AND IF THEY DON'T DANCE WELL THEY'RE NO FRIENDS OF MINE

[notahobby]

Who: Maxxie Oliver, Chris Miles, YOU, YOU, & YOU! ANYONE who could have potentially heard about this party or just happens to be passing by, the doors are wide open!
Where: Chris & Maxxie's house
When: After the ROBOT FIGHT, night-time
What: IT'S A GODDAMN PARTY
Warnings: Intoxicated people and a lot of the things that come along with that

[SO HEY GUYS, WE SURVIVED ANOTHER DISASTER.]

[Chris and Maxxie are using the end of the robot fight as an excuse to throw another party. If you've ever attended one of their parties before, you know the drill. The two bedroom house is filled with people, some of them friends, some of them friends of friends, and some of them just attracted by the lights and the sounds. There's music (Chris probably picked it so it's an interesting collection of songs) there's a lot of alcohol and - if you're into something a little less legal than that - there are dealers floating around. There is also food if you're into that kind of thing, but it's pretty limited to "pringles and M&M's," since that's all that was on the grocery list that morning.]

[This is party style so tag in and tag each other! Maxxie and Chris will be around to tag in and if you want either of them specifically just mention it in the comment or comment-title!]

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[neonmonstrosity]

[THERE IS A TIGER IN HIS LIVING ROOM.]

[Except it doesn't seem to be eating people or wrecking shop, so that's, y'know. Not how his understanding of tigers goes at all. Chris wanders over and stares at it for a little while. And then he gets down on his knees so as to address the tiger properly.]

Are you a, uh. A person? Or are you an actual fuckin' tiger?

[purrsuit]

[Chris. Chris how have you been on the Trailblazers and not seen Nessa wander around as a big cat. I mean, come on she's been there the longest.

She raises an eyebrow at him quizzically, before deciding that since he doesn't know her, she's going to remain as a tiger. Just to mess with him.

She flicks her tail and watches him with wide eyes, the way a cat would when toying with a half dead mouse.]

[neonmonstrosity]

[Look, okay. He's drunk and there is a tiger in his living room. How is he supposed to tell that that tiger is a teammate and not an actual tiger? Were he not completely off his face, well a lot of things that aren't going to happen might happen. Like recognising Nessa or sensibly reading this as a dangerous situation that he should extract himself from with great haste.

Instead he's going to attempt to reason with the tiger. How Chris isn't dead is mystery.]

But you've got such a pretty fuckin' bow. [He starts to gesture towards it and then immediately pulls his hand back to his chest.] Be a shame to get all my blood and shit on it, yeah?

[purrsuit]

[She cranes her neck to look back at the bow she'd tied around it, and considers his argument for a moment. The tiger then shrugs, and turns her attention back to Chris, pointedly licking her muzzle. And then she takes a few steps toward him, just to see what he decides to do.]

[neonmonstrosity]

[He tries to back up in response, but kinda forgets that he's on his knees and so what happens is he falls on his ass instead. This is, as far as Chris is concerned, Too Far.]

Alright, this is fucking ridiculous. [PUFFING UP LIKE A TINY, THREATENED BIRD] If you're not gonna-- you know, fuckin' behave or anything, then you should leave. Alright?

[purrsuit]

[She uses the fact that he's startled to her advantage, and steps right over him, effectively pinning him to where he is. He face will fill his vision, and she leans forward, almost so their noses are touching, as she opens her mouth to let a small growl rumble throughout her chest. Her eyes are wide and she licks her lips before lifting her paw and bringing it down toward his head.

Of course, before her claws even make contact with his scalp, she's shifted back to herself, and reaches forward to ruffle his hair, a wide grin on her face. She's so pleased with herself.

[neonmonstrosity]

[OH GOD OH MAN HE'S GONNA DIE THIS IS THE WORST THIS IS--

Fine?

He apparently closed his eyes at the prospect of being mauled to death by a tiger, because he has to open them to figure out why that hasn't happened. Looking at Nessa, his expression cycles through a few emotions - confusion, offence, etc. - but he decides to accept that this is hilarious and makes himself more comfortable on the floor.]

Fucking hell. You had me bricking it for a minute there.

[purrsuit]

[She's practically in his lap, so when he leans back onto the floor fully, she can't help but topple forward onto him, laughing.]

I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself!

[neonmonstrosity]

Fuckin-- Do you do this to everyone?

[He is trying to sound Outraged, but the grin on his face probably isn't helping in that regard.]

[purrsuit]

[It's really not, Chris.]

Just the ones who should recognise me, but don't.