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Post by Plato on Feb 28, 2011 18:27:47 GMT -5
Plato was reaching over the bed for some tissues to wipe himself off. Tom gotta do what a tom's gotta do. He yawned as he rose to his feet, tossing the tissues aside carelessly, scratching over the fur on his chest.
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Post by Alonzo on Feb 28, 2011 18:32:20 GMT -5
Alonzo burst through the door at top speed, not quite able to slow down quick enough and crashing into Plato sending them sprawling backwards.
"Hey Plato, come to...AHHHHH"
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Post by Plato on Feb 28, 2011 19:16:15 GMT -5
"Gah!" He hit the ground with a loud thud before groaning. "Dude, not cool. You almost got me in the babymaker. So. Not. Cool."
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Post by Alonzo on Feb 28, 2011 19:20:54 GMT -5
Alonzo regarded Plato's form underneath him, eyes catching the tissues in the corner, "you know you should just ask me next time you need to get your rocks off," he grinned. He pecked Plato's lips before sitting up and slapping him playfully on the chest.
"Put some pants on and grab any alcohol you have, we, sir, are having a party!"
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Post by Plato on Feb 28, 2011 19:34:11 GMT -5
"Didn't think of it," Plato yawned before he sat up, arms wrapping around Alonzo's back with a, "Hn? Party? Please say there'll be some tits."
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Post by Alonzo on Feb 28, 2011 19:36:40 GMT -5
Alonzo rolled his eyes, sighing, "Bomba's there already if that makes you happy."
Gah, Plato...
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Post by Plato on Feb 28, 2011 21:31:25 GMT -5
"Cool, I'm there." He gave Alonzo a pat before wriggling out from under him, walking to pick up a pair of discarded boxers and jeans, then a hoodie, dressing more carelessly. "Still need more boobs than just her. Can't have too many dicks on the dancefloor."
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on Feb 28, 2011 23:02:39 GMT -5
Munkustrap got hit on the head with a fine brush, used for grooming the finest cats. The Rum Tum Tugger only used the best for his fur.
"What's this?" he demanded in a passable authoritative voice. "Someone shirking his responsibilities to drink? For shame!" He was such a drama queen.
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Post by pike on Feb 28, 2011 23:09:23 GMT -5
"You're gonna fuck up the fauxhawk, asshole," Munkustrap retorted, something he wouldn't had uttered in front of the group were it not for the shots he'd downed. And, looking at the other, he smirked. "What? Use that brush as a microphone earlier? Usually girls outgrow that stage."
A taunt for his older sibling.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on Feb 28, 2011 23:22:28 GMT -5
Tugger brushed though his mane and gave it a flick. "I have to stay fabulous," Tugger said smoothly. "Or else it would rob everyone of this sight. It's my duty to give them something gorgeous to look at." He winked at Bombalurina and tapped Munkustrap on the head with the brush again. "It won't compensate for your going grey, the hairdo."
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Post by Alonzo on Feb 28, 2011 23:39:20 GMT -5
Alonzo rolled his eyes again, "OK then player, grab your drinks and let's get going! We need to have amazing, drunken shenanigans!"
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Post by pike on Feb 28, 2011 23:50:04 GMT -5
"Does anyone still honestly believe you're straight?" Munkustrap gawked at his brother, simply amazed.
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Post by Plato on Feb 28, 2011 23:50:58 GMT -5
Plato nodded as he stretched, rooting around his den for alcohol. "Grab a keg, would ya?" he said, gripping a few bottles of hard liquor that he carried out slowly.
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Post by Alonzo on Feb 28, 2011 23:54:47 GMT -5
Alonzo shook his head, "how is it that you drink so much but always have alcohol anyways?"
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Post by Victor on Mar 1, 2011 0:00:30 GMT -5
Victor stopped, leaning against the wall to catch his breath. He had cried himself to sleep the previous night. Were he and Misto over? When he had dragged himself up, he went for a run. Just running, in his singlet and green gym shorts. He looked a mess. Fur everywhere, in serious need of a shave, and now reeking of sweat and musk. He leaned on the wall outside Plato's den, rubbing his red eyes, trying to focus again.
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Post by Plato on Mar 1, 2011 0:16:55 GMT -5
"Because I get mo--Whoawhoa, hold the phone." Plato set down the alcohol he carried seeing the third party of his best friends. He walked in front of Victor, hands on his shoulders. "Hey, hey, hey... Victor... what's wrong? What happened? Who do I need to beat the shit out of?"
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Post by Alonzo on Mar 1, 2011 0:20:03 GMT -5
Alonzo dropped the keg, running towards Victor as well. "Victor...you OK?"
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Post by Victor on Mar 1, 2011 0:22:46 GMT -5
"I...I'm fine," Victor panted, straightening up. "I just...ran too much. Out of breath...yeah." He used on hand to flick the green dyed tips of his hair off his face.
