POOL PARTY BABY IT WAS A COOL PARTY

[glazedandconfused]

Who: YOU
What: IT WAS A POOL PARTY FOR THE COOL KIDS AT MY SCHOOL
When: ALL DAY SATURDAY, AUGUST 10th
Where: THE POOL
Warnings: HOLY GUACAMOLE, WE'VE GOT CHIPS

The posters have been up all week, and today

is the day.



The outdoor pool has been filled with all manner of pool-related recreational materials, including but not limited to pool noodles and as many floaties as one could possibly want. Everything is perfect for an afternoon of food, music, and water-based recreation.

Just don't run on the concrete, or the lifeguard might revoke your pool privileges.

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[butterbelieveamanspromise]

CONTINUING FROM THIS THREAD...

This guy wants to punch you in the face, Red. There's nothing about him that communicates otherwise. The six-foot-one stack of angry muscles topped with a corn hat that doesn't shoot missiles, but could probably still be used as a weapon somehow, is approaching at an alarming rate. Anger is wearing a tiny black speedo today. In case you actually cared, you piece of shit.

Whatever his beef is, he stops right in front of Red's path, bursting his personal bubble so he can glare him in the eyes with his own pretty pair of violent violet. And boy, is he seeing Red- in three completely different ways. "So I hear you been shovin' Chiyo around," he snarls through a toothy grin. "Tell me, fucker. Was it fun?"

Smoosh. That's his hair riding up on your forehead. You're welcome. How it managed to retain its form long enough for this confrontation without water damage is a mystery. It is, however, sadly crushed and crinkled from a shameful incident of earlier. P.S. his dick still hurts. This only makes him angrier.

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

For a second, he wondered if he got the wrong guy. But he didn't drop his browbeating for even a moment. "Name's Red, right? You were harassin' Chiyo, right?" He rammed his forehead up against his adversary's, closing the distance between them uncomfortably.

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

Stupid hat. He yanks it off his head and throws it to the ground.

"Red" seems genuinely confused about this exchange, which makes Mondo swerve into doubt once again. He sizes him up with a scowl before exhaling sharply and boring his eyes deeper into the pair before him.

"So you mean to tell me you can't even tell me if your name's Red or not? Don't tell me I hafta beat it outta you instead!" He crams a tight fist up snugly beneath his chin. "Better go fast! I'm an impatient guy!"

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

He hangs there for an extended pause before restoring distance between them, rising back to full height. The overwhelmingly sour expression doesn't leave as he asks, "Then where is he?"

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

"Yeah," is his short reply, a bit of hope rising within. "That's him."

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

Caught up in his act, he doesn't suspect a thing because Red's so casual about not being Red. All he cares about is finding his prey, and this guy knows more than he does. "Sure," he grunts as he does a quick and easy favor for the guy who was doing him one. He bends over to scoop up the hat, and...

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

Mondo's stunned from the surprise attack, but his shock is quickly swapped for violent rage. Everything that happened from the first kick to the second blew by like a blur, and his fury was one of those things that emerged in only a split second.

The next split second, Mondo was already lunging for his attack. When struck, his gut reaction is set to fight, never flight.

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" From his position on the ground he shoots his hand out to grab the one leg saving Red any balance from his precarious backwards recovery and rips him off his feet to his back with a sharp yank. "Only a spineless cocksucker would resort to such a cheap shot!!" he fumes as he pounces on top of him and drives a hard fist into his face.

"You thought you could pull a fast one on me, aah, Red?!" He treats the neglected side of his face to a punch with his other fist. "I'm gonna grind you into red meat!"

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

Stinging pain plunges into his temples, accompanied by the stinging cold of frozen dairy product smeared in his eyes, and he unhinges a war cry while he brings his knee up and slams it into his chest.

"You pull cheap moves and abuse girls like Chiyo! Betrayed her trust in you... I already know exactly what kind of an asshole you are... One that doesn't deserve to live!!" He's so wound up he doesn't remember to wipe the ice cream from his eyes with one strong sweep of his arm until he gets those words out. It doesn't come off all the way. There's quite a lot of cone sticking to his creamed face. It's a good look for him. Really brings out his hair.

He digs his own fingers into Red's scalp for a change, lifts his head up using the strands of hair tangled between his fingers, and rams the back of his head into the concrete.

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

Poking his eye proved an effective measure to release his clutch on Red's head, his free hand flying to his damaged eye and the one buried in his mane loosening up as he recoiled. It's just enough slack to make freedom easy to achieve.

But he's not so easily thwarted. Not when he's this charged with angry adrenaline. Peering down at him with one eye, he reinforces his knee pin and slams his fist into his opponent's nose, ruthlessly hard as though to pay him back for the agony shooting through his eye socket.

And then he moves in. He mounts him fully and squeezes his sides with his legs, grabs his arms and fixes them both against the ground as he leans in so close they could kiss with bared teeth and growls with a feral rumble. It was like the vocal crackle before thunder boomed.

