sirenspull_logs | You gotta fight for your right to party.

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You gotta fight for your right to party.

Who: OPEN TO EVERYBODY!!! Even if you don't know who Jesse is. Word-of-mouth invitation.
When: Noon 'til evening sirens of Wednesday, July 4
Where: The beach!
Summary: An excuse to party and set off fireworks.
Warnings: Put 'em in your subject lines.
Notes: Meme-style! Tag in, tag around, have fun and whatever... yo.

The setup is probably more elaborate than anticipated. Jesse's paying for it all out-of-pocket, but as he has a drug dealer's income, he's splurged on all the best stuff.

The food includes everything that everyone suggested on his post. Hotdogs, hamburgers, veggie burgers, pizza, chips, cookies, cake... There's an open bar for all the alcoholic drinks and a table with coolers for all the rest.

The music is selected by your host, Jesse, who's also the main DJ for the event. That guarantees a selection of varying quality that focuses heavily on hip-hop, rap, and dubstep. It's not always kid-friendly, but it's good for dancing.

General entertainment comes in the form of swimming, beach volleyball, a bonfire as the sun begins to set (including s'mores!), and a huge fireworks display just before sirens.

Security is being handled by Jesse's goons. You didn't think he'd host a Newcomer party without them, right? They're armed and much stronger than he is, so don't mess. A few healers are also on hand for first-aid.

Transportation back to the Tower Apartments via shuttle is also provided at the end of the night. (He really splurged.)

Party hard!!!

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[He hums again, torn between picking his head up to look her over -he knows about the bruises from when he came to find her after things had...but it slips his mind, at the moment. He turns his head instead and buries it between her shoulder blades, liking the warm, reassuring brush of her feathers against his neck and shoulder. He sighs a little. Nill is the only safe thing in the world, sometimes. Could anyone really blame him if he finds it hard to let go?]

'S good to see you.

[She's done well to cover up the bruises and scrapes - aside from the ones on her legs, at least, which she couldn't do much about. But the one on her cheek is almost impossible to see thanks to the makeup, which Nill never actually wears unless it's to cover something (like the circles under her eyes).

Honestly though, Nill doesn't blame him. If anything, she's glad that he thinks she's safe.

Some days, though, she wishes he knew just how wrong he was.]

You, too.

[Another slow inhale and exhale. She's not sure she likes this much touching right now, but she can deal with it. She isn't a fourteen-year-old girl anymore, and the days when this would have sent her into a panic are long gone.]

How much have you had to drink?

Hmm? You're thirsty?

[No, that wasn't what she had asked. He blushes a bit, when he realizes, and lets her go. Time to straighten up and stop acting like a love-starved, scared kid. He's a man. He's supposed to be protecting her. Which is why he tries extra hard not to be sick on her shoes when his head spins as he straightens back up. He even offers her a reassuring smile.]

Not so bad. Many. You know, just a little.

[Hah. No, Yosuke, she isn't thirsty. You've really had way too much, and Nill hasn't even finished her first drink. Don't you know you need to drink slower than that? No wonder you already feel ill.

He's allowed to be scared, though. She doesn't blame him. She was scared for a really long time, too, about a lot of things. She was always afraid.

Nill isn't afraid anymore though.]

Many isn't just a little.

[She looks up at him, just a little worried. There were worse things than puking, but it still wasn't very fun.]

Huh? No. I mean...

[He opens his palm and holds it up, trying to communicate something to her with a gesture that he's sure must be lost in translation. Why is the English hard to come up with, at the moment?]

[Instead, he settles for showing her pictures. One rum and coke, one screwdriver, one something green that tastes vaguely of salted melon...last time he had five before he got really sick. He's only had 3. That's not so bad, is it?]

[She pauses a little, a small frown tugging at her lips at the drinks. Sure, three drinks might not be a lot, but... depending on the kind of beer he had, it wasn't the strongest stuff ever. He probably had almost as much alcohol with just those three drinks.]

You probably shouldn't have anymore for awhile.

I know. Can we sit down?

[He smiles a bit sheepishly. But it's Nill, so he doesn't think she'll tease him about it too badly. It's just until the spinning stops, anyway.]

[Finally, Nill smiles slightly - gently - when she turns her head to peer at Yosuke. He really was kind of hopeless, wasn't he?]

Of course.

[So she takes his hand (carefully, she's pretty sure she pulled something in that wrist), and tugs him over towards one of the umbrellas set up on the beach. It'd probably be better if he got out of the sun.]

[Yosuke follows her willingly where she leads, even if he's stumbling a bit. Ugh, why is it impossible not to embarrass himself? He'd felt fine up until about 20 minutes ago. But he doesn't doubt for a second that Nill will look after him. She always does. He really needs to find a way to repay her some day.]

Orange juice and soda. Ugh.

[It's not the most eloquent sentence, but he figures it should at least get the point across. No sudden, jerky movements or anything. Not that Nill seems to be feeling up to any at the moment. Yosuke considers calling Jiraiya out to cast a few Dias, but it's a really public place...]

