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Tweak says, "can we dance?"

Ikeda Kiriko | 池田妃凛子 (apathyisboring) wrote in disappear_rpg,
@ 2009-08-11 18:10:00

Entry tags:

kiriko, open thread, plot, team

Party Time!
Who: Everyone who heard, basically.
What: Kiriko's Party
Where: Event hall by the dorms
When: 8pm Saturday
Why: Birthday celebrations!

The party's turnout was roughly as expected, and the presence of such a lively crowd was enough to make anyone (but especially Kiriko) thankful for the fact that the event hall had air conditioning. Tables were scattered about, some of them holding food for the guests and all of them clear of the dance floor. A school-aged boy with a nervous look to him was at the head of the dancefloor acting as DJ and doing a reasonably good job at keeping everyone pleased, mostly by way of immediately playing any song requested that had not been previously blacklisted by Kiriko. A karaoke system and open mic were set up, but no one had gotten quite drunk enough to approach the stage yet. The much-fretted over decorations had gone up last minute and the sparkling blue butterflies dangling from the ceiling or stuck to walls here and there caught and reflected the dim light.

Kiriko sat at the head table with a gaggle of girls, several from 1-A, and was chatting and laughing easily with them. She was keeping a sharp eye out for anybody who looked like they might break something or cause other kinds of trouble, occasionally turning from the conversation to crane her head and look out over the partygoers, but seemed quite pleased and relaxed nonetheless.

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Re: ORLY?

some_other_dog
2009-09-05 09:39 am UTC (link)

Reizo turned to Emi, cheeks plump and stuffed full of, if the rice around his mouth and roll he had poised in one hand was any indication, sushi. He looked perplexed. And like a chipmunk.

“Difgufting?” he asked, still chewing his food. He cleared his mouth with a gulp, frowned, and snatched the handkerchief away from Emi to wipe his mouth clean of the near ludicrous amount of rice ringing it. “Nothing disgustin’ about eatin’, shrimp.” He seemed to want to say more, but the wise line his uncle had given him back when he was still a normal kid was murky and out of reach. Something about yakuza and eating first..

He cleaned his fingers on the dainty yellow hankie, then handed it back to her with a grunt of thanks and lifted his free hand to take a drag of his cigarette, only to discover that it’d disappeared. He whirled around back to the buffet table and found it floating in a half-empty punchbowl. He ladled it out carefully and stuffed it into the hands of a passerby with a little nod before he lit himself up a new one and took a slow, savoring drag.

“So how’re you liking the party? Is getting lost in the crowd of bigger folk and knocked around as fun as I figure it is?”

He delivered the line through a toothy grin and with an accompanying appraising look.

“Just about makes you wanna drink, huh?”

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