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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[icy]

Are you gonna be here in the morning?

[ Important questions linked to breakfast runs to the nearest store. ]

The likelihood of you crashing, I mean, is it right up there or way out of range?

[flyingdick]

High tolerance. I'm one of the lucky ones.

[He nods. If he knew what Jack was thinking, he'd tell him breakfast is the opposite of a problem.]

It's gonna be a very long night before I crash.

[It doesn't escape Dick's notice that the kid still has a shirt on. Way to follow the dress code, or better yet, the opposite of one.]

So how about you live a little, kid? Now that you're back to the land of the living, you can ditch the shirt like everyone else.

[icy]

[ Thank God Hiccup's on damage control tonight. ]

I have a cold, I don't wanna aggravate it by stripping off for no reason.

[ That, and he's hardly going to trust a bunch of tanned, buff strangers with his lanky, scarred chest. Jack doesn't want or need that sort of attention. ]

Just how old are you, anyway?

[flyingdick]

No reason? You ought to have every reason to, stout fellow that you are.

[Jack shouldn't feel bad about scars. Shirtless, it's plain to see that Dick has plenty all over the place.]

Cold or not, everyone's gonna feel pretty sick in the morning.

[Asking about his age. That's kinda new.]

25. And before that raises any alarms, take a look around. [There's just that many random strangers at this party.]

[icy]

[ Buff scars tho. On a buff dude who everyone can imagine wrestling a bear or a tiger, or that's what Jack's going with. ]

I have no idea how our parties keep getting this big.

[ Genuinely confused, and ignoring he coaxing to get undressed as he stuffs a hand in his hoodie pocket. ]

You don't know Hans, do you?

[flyingdick]

Should I know him?

[Dick is a complete stranger in a party full of complete strangers.

He doesn't pursue when it comes to Jack's hoodie, though. Dick's not always one to act like a complete... dick.]

[icy]

... No, no. You shouldn't. What did you say your name was?

[ U PASS DA TEST. ]

[flyingdick]

Grayson. Richard Grayson.

[He always wanted to say it that way.]

But friends call me Dick.