video + action party log! | un: sharpshooter (locked from keith)

[azurestar]

[The feed opens on a pretty tired and lightly corrupted looking Lance (his default state, honestly). He runs a hand through his hair and then puts on a crooked smile. Lights, camera, action! This is a good announcement.]

Sooo, my buddy Keith's birthday was last Sunday and I figured why not surprise him with a party? I mean, after the whole bloody dragon transformation and the sex jokes, I think he's earned it.

[He shoots the camera a grin and a pair of finger guns and then he lets out a slightly awkward laugh that he interrupts with a cough into his fist. Yes, he's aware that was kind of a lot but like hell he's gonna outright admit it. Moving on...]

It's not gonna be fancy but it is gonna double as a halloween party cause if we do it right, it'll be thumping into the early morning hours [he winks], so come in costume if you wanna. Or just come get some cake, hang out, play darts, dance and drink, all that stuff. It'll be at The Red starting around eight. [A pause as he then considers one last thing.]

Oh, and if you wanna get him something last minute and need some tips just hit up me or Shiro. [And with that, he gives a two finger salute with a sparkling, crooked grin and ends the feed.]

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( ooc: for efficiency's sake, you can just jump straight into the party as a top level on this post if you want. Or just tag the network portion. Or both! )

B-Day Party at The Red

The party is located in one of the many rooms at The Red set up for things like medium-sized and intimate performances, dancing and karaoke. Yes, there's a karaoke machine, Lance didn't arrange for that specifically, but he's glad it's there because there's some people he'd like to bug into singing. If anyone wants to jam and can play an instrument, there's a bunch of them up on the small stage. If you play it, it's likely there... or even if you don't know how to play it...

There's red balloons and colorful halloween streamers and spooky lights all over the ceiling and some balloons are around on the floor to kick and toss, as well as a fog machine adding to the spook. If you wanna make more balloons, there's a huge box of un-inflated ones and canisters of helium on one of the tables set out around the edges of the room. Also on the tables is a bunch of snacks, all are halloween themed, made to look like eyes, bat wings and mothman shaped cookies etc., also a very large cake (just replace 40 with 22). There's places to sit as well, comfy couches and chairs and small tables near them and a dance floor in the center. Along the sides of the room are various kinds of halloween decorations like ghosts, fake blood, and most prominently in a place of honor: a large life size felt mothman with a very nice ass. Mothman is holding the happy birthday sign and has glowing red eyes.

The music playing is a variety of thumping dance music but anyone can go over and choose or put on a different track or turn it off to do some karaoke or play their own music. There's also a mix of halloween decorations, a dancing bat hanging from the spinning party light and various games. There's a row of 4 dart boards and plenty of darts along one part of a wall with chalk scoreboards, bobbing for apples, pin the bone on the skeleton, beer pong and a table full of jell-o shots, regular shots, mixed drink supplies, a punch bowl (only lightly spiked… for now) and so on.

All in all, it's a relaxed and intimate setting with the potential for more excitement. Lance had to pay a lot of paleblood stones to get the food and a lot of the stuff here, so enjoy.

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[tempredmental]

[And then they were collectively beaned by a stupid fake bat. Keith put his hand over his forehead, pulling it away from where he'd pressed his forefinger into Lance's chest.]

Ow! What the fu-? [As Lance grabbed for another shot, Keith looked down at where he heard the dumb thing hit the floor.] You know... nesss'time you put those things up securely, yeah? I don' need a concussion on top of a hangover tomorrah.

[He took another swig of the drink in his hand as he followed.] And you can't do that. People don' do things to each other into th' past. It's the future. And I'm gonna dart your ass into next century. So how's 'bout that!

[He pouted at the last part.] I didn' cheat. I got stranded.

[azurestar]

[Lance scrunched his nose and squint-glared at Keith. He may be a mess but he has enough presence of mind to not be an asshole at the party he threw for Keith. But still, that doesn't mean he as to be like super nice when he criticizes his bat hanging skills!]

I'll haa-ave you kno, that bat was th' MOST secure. Ever. I nailed it waaay betfer tham you ever did.

