Yule potluck party post is here! Open RP for all school
On the day of the Hufflepuff-hosted potluck, the Great Hall had been transformed to accommodate the event, courtesy of Skwisgaar, a few of his bandmates, and several other helpful volunteers from Hufflepuff -- and one Ravenclaw. Skwisgaar and Toki's adoptive dragon-son, Smaug, had assisted with arranging some of the heavier items
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Skwisgaar had decided to dress up for the occasion, wizarding style, and looked to be wearing a regular jackoff's average yearly income: his was a robe of rich, black velvet brocade, with delicate silver embroidery edging the collar and fitted sleeves, which formed draconic motifs with tiny sapphire gemstone accents. The torso was also fitted, with the rest of the robe left to drape loosely below the waist, every part of it hand sewn to accommodate and accentuate his over six and a half foot frame. Underneath he wore a black dress shirt, since it was partially visible, and his usual pants, skull belt, and boots since they were not. He was also wearing his deddy teddy bear prefect hat.
The clothing obviously hadn't been his idea (Jasper had given him the robe as an early Yule gift and had urged him to wear it to the party, while Toki had insisted he wear his prefect hat), but once he'd gotten used to them, he didn't mind them so much. The robe wasn't really like wearing a dress, he reasoned, since he was wearing his usual clothes underneath.
He was presently in his designated seat at the head of a table, his unplugged Gibson Explorer perched in his lap, with his fingers moving restlessly over the frets as he leant over to talk with Toki, who was seated to his left. Skwisgaar seemed oblivious to what was going on around him at the moment. He loved a good party and all, but a dressed up Toki was a Toki he needed to perv on a bit before he did anything else. His voice was pitched low enough not to carry as he whispered various suggestions of what he'd like to be doing to Toki, some fluffy, some filthy.
Nathan and Pickles were seated opposite Toki and to Skwisgaar's right, and they were mostly talking to each other about tamer subjects (how many people they hoped would be horribly maimed and/or burned tonight, whether Ofdensen would get sloppy or real fucking sloppy), though they occasionally turned their attention to their Scandinavian bandmates. Whenever they did Skwisgaar joined their conversation easily enough, as though he hadn't just been telling Toki about a creative use for the fancy curtain ties and some icing.
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He wasn't the type to flail excitedly over anything, but it was still apparent that he genuinely liked what he'd been given, by the way he was looking over each item and in the candy's case, eating a few. Well, okay, so the knitted items weren't exactly brutal, but having grown up in the far north had taught Skwisgaar a thing or two about frostbite. Better to look silly in warm clothes than to lose all your fingers. (A lesson which he tended to forget whenever one of his bandmates suggested they run away from home.) And the guitar strap's motif looked similar to his Yopo spirit animal form, which was a nice touch.
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"Ja, thank yous. Can't haves too many guitars straps," he replied, surprisingly not being sarcastic. He did have his favourites, like the one decorated with Smaug's scales, but most of his guitar straps were just plain and thus easily replaceable. A must when one was in an equipment-destroying band like Dethklok. "Didn'ts you gets any presents?" he asked, beginning to slur just a little due to the drugged food he'd eaten.
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He was getting up every few minutes to go raid the still-growing buffet, since he had a serious case of the munchies that only seemed to get exponentially worse, the more he ate. Between his own stash that he'd dipped into before the party and the drugged food, he'd probably ingested enough to kill a dragon, but his inhumanly high tolerance meant he'd only worked up a pretty good buzz by this point.
He took a few bites of each dish, just to try them, before he was pushing his plate aside and going to get another. It was good that Dethklok had the entire end of a table to themselves, as Pickles' leftovers were quickly mounting up. This also of course included a colourful assortment of the booze that were available. Hey, he was never one to turn down free drinks.
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"You're really, heh, inhaling that shit," Nathan commented. "Your stomach might explode." And it was clear from his tone that he thought it'd be brutal, so naturally he approved. For all the tabloids liked to call him a fat slob, he was actually only on his second plate of the night, and most of the food was from the Swedish and blood-filled part of the buffet-so he was sort of picking at it. At least the booze were excellent.