"You fuckin' prick! Let me make my words loud and clear! I don't wanna hear bout you givin' Chiyo a hard time ever again! A man should never lay his hands on a woman! I don't care if she's part Pokemon or whatever, either! If you do it again, I'll beatcha into such bad shape you won't be able to! Am I clear or am I fucking clear?!"

enter a yakuza

[flowerofmtsilver]

Meanwhile:

Pool parties had been a pretty good time for Vinnie, despite being leered at by some weird guy with a hard-on for justice and some unexplainable discrimination against Venusaurs. He was leaving fairly satisfied, having taken in a lot of sun and a good amount of exercise. He was on his way out to have a proper shower when some raised voices caught his ear. Specifically, "one that doesn't deserve to live!"

That was something definitely wrong. A bad feeling seized up in his chest, hearing the words and how they echoed his own thoughts from years ago. The Venusaur was still in his swim trunks, but if a fight was happening - one of potentially life or death - it couldn't wait.

(Why was he throwing himself into another one of these? The rational half of his mind was demanding him to think twice about this - to no avail.)

Vinnie ran towards the direction of the sound, and by the time he arrived, a near-naked, ripped guy with questionable hair choices was straddling Red. They both looked like a mess. The Venusaur staggered mid-step at the sight as a spear of confliction stabbed through him. Red...

Red deserved this. Attacking Chiyo, Blue, lying to everyone, everything he'd done recently... Vinnie didn't blame anyone for wanting to slug him one. But there was still that part of him that desperately wanted to cling to the hope that his former trainer just wasn't himself, that this was something else forcing him to act like the world's biggest dickweed. It just physically pained him, the idea of seeing Red hurt. He couldn't just stand by and let this get out of hand.

Forcing his feet forward, the Venusaur came up behind Mondo and placed a stern hand on his shoulder - one that was understanding, but from his firm grip it was clear he wouldn't be above using force either. Vinnie's voice was similarly serious, but he wanted to make the effort to diffuse the fight as peacefully as he could first.

"Hey. He's had enough."

shit's getting real

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

Look, when you just got a face full of purple bodily secretions you are NOT in the mood to get touched on the shoulder. Especially when you're Mondo Oowada in full-on rage mode. Imputed yakuza or no, there's no time for holding back or even thinking for a goddamn second about who's intruding on your fight.

"Back the fuck off!" he roars once he's pried himself away from Red's face, twisting around to blindly throw a punch at the newcomer to get him off his back. It collides with his abdomen. "This doesn't involve you!"

[flowerofmtsilver]

Vinnie caught a brief glimpse of purple blood dribbling from Red's mouth and his eyes widened - but the span of that brief moment of distraction was exactly enough for Mondo's fist to sucker punch him right in the gut. Fuck. Those muscles weren't for show, the guy hit just as hard as he looked like he would.

It wasn't quite high enough to wind him completely, he was thankful of that, but the force of the blow was compounded by sheer surprise. Vinnie took a step backwards, wheezing for a second.

"Like hell it doesn't!" he growled. With 'peaceful' decidedly out of the question now, Vinnie slammed a roundhouse kick into the side of Mondo's head. It wasn't the kind of attack that worked well in a practical fight - aiming a kick at the head had the risk of falling off-balance if you missed, and it choreographed itself quite a bit. But right now with Mondo on the ground and Vinnie having the advantage in reach, most likely the full impact of the blow would send him reeling.

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

As likelihood predicted, Mondo is flipped off his prey. Not being at full height, Vinnie's kick was much indeed more effective at striking. He's sent through the air a small ways, dragged across the ground and rolled to his back. Stunned but feeling the momentum of a fight coursing through his nerves, he sits up as quickly as possible, taking a quick moment to shake the stars out of his skull- as well as wipe his mouth and spit. His face is a gross mess.

Now he could get a clearer look at his assailant, albeit with skewed eyesight. It was that yakuza guy Kiyotaka pointed out earlier. Shock is evident by the way his eyeballs bloom into asymmetrical circles because he couldn't believe who he was getting involved with now. If Red getting clobbered was his business, then he was totally fucking with yakuza ties here. In his mind, anyone associated with Red was immediately branded an enemy, and an asshole if they were willing to defend him. But even if he were dealing with members of a familiar criminal organization and needed to at least acknowledge that he needed to watch his step a little more, he would never back down on his policies, and he would never let someone get away with something so heinous. Besides, this isn't the first time he'd brushed shoulders with the yakuza. His eyes narrow.

"This is personal! When bastards like him go around steppin' on people who matter to me, I teach 'em a lesson!" He begins to rise to his feet, raring to take on both of them at once if he had to. "So lay off... unless you wanna join him."

[flowerofmtsilver]

Vinnie opened his mouth to respond to Mondo's threat, but in doing so he took his eyes off Red. Even though he was closest to the trainer, the Venusaur had just assumed he'd stay put rather than fling himself straight back into the fray.

"Dammit! Red, stop...!" Vinnie lunged forward too, trying to catch him by the arm or shirt or something before he collided into Mondo - but he was too late by a hair.

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

Mondo was way too grounded to be taken down, and too ready for the tackle. He grabs Red by the arms that thrust out to take him and jabs his knee into his stomach.

"You're too stupid to know when to quit... Just so you know, I'll gladly keep goin' til' you're out cold."