MANCAVE [OPEN!!]

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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.

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[shiromadoushi]

Bakura gave a small, sheepish smile as he carefully opened the box reveling a very nice pyramid of small cream puffs. "Next week I'm not cooking anything, I've already decided. Everyone can get take out," he declared before nicking the top puff and popping it into his mouth.

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"Mmhmm," Hiruma made a face at the creampuffs. The manager back home and the fatty loved these things. Hiruma hated them. But other people would eat them, so that's all that mattered. "I'll believe it when I see it."

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And if there were any left at the end of the party, Bakura would be more than happy to polish them off.

"Don't think I can do it?" he smiled, pulling out the next box, this one with an assortment of Italian pastries.

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"I would say, nope. Kekekeke! In fact, I would bet on it." After all, Hiruma could just coerce someone into begging Bakura for food. It would be an easy feat. But he didn't feel like it. "But I'm not. We'll just see."

[shiromadoushi]

"You'd lose that bet," Bakura smiled, going for the anpan now that the store bought goodies were taken care of. Something about Hiruma seemed to bring out the stubbornness in him. Even if he had only been half serious about it before, now that Hiruma had doubted him, he was going to stick to what he had said strongly.

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And that's why Hiruma didn't follow up on the bet. Bakura had a stubborn-streak that could rival his own. And it was nice to see. "Kekekekek! Like I said, we'll fuckin' see, right? By the way, you been playing the arcade games already?"

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"Aaa, I have been!" Bakura laughed, looking almost embarrassed. "You got a good selection of them!"

In fact, he'd already gotten the high score on at least two of the machines. He could play far better on the arcade cases than on his game systems at home if for no other reason than just having an easier grip on the controls. He'd even manged to get a high score on one of the fighting games, and he normally was pretty bad with those!

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"Kekke, I figured. I saw a name on the high score list that looked like it was probably yours. Well whatever, as long as someone is enjoying them, then they weren't a waste of money!"

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Bakura nodded. "I don't think any game could really be a waste of money with me around," he said with a slight self depreciating smile as he finished setting the anpan out on the tray. "Want one?" he offered.

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"Kekekeke, I figured. I think this place has something for everyone, which is what I was aimin' for." Hiruma considers it for a moment, then takes one. He's never been a big fan of sweet things, but bean paste was also savory and he enjoyed it.

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Bakura nodded, plucking another cream puff from the tower. "You really succeeded! It almost makes me wish I was more the party type to invite people over more often to use the room!"

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Hiruma shrugged. "Parties don't have to be such a fucking affair you know. It can just be a couple of people." Another noncommittal shrug and Hiruma took a sip of water from a bottle on the counter. "Sometimes just two or three friends makes a better party than 20!"

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura smiled, giving a small nod. "Un, you're probably right! Maybe I should just invite a few over for video games. If you hook up a game system to that TV, it has to be amazing!"