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party time babes.

PARTY TIME YO
So. You are now at a party. It can be any kind of party - a nightclub, a big, flashy after-party party, a hipster party, a house party, dinner party-- there's plenty to drink, people to makeout with, friends to be stupid with and loud music. Everyone loves parties! Except when they're lame.

i. so wake me up when it's all over.
Yeah, basically, um, you're totally over this. It's pretty much the lamest do ever, and who invited that guy? Eh, you're just going to have to drown your sorrows at the bar, hopefully serving free drinks; at least there's a redeeming aspect. Maybe someone's already there, maybe they get your vibe.

ii. just hold on we're going home.
Fuck this shit, let's blow this popsicle stand. You've found a babe, and now it's time to split. Where do you go? Maybe you should go watch the sun come up, or break into a highschool and swim in their pool? Go to the beach and swim drunk!

iii. TURN DOWN FOR NOTHING.
You're into it. Like, dancing on a table with six semi-clothed strippers and suddenly you know all the words to Golddigger and you should literally just be Kanye because you're like, on his level. Wherever you are, you're having the actual best time of your life ever, and you've taken it upon yourself to make sure you're not the only one.

iv. I WOKE UP IN A NEW BUGATTI.
Shit. So this is hungover.

v. Bound 2.
Whoa. When did you post up here? Go flirt with some potentially attractive strangers. Or not strangers. Anyone is fair game, really.

vi. Hurry up with my damn croissants.
Dinner party option. You're hungry. It's taking a while (can your friends cook? You don't know). Time to make some awkies conversation with randoms!

vii. How 'ye doin'? I'm survivin'.
You went to get food from the 24hr store. You came back to the party. That deteriorated REALLY QUICKLY wow.

viii. Lamborghini Mercy, those chicks be so thirsty.
Ugh can they not? You're escaping from these guests. Space is needed. Go snoop around the house/venue/outside the club.

ix. But first, let me take a selfie.
Yeah, okay sometimes you just have to do the thing. Whip out your iphone and drag in a reluctant bro.

x. I been up all night, tryna get dat rich I been workworkworkworkworking on my shit.
Psh, you're here to network. Sidle up to some people, kiss some ass, snag those business cards.

xi. Trash the hotel, let's get drunk on the mini bar.
Hotel room party, awhhh yeah. This could get messy.

xii. This is our party we can do what we want/say what we want/go where we want.
This is your party you can write what you want!

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[ooc: up for the mixer from here?]

[OOC; That's fine! :'D]

[He's still not entirely sure why he agreed to this other than he has a pressing need to not be in the dorms for a while and Momo has a pressing need to not ever be left alone for more than five minutes (Minami and Uozumi notwithstanding since Sousuke's pretty sure once they get a couple of drinks in them they'll have blinders on), but Sousuke's here and he's trying very hard to not shove his hands in his pockets and loom. Looming would be rude. Momo actually seemed excited to have him along, after all.

He's almost succeeding.]

Do you know anyone else here?

Aside from you, Minami-senpai and Uozumi-senpai? Nope!

[Like that, or anything else, has ever stopped him before. He's a Mikoshiba -- if there's a party, they're sure to be the life of it. Sooner or later. But for now, Momotarou's behaving and settling back with Sousuke to get a feel for the atmosphere and the crowds.

And the drinks. Here comes a red Solo cup of...something, Sousuke. It's best to not ask where he got it so fast.]

But I'm sure by the end of the night, everyone'll know us!

[Look at him, all happy and smug and acting confident despite the fact that this is, like, his second mixer. 'niichan'd be proud.]

Of course not.

[As reluctant as he is to admit it, Sousuke's finding something about Momo's enthusiasm contagious. He looks out over the crowd; the mixer is well-attended but doesn't seem rowdy. Then again, it's still early.

He sniffs at the cup Momo hands him before taking a sip. How can something smell so fruity and taste like nail polisher remover?]

Wait, know us? I thought I was just the designated carrier.

[He didn't actually quite assume that much, but welcome to being teased by Sousuke, Momo.]

[That's probably because they're serving up berry trashcans, which isn't far from Sousuke's estimate. Oh well, Momo doesn't seem to mind -- he's on his second one already.]

You are, but that doesn't mean you're going to hold up a wall. You came here to have fun so that's what we're gonna do!

[And Momo punctuates this by grabbing Sousuke by his free hand and leading him further into the party, towards a group surrounding a table.]

It's not fun being a wallflower, so we can -- OH MY GOD, IS THAT BEER PONG?!

[Sousuke takes another swallow of his drink. It's not exactly growing on him but--in a terrifying twist--Momo's right. It's not fun just standing around doing nothing. He lets himself be led through the crowd, stopping when Momo starts shouting.]

Looks like it. Are you any good at this?

Am I good at this?

[Momo takes that as an accusation but doesn't look too offended by it, instead using it as a chance to showboat some more because...well, how often do his seniors ask him about stuff? Especially this one!]

