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I Know What My Fortune Is; It's partying. (Junko's Anti-SH Party)
Topic Started: Mar 5 2016, 12:53 AM (3,191 Views)
The Burned Handler
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I used to be a handler like you, then I turned into a horse.
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The dance had been about what he expected, which was to say really not interesting at all. A lot of kids who mostly looked awkward as hell all gussied up, a tacky space theme, bad music. Anticlimactic, really, considering how much it had been built up the whole year, how it was supposed to cap off high school in so many ways. Before long, or before it felt like long, he and his date had left and found their own entertainment so to speak until she was ready to turn in and he was free. That left him and the road and the night air and the invitation burning a hole in his pocket by way of his cell phone.

He'd already received that invite, so it was really more of a reminder, but when he'd seen the time on his screen he felt bad for taking so long to get around to it. Pillow talk one evening well before the dance had turned to the subject of Sadie Hawkins, and how much Junko Kurosawa hated the concept of it. Something about it being based on a sexist joke? She was throwing her own counter party and wanted to see him there, he'd said he wanted to at least check out the dance a little but he'd swing by when he inevitably got bored. Then, as tonight went on, she'd sent him a little text just to remind him it was a thing and tell him where they were. Get to it ASAP he'd said.

Crisanto Luz didn't get upset by much, he didn't care enough to, but he still felt like a dick about some things sometimes. If he told someone he'd be somewhere, he'd damn well be there, after all. So his Cadillac was blazing a trail just below a speed that would draw KPD's attention and he hadn't even bothered changing out of the tux, just loosening it a little to breathe easier. The wind bit at his face and his carefully-styled-for-once hair and drowned out the radio, the chill making him feel awake and alive as he made his way to the campsite, hoping it was still a thing and Junko wouldn't be too mad at him for being late.

True, he could make it up to her with interest if she was, but it was the principle of the thing. And what principles Crisanto cared enough to uphold, he upheld the hell out of. He could still make out silhouettes around the fire and cars nearby as he rounded a corner, and he was sure at least some of them heard the roar of his engine or saw his lights approach even though he tried not to shine it right on them - his vintage convertible kind of stood out. It was easy enough to find a space to put his car, it didn't seem like too many people were still here, or at least too many that had driven, so he put it in park, killed the engine and left his tie and jacket in the passenger seat before stepping out ready to make his entrance.

His very fashionably late entrance by a quick headcount. Hrm. Had he really been that long? He sighed and shook his head before heading for the campfire, making a beeline for the smallest of the figures. That was one of the good things about how tiny Junko was, you could always tell right away where she was in a crowd.

Silently, hands in pockets, well aware how he probably stood out in his dressy attire and how the grass and dirt clung to his fancy shoes, he walked right up to her, taking advantage of her being turned away from him to reach over and tap her on the shoulder.

"Boo."
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"Not wrong. How bad was Darius?"

Darius? Darius. Hm. Oh, right, that irritating little gremlin that bugged Raina a lot. Cris had considered teaching the kid a lesson, on and off, but Raina seemed to have things in hand or at least had never asked him to step in. She knew how to reach him if she ever changed her mind on that, and she knew he was willing. Depending on how Junko answered, he might have to consider scaring Mr. Anime Goblin a little next time they met.

At least she was good company, the fire was still roaring, and not everyone was gone. Just enough life left to make coming out here not a total waste of his time. The crackle of kindling and embers filled his ears and heat burrowed its way into his bones, while firelight made shadows dance across her body. A campfire seemed questionable in the desert heat, but even Kingman could get chilly late enough into the night. Cris stood there, giving Junko a tiny smile of his own to reply to hers, and took a quick glance around them at the other figures around the fire.

"Sorry I was so late."
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"Yup. That happened."

Oh, and Fiyori was there too. She must have blended into the shadows while Cris was making his way up. His attention was more on Junko and her story, and his brow furrowed as he described Raina's adventures. The question of exclusivity was up in the air, and they certainly had both their on and off periods - how many girls had Cris continued his escapades with despite the existence of this "relationship"? He couldn't really complain about Raina doing what he'd done himself, now could he? In fact he'd have been incredibly surprised if she'd never looked at another man in their time together.

And yet the fire wasn't the only reason he was suddenly feeling uncomfortably warm. Wayne, huh? The name sounded vaguely familiar but it wasn't someone he'd had much if any experience with. His brow furrowed and a frown of concentration formed, as he let out a little "hm" at Junko's tale. Did it even matter, in the long run?

"Raina's tough, I'm sure she can handle it. If things get bad she'll just call me or whatever. Anything else fun happen?"

If not, perhaps he'd have to make his own.
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"You could always ask her?"

Seemed simple enough. Of course, it also seemed simple enough she'd already tried it. Maria was... odd. He didn't have a problem with people just showing up places whenever they wanted, he did that, but she could certainly be a little strange now and then. He was staring through the fire, not ignoring Junko, his mind just elsewhere. Wayne, huh? Worm food, just like him, just like Raina, but even though they seemed to be in an off period and it was incredibly hypocritical of him the name sent a little jolt up his nerves.

Especially since this Wayne and Raina had headed off together and were yet to come back. Hm. Desert heat and the crackling fire sent tiny trickles of sweat down his forehead, but he paid it no mind, lost in his thoughts.

"I feel like a dick, only showing up when all the excitement is over."

He would listen to whatever Junko had to say to that, but then felt a vibration in his pocket. His mobile phone going off, now? Hm. He'd let Junko talk - if she chose to - before giving her a quick "oh, excuse me" and checking it.
Edited by The Burned Handler, Sep 12 2016, 09:17 PM.
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K. Be down soon, party's winding down.

He'd sort of popped in and was planning to pop right back out, which felt unpleasant deep in his gut, even if he'd done so with other parties in the past. Cris' eyes roamed up and down Junko's body while she fed the fire and the last embers of the party flickered around them, and he pondered what to do.

The whole thing seemed lame anyway, as much as that was probably his fault for being so late. Darius showed up and ruined everything by what Junko told him. With a shrug, he trotted up to stand before the fire next to her and tossed a few twigs into the flames to help. They were eaten by fire just the same as his fleeting youth.

"Hey, looks like things kind of died down, and I'm needed. Sorry to cut out like this, how about I make it up to you sometime?"

He really did feel bad. Cris would let Junko reply, lean in to offer her a kiss on the cheek or lips depending on what she felt like obliging, then head off with a wave. On the way, Raina would get one little text:

Hey, who's Wayne?

((Crisanto continued elsewhere?))
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