Open log/derp

[boogaroos]

WHO: Booga, Tank Girl and, well, everyone else! Yes. you. Get in here.
WHERE: Swanky hotel ballroom in the city
WHEN: Backdated to the evening of Nov 4th
WARNINGS: Nothing out of the expected?
SUMMARY: Booga's making up for stupidness and throwing a party. Invitations have been sent to just about everyone in the city. BYOB. Friends and Foes alike

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[crabulous]

Zoidberg arrived early, invitation folded neatly into his lab coat pocket, and he made a beeline for the food line. It was a glorious, stupendous amount of food, and he was determined to eat as much of it as his stomachs could hold. He was just returning to his seat from his fourth trip to the buffet line when he spotted Booga.

"Booga! My good friend! Hello!"

[boogaroos]

Booga looked up, beer up to his lips and wore his usual dumbass grin. "Zoidberg! Hey!" He couldn't help but notice sauce all over the lobster's face. "Bugger me, did I make enough food for ya?" He laughed, getting up.

[hellcommander]

Hiruma was late. Of course the only parties he was invited to in forever fell on the same night. Trowa's party started at seven... so Hiruma stayed until 9, then rushed back for a shower and a change of clothes, arriving finally at Booga's party at about 10.

Hiruma went to find himself a drink as soon as he got there. BYOB? That always meant someone had extra.

[boogaroos]

Booga spotted Hiruma and gave him a wave. Clearly the kid thought he was a lot later than he actually was- Booga started the party rather late. He was a fan of partying until the odd hours of the night, so usually starting later was the way to go.

"Look like you could use a drink!" He shouted over to him through the crowd.

[hellcommander]

"Oi! Roo-butt!" Hiruma worked his way through the crowd and grinned at him, "And here I thought I was late. 'Nother friend of mine had a birthday party tonight, so I had to go to that of course!"

[boogaroos]

"Oh shite, was it that Trowa bloke??" Booga hit his own forehead with the palm of his hand. He heard something about that... and that kid was nice enough to give him advice on his giant robot project. "I owe him something. I'll get him later."

He gave Hiruma a friendly shove. "You're not late, but you sure as fug need to catch up." Booga nudged at one of the tables. "Booze and lots of it. What's your poison?" Screw checking if the kid was even old enough to have some. Clearly Booga didn't care.

[grenadeball]

Tank came walking up. Very slowly, very casually. Only one cigarette in her mouth, hands firmly in her pockets. Her latest haircut was back to a classic - everything shaved off except for a blonde spit of hair at the very front. Wearing lightweight leather cycle gear, she put one foot in front of another. Through the hotel doors, through the hallways - into the ballroom.

Shit. Booga really went all out.

She'd have to make this an extra-special anniversary for him later. Not that she'd tell him that.

[boogaroos]

By this time Booga was easily on his fourth or fifth beer. Talking to some of the locals, he stopped... sniffing the air. With a twitch of the ear, he glanced over, seeing Tank Girl walk in. Passing a half-drunken beer to the nearest person, he swooped in through the crowd, scooping the wife up in his arms and licked the side of her face.

"Fancy meeting you here, beaut." He smiled stupidly. "Not bad, huh? Hear the host's a real boot licking shithead though." He shrugged his shoulders. "Can't all be perfect, you know."

[grenadeball]

"Fwah!" She grunted out, as the boozed up 'roo just lifted her up, bridal style, as he tended to do - whenever he was drunk enough or romantic enough to attempt it. She readjusted quickly, though, getting comfy in those arms. Didn't even bother to wipe the leftover spit on her cheek. Just smiled at the furry bastard.

"Not bad at all."

Smacked the back of his head.

"For someone who was incredibly late, again."

[boogaroos]

Booga winced, getting a well deserved smack. All the while he smiled, holding her with ease. "Sorry. Will you accept my apology party? There's cake, and I'm pretty sure a mosh pit."