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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[fionna_time]

"Yeah, but, what kinda booze are you talking about? Rum? Vod-kah?"

Fionna drank some water of her own, exhaling happily when she was done.

"I guess, if you already got someone like that," she said, shrugging. "I don't see why you'd wait 'til now though. If I had someone I liked, they better be able to dance fast AND slow. They have to keep up with me, after all!"

[om_nom_namur]

"Whatever we pick up on the way," he said with a shrug. "Prob'ly ain't happenin' t'night though since Thatch's likely gettin' sloshed t' his teeth an' someone's goin' t' have t' clean up 'round here." Namur took a deep breath and let it out heavily, leaning his elbows on his knees. Worst part of the party, that. Then he turned, letting the subject change with a sharp smile.

"People ain't all the same, Smolt," he cuffed the back of her head, just enough to give it a solid thump, but do no real damage. "Jus' cuz y' think shit ought t' be one way don't mean others ain't entitled t' the same. Got t' share the dance floor, give a little bit a everythin' so everybody goes home happy, y' know?"

[fionna_time]

"Aw, boo," Fionna hissed. "It's no fun getting all silly drunk if you have to be sober for it all. Hey, promise you get drunk with me, and I'll help ya clean up, I promise! We all should get to enjoy ourselves today, even if it is over some weird drnk that makes us act loopy."

She stuck out her tongue. "Yeah, I guess. Maybe I just have no room for saps now. But I guess even here we gotta have some slow dancing."

[om_nom_namur]

"Jus' what the hell kind a drunk y' think I am?" Namur laughed. "Trust me, I'm a lot more fun sober. Maybe buzzed. Still."

[fionna_time]

"Either one!" Fionna said happily. "But I think I'll take buzzed, if you stay happy!"

[om_nom_namur]

"Yer really stuck on this, ain't y'?" Namur shook his head. "Maybe next time, Girly. Least one person's got t' be sane 'nuff t' drag all yer sorry sloshed asses back t' Garden 'fore it up and flies off in the mornin'."

[fionna_time]

"Well sure. I mean, being drunk is ok, I guess, but the best part about it is getting to have fun with your bros gettin' silly and pranking each other and having dumb conversations!"

She wrinkled her nose. "And you want that to be you? That's gotta suck."

[om_nom_namur]

"Want it t' be me?" Namur leaned back- sort of- in the chair. He turned himself sideways and draped his arm over the back to do it because of his dorsal fin. His voice took on a resigned tone. "Naw, Smolt. Ain't no one else t' do it. Thatch's already halfway t' snookered, Ace's just as likely t' join him as he is t' take care a him, an' no one else that's here knows how t' handle 'em drunk. Process a 'limination, an' all that shit. Don't mean I ain't havin' fun!"

[fionna_time]

Fionna raised an eyebrow, then shook her head. "I get it. So you look after bros, even if you could be having fun. cake is kinda like that. Like, she likes to have fun like me, but if she's gotta play the mom, she'll do it, you know? It's just us in the Treefort, so that makes sense. But I'm sure they're glad to have you lookin' after 'em."

She looked at the punch. "I thin I will help ya after all this."

[om_nom_namur]

"Close 'nuff, I guess," he leaned forward to get the next song going. "Do what y' want, Girly. Got a couple a smolts from the Committee thing hangin' 'round t' help clear it out so either way we're all good. Music's pickin' up after this, by the way. Last chance t' find yerself a good lookin' partner t' cozy up with, sheheheh!"

[fionna_time]

"All right, I will."

Hmm. She looked around, then shrugged. "Wanna dance with me again?"

[om_nom_namur]

Damn his genetic predisposition to blush.

"What, right now? Bad idea, Flounder Bait," he chuckled. "Humans ain't used t' watchin' for dorsal fins 'n' shit when they're dancin', an' they always end up takin' 'emselves out on mine." He gestures behind his back with his thumb. It isn't his fault the thing pokes out most right at head-height for humans.

"Figure out a way t' breathe underwater an' I'll show y' how we do it down in the District though," he offered, cocking his chin arrogantly. You want a piece of this? Too bad, it'd kill you.

[fionna_time]

Fionna frowned. "Are you sure you're not just saying that because you're scared to slow dance? You did blush right now."

She gave him a haughty look. "You know I'll take you on anytime, water or land!"

[om_nom_namur]

"Lord a the Sea," he coughed, choking a little on his laughter. "D' y' even hear the things yer sayin'? Li'l shit, 's jus' weird tryin' t' dance when y' barely got yer head higher'n my pants an' I'm knockin' people sideways. In the water y' ain't got t' have yer feet at the same level, meanin' it'd look more like actual dancin' an' less like a bad blowjob."

[fionna_time]

Fionna made a psssh sound with her mouth. "Ah, anyone can do what they gotta if they put their mind to it. So what if I'm smaller than you? It'd still be cool to slow dance with a bro of mine."

And she's going to ignore the blowjob comment, not knowing what that even meant.

[om_nom_namur]

Namur facepalmed. "'S why I said if y' can find a way t' breathe underwater I'll do it. Then it don't matter if yer tall or short."

[fionna_time]

"That, or we can find some way to suspend gravity," Fionna said shrugging. "A shame though, we did all this dancing AT each other, we never bothered to trying dancing with each other, you know?"

[om_nom_namur]

"Eh, 's jus' cuz a the style, Smolt," he shrugged. "Talk t' Thatch an' Marco, they got all kinds a dances t' do with more'n one person."

[fionna_time]

Fionna shrugged. "I guess. Your fault for being so tall! You're, like, the only dude I would wanna slow dance with anyway."

[om_nom_namur]

"Yeah?" her words kind of caught Namur off guard. "An' why's that?"

[fionna_time]

"Because if I do it with anybody else, people think we're up to something, that we have some romance or whatever. You, like, cuff my head and call me Smolt and all this stuff. I can dance with you and just have it be a dance! It's comfortable, and I like that."

[om_nom_namur]

"Tch, y' ain't talked t' Thatch much," Namur muttered, rolling his eyes. He lifted out of the chair, spun it around, then sat in it backwards, arms draped over the back and leaning it forward on two legs. "Guess somethin' like that'd be alright. Make it happen, Smolt."

[fionna_time]

"What's Thatch got to do with anything?"

Ah well. She grinned, sitting in a chair opposite him, squatting more than anything. "You gotta pick the song though. Music is a little different where I'm from."

[om_nom_namur]

"Different where I'm from, too," he said. "Similar though, in most ways. Still got a hard down beat, usually y' got eight beats 'fore y' got t' switch up what yer doin', shit like that. Sheheh! What's yer favorite song y' heard 'round here so far?"

[fionna_time]

So he was just not going to explain the Thatch comment? Fine.

"Hmm. I heard a lotta songs, and I don't know all the names. I like that one song with the girl talking about how she's ti-tay-knee-um, whatever that is, and that song I danced to about shaking butts and push up or whatever."