MANCAVE [OPEN!!]

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

WHO: Hiruma Youichi, Hell Towers residents, YOU??? Lyrics and name aside, both guys AND gals are allowed! ANYONE.
WHERE: MANCAVE. HELL TOWERS. BROOKLYN.
WHEN: Freitag! Tonight! 8? 9? I forgot when I put the time for starting.
WARNINGS: Rated H for Hiruma. Underage drinking, gambling, and all the other fun stuff that an "H" rating implies!
SUMMARY: The MANCAVE is now finished! Time to break it in, party style.
FORMAT: YOUR MOTHER.



The rec room on the 10th floor of Hell Towers, or The Mancave as Hiruma had lovingly christened it, was finally finished after months of construction. Delays had been few, despite earthquakes and missile attacks. Hiruma found himself still upset as he laid out some of the finger foods he'd purchased for the occasion. He had really liked that girl, and now she was gone, ported out right from under his nose before he had really fessed up to her. Would she ever come back? If she did, would she remember him? Youichi usually wasn't one to mourn for things that could have been, but he just couldn't pull himself out of the emotional hole that had been dug. He was hoping this party would fix that.

The first person to arrive was the hired barkeep, who Hiruma didn't feel like speaking to beyond basic instructions. He had to finish putting together a second pool table before the real guests arrived. Not to mention make sure all the hidden cameras were functioning... after all, no reason to miss out on possibly useful information.

But, for the most part, the mancave was complete. The TV was huge, LCD, complete with a combination bluray/DVD player and a cabinet full of movies next to it. There were extra chairs in addition to the comfortable furniture available and plates of typical party fare laid out on the tables. The walls were, of course, plastered with things Hiruma liked; mostly posters of football teams and players. There was a print of that famous painting of the dogs playing poker. A jukebox in the arcade room was playing lively music and contained everything from American classic rock and metal to Japanese pop. The arcade machines were set to accept quarters as credits; a reduced price tonight of just 25 cents a play!

But in all honesty, Hiruma didn't care if anyone showed up at all. He could have fun all by himself.

Or at least that's what he told himself.

Comments

poor you!

[hackeralastair]

Alastair just sort of watched the guy slink in, wondering if he knew him and how. It was hard to tell sometimes, especially when so many people on the network preferred not to use video posts. He took a sip of his beer, observing for now.

's ok. tis for a good cause.

[unnamed-nothing.livejournal.com]

Conversely, Trowa recognized Bakura, Alastair, and Hiruma without problem. Granted, he'd never really spoken to Alastair off-network, but the other two would probably vouch for him if a problem started. Not that he couldn't finish one if it did.

The back of his neck tingled in much the same way it did any time he felt he was being watched; the young man turned to stare blankly, silently, at the redhead, nearly challenging him to do something.

Anything.

What do you want?

well allrightythen

[hackeralastair]

Alastair blinked at the look he got. He really wasn't very threatening at all, especially when he was dressed to hit on people and drinking at a party. Normally he would have gone up and made some kind of introduction, snarky or not, but he backed down and shrank away, leaning against the wall and pretending his beer was more interesting. He heard Hiruma's welcome, though, and began to rack his brain over whether he'd spoken to a "Nanashi." Probably.

[unnamed-nothing.livejournal.com]

It almost disappointed him to find that Alastair had given up so easily, trying to fade into the background instead of being unafraid and approaching, but then he was used to a group of guys that generally used deadly glowers as common currency.

In a fit of the pot calling the kettle black, Trowa wondered what exactly made someone dress in attention-catching clothing if they didn't actually want a confrontation of any kind.

He moved as if to go over, intending to pry without prying, so to speak, when Hiruma called his name.

...Hm. Maybe in a while, then.

[hackeralastair]

Alastair's concerns this evening were mostly about drinking enough to be happy and enjoying himself, so he went on about doing so for a while, bothering just about everyone else who showed up. Eventually, he would be in a casual enough mood to approach Nanashi, or be approached, hanging around between the food and the games with a drink in hand and a smirk on his lips.