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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 (3,198 Views)
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Michael had, in all honesty, felt like shit since his date with Jonathan took a sour note. He knew it was his own fault. He should have told him a bit less abruptly. He messed up. He wanted to apologize profusely, wanted to make amends somehow. Well, that's why there's always second chances. Maybe not tonight, but soon. Hopefully.

Figured he'd go to the party though, he knew Jonathan would be there. The Sadie Hawkins dance just seemed like shit anyways. Anything ran by the stiffs wasn't gonna be too interesting. But of course, since this isn't a school party, he knew he could expect drinks and smokes. 'Course he wasn't a drinker, but at least the scent of alcohol was tolerable, and at least this party was outside, so he didn't have to worry about dying of lung cancer from second hand smoke at the age of thirty three. He didn't bring much to the party, 'cept his phone and a bottle of five hour energy, and if needed he could go on a food run or something, his bike's not too far from the site. Michael saw the camp fire, and downed his shit tasting insomnia inducer. Scratch that, he had a phone and an empty bottle of five hour energy. Blegh.

As he walked towards the group, he tossed the little plastic bottle to the side, hoping to hit the trash can. It didn't, it just kind of bounced off and hit the ground. Fuck it, he wasn't turning around to pick it up, let a pigeon eat it or something. We need less pigeons anyways. Would a pigeon eat a five hour energy bottle? Fuck if Mike knew. He wasn't a bird expert. All he knew is those annoying bird fucks liked to shit on everything. He walked towards the group. Yep, there's Junko, Jonathan, some guy, Darius and Raina, (the dye job duo), uhh fuck, who was the some guy? Shit, was he a senior? Michael shrugged. Walking up to the group, he decided to finally make his presence known.

"Aaaaayyy!"
Edited by ToxieTheToxicAvenger, Mar 7 2016, 12:40 PM.
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"Auuugh, please stop wit' the puns, you guys are killin' me!" Sometimes puns are okay. Sometimes, they're even funny. But name puns? That's just torture. Damn, poor some-guy. Well, now we know his name's Wayne, at least there's that. He nodded towards Wayne, flashing a quick grin.

He turned back to Junko and Darius. "In all seriousness though, this a good setup you got, Jay." There was a lot of people already here, and more coming on the way. It was definitely gonna be packed by the end of the night. Good thing it was outside, Michael didn't like enclosed spaces enough, let alone ones filled with large groups of people. "Can already tell it's gonna beat one of Darius' parties." Michael chuckled. Darius probably didn't like getting poked, but fuck it, he could take it. He can certainly dish it anyways."Ey Dee, don't feel bad man, 'least you won't be losin' your Nintendo this time!" Besides, it was punishment for the puns. Waiddaminute... Michael gave his trademark hyena laugh. Michael, you fucking hypocrite... PUNishment... He turned to Darius again. "Hey man, relax, I'm jus' bustin' your balls, right?"

He saw Jonathan greet him. "Ayy-hey man! Glad you could make it too, Johnny!" Things were still somewhat awkward since their date happened, but Michael wouldn't let it show. He knew damn well it was his fault for messing it up, and he'd take responsibility for it. He just had to wait for the right time. He stood around the group exchanging greetings before he decided to find a seat. He wasn't really hungry or thirsty in the moment, the five hour energy still leaving a bad taste in his mouth, so he skipped the food for the time being. He decided to sit by Jonathan, maybe start a conversation. "Hey man..."
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"Course I came here, where else would I'd have gone?" Michael shrugged. "Nah man, Ain't your fault. It was my fault for freakin' out." Externally Michael looked like nothing was wrong, but inside, well he felt like shit. Jonathan blamed himself for Michael's mistake. He had no idea that Jonathan took it so badly. All because he got a little spooked at the theater... "You know I didn't freak out because a' you or anythin' right?" Michael smiled as best as he could. "Just got paranoid of some shit, family matters, y'know?" He kept reminding himself, there's always next time, it's not over yet. "Fuck it, we're here to have a good time, yeah?" Michael was pretty sure Jonathan didn't want his night ruined because of Michael's piss poor sob story, so he'd have to wait until later. He figured he'd change the subject, lighten the mood.

Michael had all the time in the world right now, he figured he might as well make the most of it. "How's everything been doing with you by the way? Haven't talked with you in a while, kinda been hopin' we'd go do something this week." Michael smiled. "This party's gonna be great though,even if everyone 'cept me is gonna be shitfaced by the end of the night!" Michael laughed. It was kind of ironic how despite his reputation, he wouldn't touch a cigarette or a beer. While Michael absolutely abhorred cigarette smoke, he was fine with alcohol, it didn't stink up the place nearly as bad. He wouldn't drink it, but it wasn't on him to judge people. Everyone's got their vices. Some like a good smoke, some like a good drink. Michael liked a good fight in an old dirty bathroom. He wasn't sure if that was much better. Tomato-Tomoto he'd have guessed.

