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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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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.

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!

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

[Yeah, he's not relenting either.]

Just soda.

[ Well, guess who's on the second floor. Yes, it's Hans--shirtless, because that's how the game goes. Actually, he'd gone upstairs to the bathroom since the one on the first floor was occupied and now--

Uhm, well. This is certainly a sight. Was he trying to take off Elsa's shirt? I mean, sure, Hans might even feel a little embarrassed if he wasn't a jealous asshole. ]

Elsa? [ Well, he knows her. Sorta. He did kinda wake up in her bed that time. As for the other dude, the one carrying her... ] And Kris....topher? What are you doing? Put her down!

Hans.

[At first, he greets the bastard with some well-deserved disdain. Shoots him the evil eye, even. But this may be the first time Kristoff's seen him shirtless.]

Dude. [He kind of forgets that Elsa's still on his shoulder.]

...You seriously lift, man! In all the times I've punched your face, I never noticed your trim figure.

[Before Kristoff beats him up yet, he's just gonna marvel. Hans, you're still a dick. But Kristoff gives credit where credit is due.]

How do you keep in shape?

[ WOW and now Elsa's situation just went from Bad to Worse. Well, really, she's not afraid either one of these guys is going to hurt her or force her to do anything. But one is persistent and annoying-- but kind of hot.... and -- yeah okay the other one is just the same.

Shit. ]

Maybe you should let me down and you two can discuss your work out sessions with each other?

[ Yup, helpless little whimper from the girl on your shoulder kristoff. Still trying to hold that shirt up. ]

[ Hans glares right back, but Kirstoff's words have him taking his guard down in the blink of an eye. You chose the right plan to distract him, Kristoff. Flattery will get you everywhere with him. ]

Well, I do some riding as well as lifting weights... But I try to run, too. It's good to build up endurance.

[ You know he spends every morning admiring himself in the mirror. He's that kind of guy. ]

I do wonder about that-- what's Elsa doing on your shoulder, exactly? Don't you think you should put her down?

[Heh, Kristoff didn't even plan it. He's just genuinely impressed!]

You can't fool me with that handsome face of yours, Hans. I know your angle.

[Have an accusatory glare.]

You're just gonna take her and her shirt off for yourself! Admit it!

[ Okay she needs to start working out ~~or get ice powers~~ because she can't do anything but hang here and be useless ]

Are either one of you even listening to me?

H-her shirt? Do you really think I'd be so crass?

[ He was gonna feel her up until she took it off herself, duh. But he's playing dumb because he's an ass. ]

Anyway, put her down! She obviously didn't consent to being manhandled like she is.

[Kristoff sighs in resignation. He knows Hans isn't going to let up, but he also hears some heavy footsteps ascending that staircase. Kristoff knows damn well who that is, but in feigning ignorance of it, he shrugs. Elsa is still on his shoulder, by the way.]

Okay, fine. You know what?

[Now he puts her on Hans's shoulder. And quietly, he steps back.]

Screw it. Just take her, you beautiful man. [Never have endearing words sounded more spiteful.]

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?

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.]

[ SHIT! RUN?

Hans is gonna-- okay, sorry Elsa, but Hans totally picks her up in his arms, running in the opposite direction because who the hell is that, anyway???? Hans doesn't want to be around to find out. ]

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