smash_logs | HAPPY NEW YEAR

Who: Anyone of legal drinking age or with a good fake ID
What: A BAR LOG: NEW YEAR'S EDITION
When: New Year's Eve
Where: The Birdcage
Warnings: I think there may be alcohol references in this bar log. Also probably sloppy makeouts come midnight.

The Birdcage may have taken a hit during the destructive riots in the city over the summer, but like a majestic phoenix, it had risen from the ashes and looked better than ever with its renovations - just in time for one of the biggest nights of the year. The lights shone brighter and more colourful than ever, the bar was stocked with fresh new liquors from around the globe (and beyond), the music rang loud and clear through new speakers, the stage was more elaborate and featured all kinds of drag and burlesque troupes...

It was simply fabulous.

And on this New Year's Eve, it was packed from wall to wall with those reveling in the joy of having their favourite bar back and eager to see what the next year has in store. The patrons were brought together from all walks of life, all timelines and universes and races and lifestyles, to celebrate together and bask in the warm buzz of a good drink.

Some of them were here from Smash Academy. Why? Maybe they planned in advance. Maybe it was spur of the moment in an attempt to not spend New Year's miserable and alone while sober. Maybe it had to do with that brochure for the grand reopening that kept appearing on the bulletin board outside the cafeteria no matter how many times a certain hall monitor and other concerned folk took it down.

THE POINT IS. It's a drinking log. Go nuts.

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"Hmm?" The inquiry stretched out into a continuous, happy hum as he leaned over towards the angel's inquisitive expression.

"Super serious," Bulba said as he tutted his finger, incidentally bopping Pit on the nose with it as he did so. "We are definitely for actually dating."

Pit's eyes grazed the lively scenery for Vinnie, mostly out of impulse to glimpse the other half of the couple and finalize this mental impression that yes, these people he knew were together in a different way than he was used to. It wasn't very easy when his vision was swirling and hazed in some spots. It was almost like the room was bubbling.

"I can't find him," he slurred in disappointment, then gave up. "But wow, congraylations! Is he a good catch?"

The Venusaur's eyes lit up, almost as if he had been waiting for this question the whole time. Which, well.. he might have been, a little bit. Any opportunity to say nice things about the other saur was clearly a wonderful opportunity.

"Oh! Yeah!! He's the bessstttt," the shiny saur drawled slightly, his smile going all dopey with warm intentions. "His hugs. Are superb. Best hugs. Hands down."

Down went Bulba's hands on the counter. Those hands were so down.

"They smell really good."

This was important.

"As good as YOUR hugs smell?" asked the angel, propping his elbow on the table and staring back at Bulba dreamily. "Hugs are important in a relashunship." Not that he had any experience. But this was pure unadulterated common sense!

Yeah, geez, anyone knew that!! "Oh yeah. Definitely. Super important." Bulba nodded very sagely. The angel knew what he was talking about.

"But... hmm. Nahhh. They're like... Vinnie's smell way better. Though I guess I'm just used to how I smell??? I don't really smell me, you know?" Did you ever really smell yourself, Pit.

Sometimes. Like when someone tells him he smells. He has to check just to make sure.

"Maybe I should go smell Vinnie just to compare!"

Bulba nodded, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Yes, yes. You don't want to reach a conclusion without checking all the elements."

"Then what am I waiting for?" drawled Pit as he detached his arm from the counter and wobbled precariously. "I've gotta find Vinnie!" He let his eyes swim around the room for the other Venusaur. It was a far more difficult task than if he had been completely sober made worse by the flashy lights. Maybe, then, he just got lucky when he stumbled off in Vinnie's direction across the room.

"Vinnie, Vinnie, stay still for a sec!" he insisted. ...He was probably already doing that.

Vinnie, who was totally red in the face and nursing the last dregs of some fruity tropical drink, turned in the direction of his name.

"Huh? You're..." uh, what was his name again? The Venusaur had to stop and think for a sec - that totally counted as staying still, yeah?

Pit didn't even reply and went straight to burying his nose into Vinnie's shirt.

...? Were they trading scents now?

Without skipping a beat, Vinnie shoved his face into Pit's hair as well, nuzzling him and getting his nice smell aaaall over.

Oh, affection! Okay! Pit wrapped his arms around Vinnie's torso and just sort of clung there breathing deeply into his shirt and laughing. His attention span had short-fused.

He smelled super good. He smelled crazy super good.

It took quite a discerning nose to pick the two Venusaurs' scents apart - on the surface they were practically the same. But this Saur definitely smelled stronger, at least by virtue of having all his petals intact.

Pit was taking his sweet time with his face buried in Vinnie's chest. (What was he laughing about?) After a moment's pause, the Saur asked, "You must really like my shirt. Can I move yet?"

"Nnnnot yet," came a more familiar voice as Bulba invited himself to this smelly hug party. He hadn't been that far behind Pit after the angel had run off. The blonde rubbed his face against Pit's hair, gently bumping against Vinnie's head.

Wow what a smelly hug.

"Hi."

"Noooo, now the smells are mixing up!" protested Pit as he unlatched himself from Vinnie's clothes and shifted around between them. The space was closing in! There was so much Venusaur dude in one place. "I'll never know whose is better!"

Oh, is that what was going on? A smell contest? "Well, that's easy," he said matter-of-factly. "Bulba smells the best. But only if I doooo this--"

Despite being trapped in a perilous double hug, Vinnie leaned in and kissed the younger Venusaur on the ear.

Whatever protest Bulba had been about to say on the other Venusaur's behalf very quickly fled the scene as Vinnie unearthed Bulba's weak spot. Too tipsy to feel embarrassed by the ticklish shiver that jostled him, Bulba merely giggled into the soft tufts of Pit's hair.

The kiss had done its job- the shiny saur's scent had bloomed more pronouncedly, sweetened by the affections he felt for the other.

"Cheater," he said, sounding very happy for it. "His is actually the best, don't listen to him."

It was beginning to feel like he was getting swamped inside of a muggy and fragrant jungle where there was also a lot of PDA going on. Even though it was weirdly comfortable, Pit felt at a loss of what was going on anymore. "Whoa, it's. Getting kind of steamy in here," remarked Pit with a forced grin that read 'I am Pit and what is this'. Also, his breath was being squeezed right out of him. What should he do with his arms. Okay, they're going around Vinnie.

HAPPY NEW YEAR

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HOLY HELL I AM LATE I'M SO SORRY

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