"Looks like jackoffs are finally bringing their goat things," he noted as he watched a couple people delivering their gifts. He'd dropped his off before the party had even started, so hadn't seen any addressed to him. Figuring it was a good time to check, he got up to peruse the gift table, pleased to see the one intended for him. He took it back to Dethklok's table to open it.
"Brutal," he said with real enthusiasm as he held up the branding iron, obviously looking forward to using it. Rather than taking the sack of coal the wrong way, he assumed it was intended for a fire. A branding fire. The donkey cigarette dispenser paled in comparison to the rest, but it was still pretty cool, in a goofy way. Nathan requested some cigarettes from a house-elf and filled the dispenser, then amused himself by repeatedly (persistently) offering his bandmates some. "Man, my donkey is the best donkey."
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On arrival, Toki had found his present excitedly, and then gathered up a pile of nothing but sugary things, most of which he'd now eaten, and washed down with plenty of beer. So, he was feeling drunk, wired, and a bit of something else- he wasn't sure what the something else was, but it was fun and made everything more colorful. His glowy new watch was especially fascinating. Toki had finally stopped stuffing his face with nothing but the potluck's sugary offerings, distracted by Skwisgaar's whispered suggestions, which sounded pretty great to him about then, and a few of which prompted him to flush, which he tried to hide from the rest of the band by the expedient of looking down at the drink he was holding (snagged from Pickles' colorful accumulation of drinks) and letting his hair fall forward- which really only made it more evident. Luckily, despite his inebriation, Toki was not so far gone that he thought to initiate any of Skwisgaar's suggestions on the spot, however tempting it was. Especially in his new sexy-robe.
"Bets if Pickles explodes the Shoggies would eats the explosion-pukes," Toki randomly contributed as Nathan got up to get his gift, before once again becoming distracted by Skwisgaar murmuring certain suggestions about the curtain ties. When Nathan returned, Toki watched him opning his gift, likewise approving of it. "Coulds brands all yours stuff, and never lose its." And since the combination of too much (drugged) sugar and alcohol tended to inspire Toki's obnoxious streak, he added "You coulds brand Charles," with an impish grin.
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Since he didn't particularly feel like getting up himself, he had Pickles bring him a plate of Swedish food on one of his buffet runs, then gratefully dug in. All that planning bullshit had been tiring work, and he was starving. The food was also better than he'd thought it would be, as he'd grown too used to the house elves' poor attempts at authentic Swedish cuisine. This was how it should be. Asking Sverige to help had clearly been a good idea.
He hadn't had overmuch to drink himself, but was definitely starting to feel buzzed in an odd, floaty way after a few kroppkakor. He also got a bit distracted by Toki's glowing watch, and slowly blinked and stared for a few moments when Nathan shoved a little toy donkey in his face. He eventually got the idea and took a few cigarettes from it, but didn't have a light, so stacked them in an empty goblet. This reminded him that he should have a Yule Goat gift waiting for him too, so he went to get his and returned to the table to open it.
It wasn't a branding iron kit or mesmerising glowing watch, but he still rather liked it. He hadn't really had the luxury of a mother knitting him embarrassing homemade clothes as a child, so it was weirdly nice to be getting some now.
"Nones of us gots dildos presents this year," he said with approval, and was soon distracted by the guitar strap, taking his time tracing the shape of the eagle with a finger. It felt really... nice. Feathery. Almost alive. And like Nathan had done with his cigarettes, Skwisgaar also offered his bandmates some of the candy he'd been given, making sure Pickles at least took some, since he hadn't gotten a Goat gift. Skwisgaar's generosity was only partially to blame on the drugs -- he'd been in an excellent mood even before them.
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"I'm not that drunks yet," Toki insisted, only somewhat bit slurred. "I'm feeling pretty goods, more like a bit drunks and a bit stoneds." Toki didn't actually intend to get shitfaced, as he too wanted to be conscious when he and Skwisgaar had some private time later. He had been making some effort to drink less since they'd returned to Hogwarts, as it did seem to reduce his likelihood of doing stupid shit. Parties, however, were a good excuse for a lack of moderation.
