Girls just wanna...

[deepestindigo]

[[This is a party thread. Bits will be slow-timed all to hell, especially as certain muns are without internet for the time being. :( If your character didn't RSVP in the announcement post and you want them to come anyway, that's cool, too.]]In the basement of the Main Gauche, there are a couple of rooms that have been taken over, and decorated as

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[nogettingback]

Aaron has commandeered the beanbag chair and a bowl of popcorn and is occupied with the process of tossing bits of popcorn into his mouth, while making witty commentary on the movie and occasionally engaging in a rousing game of 'Fuck, Marry, Cliff' with the girls sitting around him.

"Fuck Johnny Depp, marry Orlando Bloom, and, as hot for an old dude as Geoffrey Rush is, he gets the cliff." As Captain Barbossa comes onscreen, Aaron flails and says, "I'm sorry, Geoff, but I'm just not that kind of girl."

He bursts into a fit of laughter and flops back against the beanbag chair, continuing to toss popcorn pieces into his mouth.

[archangelet]

"Is this seriously what girls do when they get together?" Tay asks from where she's flopped nearby, looking dubious. She wasn't particularly thrilled to come, but Buffy and Aaron together were a bit more than she could resist. She dragged Mat with her, but he's off in another corner of the room apparently having fun, so she's mostly kind of sulky and baffled at this all.

She doesn't understand girls, she's decided.

[nogettingback]

"Yes," Aaron says, around a mouthful of popcorn. "And then we sacrifice small animals to our pagan god of body glitter and dance naked under the moonlight."

He waggles his eyebrows, swallows his popcorn, and goes for another handful. Om nom, tasty treats.

[archangelet]

Tay knows he's being ridiculous. It's Aaron, after all.

Still, she can't help but make a face and say, "Ew."

[nogettingback]

Aaron swallows and sticks out his tongue at her. "Hey. I don't insult your pagan rituals."

He flops back down against the beanbag chair and starts tossing popcorn into his mouth. His first attempt bounces off his nose and lands somewhere to be forgotten. The second actually lands in his mouth and he throws his arms up victoriously briefly, before repeating the process.

[deepestindigo]

"Hey!" Yes, Indy's breaking into the conversation, because she can. "We're keeping things PG-13, remember? The post-sacrifice dance under the moonlight happens in our underwear. 'cause we're family-friendly!"

She tosses them both an angelic smile, and steals some of Aaron's popcorn. "And I can't help but notice that we have a possessor of dangly bits among us that has not yet been marked with the ancient symbol of the girl-cult." She gives Aaron a stern look, and tries for a menacing voice. It doesn't quite work, what with the barely-suppressed giggles. "Choose your sparkles, or they will be chosen for you."

[nogettingback]

"There are children and uninterested males present," Aaron says, half-mockingly, around his popcorn.

He looks up at Indy, a look of mock-horror crossing his face. "Torture, is it?" He says, putting on a dramatic voice. "Do you expect me to talk, Sparklefinger?"

[deepestindigo]

"No, Mr. Barnam," Indy says, her voice just as dramatic. "I expect you to glitter. And I think I have just the thing."

And then, with an evil laugh, she heads for the makeup case, and returns with a bottle of very pink, very sparkly nail polish.

"The only question is whether I should do this quick and dirty, or give you... the full treatment." By which, of course, she means whether or not Aaron wants just a fast coat of polish, or the complete manicure experience. It's up to him, really.

[nogettingback]

"Louis always said, I'd go down in sparkles," Aaron laments melodramatically, uncurling his long legs out from under him and waggling his toes in Indy's general direction, barely batting an eye at the nail polish. Aaron is perpetually chill.

"Do your worst, Madame. I am not afraid," he responds in a mock-imitation of Sean Connery.

[deepestindigo]

[[Pretend this happens at some point before the Tay conversation? Timey wimey whatevers.]]

Indy flops down next to Aaron, giving the TV a thoughtful look. "I want to know why this game has no provisions for chaining someone up in your basement and keeping them as a pet. ...Can I change my 'marry' vote to that? Because Orlando could really work that bondage."

[nogettingback]

Aaron purses his lips. "...That's a good point. Marriage is for losers, anyway. Hear that, ladies. Don't get married." He tosses a piece of popcorn at one of them teasingly. "Say yes to Dungeon Master...y."

He turns back to Indy, smirking sheepishly. "That was goin' somewhere, but I kinda lost it."

[deepestindigo]

Indy shrugs. "Nothin' wrong with marriage. It's just... not everyone's deal. Like me? Never happening. The day I find me a husband and make me some babies in the day someone needs to check me into someplace with padded walls and guys in clean white coats."

She shrugs and munches on a handful of popcorn. "So marriage is a useless vote right here. Depp's one-night stand material, for sure. Wouldn't make a good pet, but Bloom's got that covered. I'll agree with you on cliffing Rush, but... Okay. I might marry Keira Knightley. Maybe. But only after she starts kicking ass."

[nogettingback]

"I'm more the 'boy in every port' sort," Aaron smirks, folding his arms behind his head. "Perks of the job. Travel everywhere, kill a few monsters, break a few hearts. The stuff they right Zeppelin songs about... Not that I would know, 'cause I have actually never listened to Zeppelin. It just seems like something they'd sing about."

He purses his lips. "I'd go straight for Keira in Domino. Elizabeth Swan doesn't do it for me."