[He takes another shot and does not give a flying fuck that this is probably going to be the worst hangover he's ever had.] An' FURFERMORE, I can do what I wan' pass, future… 's'all the same. Time is fake.

A' so did I, but some'how you're still beatin' me… as usual.

[tempredmental]

I didn't nail anything.

[Oh... and that got Keith to kind of snicker before he got angry.]

What would you know about me nailing things, huh? It's not like I nailed you. [Or had he? Keith rubbed his face and shook his head.]

Forget it... just... yeah. Imma beat you again, and that's that. Gimme the damn darts.

[azurestar]

[Lance literally chokes on his shot that he's currently tossing back and he hacks and spits a bunch of it back up all over the floor, attracting grossed out looks.]

No, o' course you never nail'd me. [That is an unfortunate truth. They never did get around to that.] You- you wouldn' know what to do with an ass this fine!

[He pointedly sashays his very delectable behind and then grabs a handful of the darts and gives them to Keith. Then takes a handful for himself.] No dumb 'boons this time.

[tempredmental]

[Okay, seeing Lance cough his drink up all over the floor was actually kind of funny to Keith right now, and he snorts out a laugh.]

Yeah... sure... like you ever knew what to do with one. [And he was just... going to reach out... and SMACK that rear end for daring to be wiggled like that in front of him. Then, he took the darts.

It was probably a good thing he took the darts after he smacked Lance's ass.]

No b'loons... [He looked down, making sure he was on the mark for the right distance.

Or was he? Why were there two marks? There weren't. He was kind of seeing double.

He picked the further one, just to show off. Then, a biiiiiig deep breath.]

'm goin' first.

[The board seemed to be floating. He blinked a few times, and then shook his head a bit. Holding up the dart, his hand didn't want to stay still for him, and he squeezed his eyes shut. Deep down, some realistic part of him said this was a really bad idea. But he'd been challenged. He needed to do this, to prove Lance wrong. It was always about proving people wrong. He was good at things, damn it! He wasn't a fuck up. He wasn't a screw up. He wasn't some failure of a human bei-... well, human-Galra hybrid!

He could do this!

He brought his hand up again, another steadying breath, squinting just a bit as he clenched his jaw and focused.

Then...

He threw...

THUNK

Was it in? It was hard to tell. There were two boards suddenly, and it looked like it was in one of them... but where did that extra dart in the karaoke advertisement poster come from? He only threw one. Was that from the last party? Why did it look like the second board had a poster under it, too?]

[azurestar]

[Lance jumped when Keith slapped his ass and his face was cherry red as he handled the darts. What does he do or even say to that?! Keith is clearly drunk, so it's obviously just him not having any idea what he's doing and oh god, why did it turn him on a little? It's not like he doesn't get action, he's dabbled in being a nightwalker and has a couple more intimate regulars. So why does Keith doing that get him feeling like a fifteen year old who gets a boner with the slightest touch?

He knows damn well why and doesn't want to think about it, so while Keith tries to aim his dart while absolutely plastered, he grabs a cup of punch and drinks more. At this rate he might just kill himself with alcohol poisoning. Then Keith misses so spectacularly, landing his dart into the poster that Lance thinks he'll probably recover because he's laughing in utter satisfaction and vindication!]

Ohhh man, gooooood jooooob, mullet. You -hic- you really show'd th' poster who's boss.

[tempredmental]

That's... that's not my dart...

Mine's in the board... that board, not that one.

[There was only one board, Keith.

Yes... he was pouting.

And he was completely oblivious to Lance's reaction. Not that it would have clicked right away if he was sober, but drunk? Nope. Keith missed it completely and there was definitely no coming back around to catch on later.]

[azurestar]

[Lance squints at the boards in front of him to try and understand what Keith is telling him. If he was sober, he'd see the problem right away. But he is not.]

Uhhh.

[When in doubt, grab some carbs. He reaches over to the table nearby and blindly picks up a cookie then hands it over to Keith.]

Ssssomeone needs a… food. [He forgot the word 'cookie' shut up.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith squinted at the cookie, blinking a few times.]

