[ Orihime isn’t really a party girl. She loves spending time with her friends and likes meeting new people, but that doesn’t mean she’s the sort of person who can show up at a party and thrive. It just isn’t her thing! And that’s fine most of the time, except on the rare occasion when she finds herself in a room full of strangers who all seem to know each other.
Like now.
She shuffles awkwardly, standing in the corner of someone’s — she can’t remember the host’s name right now — living room. It would be rude to leave, she reminds herself, sipping carefully from a red plastic cup of what she’d been assured was just apple juice. Especially since the host had been kind enough to invite her!
By now, she’s resigned to an evening of smiling awkwardly at people and making bad small talk, so the relief of seeing someone she knows (if only vaguely) is like a physical weight off her shoulders. She straightens her back and pushes her way across the room to say hi. ]
[ Crow sees Orihime kind of keeping to herself. He only vaguely knows her and since it's his teammate's party he does feel like he should make sure she's having a good time and not feeling too left out. He's pretty friendly and sociable so he tends to do fine at parties even if he prefers small group socials.
He's actually about to go to her when she makes her way to him. He smiles at her brightly. ]
Yeah, of course. Someone has to keep Jack from spending on the team's money. Are you having a good time?
Atsuhide doesn’t get out in that capacity very much — he’ll tour on his motorcycle alone or with Zumi and Raiga, sure, but getting out to go to a bar on his own is a little out of his comfort zone.
But Ko is in the UK again — some top secret stuff he won’t talk about with him or Kurosaki or Shino. It’s a bit frustrating — hence needing to get out. Chase away his worries off under the glow of the neon signs in the red light district.
He gets a hotel nearby, since at his core he’s a good boy who would rather die than drive drunk. When he gets there, he nurses a beer, occasionally looking over to see people on the dance floor.
It’s heartwarming in a way. That sense of community.
Tsubaki had danced at some point that night. The outfit they’re still in wasn’t even particularly revealing, all black and sleek tight to body and cut high on the thigh, long thighs and legs left revealed and strong arms unencumbered. Her long black hair with red ends down.
There’s nothing particularly raunchy about the atmosphere, singers and dancers performing throughout the night with and without the pole on the stage and it’s mostly just a nice vibe the place has.
“Haven’t seen you here before,” Tsubaki says to the newcomer who’s been observing.
"Haven't been here before." Atsuhide tells them; he'd noticed them particularly when they were dancing themself. They're pretty, aren't they? Especially with the similar height and even build, rare on someone so pretty.
Atsuhide turns in his seat to face them a little more, leaning back on the bar with his beer in hand.
Tsubaki pushes their hair behind their ear and takes an empty seat, one leg crossing over the other and nodding with a smile. “This place is like a home away from home.”
[The party is getting to be a bit much, so III goes to try to step out for a few moments. Unfortunately, it seems he's not paying attention to where the mistletoe is placed.
Nor has he been entirely aware of where Yuma is at the moment, which means he visibly startles a bit on encountering him.]
[ Yuma nods in agreement, his brows furrowing briefly but then instantly his face brightens at the question. Because... the answer to that is easy and should be obvious!!! ]
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Like now.
She shuffles awkwardly, standing in the corner of someone’s — she can’t remember the host’s name right now — living room. It would be rude to leave, she reminds herself, sipping carefully from a red plastic cup of what she’d been assured was just apple juice. Especially since the host had been kind enough to invite her!
By now, she’s resigned to an evening of smiling awkwardly at people and making bad small talk, so the relief of seeing someone she knows (if only vaguely) is like a physical weight off her shoulders. She straightens her back and pushes her way across the room to say hi. ]
I didn’t know you were going to be here!
rip me being so delayed
He's actually about to go to her when she makes her way to him. He smiles at her brightly. ]
Yeah, of course. Someone has to keep Jack from spending on the team's money. Are you having a good time?
no worries!
[ There isn't much juice left in her cup, so she drains the last sip and puts it on a nearby table. ]
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[ He glances around, looking for the tall blond but he doesn't actually have eyes on him currently, which could be a problem later. ]
Do you want another drink? I can get you something.
@ tsubaki.
But Ko is in the UK again — some top secret stuff he won’t talk about with him or Kurosaki or Shino. It’s a bit frustrating — hence needing to get out. Chase away his worries off under the glow of the neon signs in the red light district.
He gets a hotel nearby, since at his core he’s a good boy who would rather die than drive drunk. When he gets there, he nurses a beer, occasionally looking over to see people on the dance floor.
It’s heartwarming in a way. That sense of community.
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There’s nothing particularly raunchy about the atmosphere, singers and dancers performing throughout the night with and without the pole on the stage and it’s mostly just a nice vibe the place has.
“Haven’t seen you here before,” Tsubaki says to the newcomer who’s been observing.
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Atsuhide turns in his seat to face them a little more, leaning back on the bar with his beer in hand.
"Guessing you're a regular. You look like it."
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@ Yuma, mistletoe meme
Nor has he been entirely aware of where Yuma is at the moment, which means he visibly startles a bit on encountering him.]
Ah! Yuma!
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Oh! Hey! Didn’t think I’d be meeting you here~
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I almost forgot there was mistletoe here. [And now here he is, with Yuma, under the mistletoe.] ...I don't suppose you'd be up for a kiss?
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Yeah! Definitely... really!