Open RP: Toad's Birthday Celebration!

[morty_toad]

(ooc: Worlds End description borrowed (and slightly tweaked) from shaman_x, who first posted it for the karaoke party. Used with permission.)Worlds End. There are entrances for it all over the world, all marked with the neat gold print of the Worlds End marquee. No matter where you are, you'll be able to find an entrance in the busiest and trendiest

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[doug_ramsey]

Doug poked his head in the door. Going to Toad's birthday party didn't seem like a very wise idea, but it was that or stay at home and watch Nettik attack the Christmas tree. Even if Pyro wasn't likely to be here, some of his other friends might be. And maybe he'd make some new ones... although people who chose to hang out with Toad weren't usually Doug's kind of people.

He went over to the bar and got a Coke from the Doombot. He ordered in Latverian, just because he could.

[morty_toad]

Toad was already there, dressed in his best vest (and trousers! Of course he was wearing trousers), and had just come down stairs from checking out the upper levels when he saw him.

The X-Brat. Oh, how he had things to say to the X-Brat.

In one giant leap, Toad jumped more than halfway across the room, and landed neatly on the barstool next to Douglas Ramsey

"Well, well, well, lookie here," he said, a cheerful tone. "If it isn't Yoko. You came without your John. Didn't really expect that."

[doug_ramsey]

"You said we should go drinking together, didn't you?" Doug asked. He looked Toad up and down. "Happy Birthday, by the way."

[morty_toad]

"Thanks!" Toad said with a smile. "It's not really today, I don't know when it is. Today's good as any to celebrate, right?"

He doesn't wait for an answer. He sniffed at Doug's drink. "Cola? COLA? That's it? Not acceptable! DOOMBOT!" he calls out, calling its attention from the end of the bar. "Bring us two dirty hookers!"

[doug_ramsey]

Doug wasn't too sure what he expected the Doombot to bring them, but he was very relieved that it was only a couple of drinks. Even if they smelled like... well. Like something Toad would enjoy drinking.

"You really are trying to kill me," Doug said.

[morty_toad]

"Aww, it's just a couple of shots! Taste sort of sweet, and a little sour. Just like a real hooker!" Toad says, laughing. "You're lucky I'm not starting you off with Irish Car Bombs!"

[doug_ramsey]

Doug can never tell when Toad is being literal. "Uh-huh," Doug says, and takes a sip of the drink, trying not to screw up his face too much. "So am I going to get to meet this Anya you're always talking about?"

[morty_toad]

"Douglas! It is a shot. You take it in all in one! No wonder your face is looking like that. You want something to sip? Fine! Doombot! Bring us the fruitiest drink with as many umbrellas as you can fit into it!" He grinned at Doug, a little mean around the edges. "You'd like that, huh?"

But then his face turns into pure joy. "Oh, my Anya luv! I certainly hope she's coming! It would be the perfect cherry on top of a almost perfect sunday. And then I'd lick her clean!"

[doug_ramsey]

Doug is so disgusted by that metaphor that he does knock back the whole of the shot. He's quite impressed with himself when he doesn't immediately vomit. Fortunately, the fruitiest drink ever shows up shortly and he can use that to wash some of the vile taste away. He twirls the little umbrellas.

"So, um..." He's run out of things he can think of to ask Toad. "Got any New Year Resolutions?"

[morty_toad]

Toad shrugged. "I don't worry about that sort of shit, really. I've got goals year around, not just because it's a change in the calender. You?"

[doug_ramsey]

"I don't know," Doug said. "Find something to do, I guess. Good thing for you the Brotherhood wouldn't really have anything for a linguist to do."

[morty_toad]

Toad knows all about Doug's powers, and what they could do - and how they could be useful.

But he doesn't mention that at all.

Instead, he snorts. "Nope, we do deal in geek."

[doug_ramsey]

Doug just grins. "Fine with me. Hey, you ever think of a better codename than Toad? It's not exactly the coolest. Pyro? Cool. Mystique? Cool. Toad? Little green squishy thing, you know?" He took another sip of his drink.

[morty_toad]

"Oh, whatever, Cypher," Toad says, rolling his eyes at the X-Brat. "At least I have a reason to use my code-name! What have you done? Stood in front of a camera and pouted?"

[doug_ramsey]

"I broke out of prison," Doug pointed out. "What? You'd prefer I was in the X-Men and whupped your ass on a weekly basis?"

[morty_toad]

"With Pyro's help," Toad said, rolling his eyes. "And, puh-lease! One, they don't do that. And two?" Toad grinned meanly. "There's no way in bloody hell you could."