He'd wonder how the party turn out though once it gets really active. Hopefully some drinking games, anything to get a good show going. One of the positives of alcohol at a party was that you'd be able to treat it like a spectator sport as much as an actual sport. You didn't need to drink a beer or two to see something funny, let someone else do it. The shit you see is always entertaining. Certainly beats the school dance. Large crowd of people in a sorta small gym (the gym wasn't too small, but it certainly felt like it when you have a metric fuck ton of people filling it up.) with bad pop music blaring just wasn't too interesting to Michael. Not much to watch. Just a blur and some noise. Nothing worth seeing to him. Hated the loud music, with the bad bass speakers. The loud hum of people echoing over and over. He'd always disliked loud crowded places. Even more so when the area was louder than he was. When you're known for being the loudest kid in your class, you learn what too loud is very quickly. Specifically, a single decibel louder than you.

Michael turned to Jonathan again, his smile still far from faltering. "So uhh, whaddya plannin' on doin' here, tonight?" While he waited for the party to get going, he'd may as well catch up and keep the conversation rolling. He hadn't seen Jonathan in over a week after all.
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One moment. One moment can mean a whole lot of shit. On one hand, you could be having the worst day of your life, only to realize you've won the lottery, on the other, you could've won the lottery, and while you were celebrating some fat bitch in a Prius runs you over and gives you brain damage. There's a lot of ways one moment can change everything, and right now, well it probably wasn't one of those moments. Michael continued his conversation with Jonathan, and everything seemed to be going great. Until the one man special needs choir decided to sing something...

Speaking of spectator sports... Turns out, Darius was shitfaced before everyone else was even a tenth buzzed, Dee was taking it like a champ! Michael could only blurt out a quick "The fuck?" and a few small laughs before he turned around and watched the heroic gladiator by the name of 'Tardicus sing out it's mating call. Michael started to laugh harder. Then, the walking potato decided to finish his courtship dance with a hug and a whisper. This sent Mike into hysterics. He turned to Jonathan. "Can't get this type of entertainment anywhere, how-lee shit!"

Michael was laughing until Raina fell flat on her ass and tossed a beer can at Darius. At this point, there were three things he could do. One, was ignore it. Two was go in and break it up before shit got real and everything fucked up. Then there was number three, pull out his cellphone, start recording and yell Worldstar at the top of his lungs. Number three was pretty tempting, but Jonathan made his choice for him when he started walking up there. Michael didn't want Jonathan to get involved or get himself hurt, so he picked number two and joined Jonathan on a two man cavalry, here to rescue the party like Roosevelt rescued America.

Jonathan was already comforting Raina, so that left Michael with damage control. Both of them couldn't just crowd around Raina and tell her everything's okay, that'd just piss off Darius even more, you needed one person on each side to make sure shit would cool off. Michael knew this from 'personal' experiences. Too much attention on one side and the fight breaks out even faster.

He walked up to Darius and put his right hand on his shoulder. "Don't man, ain't worth it." Michael gave the closest thing he could to a consoling smile, and wiped some of the alcohol off of Darius with his sleeve. Shit, that might've been a mistake. It's bad enough to walk home smelling like booze, coz that'll be a fun one to explain to mom and pop, but then there was actually washing his jacket. It takes a LOT of damn work to get rid of cheap beer scent in leather clothing. Fuck it though that's later, right now we just gotta focus on Dee not going into an alcohol induced rampage.

Darius wasn't the type to get pissed easily, but being drunk and having beer cans thrown at you just proves to be a horrible combination in anyone.
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Well Darius, I guess I should just step out of the way and let Raina go Kill Bill on your ass... Michael wasn't sure if it was because Darius was used to shooting the messenger, or if he was too drunk to know where he was at. Could'a been a little bit of column A, column B. Michael could have turned Darius' joke around. 'My face ain't worth what? Your body pillow? I'd hope so...' But Darius was drunk as all hell, so it seemed kind of unfair. Didn't stop Michael before, he's not above ripping on drunk people. Darius was his friend however, so he was above ripping on him specifically. Michael wasn't gonna make things worse over what amounts to jack shit in terms of importance. Best course of action was to keep his mouth shut. Even if Michael just had to keep the same half-assed smile and nod, while letting Darius walk off.