It took Toki a moment to realize what he was supposed to do about the plastic donkey that was being shoved at him, but eventually took a few cigarettes after a long moment of just staring at the plastic creature. When Skwisgaar returned with his own gift, Toki had arranged the cigarettes on the table in a little pyramid, and was musing over just how nice their smooth paper wrapping felt. Everything was feeling very nice in fact. And looking very nice, too- a 'bit' stoned was something of an understatement. There was a certain vague glow to everything, not just his watch. Skwisgaar seemed to be emitting something very pleasant and warm, and as he sat down again Toki reached over and started tracing over the patterns in Skwisgaar's velvet robe, grinning happily.
"Yeah, nots dildos at all, is all greats this year," Toki agreed. Partly because he was inclined to think positively about most everything in the glowy, floaty little world that chemicals were conjuring in his brain, but partly because they did get pretty cool gifts this year. His was nice and glowy, Skwisgaar's was nice and squishy. . .and tasty too, he thought, accepting a stick of the offered polkagris, as Toki was not one to turn down candy. Especially not suggestive candy. Toki of course failed to note this quality when he unwrapped the stick, and continued to be oblivious to it as he started to suck on the candy in a dreamy, abstracted manner, occasionally pausing to lick at the stripes of color individually.
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This helped bring Skwisgaar back to his own senses somewhat, muddled though they were. He was also beginning to feel a touch of queasiness from the substances that probably shouldn't have been mixed, not that he aware of the food being drugged -- he simply chalked it up to wolfing down his food too fast, and thought maybe he'd be the one needing an early bedtime instead of Toki this time. But, there was something he had to do first.
It wasn't the most ideal time, as he'd wanted to wait until they were both a little more clear headed and possibly alone, but he figured better now than later, when one or both of them might very well pass out and need to be carried back to their room.
From one of his robe's pockets he produced a small, black ring box, and slid it across the table to Toki. "An earlys present," he explained. Inside was the crystal and gemstone bear he'd had the jeweler transfigure to look more like a proper deddy bear, during their family trip with Smaug.
The presentation was mostly incidental -- he'd requested a selection of jewelry boxes from the house elves, had liked the black ring box best, and so the elves had modified it to hold his gift. He thankfully wasn't the type to go down on one knee as a joke, so hopefully the appearance of the ring box wouldn't induce panic before Toki actually opened it.
((And because I haven't had a chance to say so elsewhere yet... I really loved Toki's Christmas gifts to Skwisgaar! The sharks are the coolest thing ever. That's a pretty mellow species, so it'll be fun for Sharkgaar to hang out with them one day.))
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Figuring how to suck on the candy unsexily wasn't all that easy- especially since Toki now realized what he was doing with it. The little black box was a good distraction from attempting to figure this out. Toki had seen enough TV and movies to feel a certain weird fluttering in his stomach when the box appeared, but also knew Skwisgaar well enough not to freak out before looking at the box's contents. Still, he cracked open the box to get a peek at its contents before opening it all the way, just in case.
The box fortunately was free of any traditional symbols of long-term commitment, and its contents caused Toki's face to light up with a huge smile as he opened it fully. If he was perhaps a tiny bit disappointed that it didn't contain something more panic-inducing, he didn't actually notice it. As, a crystal-and-gemstone deddy bear, especially one from Skwisgaar, was simply awesome. "I really likes it! Thank yous, Skwisgaar, is abouts the best present evers!" Toki gazed adoringly at the sparkly bear for a moment, mesmerized by all the colors glinting through the crystal, before planting a kiss on Skwisgaar, regardless of their public surroundings. After this public display of delight, he lifted the little bear from its box, and went back to gazing at it, turning it this way and that to set the light glinting through its facets. "I'll takes real good cares of it. And gives you a better thank-yous back at our room. . ."
((Toki will also declare Skwis' other Xmas gifts the best presents ever. And will mean it about all of them. =D I'm happy that you like the sharks. XD I figured Skwis would have fun palling around with them, as they're indeed a pretty chill species.))
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