Teenagers Scare the Living Shit Out Of Me etc. etc.

[dyingtohealyou]

[Characters passing by the bulletin board may notice a new message tacked to it!]

Drinking party at the bar at 8pm. Under 21 only. Adults will be persecuted to the fullest extent of the law. Fun and games included, party hats optional. Don’t be late!

[Sure enough, there’s a gathering of teens (and maybe some not-so-teens?) to be found in the bar! While the posting mentions this is a teen only event, adults are in fact allowed as long as they are cool. OOCLY please be aware there are going to be teens drinking alcohol and possibly smoking! Also additionally, please let the teens/players have fun; again, adults are allowed but only if they’re cool enough to play along without snitching them out!

All party game top levels are going to be made under Ahito’s account but please assume ICly that Akira instigated/explained them! Once the game toplevels are up you can also post your own toplevels to mingle freely if you like IDK IT’S A PARTY HAVE FUN]

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[mirristry]

[Phil is an absolutely fantastic shade of crimson as he approaches, cocktail glass held in one hand. It's a small miracle that he hasn't somehow managed to trip or otherwise spill it with how nervous he seems to be at the moment... huh.

Once he's close enough, he pauses, swallows hard, and then holds out said glass.]

H-here. For you.

[He was put up to this.]

[troublereduction]

[ Day's glass is probably close to empty when Phil approaches, and...he seems a little pleasantly surprised, actually? Phil doesn't strike him as a drinker, let alone someone who'd make a cocktail. He carefully sets down his empty glass on a counter to take the cocktail glass from Phil. ]

Thanks. What brought this on, though?

[mirristry]

[At that, he straightens up a little and looks almost proud of himself, the pink staining his cheeks receding somewhat. He is not a failure at bartending!

... at least, not until Day sips it, that is.]

Ithaqua dared me to make a cocktail for--

[Aaaaaaaand there goes the truth charm into effect. Don't mind Phil clapping a hand over his mouth to stop himself from finishing that sentence.]

[troublereduction]

[ Good, because he was about to sip until Phil opened his mouth and that got Day's attention instead. ]

To make a cocktail for...?

[mirristry]

........

[He's mumbling something unintelligible behind that hand because he has no choice but to say it when asked.]

[troublereduction]

I can't hear you, Phil.

[mirristry]

[PLEASE DON'T MAKE HIM SAY IT OUT LOUD]

[troublereduction]

[ Well, he's looking at Phil expectantly and in confusion??? ]

1/2

[mirristry]

[There is a long silence as Phil tries to decide whether or not it's safe to move his hand now. It's been several seconds since Day asked the question, and since he DID technically answer it (albeit behind his hand), he should be safe now, right? He'll just change the subject to something else and all will be well.

Lowering his hand...]

-- for the person I find most attractive here.

2/2

[mirristry]

[... BUSTED.]

1/???

[troublereduction]

[ Oh. So it's "Ithaqua dared me to make a cocktail for the person I find most attractive here." Makes sense. ]

[troublereduction]

[ Day looks down at the cocktail in his hand, about to sip on it, but then— ]

[troublereduction]

[ Wait. ]

[troublereduction]

[ Wait a damn minute. ]

[troublereduction]

[ "Ithaqua dared me to make a cocktail for the person I find most attractive here." and Phil just handed a cocktail to him, so that means...

Huh? Huh??? ]

Done

[troublereduction]

[ For people who have known Day for any notable length of time, what's happening right now probably seems unusual. Because even when he loses composure, or speaks about things some might find embarrassing, he's never had his face start flushing the way it is right now, turning red to the tips of his ears. There are maybe only two people in the entire manor who have seen him flustered, and even then it was never like this. ]

W-wait, so you mean...

[ Phil thinks he's the most attractive here? What??? ]

[mirristry]

I...

[How does he finish that sentence? Is there even an ending to that sentence that isn't just going to make everything even worse than it already is?

A part of him wants to say "I should go," but that didn't work the first time and he very much doubts that it will work this time either. And, in all honesty, that was what set the slow accumulation of feelings in motion like a snowball gradually growing in size as it rolls down a hill, inevitable and unable to stop itself.

Even if he tries to run away, it's going to catch up to him in the end.]

[troublereduction]

[ The awkward silence hanging between them is probably why Day decides that you know what, he's too sober for this (despite having taken at least a dozen shots or the equivalent thereof at this point). He drinks the cocktail Phil handed him. Not a sip so much as a gulp.

... ]

This is pretty decent.

[ At least it's not an awkward way of breaking the silence? ]

[mirristry]

... I'm sorry.

[It comes out in a rush, breathless and strained, his voice tight with emotion.]

I know you don't... f-for one thing, I'm too old, and...

[... and I'm not going to live for that much longer. That part he knows he doesn't have to say out loud, not to Day.]

... it's just an old man's selfishness. Please... just forget about this.

[He turns away, not wanting to let Day see the tears in his eyes yet again.]

[troublereduction]

[ Oh. Oh no this is going in a way Day wasn't hoping for. He thought it might break the awkward atmosphere, not this. He sets his drink aside because, in true Day fashion, he'd rather have his hands free for whatever he's going to do next.

Which is to say he's going to reach over and try making Phil look back at him. ]

Hey, Phil. Remember what I said 'bout how you'd only be second or third youngest after me where I work? [ Too old, his foot. ] I've got colleagues who're centuries old. 35's small potatoes next to that. And...

[ ...He knows what Phil didn't say out loud to him, and that he'd rather not let anyone else know. So all Day will say, somewhat obliquely, is: ]

I wouldn't still be here if I couldn't love things that will be lost one day. So if you're bein' selfish, I'm bein' selfish too.

[fellheart]

[ oh, he's pretty sure he took some unintentional collateral damage from one of the things day's saying in specific.

breaks another mana rock for his glass, takes a sip. ]

[jokey]

[From the peanut gallery, Akira mimes the wiping away of a single tear... Ah, old man romance. You love to see it.

Also, Akira's whisper-yelling:]

Atta knight. Get your priestess!

[mirristry]

[Silent, he lets Day turn him back around, though he keeps his gaze averted (surely Day's face will be as gentle as ever even as he turns Phil down and he can't bear to see that kindness right now) as he awaits what he thinks is the inevitable rejection.

... except the rejection never comes, and that's enough to get his head to snap up to stare straight at Day, still-teary eyes wide with shock.]

You... what?

[He can't have heard that right. He couldn't possibly have heard that right, because that would mean...]

[impacter]

[1) wow all the easts are really a mess huh. note to self: drag phil to emotional regulation magic practice

2) lol. lol. 35 as old. Lololololol oh honey.

Anyway get his ass Day!]

[leewards]

[Enjoying the chaos from a distance.

You're welcome!

]