Y'know, in all honesty, Drunk Darius, he's kinda ehhh... reminiscent of Lennie Smalls. He'd hope that it didn't make him George, he really didn't want to spend the party babysitting Mr. Potato head. But y'know, if Darius continues on like this well... It'd be kind of necessary, at least it would be, if Darius wanted to walk home without his testicles getting kicked up into him and out his mouth like a demented Looney Toon's sketch. Well, what can you do? He did his job for the moment. One man walking EOD disposal unit. Bomb defused baby!

Michael turned around and walked back to the group.

"So eeehhhh...." Michael honestly had no idea what to say. Fuck uhhhh, what should he say? "You uh, you okay?" Gee captain obvious good fucking question. In all honesty though, he didn't really care. Raina's just overreacting over nothing. Didn't help Raina acts like a 'see you next tuesday' around him either. Well, in all honesty she did fall on her ass, while holding a hot dog skewer, I mean, it could've been bad. It wasn't though, so he didn't really get the crying over spilled milk shit. Darius got it worse, getting a can to the head and getting doused in beer. Some of which stuck to Michael's jacket.
Gross...

As he was walking back to his friends and...Raina, he heard Darius singing yet again. Michael found himself slipping back into a giggle. "Ohhh shit..." Michael seen enough drunk people to know where this was headed. He really couldn't be mad at this event, it's hysterical. Give it a good five or ten minutes, it's going to be the running gag of the night, and the party group's in joke for the next week or two. "How much you wanna bet..." Michael had trouble not laughing on delivery of the sentence. "How much you wanna bet he's gonna-he's gonna start singin' he's a lil' teapot while pissing in plain view?" Michael shook his head. "I gotta feelin' Lil' Dee's gonna flash his lil 'dee." He bent over in laughter. He couldn't help it.

This entire situation was comedy gold. In all honesty, it wouldn't have surprised him if Darius was only pretending to be drunk, just to fuck with everyone. He continued laughing.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He regained some of his composure. "It's just, it's just funny, y'know?" He held a straight face for only a second. Everything that had happened in the past sixty seconds was beautiful, almost choreographed. "It's jus-" Michael bent over laughing again. Wasn't like he was gonna make the situation worse. You'd have to have no sense of humor to NOT think it was funny.
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Jonathan had found himself cringing when Michael started laughing at the ordeal. It could've been bad, and here he was laughing at it? Oh well, it could have been worse, and Michael DID help him out when he needed it. There wasn't anything else they could have done, it was just good in general that the situation didn't get worse. Darius was off 'Showing his little Dee?' Jonathan had to raise an eyebrow and hide a smirk on that one. That one was so bad it was kinda funny.

"Michael stop..." Jonathan found himself shaking his head and covering his mouth. Michael's laugh was contagious, and he really didn't want to look that insensitive in front of Raina- wait where was she? Oh, Wayne and her were going somewhere... At least Darius was in the opposite direction, maybe they'd leave each other alone now?

Oh hey, more people! Maria and Johnny Ray were joining the party it looks like. The party will definitely be a lot more lively now! At least Drunk Darius won't be the focus anymore. Was Johnny giving him bad looks? Nah, probably his imagination. Jonathan waved to the two new arrivals as Darius came back to the scene.

Of course, Darius decided to be Darius and... call Johnny Ray a thief whilst simultaneously claiming the party as his own. Jonathan turned to Michael.

"Pardon my French, but Darius really is shitfaced, isn't he?"

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Michael's laughing finally slowed. "Sorry Jon." Ironically, this apology was a bit more sincere than the earlier one. Michael rubbed his eyes for a moment. Damn that was a good laugh, he was on the border of tears from that. Jonathan was right though, Michael's play on words fucking ate shit. Nobody else but him was laughing. He'd have to remind himself not to use that one anymore.

At this point, Darius and Raina were now avoiding each other, so while a good portion of the shits and giggles left, so did the drama. A bit of a double edged sword, but the side facing Michael was significantly smaller than the opposite side; so it was tolerable.

Two new peeps joined the party. O.D Dodger Maria, and Meth Mouth Mckay. Well the party certainly was going to get more lively at this point. Michael called out to the two. " 'Ey Maria! 'Ey Jay Ray!"

Darius came back and called our new hillbilly guest a thief. Welp, Darius totally didn't learn from anything that happened in the last fifteen seconds. Hell, he even had the audacity to ask for a cigarette afterwords to- oh damn! Johnny Ray gave him one! Eh, didn't surprise him. Jay Ray had thicker skin than most kids here, Michael doubted Darius would get to him.

Michael found himself laughing at Jonathan's comment. "No doubt about it, man..."
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