it's not a nude party but there's no rules against taking your pants off too

[flightsuit]

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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the curveball you didn't expect ❄ !!

[icy]

[ Jack can't really say he was madly enthusiastic about the idea of a topless party; probably less than Elsa, in fact, because he's tall and skinny, and while he doesn't have a pigeon-chest it's not like he can really match any of the other guys around here, who all look like they breathe the equipment at the gym. That, and he has a couple of scars from before he actually, you know, discovered that at college you could have friends instead of being constantly ignored and pushed around, and his skin can almost reflect light with how pale he is. It's just not worth the bother of trying to fit in with all the tanned, perfect people when he knows he'll stick out like a sore thumb or else be teased for staying dressed.

Jack knows what's fun. He's more than a little convinced this doesn't qualify.

So he calls in sick to the party and hides out upstairs in his and Hiccup's room, slouching on his bed as he plays the XBox, the TV screen turned to face him in his corner like the anti-social git he can be, viewed between hitched up knees. For extra defiant points, he has his tshirt and hoodie on. To be fair, he was wrecked at the last party, so at this one he aims to keep a weather-eye on Hiccup and help direct him somewhere comfortable if his boyfriend passes out.

The music thumps away downstairs and he can hear screams of laughter peeling into the night in the front and back yards, but in his little sanctuary Jack only pays attention to the pew pew of shooting aliens and trying to get around a zombie facility.

It doesn't really help his case when some of said undead are just as lean as he is. ]

anna-tron!!!

[wait_what]

[ 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?

[icy]

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. ]

[wait_what]

[ 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. ]

[icy]

[ 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?

[wait_what]

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?

[icy]

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.

[wait_what]

[ 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. ]

[icy]

[ 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?

[snedronningen]

[ 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. ]

[icy]

[ 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?

[snedronningen]

[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]

[icy]

[ 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?

[snedronningen]

[that'll cause her to choke just a bit]

He wanted to trade his pants for my shirt and -- [she'll drop the blanket enough for him to see how it's backless and shows how she is definitely not wearing a bra] --that's not happening.

[....] There's apparently a game going on to see who can get my shirt off, did you hear about that?

[icy]

Of course he did, why would we expect anything else of him.

[ Hans would trade his left foot to see Elsa's boobs. Shaking his head, he slouches a little further. ]

No? I'm running out of soda so I'll go down in a bit, but I've been up here all night, level-grinding like a boss.

[snedronningen]

Yeah-- well just so you know. [yeaaah she's blushing]

So far Hans, Anna, Rapunzel and Kristoff have made an attempt. Hiccup has been polite enough not to try--


[oh Jesus thank god Merida is played by the same mun has stayed out of it. She'd probably be stripped bare by now]

[icy]

[ A long, uneasy beat as he holds his controller and blinks. ]

Am I supposed to be trying?

[flightsuit]

[Hiccup finally gets to a point where he's pretty exhausted. Not from drinking, mind you (he figured it was his turn to play babysitter this time), he's just had to deal with countless drunk kids engaging in wild shenanigans, passing out jello shots to their guests, and trying to get literal topless girls to probably cover up some before they got too many teenage boys aroused (twenty-year old Hiccup was too old and too gay for that, so that wasn't a problem).

He did his part at playing host for most of the evening, even going shirtless after being told to lead by example, and now he just wanted to see his boyfriend which he hadn't spent time with all evening (supposedly he had even gone downstairs for a bit, but somehow he had completely missed him).

So Hiccup makes his way up to his room, dodging the few couples making out on the cramped stairwell. When he reaches their door, he'll open it just enough to peek his head in.]

Permission to enter, dear?

[icy]

[ After acting as an agony aunt, 007 and Jerry Springer, Jack has retired to his bedroom and sunk down against the wall as he plays on his XBox, chin almost on his chest and legs spread with one dangling off the bed. He glances over when movement catches his eye, a smile blooming as (half-naked and very nice) Hiccup appears.

Jack scoots over to make room for him immediately. He's missed the company, as much as he enjoys his alone time. ]

Permission granted. Having fun?

[flightsuit]

[Being given permission (not that he needed it to enter their room), he sneaks his way inside, shutting the door behind him. He rushes over to the bed to do a big hop onto it on his back, his body bouncing a bit before he snugs his head into the pillow.]

Fun? Maybe. But gosh, I'm exhausted! [As if right on cue, he releases out a yawn, while stretching his arms up.]

Never realized parties could be even more draining when you're not the one running around crazy drunk.

[icy]

[ Rolling onto his side as Hiccup practically dive-bombs the bed, Jack ensures his game is paused and gives a consoling pat to a bare stomach. A kiss finds Hiccup's chin as he leans over. ]

Anna's turn to be the wasted one, huh? She came up here earlier.

[ Just read the widening of his eyes and mmmmhm way his eyebrows rise. ]

[flightsuit]

[Hiccup squeezes a hand over the one on his stomach and laughs right upon hearing her name, because she's definitely the big conversation topic of the night.]

Oh, did she? Did you get to see her costume of the night? Seemed a bit bare, didn't it?

[icy]

[ Kissing those knuckles, he uses him as a prop and slouches against Hiccup's middle as he plays his game again. ]

To be fair, she's worn worse outfits.

[ Heheh. ]

[flightsuit]

[Be careful, with the nice warmth of Jack's body and the comfort of the pillow (upon some hopefully now clean sheets), Hiccup could practically fall asleep at any moment. So with eyes closed, he'll let out a light chuckle followed by a lazy mhmm.]

This really was a pretty awful theme idea though. All it did was increase the number of horny teenagers in our house.

[icy]

And twenty-somethings. Who the hell are half the frat boys down there?

[ Very clean sheets for Hiccup. Jack isn't exactly relaxed, thinking of the ballbags swanning around and flexing at the walls downstairs. ]