[Yosuke, you're so silly, thinking you need to repay her. If Nill didn't want to do this then she wouldn't - why should she be repaid?

She kind of makes a face at the combination. That doesn't sound even slightly appetizing. Why did you think that was a good idea? Sigh.]

Are you okay?

[Nill sits down on the sand, making herself comfortable, and gestures for Yosuke to sit with her. She'd pull him down, but she's not sure that's the best idea when he looks that queasy.]

You don't need to call on him. I'm fine.

Just...dizzy.

[He gives her a sheepish smile and mote or less falls on his butt beside her. It's the best he can manage at the moment, but aside from a slightly pained hiccough and a self deprecating eyeroll that's meant as some sort of apology, he's alright.]

[Not that he believes for a second that Nill is.]

Liar.

[Nill pauses a little when he says that, and then just... smiles at him.]

I don't want you to.

[Better? She can deal with a few injuries, they aren't even that serious.]

'K.

[He smiles back at her, then closes his eyes and carefully takes her hand.]

Never let me drink again.

[...Oh. For a moment Nill doesn't try to tell him anything at all, just glancing down at their hands. A few seconds go by before she curls her fingers around his hand, cheeks only slightly red.]

I won't.

[But she means a million things that don't have anything to do with drinking.]

[Hiccough.]

Thanks.

...Sorry.

[Nill stills a little when he apologizes, and her expression becomes more somber. Apologetic, almost. She doesn't quite look at him, and instead looks down at their hands.]

I should be apologizing, not you.

'Snot whaddai saw.

[He rubs his face with his free hand, and sighs. But he doesn't move the other hand from Nill's. It's comforting, like an anchor for his precarious perch of presence. Nill is some tiny, feathered alternative to gravity. Which is good, what with gravity failing him at the moment. She'll keep him from floating away. And just maybe, if he tries a little harder, someday he'll be there when she needs him too.]

Edited 2012-07-18 21:06 (UTC)

You shouldn't have seen anything.

[She still doesn't really look at him, but her fingers tighten around his hand just a little.]

You shouldn't feel like you need to apologize for him, either.

[Yosuke frowns at that a little. People have been telling him this whole time not to refer to Nill and Shika's Yosuke as someone else. This is the first time he's heard anyone else do it, in fact. And it would be so nice to pretend that none of that has anything to do with him at all.]

[Except, he's sitting on the beach with Nill, holding her hand. And if what that shadow said hadn't been true, Yosuke and Nill would be strangers, with a few bad memories in common.]

When you -hic- old...

Hold things like that inside, they get out anyway.

'N you don't hafta.

[Yosuke squeezes Nill's hand back gently, not able to put the rest of that thought into words for her, but hoping the sentiment carries over anyway.]

[Still, Nill doesn't really look at him. Thinking of him as her Yosuke - as her senpai - is a concept that Nill can't really understand, and she doesn't see why people would tell him not to think of them separately. She hadn't cried when this Yosuke came here because he came back wrong somehow; she'd cried because it meant that her senpai was dead, and she would never see him again.

Granted, she tells herself most days that it's better that he's dead. That his life had been terrible, and that he didn't love them in the first place, and at least now he wasn't hurting all the time like she and Shika were. Death isn't something to be afraid of, just loss.]

I know.

[But she doesn't say that they don't come out if you don't have a voice. That she's never had them get out except that one time (which wasn't under her control), and no one wants to see what's inside her, anyway.]

[Yosuke takes that as agreement, and relaxes a bit. Good, now Nill will talk to someone next time she's upset. With that out of the way, apology and all, he groans and props his chin on her shoulder. It's too bold, and probably still too personal, but his inhibitions are locked away screaming silently from some dusty, seldom used corner of his consciousness for the moment. He can barely hear himself objecting, so it's easy to ignore.]

I think that was too much to drink.

[It's exactly what Nill wants him to believe, so she doesn't try to make him think otherwise.

But at that gesture, which really is too bold, her cheeks go bright red and her feathers fluff up before she even realizes. She tries to ignore it.]

Just don't drink anymore. Do you feel sick?

Only 'f I move. 'R look around.

[But he doesn't sound as put out about it as he did a moment ago.]

[Ah... She can tell, and it gets harder and harder to ignore how much he likes this. But she doesn't mind it for now at least; especially since he's too drunk to really worry about her. He'll wake up and think everything is fine, and that's the way it should be.]

Then don't move.

[He's halfway there now, blinking drowsing up at her and trying not to drool on her shirt. Nill's reply makes him smile, a little hazy but not concerned about it anymore. She's going to allow him to be too close for now, so he laps it up hungrily. He can see that she's not comfortable, but it soothes that ever present ache in his chest to have her curls tickling his neck that way. Like some potent numbing salve applied to a deep, old wound that's scabbed over. The damage may be done beneath the surface, but it's easy to forget about for now.]

[Yosuke sighs contently, wondering idly how Shika is coming along from things, and if Jesse is taking good care of Lisbeth-San and whether that little smart kid is alright...]

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FREAKIN GO KEY.

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