Senpai, you're lookin' at one half of the Mikoshiba Family Beer Pong champions. Step aside -- let an old pro show you how it's done...

[Okay, so he may be exaggerating on the "old pro" part, and maybe the champion bit (who knows), but he's well more than confident when he picks up one of the ping pongs and plucks it into one of the beer cups at the end of the table. The game hadn't started, officially, and the table wasn't completely set up so it doesn't count. But he thinks it's pretty impressive, all things considered.]

Just like that. Teams of two take turns tossing the ping-pong ball into the opponents cups that have beer. If we make it in, they have to drink the cup. Sounds simple, right?

I know how to play--

[His reply goes unheard. Momo seems to have completely misunderstood his intentions but Sousuke's not exactly upset about that. He is a little surprised that the former captain of Samezuka's swim team apparently saw fit to teach his little brother to play beer pong, but then Mikoshiba-buchou did strike him as something of a wildcard.

He finishes off the last of his Solo cup--it gets easier the more you drink, something he tries to remember as a warning sign--and watches Momo shoot his ping pong ball into the cup. He nods when the ball goes in.]

Very simple.

[He debates for a moment--this is definitely contributing to the delinquency of someone who's a starting member of Samezuka's relay team--but then steps over to join Momo at the table, smiling and shrugging with one shoulder. Tada, instant team of two.]

I think we're going to do just fine.

[Momo's grin stretches to both his ears. A second later, he's pumping a fist, determination glinting in his eyes.]

Aww yeah!! You hear that?!

[He points a finger at the other players like some sort of wrestler working a shoot backstage -- the brash newcomer with his eyes on the prize, calling out the stable of veterans. A tale as old as time.

Sousuke's his muscle, too. So he's actually seen as a threat. Yeah, he can roll with this.]

Decide which one of you jabronis is gonna be second place, because we're gonna mop the floor with your crying faces in a minute!

[Sousuke'd noogie the crap out of Momo if he knew he was being seen as muscle but he can't help that the fiery little backstroker's brought out something competitive in him.

He also needs to make sure Momo doesn't lose or he's going to end up carrying him home. Again. And this party's a lot farther away than the last one.

Sousuke picks a ping pong ball off the table and practices bouncing it a little while Momo attempts to be intimidating. In the meantime, over his shoulder, Sousuke's giving his best predatory smirk to everyone around the table. That is, until...]

Jabronis? Really?

[Momo stops the promo, shooting Sousuke a small frown for the question, then whispers--]

It's all I can come up with off the top of my head. Just roll with it and give them a look like you're gonna kick someone's butt.

[Then he faces the other partiers, his hands on his hips, a glinty smirk on his face.]

Who wants to lose first!?

[Sousuke snickers a little at Momo's whispered admonishment then nods and schools his face into a very fierce frown and resumes bouncing the ball up into his hand. Apparently something they're doing is working because there don't seem to be any eager takers so Sousuke catches the ball and points to two randoms lingering at the far end of the table.]

C'mon. Step right up.

[If he's going to loom, he should at least loom helpfully, right?]

[Man, Sousuke's a better actor and loomer than Momo has ever given him credit for. Happy, he shoots his senior a look that clearly says Yeah, that's it! Just like that, Yamazaki-senpai!, then turns to the two poor unfortunate souls he just challenged.]

And because this is more or less a handicapped match, you two roody-poos can go first!

[Sousuke almost has to bite his cheek to keep from laughing when Momo looks up at him, but the other two have taken up their position across the table. He sort of recognizes one of them, must be another swimmer, but otherwise they're strangers. They seem game enough, and the one Sousuke doesn't recognize bounces the first ball...

Which lands squarely in one of their cups with a triumphant little plop.

An auspicious start.

Sighing, Sousuke fishes the ball out and downs the beer, then glances at Momo.]

Beginner's luck.

[The wind taken out of his sails, Momotarou face-faults, staring in disbelief at how Roody Poo #1 landed right in one of their cups.

Must've been a Stone Cold fan.]

...Ugh.

[Not one to be deterred, Momo shakes his fist at the Roody Poo duo.]

Whatever! Just all luck and smoke and mirrors! Wait till you see it when Yamazaki-senpai here lays the smack down on all of your candy asses!!

[Sousuke observes Momo's reaction from over the rim of his cup. He may lack finesse but no one will ever say he wants for energy.

Once he's finished his beer, he picks up the ball and makes a considerable show of eyeing his shot without saying a word, just occasionally glancing menacingly across the table. Sousuke tosses the ball lightly and it looks like a weird bounce, he's got his fingers crossed under the edge of the table...

And it drops into a cup in the back row.]

That's how it's done.

[BOOM.]

[The ball goes in, smooth as silk, not a drop of the beer within spilled.

If he were channeling DDP instead of The Rock right about now, he'd put the diamonds up and yell BANG! but Momo, somehow, doesn't break character. Instead, he looks over at the Roody Poos with a smarmy grin.]

Hope you kissed your mommas at the bus stop, buttercups, because it looks like senpai here just schooled you!

