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smash_logs2012-06-06 07:02 pm
gunplay) wrote in smash_logs2012-06-06 07:02 pm
HAPPY MEOWDAY MEOW MEOW
Who: Ocelot, and anyone! COME ON IN.
What: IT'S OCELOT'S BIRTHDAY MEOW MEOW MEOW
When: June 6th, evening
Where: room TD-19
Warnings: so far, booze
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HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY, MAJOR!
A big colorful banner hung over the open doorway of TD-19, shining those words. And, as if that alone weren't obviously "party time" enough, there was a thumping of music (taken from brawl CD drops) and the sugary warm smell of cakes wafting out into the halls. Inside, Ocelot's unit of identical soldiers were busily maintaining their little hero-worshiping party, some wearing aprons as they brought out a cake, a few wearing party hats over their berets, and a couple laying gifts out onto a table. The rest were hanging around a table laden with alcoholic drinks, though there was never any glimpse of any one of them lifting their balaclavas to take a sip.
The birthday boy himself was arrogantly enjoying the well-trained attention. Self-esteem was rarely a problem when he had his cheerleaders around, but now their adoration of him was going even more over the top. He spun a shotglass between his fingers and held it out for one of them to fill, then knocked it back while another one cheered. One looking in might have assumed he was drinking because it was his 21st year, but... well, he's from Russia.
What: IT'S OCELOT'S BIRTHDAY MEOW MEOW MEOW
When: June 6th, evening
Where: room TD-19
Warnings: so far, booze
((pic source))
HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY, MAJOR!
A big colorful banner hung over the open doorway of TD-19, shining those words. And, as if that alone weren't obviously "party time" enough, there was a thumping of music (taken from brawl CD drops) and the sugary warm smell of cakes wafting out into the halls. Inside, Ocelot's unit of identical soldiers were busily maintaining their little hero-worshiping party, some wearing aprons as they brought out a cake, a few wearing party hats over their berets, and a couple laying gifts out onto a table. The rest were hanging around a table laden with alcoholic drinks, though there was never any glimpse of any one of them lifting their balaclavas to take a sip.
The birthday boy himself was arrogantly enjoying the well-trained attention. Self-esteem was rarely a problem when he had his cheerleaders around, but now their adoration of him was going even more over the top. He spun a shotglass between his fingers and held it out for one of them to fill, then knocked it back while another one cheered. One looking in might have assumed he was drinking because it was his 21st year, but... well, he's from Russia.
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"Fond" of course was a very loose term for the blonde teen but, hey! He even went out of his way to bring his favorite teacher a present! A shoe-sized parcel was in his freckled hands, wrapped in (surprise) cute little cat-themed
wrapping paper... wait that'swrapping paper.Christmas
Oh, and these appeared to be plenty of alcohol. Good. Hopefully nothing cheap.
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"About time you stopped by, Warren," he remarked, only half paying attention to the pokemon-man now that he had a mysterious gift to open.
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"Better late than never." He purred, completely confident the teacher would like his gift. The blonde had duly noted those
infatuatingjingling cowboy spurs on his boots, and his enthusiasm for Flint during the auctions. It didn't take much more than some poking around in antique shops to find a suitable gift:custom spurscustom spurs."I just couldn't find any with cats on them, try as I might! I thought the snakes were very nice, though. Don't you agree?"
He however, had no idea just how much he might agree.