nobody can tell who anybody else is in the dark except they totally can

[icy]

fairy lights are everywhere to make the costumes more realistic~ for drunken eyes and clowns are making out with fairies wtf it is super dark COSTUME PARTY YOOOO

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[stotte]

So you normally get to show off a little of your--[Her eyes will wander south for a moment before looking up again.]--muscles?

[She'll take a sip of her own drink, trying really hard not to burst into laughter. A little drinking has her a little more audacious with her words than usual.] Maybe I should start watching a few more wrestling matches.

[eret]

Aye. Perhaps you should. They can get a little...sweaty.

[Noticing the look wandering down to the gold underwear doing nothing much to hide his...manlies, Eret also takes another sip of his drink, attempting to look as nonplussed about it as possible. Running his tongue along his bottom lip, he can't help but flex his pecs a little.]

[stotte]

[With the slight flexing, she struggles with holding her laughter. Normally, she'd roll her eyes at the sight of a man trying to impress her with his muscles, but she couldn't deny she usually had fun exchanging teasing banter with Eret. Even now, it wasn't so different from those other times, except, well, she felt a little more flirtatious due to the intoxication.]

Well, a little sweat never bothered me.

[eret]

[He doesn't mind the laughter much - people usually roll their eyes at him (except for that Ruffnut chick, she was just...weird). It's a bit refreshing to see Astrid loose, even if the flirting did weird him out, but then again he was flirting too, wasn't he?]

I'm sure it doesn't, love, but a lady of your...flexibility? I'm surprised it doesn't just slip right off.

[stotte]

Oh? [She leans up against the wall, stirring her drink a bit in her hand before taking another sip. She should probably start controlling her intake before she got too daring with her words.]

And what do you know of my flexibility?

[eret]

[He takes a couple of steps closer, not too close though, just enough because damn.]

You're an athlete major too, right? I think we're required to be flexible, ain't we?

[stotte]

[She watches him shorten their distance just a bit, her drunken side a tad bit disappointed that he hadn't moved even more. But the slightly still-sober part of Astrid kept alerting her that self-control right now was a necessity.]

I suppose we are. [She gives a light shrug, before raising an eyebrow.] Though I know a few extra tricks in that area that the major didn't teach me.

[So much for self-control of your mouth, Astrid.]