[Roody Poo #1 begrudgingly takes his drink while #2 glares at the Samezuka swimmers and Momo does some sort of victory jig.

It's going to be really bad when Momo misses, isn't it?]

[OOC; Sorry for the mega delay. I just got back from a trip and I neglected to send you a PM about it.]

[Sousuke's sort of hoping the other guys will start to think he's a ringer or something after that shot. That's right, he transferred to Samezuka not to swim but to up their beer pong game. Check it out.

He side eyes Momo's little dance but he figures it's in keeping in character for himself. He's the straight man to Momo's... whatever he's doing.

#2 is glaring across so Sousuke meets him glare for glare and...

It works. His shot bounces right off the table.]

What's wrong? Nervous?

[His voice is utterly deadpan. Now, for Momo's turn...]

[ooc: no worries! welcome back :D]

[Samezuka is a school for sports -- not just swimming -- and beer pong is competitive and sportslike, so why not? It's entirely plausible. And, hey, no risks of injuring your shoulder! ... Unless you fall on it or get into a brawl or something.]

HAH! Nervous and blind maybe. I bet if they threw the ball at the ground they'd miss! Give it here...

[Speaking of brawls, it looks as if #1 and #2 are planning to jump Momo from the sheer intensity of their glares. Not that Momo's paying them any mind -- he's too busy gathering up the ball and lining himself up for what's going to be the perfect shot.

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...which barely goes in. In fact, if it didn't plink off the rim of the cup, it wouldn't have gone in.]

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...hah!

[OOC; Thanks. :)]

[It's as much a sport as competitive eating but somehow Sousuke's managed to miss that department's scholarship kids on campus.

Sousuke's glad Momo doesn't seem to notice the daggers coming across the table at him. For all that the first year can get carried away sometimes, Sousuke'd hate to see his genuine enthusiasm for pretty much everything get ruined by people hating on him for it.

He shifts between matching the looks across the table and watching Momo's shot, letting out a huff of relief when it tips in.]

Bottoms up, boys.

[For all he knows they're third years too but that doesn't stop him from standing just a little taller and smirking.]

[That Sousuke is such a good sport -- both figuratively and not -- only makes this game that much more fun for Momo. Rin would've just bypassed the trashtalk; Ai would've been too terrified to continue on once he was done scolding Momo for even so much as thinking of calling anyone a Roody Poo Candy Ass. And who knows what Minami and Uozumi would've ended up doing...

Sousuke's an excellent partner. He'll have to make note of that.

But for now, in the meantime--]

Make sure to drink it slow! Wouldn't want you candy asses getting too nervous or anything before the next round starts. Heh heh!

[He does try. Too many people at Samezuka have seen him palling around with Rin to be intimidated by him much anymore but it's fun to let that side of himself out once in a while, even if it is over a game of beer pong. And if he feels a little sentimental about watching someone younger than him competing so aggressively, again even just at beer pong, well, that's his little secret.

He tries to remember anything he's ever seen of professional wrestling, since he's seen enough to at least recognize the things Momo's saying. His dormmates in Tokyo liked it so it was inescapable. Isn't there a thing...

Sousuke extends one arm straight over the table with his hand palm up and and flexes just his fingers in a beckoning motion. That's something one of them did, he's almost certain.]

You're up. Let's see if your beginner's luck still holds.

[And Momo recognizes the gesture right away, letting out a whoop so loud, it overrode the music playing over what was once a very impressive sound system.

It's one thing for him to find a brother in arms, if you will, in someone like Sousuke. Pro-wrestling has its viewers, detractors, marks, and the like, and before now, Momo's always thought Sousuke fell into the category of someone who didn't even know anything beyond the usual "it's fake." To see him fall into character and mimic the gesture of one of Momo's favorite wrestlers?

Well, he's tickled pink.

He's almost tempted to ask which version of The Rock is his favorite but, yeah, they have a game to decimate people at going on here.]

Hahahahahaha! YEAH!!! Yamazaki-senpai's telling you all to just bring it!!

[The Roody Poos look at each other then at the front door, possibly contemplating an early exit.]

[Momo gets a long side-eye for the shout but he almost breaks character to smile about it too. Apparently he got it right. It's pretty gratifying, to know that something in the back of his mind from months ago can have that effect on the first-year. He's not going to be at Samezuka for long so he's not sure he'll have a lot of time to bond with the rest of the students here, but Rin's affection for them is contagious.

In short, he's pretty proud of himself right now. Nailed it.

He lowers his hand and arches his eyebrows when he sees the other two looking at the door.]

Oh, you're not really thinking about leaving, are you? We're just getting started.

[He bounces a ball hard across the table, smirking as player 1 almost misses the catch. It's enough goading to get him to take his turn, though.

Right into another cup.

It's the other guys' turn to smirk as Sousuke drinks his beer without another word.]

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party time babes.

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i had to google to see if that was a real drink, wow

Haha, they are! And not bad, I guess. It'll mess you up tho

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momo as a rock fan gives me life

It's rather fitting, I think.

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