Goodbye Dollet and Thanks for All the Fish! (backdated to Sept 28)

[om_nom_namur]

Characters: EVERYONE!!! And any "local" NPCs you want to make up
Location: A warehouse down by the wharf
Rating: G+? idk people will do as they will do
Open/Closed/Finished: Open
Summary: It's an excuse to pump dance music really really loudly, tbh.

The party was put together ridiculously fast, but everyone who decided to help went all out, and the place is pretty damn awesome. There are refreshments, strobe lights, a loudass music setup, and lots of space to dance. Come on in and have a blast! Garden will be sailing off in the morning, and then it's back to school. Time to get in that last hurrah!

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[thatched]

"I jus had a little of this and a little of that. Nothin' so big." He sat and sat hard, missing the chair completely and burst out laughing.

"I've fallen and I can't get it up!" he said, laughing some more and clinging to Ace's leg to support himself so he wouldn't crack his head against the wall. That would hurt and then Namur would kill him for getting blood on it.

"Hey Ace, Acelet, Acerine, darling, how come your legs're always so smooth?"

[mera_mera_ace]

Ace knelt down to help steady his intoxicated friend and rolled his eyes. "Because they are." He said knowing any explanation would go right over his head. It was the same reason all the rest of him was smooth too. He simply didn't allow the hair to grow in the first place. Being a logia was sometimes a wonderful thing in that regard....and he liked being smooth. Hair was itchy and cumbersome and smelled terrible when burned.

"Want some help into the chair or are you okay on the floor?"

[thatched]

"I'm okay as long as you're here." And as long as he could keep petting his leg because damn. Maybe Marco was the same. "You shave, don't you. Don't use my soap. It's good soap."

He rested his head on top of Ace's.

"Enjoyin' yourself, ma petite salmon?"

[mera_mera_ace]

Ace laughed. "Nah I don't shave. That takes too long. I just don't let it grow in the first place. You're soap smells like Vista and I prefer to smell like a man so I wouldn't touch it at all.

Ace chuckled and pet Thatch wondering if he was close to passing out. "Of course ma petite croissant."

[thatched]

He gasped.

"You take that back, brat! I do not spell like Vista! ... Or smell like him. How dare you even suggest that!" He shook his head woefully and hiccuped before fishing a flask from his shirt and taking a long drink from it, using Ace to brace himself so he wouldn't fall back.

"You know what this means, don't you?" he said when he'd drained it.

[mera_mera_ace]

Ace laughed merrily at Thatch's overexcited distress and shook his head. "Please enlighten me Thatchlette, what happens next?"

[thatched]

"A duel, my dear. Man to man to...man to man." Or something like that. "Or a challenge." Yes, he liked that a lot better. He slipped an arm around Ace's waist. "A challenge to defend my" burp "honor. What shay-- say you?"

[mera_mera_ace]

Ace laughed so hard his sides hurt. It had been a long time since he had seen Thatch this sloshed and it made him feel so much better. Almost like before everything went to hell in a handbasket.

"Maybe that should wait till you're able to stand up without help?" Ace patted the mans head and smiled down at him as he stood up. Even standing Thatch could easily wrap his arms around Ace's waist. Sometimes the pyro hated being so much shorter then his brothers. Without Haruta around he was the shortest in the old crew.

[thatched]

"Hey, bastard, I can stand up just...just fine." He stood, swaying a little, and draped himself over Ace's back, wrapping his arms around him and resting his chin on that head of his until the room stopped spinning.

"'S good to hear you laugh, ma patite chandelier. You should do it more often." Even if he had to get...mildly tipsy every night, he'd do it if that would help.

[mera_mera_ace]

Ace reached back helping steady the man and smiled. "Yeah, feels good to laugh again. Though you don't have to get wasted for it to happen." He chuckled and patted his side.

"You alright up there?"

[thatched]

"Really? What should I do?" He gives Ace a serious expression though with their positions as they are it's doubtful Ace can see it. "Should I get Feathers drunk. That's pretty damn hard you know an I'm pretty sure he fakes it to get me to pick up chicks.

He is really weird."

And Thatch is really hot. So he peels himself away from Ace, staggers a bit and starts undoing his shirt to get some cool air on his neck and chest.

[mera_mera_ace]

Ace laughed, he could only imagine the faces Thatch was making as he spoke. He shook his head lightly, Marco never got drunk, the phoenix in him wouldn't allow it to happen. At least that was what Ace was told and what he believed.

"He is weird...we all are. But that's what makes us special." He chuckled and then watched as Thatch staggered away. It was rather comical. He took a few large gulps of his drink and shook his head as Thatch started to take off his shirt. He let out a wolf whistle but was prepared to make sure he didn't get totally naked and embarrasse himself. He was a teacher after all.

