reason, it's easy for him to follow after her. This is certainly better than his last run-in with a topless girl - now that was a bit embarrassing.]

I don't suppose you guys have any... chocolate milk, do you? Maybe even some coffee?

[Yeah, the promise of sweetness in the other drinks just isn't doing it for him. He'd much rather have nothing to do with alcohol, honestly, but he has a veneer of coolness to protect.]

[ She leads indeed, and they end up in the kitchen-- much more secluded than the living room and the attached hallways.

... although she doesn't really seem phased by his questions. In fact, the thought of 'coolness' hardly even passes through her mind as she opens up the fridge door, peering at him. ]

Of course! Both of 'em. Any preference? [ Without even a quip or anything. And the mention of chocolate milk is making her crave it a little, pulling out a carton of the stuff. ] -- I'm going for this stuff. Booze doesn't hold a candle to chocolate, let's be honest here.

I think I've had my share of coffee today.

[He points at the carton.] Hand over some of that chocolate, please.

[Because he really wants no other beverages from this party right now.]

Well, submitting to peer pressure is a little overdue, isn't it? Might as well.

[He's unbuttoning his vest, a little more at ease in this quieter room. Ignoring that stout green guy asleep in the corner, it's like Anna's the only other person here.]

Sure thing.

[ And she will, once she pours herself a glass- pouring him one as well. So when she puts the carton away in the fridge, she turns to see him unbuttoning his vest and well-- there's something about how intense he seems along with the fact that he's being so casual, all at once, that has her jittery.

But she grins, leaning against the fridge for a moment before she dare approach again, grabbing her tall glass and taking a sip. ]

... I hope you're not actually feeling pressured. It's not like, mandatory or anything. Just for fun.

[ A little sheepish, given she'd pushed for the idea. She scratched a freckled shoulder before simply leaning against the counter, unsure if she should watch him stripping or not. ]

Well, duh.

[Now he's fully shirtless, unable to hold back a grin. He comes closer to grab his glass.]

Do I really seem like that much of a stick-in-the-mud to you, Anna?

[Please don't say yes.]

[ Anna finds herself staring a little, face pink as she admires his newly exposed chest as discreetly as possible. (which isn't very much so given all the alcohol.) ]

No! You just seem-- really intense, you know? [ she blurts out before she can stop herself, silencing herself from making any further dumb remarks with her chocolate milk. Although what she does notice are scars upon scars, and she peers at them curiously. Being covered in freckles was one thing-- they were natural. These scars had a story, she was sure. ]

[Tim notices her admiring, but doesn't acknowledge it.]

Intense? Intense, how?

[She's probably seen countless physiques like his by now, though. It must be the scars.]

My preference for chocolate milk over alcohol?

[ Maybe it was. Maybe it was the scars and the way his gaze seemed like it could burn through anything. Kind of like a blue flame.

But that question has her snorting, totally undignified. Thankfully she hadn't taken another sip, but she soon laughed, unable to contain it. And she felt so embarrassed, but she was drunk and having her actually laughing-- yeah, it'd be near impossible to stop her for a good minute. ]

-- Oh my god, no! I-- It's more-- the way you look, your eyes, something about the way you hold yourself. Like, I dunno. [ She takes a breath, trying to calm down. It works somewhat, even if she's still grinning a little. ] Your eyes are kinda-- oh-- this is weird isn't it?

Don't sweat it, Anna.

[He's finally going to sip his chocolate milk, but hesitates.]

Your eyes aren't exactly slouches in the vividness department.

[He proffers his glass to her instead.]

So why don't we raise a toast to that? A toast to our eyes.

[ Aw. This is kind of ridiculous, but she finds herself grinning- feeling strangely... a little less judged. He's intense, but not scary. ]

Th-Thanks! [ And hey, if it's a toast, it's a toast. ~~No toasters to be found though.~~ So she raises her own glass, the two clinking together. ]

A toast to our eyes, [ she declares, before taking a sip of the chocolate milk. It's sweet and refreshing compared to the slight burn of the alcohol. ]

... I like you. Where the heck did you hear about this party anyway?

...heh. I like you, too.

[The chocolate milk is relieving to his taste buds, to say the least.]

And, yeah. My brother told me about it.

[A chuckle. Dick really might as well be his brother. Perhaps it's not too late to thank Dick for dragging him here.]

I'm sure he's wandering around here somewhere, chatting it up with the ladies.

[ He liked her too. She couldn't help but grin, trying to mask her obvious cute excitement with a swig of chocolate milk. ]

I guess he's like-- a womanizer? [ she asks, casually-- leaning back on the counter a little. ] Well, as long as he's having a good time. And you, too.

[ Anna still wonders what brought these guys here, but with this kind of company, she can't say she's complaining. ]

He might act like he's God's gift to women, but really?

[Another chuckle.] Deep down, he's a big softie. But don't tell him I said that.

[Well, they're both shirtless now. Might as well ensure that doesn't become the unspoken elephant in the room.]

Heh, I bet I've got as many scars as you've got freckles. [Don't act like you weren't looking, Anna.]

Aw. [ She can't help but find that cute. ] You know- I don't know why guys try to hide that all the time. Not like it's a bad thing to be a softie.

[ Heck knows she prefers that, even.

But when he brings that up, yeah, her attention is brought right back to that sculpted scarred chest of his. (She totally wasn't focused on that before, okay?!) And with a laugh, she dares to ask- ]

What, you wanna count? You'll get tired after like, the first hundred.

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