Let's drink to the hard working people, let's drink to the lowly of birth.

[thebadturtle]

WHO: Team Brofist (or Team awesome, or whatever boys (and Laura) think it's clever to call themselves); Raphael, Mike, Julian, Reilly, Tom and Laura - and their pals.
WHERE: Tom's bar.
WHEN: Saturday, September 10th, evening.
WARNINGS: TBA; there will be under age drinking! Machismo! Possibly ninja turtles playing rock band. You have been warned.
SUMMARY: The boys get together for a barbeque, invite all their friends, make merry fools of themselves.
FORMAT: Werds.



Labor day was just no go for a barbeque; everybody had other plans, but once the seed of the idea of getting together to eat, drink and look stupid together was planted, it simply couldn't be halted. Mike wanted to help cook. Raph wanted an excuse to try new beer. Julian and Reilly seem happy to just be out with their ladies among people who 'get' it a little (and also, set things on fire and eat them). Tom had a bar with a couple of TVs that they could hook up to the X-Boxes.

So, with blackened flesh of tasty mammal in warmers and people pretty much everywhere, there is plenty to do, see, eat, and drink.

And also to make fools of.

Comments

Food + Drink

[thebadturtle]

[There may be a ninja turtle wearing a 'kiss the cook' apron. That ninja turtle is not Raph. It's totally Mike. But some tables have been lined up and laden with food. Come get some grub!]

[ridethetiger]

[Naturally, Ggio's skulking around the food. Only he's not hassling the grillmaster for whatever was cooking, instead trying to get to where the raw meat was kept. Hopefully no one was watching.]

[michaeljangelo.livejournal.com]

[Not watching the food? Seriously? Have you never met Mike before?


...

Oh. Well, okay then.]

Can I help you find something?

[His tone isn't just helpful, it's giddy about it.]

[ridethetiger]

[Oh wow this guy was happy. It actually kind of startles Ggio, aaand he backs away a bit from whatever he had his eyes on.]

Not really...

[michaeljangelo.livejournal.com]

[Slowly Mike raises a brow ridge. His smile, it's important to note, doesn't reduce in size.]

Aaaaaare you suuuuuuuuuure?

[ridethetiger]

[Ggio's eyes widen, and his pupils dilate - he even takes a step back, even as his body goes rigid. Normally, he would be spitting and hissing by this point, feeling threatened. Only Mikey doesn't seem hostile, and the arrancar has no idea how to react to that.]

I, uh... I just wanted the ribs.

Tag to Mike

[thebadturtle]

[Raph totally knows better then to dick around with the food before Mike's got it out, but...that's entirely WHY he's dicking around it. Big brother's gotta get his licks in sometime.]

You ever gonna come out and meet people, hang out, do shit? OTHER then cook?

[michaeljangelo.livejournal.com]

[Pay no attention to the fact that Mike may have tied the handles to two BBQ spatulas together for the purpose of using them like make-shift nunchucks.

NO ATTENTION.

Especially when they clatter to the floor because Mike wasn't expecting Raph to be there.]

Uh...But there's still food left.

[thebadturtle]

Well, that's cool, you can come back any make more later.

[michaeljangelo.livejournal.com]

Later?

[His eyes dart past Raph to where the other people are, and he swallows hard.]

[thebadturtle]

Yeah. Later. A time that is not now, that will come after now.

You know, later.

Socializing

[thebadturtle]

[Not that you can't socialize everywhere-- it's a party-- but still, some people mingle where they may.]

Raph, open

[thebadturtle]

[With a couple of beers in him, Raph is pretty mellow and easy to talk to.]

Rock Band

[thebadturtle]

[Get drunk. Rock out.]

[borntobewildcat]

[Tom is already feeling pretty buzzed, which is putting it lightly honestly, since he's had way more to drink than he's had in a long time, even than at the beach party (He shouldn't have gotten into that shots contest).

And now here he is, slumped on the couch, cigarette hanging from his mouth as he plays a round on the cheap plastic guitar.]

[ridethetiger]

[And here comes Ggio flopping down beside Tom, close enough so that he makes Tom sag into the couch even more.]

What are you doing?

[It's not the game he's asking about; he's poking Tom's cheek, nose crinkling a bit at the prominent alcohol he could smell with his heightened senses. Yeah, that's definitely more that normal.]

[borntobewildcat]

[And Tom's head is definitely swimming a bit more than it usually does, making this night seem more like St. Patrick's Day than the beach party. He sways a little from the shifting on the couch, but his eyes are still focused on the notes on screen, though his fingers move more out of reflex.]

It's called Rock Band. Wanna play? [He looks over to Ggio with a lazy grin, ruffling his hair which subsequently caused him to forget about the game and lose.]

[ridethetiger]

I like the colors, but it's not real.

[In reference to the guitar, as he's been around real instruments and all. Even as he grumps, he turned his head into Tom's touch, ever the feline.]

[borntobewildcat]

It's just a game. [And he's leaning.] Not everyone can play a guitar like I can. [And then he falls over, head in Ggio's lap, laughing like a dork.]

OPEN; At the bar (of course)

[hellionated]

Julian is nowhere close to drunk enough to go anywhere near that Rock Band thing yet. Actually, he might never be drunk enough for that. He has a reputation to maintain and it generally doesn't include karaoke. He's definitely on the side of post-Labor day barbecue and drinks, though, so he can be found at the bar getting acquainted with a beer.

[michaeljangelo.livejournal.com]

A turtle in a "kiss the chef" apron sidles up to the bar, and hops up onto a barstool next to where Julian is getting to know his beer.

"Do you have any Jolt?" he asks the bartender. "Hmmm. Okay, what about Mountain Dew? Great! I'll have one of those, with no ice."

Once he gets his drink, Mike turns himself so he's facing the room at large. There's something so very childlike in his mannerisms, like he's never been in a bar before.

"Uh...hi."

[hellionated]

The only time Julian has seen Mike before was when they were fighting Ophelia's crazy zombie things. He's hung out with Raph at bars, though, so he has some idea of who Mike is. He also knows Mike's not a beer drinker, a fact he thinks that as a good citizen, he ought to be trying to change.

"Hey. Mike, right? I'm Julian."

[michaeljangelo.livejournal.com]

He is so more than welcome to try, but really...is a drunk Mike really what the universe needs?

"Yup. That's me," he says awkwardly, before taking a drink of his Mountain Dew. "You were, uh...there with the Death Metal Zombie Brigade, yeah?"

[hellionated]

Actually, Julian thinks the universe needs exactly that.

"Yeah, that was me." Julian makes a face, remembering exploding rat things and way too much smile. That had not been his favorite weekend. "I've been out with Raph a couple times too. It's good to finally meet you, I've heard a lot about you."

[michaeljangelo.livejournal.com]

Oh boy.

"Were some of the thing you heard that I'm twelve feet tall and composed of pure awesome?"

Because Mike had provided Raph with a script.