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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[animalia]

[ 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?

[flyingdick]

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.

[animalia]

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. ]

[flyingdick]

[Funny, Dick's attention is divided in a similar way.]

If you want me to think about wasted potential, all you'll ever see me do is drown my sorrows.

[Yeah, nothing compares to the female superhero crowd. But knowing where they are, Dick has few reasons to complain.]

Convenient that we're here, then, huh buddy?

[animalia]

Convenient is a good word for it.

[ They're an 80s college movie in the making, obviously. Or a post-college movie. Not that Gar ever actually went to college. ANYWAY... ]

We should find you a drink.

[flyingdick]

Or let the drinks find us.

[Dick went, but being Robin and then Nightwing conflicted with his educational commitments. Still, Gar, nothing to worry about!]

I mean, look at that.

[Another green fellow, larger and more rotund than Gar, is serving drinks to party-goers at the kitchen counter. He must have his own unique condition.]

Wasn't that guy just mowing the lawn earlier? Now he's playing bartender?