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who: Bryn Zethir & Guests
what: A Gold & Glitz House Party
when: Evening of June 1st
where: Bryn's apartment
warnings: Alcohol, tobacco, and weed.

[Welcome to Bryn's apartment. The door is unlocked, and personal belongings can be tossed up onto the bed just at the top of the stairs. The party's theme is apparent at once. As mentioned on the network post, gold and glitz is strongly encouraged (though no one will be turned away for lacking either) in clothing, jewelry, accessories, or however creatively someone would like to incorporate it. Those interested in participating but lacking anything gold or glitzy will find gold glitter body gel to spread on their skin, compliments of the hostess.

There's a bar cart by the front door with a sign that reads WELCOME in gold script. It's laden with short shot glasses filled with what looks like liquid gold. When imbibed, however, it tastes like a faintly peach-flavored vodka. The rest of the alcohol and mixers can be found in the kitchen. Clear plastic cups feature labels that can be written on in gold permanent marker, then filled with any number of beverages. Really, there's no real rhyme or reason to what's available, as guests have been encouraged to bring whatever they like and add it to the kitchen island. For those who don't drink alcohol, there's a sign on the fridge indicating that non-alcoholic drinks and mixers are kept within. Anyone looking to fill their stomach a little between drinks will find platters of finger foods available throughout the apartment. Gold macarons, cheese and crackers, sliced fruit and vegetables are plentiful, but guests who are quick enough may find they can grab some of the thinly sliced beef arranged around a bowl of spicy dipping sauce. Of note, there is also a plate of gold fortune cookies for guests. While it's noted there's only enough for one per person, the fortunes feature not only a fortune but a party challenge. Dance with a stranger? Eat nothing that isn't fed to you? Try your hand at inventing a new drink? Why not try it and see what happens? Play a game of party jenga for that matter.

Beyond all this, anyone attending is encouraged to mingle and enjoy themselves. There's ample seating throughout the apartment for people to sit back and enjoy their food and drinks, including a plush rug in one corner covered in floor cushions and pillows around a hookah with a variety of flavors of tobacco. For those who are more inclined to activity there's space enough to dance to the music that booms throughout the apartment. With the windows open the space stays well aired out and comfortable, inviting any who attend to linger as long as they like. By the looks of things the hostess has no intention of kicking anyone out no matter how late it gets...]

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Never knew an angel's hands could be this small. [ Gladio, stop teasing him. He's already seen his knees knocking and now he's stammering out an apology, he should at least feel a little bad. But nah, this is kind of funny. ]

Is this really your 'art'? [ He pointedly stares at the hand print. Then his looks at him, and grin. All teeth. He's thinking a little payback is in order to the tune of drawing in glitter on this guy. ]

...Heeey, maybe I am feeling inspired after all. C'mere.

[ Gladio reaches out to grab him. Time to relive his happier times camping with his friends with some good old fashioned hazing. ]

If it isn't to your liking, perhaps you should acquire better taste.
_{[ ... this guy. ]}

What do you mean inspired? Ah, was it that easy?
_{[ needless to say, he doesn't struggle, but his feet seem braced because he isn't sure if Gladio is just gonna pick him off the ground, or something. ]}

What are you doing?

Is that so...

[ Acquire better taste, huh? Well, he now knows just where to put into practice his sudden fit of inspiration. So to answer his question as to what he's doing, Gladio seizes him by the shirt and hauls him close - and also, about an inch or two off the ground. ]

Getting artistic on your ass.

[ Why yes, this big burly man is going to attempt grappling you (relatively gently) and wrestling you into a compromising position, Karamatsu, for the sole purpose of drawing what looks to be a gold... ostrich? Anyway, it's a Chocobo. In glitter. ]

Edited 2017-07-10 02:33 (UTC)

Oi, what are you--!

_{[ Karamatsu is quick to grimace once he is seized, and one interesting thing he does is he reaches towards his hip.. almost as if he is going for a weapon (really? him? of all people?) because he doesn't know what Gladio is doing. He's been through a lot on Eluvio, and one thing he learned was not to trust people as easily as he used to.

Though, his expression relaxes when he realizes what Gladio is doing, and he probably feels his entire body wilt from simmering down. ]}

O-Oh, aah, I see.. it's.. roughhousing, isn't it? Is this how somebody like you becomes artistic? How fascinating.
_{[ He's so confused. Did he really have to do that? ]}

Sure, kid.

[ It'll be later, when Gladio realizes that warning that briefly sounded in his head a high and discordant pitch was sound on his part. He certainly was reaching for a weapon, but he had dismissed it once he realized there was no belt, no holster, nothing to be alarmed about. He's a Shield, they're trained all their lives to be constantly vigilant for any sort of danger.

Karamatsu, however, seems harmless. He'll think again once he pieces things together, connects the dots of Eluvio. So far Karamatsu was not on his list of those to look out for.

But he does notice the speed with which he seems to become suddenly... docile? It's odd. It's like he bears his neck the second he thinks he's defeated. That's... kind of weird. It makes Gladio ease up on him after the work is done, beam a dazzling smile at him as he hands back the tube of glitter. ]

What do you think? What does your keen eye for design tell you of my attempt to follow a true master of the arts?

[ Don't mind him, he'll just smooth over any wrinkling of your ego by claiming he only learned it from watching you, Karamatsu. ]

_{[ He becomes docile once he realizes he isn't in any danger, though honestly, it's more like he becomes docile once he thinks he could be somebody's friend, even if it did put him in danger.
He teeters back to his feet, his skin glistening from a small sheet of sweat that surfaced on his face. He swallows thickly and looks down at the picture once he is questioned. ]}

I think.. that your object of choice is one that captivates people's hearts.
Especially mine.

_{[ a beat. ]}

I love chickens!
_{[ He loves eating chickens, but he won't clarify that. ]}

[ Gladio stares at him a long time, resisting the urge to bop him on the head. He might render the guy unconscious if he does after all. Also? He just wrestled a stranger to apply body glitter on him, he has a reason to check up on him. That's kind of AGGRESSIVE, you know?

In any case, no harm, no foul. ]

It's a Chocobo.

[ For the love of the Six, don't eat one. That's nasty. That's like saying you eat horse. Which is... actually a thing but don't talk about it!! ]

Oh, I see. A Chocobo. It's..
_{[ He studies the picture of the longest time, trying to ignore how his skin burns from being wrestled with so suddenly. But yeah, it's strange how instantly he sprang back, isn't it? Now he's chatting it up with Gladio just like nothing happened. ]}

..delightful! I decided that I love it.

[ Bounced right back, huh? Gladio's brows lift in surprise, but a moment later he bursts out laughing at the compliment. Okay, this guy's alright. ]

Then let's wear our masterpieces with pride.

[ It's only fair. Even if his rendition of a Chocobo is more than a bit 'rough' and the hand-print is simple. He feels like this ridiculous exchange somehow ended up good in a way. He smacks his shoulder as a friendly gesture. Too bad it's the kind of thing that sends people of similar build to Prompto lurching to the side or staggering after. ]

Heh. Everything I put on my body, the temple to my soul, I wear with pride. it is only natural to decorate your temple.
_{[ He also laughs, not sure what he's laughing at but he's laughing nonetheless.. right up until Gladio smacks him and actually sends him reeling forward, onto the ground, face first.

But that's no matter. give him just one second to get right back on his feet and chuff some laughter, pressing onward with a stream of blood coming out of both of his nostrils. ]}

H--hah! Nothing can stop us!

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