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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[detectiveboy]

Don't sweat it, Anna.

[He's finally going to sip his chocolate milk, but hesitates.]

Your eyes aren't exactly slouches in the vividness department.

[He proffers his glass to her instead.]

So why don't we raise a toast to that? A toast to our eyes.

[wait_what]

[ Aw. This is kind of ridiculous, but she finds herself grinning- feeling strangely... a little less judged. He's intense, but not scary. ]

Th-Thanks! [ And hey, if it's a toast, it's a toast. No toasters to be found though. So she raises her own glass, the two clinking together. ]

A toast to our eyes, [ she declares, before taking a sip of the chocolate milk. It's sweet and refreshing compared to the slight burn of the alcohol. ]

... I like you. Where the heck did you hear about this party anyway?

[detectiveboy]

...heh. I like you, too.

[The chocolate milk is relieving to his taste buds, to say the least.]

And, yeah. My brother told me about it.

[A chuckle. Dick really might as well be his brother. Perhaps it's not too late to thank Dick for dragging him here.]

I'm sure he's wandering around here somewhere, chatting it up with the ladies.

[wait_what]

[ He liked her too. She couldn't help but grin, trying to mask her obvious cute excitement with a swig of chocolate milk. ]

I guess he's like-- a womanizer? [ she asks, casually-- leaning back on the counter a little. ] Well, as long as he's having a good time. And you, too.

[ Anna still wonders what brought these guys here, but with this kind of company, she can't say she's complaining. ]

[detectiveboy]

He might act like he's God's gift to women, but really?

[Another chuckle.] Deep down, he's a big softie. But don't tell him I said that.

[Well, they're both shirtless now. Might as well ensure that doesn't become the unspoken elephant in the room.]

Heh, I bet I've got as many scars as you've got freckles. [Don't act like you weren't looking, Anna.]

[wait_what]

Aw. [ She can't help but find that cute. ] You know- I don't know why guys try to hide that all the time. Not like it's a bad thing to be a softie.

[ Heck knows she prefers that, even.

But when he brings that up, yeah, her attention is brought right back to that sculpted scarred chest of his. (She totally wasn't focused on that before, okay?!) And with a laugh, she dares to ask- ]

What, you wanna count? You'll get tired after like, the first hundred.