lah-dee-dah

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Ten minutes! Wet t-shirt contest, Irvine! Save me a spot, I just need to take a piss!

[This door over here is being flung open and there's a sudden blast of loud music and laughter and even louder voices. This young man stumbling through is wearing a pair of tight, low-slung jeans and the white shirt he's wearing is rather damp from salt water. He laughs over his shoulder, and maybe under the smell of alcohol, someone might notice the scent of familiar Darkness.]

Huh... frat house is a lot bigger on the inside. Cleaner, too.



[OOC: Ri has been switched with the Him-He's-Supposed-To-Be in his home universe, college sophomore and fratboy. Beware... he's sort of an ass.]

Comments

do your worst 8)

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[and here's a kid wandering by with several jars of spaghetti sauce in his arms.]

awww ;o; 'bug has no daddies

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he might be three sheets to the wind, but he knows this isn't what he should be seeing in a frat house*

Hey. Kid. What're you doing here?

DDD: he's parentless

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

Huh? Oh, hey Daddy! I'm makin' spaghetti!

good thing he has babysitters :/

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

I'm not your dad, kid.

*1) no pink ribbon in his hair, 2) his hair is cut short, to his chin, 3) he's kind of scowling at you*

[seasides]

[....welp, feel free to ignore the boy-Kairi staring incredulously at you, Ri.]

):

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

... You're not? But-- Well I mean you got shorter hair, but..

[dawnrise]

[Hey. Hey. Look. A female not-quite-double. She's balancing a tray of dirty dishes on her shoulder with one hand, staring at him with a look of concentration... and confusion.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he doesn't notice you because he's too busy drunkenly weaving down the hallway*

... bathroom... bathroom's... uh... thought it was... o'er here...

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he's... squinting at you*

Riku! You bastard! I thought you weren't gonna... gonna come to the party!

[seasides]

[this is not going to end well. but he sighs and moves to catch up.]

This way to the bathroom.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

I'm not anyone's dad, kid. I'm too young. C'mon let's... your parents have to be around here somewhere.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he blinks at you, then grins*

Thanks, buddy! There ain't a line, right?

[seasides]

No line.

[yeah okay this is officially really bizarre. he's trying to think about whether this is a new version entirely or if something just happened.]

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[... Sora pouts, and sets those jars of spaghetti sauce down and leaves them behind, reaching up and grabbing Ri's wrist. he'll try to lead him along back to his room, so he can pull out his drawings and pictures. maybe Ri just bumped his head and forgot who he is!]

[dawnrise]

[Oh gee, thanks for the look. One of her eyebrows lift up.]

Party?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he frowns when you grab him, trying to shake you off awkwardly*

You know where your parents are, kid? I better... better tell 'em not to leave their brats around on campus alone.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Good! Haven't seen ya around before. You one of the new pledges?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Yeah! Kappa Phi Rush! Whoo!

*he seems to be in quite a jolly mood, probably because he's drunk*

I thought you hated these things... you an' Sora both.

[seasides]

Nnnnot quite.

[here, Ri, have a bathroom. go do your thing.]

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

I'm trying to show you! An' I'm not a brat!

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he certainly will! and even wash his hands after*

It's pretty clean in there. 'm impressed.

[seasides]

[amazing! and he shrugs, hands in his pockets.]

You shouldn't be. This isn't where you think it is.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

You look like a brat to me, brat. Take me to your parents then.

[horrorcharm.livejournal.com]

[ The sudden noise and stench of booze make Kairi turn on her heel to look back at Ri. He looks her age, which is odd in itself because most of the boys who look like her best friend are younger in this place. It doesn't even cross her mind that he could be a replica. She hasn't met any of them yet.

So, under the impression that it's Riku standing there, t-shirt drenched with salt water and breath drenched with alcohol, she starts walking toward him, curious. ]

[dawnrise]

I'm sure.

[She wrinkles her nose at the smell, and lowers the tray to her hip.]