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[bana_an_na]

What: Foam Party

When: Saturday Night, April 28th (Slightly late but oh wells!)
Where: Some where in Shibuya
Rating: Please keep it PG-13

 

Just a fun time out with friends. Everyone is encouraged to wear some sort of swimsuit inside  as they will get wet from all the bubbles. You will be glitter bombed.  Anyone is pretty much invited to join in! 

Feel free to tag at any time, there will be no time order. 

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Re: 2nd Floor: CHILL OUT ZONE & BAR

[tezuka_k]

Resisting the urge to fiddle with his fundoshi Tezuka tried to read the drinks menu as well. "I'd prefer a beer." He remarked to nobody in particular, frowning at the rather horrendous sounding names that were all they had to go on.

"I believe I will try the Partybar shuffle." He decided after some more careful consideration. At least the name sounded fitting to the event - unlike some others such as Buttery Nipple or even more worryingly Passed out naked in the bathroom.

Though now that he had selected the drink in question he realised another pressing issue and the error of his ways. "My wallet is in my jacket." He informed Sanada, leaning in to be heard above the noise.

Re: 2nd Floor: CHILL OUT ZONE & BAR

[sanada_g]

"I don't think they have anything normal," Sanada said. Though for all he knew, these were normal drink names. Or maybe they were normal drinks given themed names. Either way, he was partial to the sound of Motor Oil or Mind Eraser. "And I told you, it's my treat for not falling apart in your last tournament." Both mentally and literally since Tezuka's body tended to hold up only slightly better than his own when under extreme pressure. Sanada waved for the bartender's attention and ordered before Tezuka could refuse. "Two Partybar Schuffles and two Motor Oils." He figured he'd try one of Tezuka's choice and then they could try his. He reached into a fold in his fundoshi and pulled out his credit card to pay for the drinks.

Re: 2nd Floor: CHILL OUT ZONE & BAR

[tezuka_k]

Of course not - that would make this evening at least somewhat redeemable. Just how he had ended up here in one of Sanada's worryingly manifold fundoshi collection with the other man's handprint still faintly visible on his behind Tezuka still wasn't 100% sure. It would certainly teach him not to agree to meet Sanada when coming straight from the airport. "That's really not necessary." He sighed, already knowing that nothing he might say would change Sanada's mind. "And I do not make a habit of falling apart at tournaments." Two, maybe three times max so far and he was looking to avoid a fourth.

Being handed their drinks as Sanada waited to receive his card back he ducked his head to give the reddish coloured shots an inconspicuous sniff. As far as he could tell over what had to be a cloud consisting of every kind of body wash, body spray, deodorant and cologne imaginable was a certain sour-fruity aroma. Holding one of those out to Sanada he rested the remaining two on a corner of the bar and braced himself, lifting the small glass to his lips.

Re: 2nd Floor: CHILL OUT ZONE & BAR

[sanada_g]

"Of course you don't. You haven't played enough of them recently to make a habit of falling apart," Sanada said with somewhat of a teasing grin. He tucked his card back safely away before turning to eye the drinks. It looked rather dubious. But it hadn't seemed to have killed the other patrons yet so it was likely safe. He picked up his own glass and reached over to clink it lightly against Tezuka's before he could drink his back. "Cheers, Tezuka." He then downed his shot and grimaced at the taste of it. No wonder people did these as shots and not proper drinks.