WHO: The Varia (the company) WHAT: Xanxus' Birthday WHERE: The Varia (the building) WHEN: Xanxus' Birthday 10/10 Friday RATING: TBA WARNING(s): IT'S THE VARIA. QUICK GET IN THE CAR. Who knows what'll happen?
Lissuria's been busy setting up the pineapples on the tables when Haru arrived. He's been at this the whole day, getting his staff hoist those 6-feet palm trees inside the conference hall, putting some tikis and totem poles at every corner, and finally covering the whole floor with white sand flown in from the beach of Waikiki. Really, this is lush. But this is a fabulous party for the only editor Lissuria would ever respect in this industry.
The diva is only left with touching up on the details: the pineapples, the coconuts, the leis that should be passed around once the guests start coming in. Lissuria hopes Xanxus would love it. He did prepare this out of love for the boss~ <3 And Lissuria doesn't mind spending for those that he loves.
Squalo pushed the door open with one leather boot, carting two cloth sacks in each hand. He dropped them onto the nearest table, ignoring the garish decor, and pulled several bottles of wine and assorted liquor out of them. He contemplated smashing one of them over Lussuria's head, but decided against it. Instead, he opted for the more traditional method and walked up to him, grabbed him by the front of the shirt, and yelled at him. "VOI, WHAT THE HELL IS ALL THIS??!"
After talking over some things with Haru, Bel decided to take a peek at what Lissuria was doing. He thought the sand was overdoing it a little, though. Then again, so was everything Lissuria did. And were those real palm trees? Bel kicked one on his way in, because he could. And snickered when one of the coconuts fell on top of someone's head. He made his way to Lissuria, poking at things, rearranging them, knocking them over and maybe pocketing a thing or two.
"Is the sand really nece--" His question was cut short when Squalo appeared and started yelling at Lissuria.
"That is not your fucking problem, bitch. And don't you dare wrinkle my shirt!" Lissuria quipped as he slapped Squalo's hand away from his shirt. How dare he touch the diva's shirt!?! Lissuria takes a good look at Squalo's get-up, wondering why he's wearing drab in the middle of this luau. Boots on sand!? Ah-! FASHION CRIME!!"Didn't you get the memo that this party will be Hawaiian-themed? Oh wait-- You've been busy raping people's offices for your missing manuscripts! I'm quite sure you missed this memo as well." Lissuria raised his brow, cocking his head to a side as he said this in a tone that beckons a cat fight. Bring it on, the diva thought, flipping his bangs in arrogance
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"VOI," Squalo roared. "I did not, in fact, get any such memo. If I had gotten such memo, I would have set it on fire and shoved it down your throat." He kicked some of the sand out of his way. "I'll ask you again, and you'd better answer if you don't want one of those pineapples smashed over your head. What the hell is all this?" If the boss came and saw this mess... Squalo shivered at the thought.
Ah-hah. A fight between editors? Bel would rather not get involved. "I'll be over there if you need me," he said and sat down nearby, cross-legged, and watched Squalo and Lissuria have a yelling match, while everyone continued to set up the place (the food magazine people were setting up the buffet table with Haru). This was going to be interesting!
"It's a fucking Hawaiian party. That's what it is. If you don't fucking get it, then just leave. Bitch." Lissuria decided to set the forks and spoons and the orchids on the tables, leaving the editor roaring and bitch on his own. Oh please, he won't lose his fab just for that bitter virgin.
Squalo fumed. This was the boss' party, not Lussuria's chance to have a gay day. "VOI, YOU IDIOT!" he yelled, gesturing wildly. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'RE DOING?! WHOSE PARTY IS THIS??" He was this close to picking up a coconut and throwing it at Lussuria's head. "IS THERE ACTUALLY A BRAIN IN THERE UNDER THAT THICK SKULL OF YOURS, OR WHAT?!"
As much as Belphegor wanted to get those two away from each other, hearing someone say Marmon's name caught Bel's attention. So he stood up and followed the direction of whoever it was alerted him of Marmon's presence. Squalo and Lissuria were grown men, they could resolve their issues on their own.
"OF COURSE THERE IS, BITCH. IN FACT, IT'S A WHOOOOLE LOT BETTER THAN YOURS SINCE I DON'T SEEM TO MISPLACE MY FUCKING MANUSCRIPT IN FRIGGING PLACES AND I'M NOT EXACTLY IN POVERTY JUST BECAUSE OF A LUSH CELEBRATION!!" Lissuria bitched, waving his finger over Squalo's face, mocking him like a black momma scolding her child.
"And don't tell me I don't know who this party is for. Xan-chan needs a holiday. And this is me taking THE holiday to him for his birthday. Really bitch, if you don't let up, you're probably going to end up dying without getting any love."
Squalo made a quiet strangled sort of noise. Lussuria did not just go there. He had not. No way. "You..." he said, almost in a whisper. "You did not just say what I think you said." His voice got louder, until he was almost yelling again. "For your sake, I HOPE that you did NOT just say what I THINK you just said!!"
Haru sighing, seems that no one want to stop the argument between Squalo-san and Lissuria-san. Someone has to do something before the arguments escalating into full blown physical fight. So Haru walked to both of them.
"Squalo-san, Lissuria-san! Please stop fighting, this is a party for the boss! Stop fighting at least just for today!"
Lissuria heard Haru's scream right smack before he even thought of tugging Squalo's hair. The diva pulled away from the editor, turned around, and ignored that noisy bitch.
Stressing over Squalo only meant more wrinkles for Lissuria. And more wrinkles meant more trips to facial surgeons in Thailand. Lissuria couldn't afford to go there again... He's had his fair share of escapades in that damn country.
Lissuria chose to head back to his decorating duties.
The diva is only left with touching up on the details: the pineapples, the coconuts, the leis that should be passed around once the guests start coming in. Lissuria hopes Xanxus would love it. He did prepare this out of love for the boss~ <3 And Lissuria doesn't mind spending for those that he loves.
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Instead, he opted for the more traditional method and walked up to him, grabbed him by the front of the shirt, and yelled at him.
"VOI, WHAT THE HELL IS ALL THIS??!"
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"Is the sand really nece--" His question was cut short when Squalo appeared and started yelling at Lissuria.
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He kicked some of the sand out of his way. "I'll ask you again, and you'd better answer if you don't want one of those pineapples smashed over your head. What the hell is all this?"
If the boss came and saw this mess... Squalo shivered at the thought.
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"And don't tell me I don't know who this party is for. Xan-chan needs a holiday. And this is me taking THE holiday to him for his birthday. Really bitch, if you don't let up, you're probably going to end up dying without getting any love."
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"You..." he said, almost in a whisper. "You did not just say what I think you said." His voice got louder, until he was almost yelling again. "For your sake, I HOPE that you did NOT just say what I THINK you just said!!"
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"Squalo-san, Lissuria-san! Please stop fighting, this is a party for the boss! Stop fighting at least just for today!"
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Stressing over Squalo only meant more wrinkles for Lissuria. And more wrinkles meant more trips to facial surgeons in Thailand. Lissuria couldn't afford to go there again... He's had his fair share of escapades in that damn country.
Lissuria chose to head back to his decorating duties.
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