callipygos: (smug!)
Aphrodite Dionaea ([personal profile] callipygos) wrote2012-12-01 06:44 pm

holiday party post

Aphrodite's New York loft is done up to the nines.

The first good look as one enters is of twinkling Manhattan through the big windows, lights bright against a dark winter sky. The windows take up most of two walls; the rest of the space is largely empty, the star of the show a glowingly polished hardwood floor perfect for dancing.

There's a cluster of low-slung couches and chairs at one end of the room, velvet and leather and very inviting. They're situated by the fireplace, which lends them a cozy glow-- though it isn't cold anywhere in here, despite the windows.

Aphrodite is very proud of a few things about tonight:

1) The music, which spans a decent range of time periods and tempos, and will be playing for most of the evening.
2) The decorations, understated but quite lovely: softly glowing lights, silver and gold ribbons wound around columns and draped from the ceiling ... the occasional strategically placed bit of mistletoe.
3) Her dress.

And yes, darlings, there is a very well stocked bar and counter full of snacks.

That's what happens when you enlist the Three Graces to help you plan your shindigs.
boston_bruiser: (drunk)

[personal profile] boston_bruiser 2012-12-04 07:51 am (UTC)(link)
Voodoo picks this moment to find the concept of lying down utterly hilarious.

And so he starts snickering. And giggling. And snorting.

He tries to cover it up with his hand, but that fails utterly when it evolves into full-bellied laughter.

He looks up, up, laughing all the way, and-


His eyes reach the ceiling and freeze.
gavin62truck: (uh no)

[personal profile] gavin62truck 2012-12-04 08:04 am (UTC)(link)
Tommy just grits his teeth and shakes his head.

"What. Is so. Goddamned funny."

He's probably not going to get an answer. Because now apparently Voodoo has taken to staring to the ceiling.

"The fuck are you looking--






at."




Well, shit.
boston_bruiser: (drunk)

[personal profile] boston_bruiser 2012-12-04 08:17 am (UTC)(link)
That is definitely mistletoe-

-and that is definitely Voodoo's arm wrapped around Tommy's neck-

-and those are definitely his strunk-ass lips pressed hard against Tommy's.

Voodoo benches upward of 600 pounds, can knock out over 400 perfect pushups, and his personal best for pullups is well into the triple digits.

Add on to that his sheer drunken strength and Tommy is going to have a very, very difficult time extricating himself.
Edited 2012-12-04 08:17 (UTC)
gavin62truck: (uh no)

[personal profile] gavin62truck 2012-12-04 08:22 am (UTC)(link)
"MFKR!"



That would translate to MOTHERFUCKER.



Voodoo's balls, meet Tommy's knee. Repeated introductions will be applied if necessary.
boston_bruiser: (drunk)

[personal profile] boston_bruiser 2012-12-04 08:32 am (UTC)(link)
You are going up against a SEAL drunk and stoned out of his mind, Tommy. HE FEELS NO PAIN.

Eventually, though, he pulls away with a loud POP.

And giggles.
gavin62truck: (angry)

[personal profile] gavin62truck 2012-12-04 08:54 am (UTC)(link)
Tommy turns away, doubles up, and gags.

No, seriously, he's going to puke.

He would smash a vase in Voodoo's face but he promised Aphrodite he wouldn't break any furniture.

The look Tommy gives him says:

SOON.

In the meantime, he has to run to the bathroom so he won't ruin Aphrodite's floor.
boston_bruiser: (drunk)

[personal profile] boston_bruiser 2012-12-04 09:05 am (UTC)(link)
Fuck, man, Voodoo's tripping balls right now. You could tell him a pencil was an incense stick and he'd light it on fire. Gavin's facial expressions don't make a lick of sense to him right now.

(Thank you, Mike.)

So, you know. He's just going to wander back into the crowd and mingle.

Like the stoned/drunk motherfucker he is.