"So, uh...what are you guys up to?"
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Post by Plato on Mar 1, 2011 0:26:45 GMT -5
"Drinking. Partying. You're coming with us. Who do I need to beat up?" Plato answered, not skipping a beat as he insisted. That was the sort of sweetness he showed his friends, the loyal compassion many didn't know him capable of.
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Post by Alonzo on Mar 1, 2011 0:30:38 GMT -5
Something's wrong with Victor, I wonder if it has anything to do with Mistoffelees.
Alonzo nodded in agreement, "yep, you're definitely coming with us." He gestured towards the keg, "you look like you need a drink."
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Post by Victor on Mar 1, 2011 0:31:24 GMT -5
"No one's getting beat up," Victor said, starting to smile a bit. This is why he was friends with Plato. "I just need to get my breath back."
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Post by Plato on Mar 1, 2011 10:17:18 GMT -5
"Dude, you don't need your breath back. You're not doing a breathalizer test," he snorted, then rubbed his friend's shoulder. He'd get it out of him sooner or later.
"... it was a queen, wasn't it? Damn it, you know, I hate that when they're being all bitchy but you can't smack 'em around since they're queens but you wanna be like, "HEY, QUIT YOUR BITCHIN'!" And then you're called insen....insertative..?" Insensitive, even? "And then their friends get all up on your arse and ugh. Queens so aren't worth it sometimes. You need one that won't be a bitch."
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Post by bombalurina on Mar 1, 2011 14:02:42 GMT -5
Several things happened at once. Alonzo rocketed off to find more alcohol, seeing as the bottle they were all sharing was quickly dwindling.
Aaaaand then the Tugger showed up. Perfect. More eye candy. And Bomba was the only queen around. She liked nothing more than being the center of attention. She arched herself into an even more provocative position, chest pressed forward, butt out, legs crossed , one eyebrow raised and a smirk on her lips. It was hard working, being the Bombshell. She'd likely be sore tomorrow, but for now she looked damn good.
"Tugger-" she took her lower lip in her teeth, looking theatrically upset, pouty even. "-I was looking for you earlier. I wanted to...talk" In this context, 'talk' sure as hell didn't mean talk, but that Bomb was always a class act.
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Post by Alonzo on Mar 1, 2011 15:01:52 GMT -5
I have a feeling that this isn't about a queen Plato.
"Well regardless," Alonzo said, clapping Victor on the shoulder, "you should come with us. It'll take your mind off...needing to catch your breath."
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Post by pike on Mar 1, 2011 16:07:47 GMT -5
Great. Lovely. Like Bomba and Tugger wouldn't be all over each other. Fabulous. Made Munkustrap itch even more for another lay--he'd been trying to be good where Kit was concerned. Wasn't exactly easy, but there were so many different opinions going around, and with some of the scares...
He frowned. Maybe he should have told someone about the Macavity scare, but he didn't want to raise alarm. It seemed like an idle threat... or at least he hoped so.
Without thinking, he started chugging the bitter scotch for no other purpose than getting trashed by that point. Setting down the bottle, he arched his back. "So, can you like, get some of your lady friends over here?" he inquired of Bomba.
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Post by ilikegirlstoo on Mar 1, 2011 17:45:19 GMT -5
"Hey, Munk, don't hog all the booze!" Admetus exclaimed, sticking his tongue out at the grey tom and swiping the bottle. Holding it up in front of his face, he squinted at the bottle and shook it sadly. "Just a few drops left. Alonzo better get back soon," he muttered, although smiling, and downed the last few drops of alcohol.
He raised an eyebrow at Tugger and Bombalurina, but made no comment. Those two were impossible when they were in the same place at the same time.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on Mar 1, 2011 21:18:30 GMT -5
"Obviously weren't looking in the right place," Tugger said flippantly.
Of course, since they were in public, it automatically became a competition for Tugger, and Bombalurina could not be allowed to win.
"Wow, never thought I'd hear stick-butt say something like that, but he's right," he added. "The female company is just...inadequate at the moment." He liked to start the shots in their pissing contests. He suspected Bomba enjoyed it as much as he did.
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Post by Victor on Mar 1, 2011 21:22:10 GMT -5
Victor nodded. Some sort of distraction would help. "Uh...not exactly clean...or dressed for partying right now..." Victor offered.
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Post by Plato on Mar 1, 2011 22:04:47 GMT -5
"You think anyone'd notice? Here, take this," he said, handing over one of the bottles. "Drink." And he pulled off his shirt, pants still low on his hips. "Now I'm not dressed for it, either." It was one way Plato always tried to cheer his friends up
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Post by Victor on Mar 2, 2011 0:06:35 GMT -5
Victor chuckled and shook his head, taking the booze. It's times like these he could kiss Plato. Of course, Plato's reaction would be hilarious, but he didn't want to help his delusion that everybody wanted him.
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