[thatched]

"He'zza lying bastard, but I don't care. He's glorious and so are you." He stuck out his tongue playfully as Ace wolf-whistled and then--cuz hell he was there already, took his shirt off completely, laying it over a chair before showin' off his guns, because if anyone could 'ppreciate it Ace could as there was no Fossa or goddamn diamond Jozu to show him up.

And then, like booze from heaven, came the dulcet tones of his song comes on.

Fuck yes. Thatch more or less gracefully scrambles on top of a table, kicks the near empty punch bowl off of it and starts to sing along as he dances for Ace's pleasure--and the ladies too.

[mera_mera_ace]

Ace was howling in laughter as Thatch lost his composure and started singing. It was hilarious to watch the man shamble up into the table and dance and sing drunkenly and slurred to the song.

Thatch was certainly attractive and Ace enjoyed the show immensely. He watched as several ladies stopped and oohed and aahed at him pointing at his impressive abs and pecs.

[thatched]

Of course the ladies looked. He was a hunka man meat the sights they had never seen in this pencil town. The important--the important thing was that Ace was looking and having a blast so Thatch stepped up his game, planning to flip off the table but

the he went one way and the table went the other, skidding across the room and sending him flat on his back on some punch, sparks dancing in his head as it hit the floor.

He blinked at the ceiling a few times and then it hit him and he started to laugh.

[mera_mera_ace]

Ace winced when Thatch landed on his back hard. He walked over, kneeling above him. "You alright man?" He asked. Thatch was strong and he was laughing. But he was also drunk and might not really feel the pain if he hurt himself.

"That looked like it hurt."

[thatched]

"Ace," Thatch said between laughs and patted Ace's leg. "Ace, look! I got laid!" and he burst into another round of laughter, rolling onto his side. "It hurts. Make it stop!'

[mera_mera_ace]

"Come on you old lug, sit up." Ace said trying to get the taller man to sit up. "I thought you said you were to old to act like this." Ace teased lightly. It was likely Thatch wouldn't remember everything so he didn't try and censor himself at all.

"If you want we can get a few ladies and really get you laid."

[thatched]

"I am too old. Too old for those pencil necks. I'll break 'em." He laughs again and sits up, wrapping his arms around Ace's neck, his pompadour drooping and dripping a little from punch.

"Carry me home, sweetheart?"

[mera_mera_ace]

"Come on." Ace tries to help him stand, letting Thatch lean on him for support as he moves to pick up Thatch's shirt before leading them back outside of the room and towards Thatch's bedroom.

"Man you're soaked in punch, you smell like a brewery." Ace laughed.

[thatched]

"Ah but what a way to go. And...and Ace you should go." He stumbled a little on nothing and kept an arm wrapped around Ace's too warm shoulders.

"You should go exsplore and have fun and jus just do whatever the hell you want, you know? Even strip tease in the cafeterea. I'll join you. Though...you don't have much to go." And he pats Ace's butt fondly.

"Live free, okay? Nomatter what."

[mera_mera_ace]

"You want me to leave? Like leave Garden? Thatch, I don't want to leave. My family is here and that is one of the most important things to me, you know that."

Ace chuckled lightly about the strip tease in the cafeteria and then jumped a bit when Thatch patted his butt. "Just because you want to see my ass doesn't mean everyone else in Garden does. I think only about half would appreciate it to the fullest. But no worries man, I'm happy and I'm alright with the way things are at the moment." It took a few almost falls and more then a couple raised eyebrows before they made it to Thatch's room.

"Ah here we go, home sweet home." Ace led him over to the sofa so he could sit down.

[thatched]

"Not the Garden it'uz metphorpical." He flopped on the couch hard and wrapped his arms around Ace's waist, rubbing his head against his warm side. "Glad your happy. Like to see you laugh. Having a good time. Always home with you. Sorry I'm sucha jerk."

He wants to keep him with them forever. To pin him in time. Doesn't even want him to die of old age but be young forever.

"I'mna find a way to shtop time."

[mera_mera_ace]

Ace patted that still slightly damp pom and then started carding his fingers through Thatch's hair. "You're a mess baby. Thank you can stand up long enough to shower and get this sticky crap off of you?" he asked with a teasing lilt.

"And you're not a jerk sweetheart, if anything I am. Why would you want to stop time?"

[thatched]

"So we can be togetherforever." Ace's fingers felt nice but a shower'd feel better. He stood up and slumped against Ace, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

"Somethin's wrong. Room is spinnin'."