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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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[ Well. This is... fun? He'd never wondered what opposite of a costume party was, but he'd have to guess it was something like this. Maybe there'd be less pants, but he's not going to push any boundaries where that's concerned.

He mostly keeps to the edge of things. If anybody asks, he's probably definitely here for research. Never mind that Sociology isn't his thing, but he doubts anybody would call him out on that. ]

[ No matter how much he works out, Hans is never going to look as good as Kristoff. Ever. It's unfair, honestly. So, as a jock himself, it's totally normal for him to walk up and go for some guy talk, right? Yeah, totally.

God, just look at those pecks... ]

What's your secret? There's gotta be something.

[... Is this guy checking him out? What's going on here? Kristoff's actually confused about the question for a split-second, because what secret? He catches on after a moment, though, and his slightly put-off expression doesn't adjust for the clarity. ]

I don't... I don't know. Manual labor and mountain climbing? I've just always been big.

[ aka He was a fat kid, and this is post-Ugly Duckling phase. ]

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Manual labor? That's it?

[ That's about as far as this rich kid will ever get. He keeps looking Kristoff over, almost tempted to try for a touch-- Nothing weird about some dudely exchanges, right? We're all bros here. ]

You must eat like... nothing but protein, right? I mean, yeah, you're taller than me, but just... really?

[ Oh, god. This guy's weird. Kristoff's shoulders start to hunch up as the staring continues, and he crosses his arms as if that'll deter the attention. ]

I don't know, man. I just eat.

[ Crossing your arms only shows off your ripped biceps, Kristoff. That's just unfair. ]

You're lucky, man. I have to work out like, every day to keep in shape.

[ It's so hard being attractive... ]

Do you run? I mean, you must at least jog, right?

[ Wow, this guy is really into this stuff. Um... ]

I guess? I mean... Yes. In the evening. If I don't have work or whatever.

We should run together sometime. Right after sunset is a great time, since it's still light out and cooling down.

[ Is he coming on to you or does he really like exercising this much. We can't say. ~~I knew a guy like this once...~~ ]

[ Kristoff can't tell and it's really uncomfortable. ]

Um. Who are you again?

Oh! We haven't been introduced.

[ Embarrassing. Hans is obviously flustered by his faux pas. Is he really, though...? Well maybe a little. He extends his hand, smiling. ]

Sorry about that, I'm Hans. Anna's friend.

Hans. Right. Hi. [ And Kristoff can manage to un-cross his arms to shake hands. He's not sure how to label himself, so far as why he's here goes, or if he even has to.

... Yeah. He'll just leave it off. He's not anybody's friend, really. ]

I'm Kristoff.

Nice to meet you, Kristoff.

[ Hans smiles, easy and natural and so damn cheery. ]

So how 'bout that run, huh? You seem like the outdoorsy type-- personally, I prefer the waterfront. The breeze is awesome.

[ Wow, and now... How to get out of this? ]

Well, it's not really a company thing for me, you know? It's usually... Uh. I like it quiet. It's a relaxation thing.

Ah. [ Hans draws back. ]

I see. So you're... not in it for the exercise, are you?

[ Is he judging you? Little bit. ]

Sure I couldn't convince you? There's nothing quite like the burn of a good run.

[ God, what is that judgement face? Kristoff hates people so much. Why is everybody an asshole? Everybody. ]

Well, yeah. I get that. I like 'the burn' as much as the next guy, it's just... not a team thing, you know?

....I think I get it.

[ He does get it. But that's like, no fun at all. ]

You don't think I could keep up with your pace, do you? I know I'm not as tall as you, so my strides aren't as long, but...

[ There is no escape. ]

[ Oh my god. Oh my god. WHY???? Internal screaming. Just-- God. Why does this have to be a big deal? Why did he even come here? This sucks. Point blank.

Like, he doesn't even know what to say for a good moment, just-- Ugh. ]

Are you serious, man?

[ Because he can't be. ]

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[ He came down for a soda, fully dressed because screw this topless party junk, and notices Hans ... being Hans. Which is just painful to watch, really, and Jack gets distracted long enough that by the time he pushes through the crowd to Mini Blonde Hulk, the Ginger Terror has gone. ]

Uh, hey? Look, sorry about that guy from before, he ... pulls that a lot.

[ It's Jack's duty as one of the men of the house to be on Hans Patrol, or something. ]

[ Yep. He finally got his point across, apparently. Thank goodness. It's left him more annoyed than before, however, questioning again why he'd even decided to come here. When he's approached again, he only barely stops himself from telling the new guy to buzz off. He's just here to apologize, after all. Never mind that he shouldn't have to. ]

Yeah, that's... People are weird, man. Don't worry about it.

Cool. [ And he'd leave it at that, but ... ] Sorry, can I just ask who it was that invited you?

[ Holding up a hand like Don't shoot the messenger, this is legit. ]

I have no idea who half the people in my house are, right now.

[ And now somebody's automatically assuming he's crashing, which... Maybe that's fair. He hasn't exactly caught up with the vague acquaintance who'd haphazardly invited him. At least the housemate isn't being a total dick about it. That's more than most people manage. ]

Anna invited me. [ He looks around, because... Well, he hasn't seen Anna, but he's met a friend of hers, and he's sure Anna invited a lot of people. She seemed like the social butterfly type, after all. ] But I don't... I mean. I don't know her that well, I just-- [ So maybe he came against his better judgement because Anna happens to be cute, and nobody ever invites him to things, so... It felt nice to be invited. In retrospect, that seems really stupid. ]

I can leave, if it's a problem.

Oh, Anna. Okay. [ Man, whatever. Have a pat on the arm. ] C'mon, I'll show you where the decent beers are.

[ If Anna invited him, the worst that can happen is Elsa has every right to rip the guy apart. ]

[ Oh. Well, alright then. That was kind of unexpectedly pleasant of this person. Kristoff's posture relaxes a little and he moves to follow. ]

Hey, thanks. [ Oh, and-- ] Um. I'm Kristoff. Kristoff Bjorgman.

[ Gotta hide the best alcohol under the vegetable tray, like so. He's a genius, yes, drink up. ]

Jack Frost. And no, I don't nip noses.

[ It's been asked many, many times. ]

[ Kristoff almost asks if he's joking, because... Wow. That's a name. His own parents are dead, but that might be better than having living parents that hated you that much. He can restrain himself, though. That's not nice, after all, and this guy has introduced him to the good beer stash. ]

Right. Good to meet you, Jack.

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