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[getsthelastword]

Characters: Damon and anyone who chooses to join in
Setting/Location: Common Room
Date & Time: Day 59
Warnings: Drunkenness and beads
Summary: Damon's throwing a party. He'll probably make himself feel better by making other people feel bad.

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Enter Bret and Nick C:

[weedyshyguy]

Bret liked parties, he thought. Well, he went to a lot of Dave's and sometimes there were girls and he would talk to them and sometimes he'd get drunk and forget the rest of the night, so maybe "like" wasn't the right word. He kind of felt 50/50 about the whole idea.

He did, however, know that Bonnie was going to be at the party (probably) so he figured it would be a good idea to go to this one. If only to prove to her that he's definitely not the gay-Bret. So, dragging his roommate Nick along, Bret arrived at a time that appeared somewhere between early and fashionably late.

As soon as he set one foot in the door, he turned to face Nick, expression determined. "Nick, can I ask you a favor?"

[im_driving]

Nick was only interested in the alcohol. That was really all there was to it. He didn't want to "mingle" with anyone (it wasn't as if there was anything to be gained monetarily from this event), didn't want to "celebrate" the holiday (all it did was remind him of the New Orleans he'd left to end up on the caravan), and he certainly wasn't about to "party". Hell, he wasn't even that interested in the alcohol, but his roommate had insisted upon bringing him along.

At least, that's how Nick saw it. He'd be loathe to acknowledge that he might have some interest in getting out and seeing other people.

So when Bret asked him for a favor, Nick rolled his eyes and muttered, "What do you want now?"

[weedyshyguy]

Bret did his best not to flinch. Sure, they'd been getting along...well, Nick hadn't been threatening him as much lately, but things were still a little tense. Actually, Bret was hoping this favor would help them bond more.

"I, uh. I was wondering if you could be my wingman," Bret managed, "Like Top Gun."

[im_driving]

"Your wingman." Nick gave Bret an incredulous look. "That's the sort of shit I'd expect from El-"

Huh. To think he'd actually kind of missed Ellis for a minute there. Not that he was going to admit as much. He continued. "Look, I'm not being your wingman, ok? I'm only here to get drunk. I don't wanna talk to anyone or help you get with any ladies."

There was a brief pause as Nick considered something before adding quickly, "And if you even think of bringing a woman back to the room-!"

[weedyshyguy]

Bret put his hands up, already on the defensive. "I'll put a tie on the-- well, I'll put something on the door!" He was pretty sure he didn't have a tie so it'd be kind of rude to borrow one of Nick's for...that.

"And anyway, I'm not, uh...easy. I work slow." He tried his best cool face on, then glanced around for Bonnie. "Plus, she kind of thinks I'm...not her type anyway. So it might take a while. Which is why I need a wingman, man." As a last resort, Bret added quietly, "It might help us bond better than eggs would, too."

[im_driving]

"Yeah, no. You're not having sex with some chick in our room. I have to sleep there and the thought that you and someone else were getting it on will give me nightmares for a month." Nick didn't mince his words. "So if you really think you're gonna get lucky tonight, Sport, I'd suggest going back to her place. You got me?"

"'She' thinks you're not her type? You got someone in mind already, then?" Well, this was certainly news. "Why haven't you made a move yet? Seems like an all-inclusive Mardi Gras party wouldn't exactly be the most romantic spot, Romeo. Or were you hoping for 'liquid assistance'?"

The conman snorted and added, "You know, I've got a good record with the ladies. Maybe I should go after this girl of yours. What's her name? She good looking?"

[weedyshyguy]

Bret could feel his ears burning. He didn't expect things to turn against him that quickly. "Uh-- it's kind of complicated and I'd rather you didn't...go after her." Man, this was just Jemaine all over again.

After a few moments of thought, Nick's statements finally completely translated. "I wouldn't get her drunk for sex. 'mnot that kind of guy. I just figure girls like to...you know. Dance and stuff. At parties." Bret shrugged a little anxiously, not as certain in his thinking as he was before.

[im_driving]

Nick openly laughed in Bret's face. "What, you're gonna dance with her? You think that's going to accomplish anything?" He shook his head. "You think she's gonna fall for you once you show off your moves?"

He shoved his hands in his pockets. "Yeah, ok. This I gotta see."

sure lj, just tag whenever you want.

[weedyshyguy]

Bret mentally listed off his mistakes. 1. Bringing Nick along. 2. Asking Nick to be his wingman. 3. Saying he wasn't going to try and have sex on her.

Well at least he could learn from all this.

That didn't solve his problem of what to do now.

"...I don't need a wingman now. You don't have to see." Might as well try it.

:X

[im_driving]

"Oh, but you got me all excited," Nick smirked. "I really want to be your wingman. You know, help you out with this lady, watch you make a complete asshole of yourself...I can't believe you're trying to take that away from me now."

He looked about. "Come on. Where is she? Seriously, let's do this."

[weedyshyguy]

"...You just want to laugh at me." Bret's lip stuck out before he could catch it. But, he supposed, if anything was pout-worthy...

Okay, nothing was pout-worthy around Nick. Bret straightened up slightly, narrowing his eyes. "I can do it myself. I just thought we could make better friends if, you know. We wingmaned for each other." Nick probably hadn't seen Top Gun. Bret found this incredibly sad.

[im_driving]

Nick rolled his eyes for the second time since entering the party. "And what makes you so damn sure I want to be friends?" He glanced casually in the direction of the alcohol and pointed. "Look, I'll be over there whenever you decide you're done trying to impress this woman. And no bringing her back to the room-- you got me?"

[blytheandbonnie]

Bonnie was dancing with herself, and there was no Billy Idol playing. Still, she was more than a little buzzed and a blonde man that she thought might possibly be a Greek god was playing a lute. She had missed dancing. That was one nice thing about Rowan, there was certainly never any lack of opportunities to groove.

She had been very fond of all those demons. They definitely knew how to throw a party

[weedyshyguy]

"Fine," Bret huffed, turning to search for Bonnie in the crowd as Nick left. Oh, there she was. Dancing with a passion he rarely saw in anyone but himself.

She just got some more points, as far as Bret was concerned.

Doing his best to exude cool in every manner, Bret made his way over to her. He started dancing a little too, bopping to-- well, he was trying to match her beat, anyway. "Hey, Bonnie."

[blytheandbonnie]

Well, maybe she had one or two friends left.

"Bret!" Bonnie exclaimed as he approached, and she reached out to grab him by the wrist, pulling him closer. "Dance with me!"

Bonnie would have been lying, just a little, if she said that she didn't hear herself stumbling over her words a bit. But talking was so hard sometimes!

She raised her arms above her head and continued dancing cheerfully, humming that Flashdance song a little louder. Hopefully Bret knew it. She thought everyone did, but she was also pretty sure that Bret was Australian, so maybe he listened to different kinds of music. Kangaroo songs or something.

[weedyshyguy]

Bret relaxed, glad that she didn't want to talk or something. He wasn't sure if he was ready for that. Again.

Mostly since she seemed to really like talking about the gay stuff. Which might be cool after he'd proven he wasn't, but at the moment it was a little difficult to want to deal with any of it. So instead, he danced, humming to the same song.

Nick couldn't call this a failure, now could he?