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Ryuuji took a final glance at the portal. It led straight into the bar that had been hired for the afternoon, and the transportation circle glowed a bright, clear blue at about waist-height for an average man.

The bar itself was a decent-sized one, cozy enough the small group wouldn't feel lost but big enough to allow the rotund Professor Homsar to manuver easily. The barkeeper had been dismissed for the afternoon and ECR was already stockpiled on the tables, along with snacks for the hungry men.

Just in case Professor Homsar couldn't make it, Ryuuji had also hired strippers of both genders to show up and wait behind the stage, discreely out of view of the partyers. He'd also provided them with animal (aardavark, bunny, frog, crocodile and barnacle) costumes, just in case. Finding a barnacle costume had been rather difficult, so Ryuuji had simply had one custom-designed in the end.

In other words, the party was ready to go, and all it needed was the man of the night to start off.

Simon could take care of sheparding the attendents to the party; Ryuuji had come to pick up Stephen.

Date: 2007-01-19 02:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] estebanmd.livejournal.com
Stephen knew there was going to be something termed a bachelor party, and that this was a traditional thing. Beyond that, he had not the slightest idea what was in store, and was blithely writing some speculations about the possibility of evil clowns being monotremes when Ryuuji arrived at his office. "Time already, then?" He got up from his desk and retrieved his coat, much less hideous than other coats he had been known to wear, but nothing particularly fashionable either.

Date: 2007-01-19 02:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] estebanmd.livejournal.com
"Lead on," said Stephen cheerily. The portal itself was not as disconcerting as Stephen had expected. Not much different than Apparation, really, which Stephen had finally learned by auditing the Robot Devil's most recent class (not recent at all). Nor did the bar look in any way objectionable.

Yet.

Date: 2007-01-19 02:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ugly-imp.livejournal.com
Tyrion was unfamilliar with this particular custom, and so wasn't sure if he ought to bring something. He eventually decided it was fine that he hadn't, and walked through the portal, which was right about at his eye level.

Looking around the hired bar, he found a place to sit and ordered himself a drink.

Date: 2007-01-19 04:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] estebanmd.livejournal.com
"Mr Lannister," Stephen hailed the dwarf. "Well met! I am very glad you could make it. I confess I have not the faintest clue what a bachelor party is, and for that matter I am not actually a bachelor but a widower, as I have been married once before and the lady is now deceased, God rest her soul. And look, Professor Homsar is also in attendance."

Date: 2007-01-19 04:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ugly-imp.livejournal.com
Tyrion grinned and raised his glass in a salute. "Congratulations anyway," he said. "I think it's an interesting custom nonetheless." He glanced over at Homsar, frowning slightly. "Oh. *That's* Professor Homsar. People speak often of him, but I hadn't yet made his acquaintance."

Date: 2007-01-19 04:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] homsarhomsar.livejournal.com
Homsar had arrived a bit early for his gig, but it was no fun waiting behind the stage with the other strippers. Homsar was a man(?) of the masses, and so he had no need to hide behind a curtain!

As such, he calmly blibbled out into the bar area. There were a couple of stray Jenga blocks tucked into his bowler hat, as he had been practicing his routine prior to coming to the bar.

He stood there patiently, his huge, yawning mouth gaping wide open, ready to give anyone who came by his credentials (raised by a cup of coffee, pride of the peaches, captain of the gravy train, etc.).

Date: 2007-01-19 04:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] robinthepuck.livejournal.com
Ah, a bachelor's party. Revelry with a tradition that stretched back to when men first discovered the fun of women taking off clothes, and women first discovered that they could pick up money with more than their hands. And for that delicious doctor fellow, too. Such an occasion was more than enough to poke Robin out of his emo slight funk, have him dress himself well, and, hands in his pockets, eyes avidly studying the assembled group, wander into the given room.

Oh, and a bar! Perfect. Breasts and booze - two of his three favorite Bs! And the guests provided plenty of the third. It really was going to be a nice evening.

Date: 2007-01-19 05:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ugly-imp.livejournal.com
Tyrion happened to notice Robin when he arrived, and frowned, trying to place where he'd seen that face before. Not coming up with the memory of his conversation with Sansa in Robin's body during the body swap right away, thanks to the excellent booze, he hobbled over to the man.

"Excuse me, but... You look familliar. Have we met? I'm Tyrion Lannister."

Date: 2007-01-19 05:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] robinthepuck.livejournal.com
Robin looked...down, a polite grin on his face. "I have met a lot of people, I'm afraid. Your name doesn't ring a bell." Holding out his hand, completely nonplussed by Tyrion's height, Robin sketched a slight bow. "Robin Goodfellow, at your service."

After all, not like he'd never been with a dwarf before. Some of the best sex of his life, actually, and that was saying quite a bit. Hmm...that one time in Dover... A blissful expression crossed his face. They were...just the right height...

Date: 2007-01-19 06:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dinosaurman.livejournal.com
Grant hadn't been to a bachelor party in years, and from the invitation, it seemed that this one was going to be making up for lost time. He noticed the large quantity of Jello shots on the bar, and decided to get a drink. If the invite was any clue, he was going to need several one.

Date: 2007-01-20 03:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] estebanmd.livejournal.com
"Dr Grant," Stephen hailed his colleague. "How goes it? Since Professor Homsar is in attendance we likely need not fear evil clowns, but Evil Clown Repellant never goes amiss."

Date: 2007-01-20 11:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dinosaurman.livejournal.com
Clearly, Stephen had gotten the jump on him in the drinking department. Evil Clown Repellent? "I think Professor Homsar will keep anything evil at bay, not just clowns. Chalk it up to his charming personality."

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