One's fine... [He reached, trying to grab the 'second' cookie that wasn't actually there.]

[azurestar]

[Lance just sort of watches as Keith grasps at air and wonders if he'll try to eat the air too. That has him snickering to himself and then he moves the actual cookie over to Keith's hand.]

Yeaahhh, it sure is, buddy. [He reaches out with his other hand and pats Keith on the back.] You munch on that an' I'mma get a bullseye.

[He pulls up a dart in his hand and starts trying to aim at the dart board.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith stared at it for a second, looking almost like he thought Lance switched the cookies on him. Then, after a moment, he shrugged and started eating it anyway.]

Mm-hm...

[He'd even kind of stopped paying attention to what Lance was doing at that point, just focusing on the cookie instead as he leaned his elbows on the cocktail table they were using to hold their darts and drinks.]

[azurestar]

[Lance sticks his tongue out as he tries aims the dart as best he can. For him, everything turns into sharper focus somehow and he stops thinking, gets out of his head enough to… actually land the dart.

It's not a bulls-eye but it's close! But… he had the dart backwards and it bounces right back and somehow lands on the table in front of Keith.]

…Wait, where'd it go?

[tempredmental]

[Keith looked at the table for a moment.]

Huh... there's two darts here now...

[Yup, he totally missed that shot.]

[azurestar]

[Lance looks over to the table to see that yes, there's two darts there in front of Keith now. He blinks.]

…Did you… swipe my dart??

[tempredmental]

I didn't touch your dart!

[Keith's voice squeaked, and then, after a beat, he snorted.]

I mean... [And he lowered his voice a lot for just the two of them.] unless you want that.

[He snorted a little again, and then put his head down on the table to laugh.]

[azurestar]

[Lance's entire body goes rigid for a moment as his eyes widen. Then his cheeks heat up and he starts to tilt a bit. Because that was sure a thing Keith just said and he really had no idea that Keith had that in him.

He must be fucking blasted. And so is Lance, but probably less so.]

Wh-why would I want that? I'm 'boutta get a bullseye!

[He snatches his dart back. When in doubt just pretend you didn't get the innuendo… even though everyone in Trench knows it's impossible for Lance to not get it.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith was still laughing, snorting even.]

What's the matter? Don't like it being called a 'dart'?

[He leaned his chin on his hand, swaying a bit.]

[azurestar]

You're a dart!

[He has no idea what they're talking about at this point, it was just instinct to throw it back like that.]

[tempredmental]

Oh, no... [Keith smirked behind his hand, shaking his head a little, which only made him sway more.] Mine's definitely a sword. It gets bigger, too.

[Stop him. He was horribly drunk. He was probably going to be hungover in the morning.]

[azurestar]

[Excuse him, he's just gonna blue screen mid-throw and his dart hits at an angle and bounces into the drink of someone passing by. He sputters, his face flushing.]

Th-that's a low blow! You can't jus' say shit like that to-to get me to miss!

[Because that's clearly why Keith is saying it. His brain can't process any other reason right now, it would hurt too much. And after a pause, the implications of dart catches up to him.]

And mine is not a dart!

[tempredmental]

[Nope... that was it. Keith started to laugh. His elbow slipped from the table, and he just let himself flop on to it.

That was it.

Just laughing.]

[azurestar]

[He fumes and then… growls before going for his pants to start trying to unzip them to show Keith. That his dick is in fact, not a dart. You'd think he's insecure or something, but he isn't at all. His dick size has never been an issue, he knows it's a good dick. So how dare.]

See? [He points to it as his pants drop a bit.] And that's before it reaches its final form, jerk!

[He is… so drunk. Drunker than he thought. Sober him would never do this. Luckily, he is facing away from the crowd…]

[tempredmental]

[Keith actually choked a bit, and then lost his balance. He stumbled back, bumping into a few people, who pushed him back until he landed in a chair.]

DUDE... WHY ARE YOU FLASHING YOUR DICK IN A BAR?!

[It got Keith to stop laughing, sure. But now he was in this drunken state of shock that it looked like he might just keel over and pass out.]