guys, guys! no, shut the hell up, guys,

[Ivan Philips]

tk, nicky, ivan, closed || outfit


Okay, so maybe having your best guy friend and the girl you liked in the same place—especially when they pretty much hated each other—wasn't too hot of an idea. He didn’t see why, but at the same time, he completely did. Nicky was most definitely his best friend, and he was pretty much Nicky’s only friend. And now, he had a… well, she wasn’t exactly a girlfriend. Yet. Nothing was official. Whatever. Nicky was jealous, he suspected. Not because he actually had a chance of getting a girlfriend, but because… well, because TK was sort of taking Ivan away lately. But please, like he cared?

Times changed. And girl or no girl, Nicky would have to get the fuck over it sooner or later. I mean, we’ve all gotta grow up sometimes.

But Ivan just knew that if it weren’t for the circumstances, they’d have gotten along. Both of them seemed to like comic books waayy too much, and they both had their quirks. TK ate crayons, and Nicky pulled cookies out of his ass. Voila! Insta-friendship! Only, that would never happen in reality. Good thing Ivan knew the trick to defying reality, huh?
ALCOHOL.

So, he’d dragged a bag of booze to Downworlders, told Nicky and TK to meet him there at 7:30, and preceded with drinking himself silly. It was eight thirty now, and he was well thrashed. Hell, they all were. Things hadn’t started so great, but both of them had loosened up some. He just hope that they’d remember the fact that they were actually having fun with one another.

Ivan rubbed his nose, shivering some in the cold. He quickly realized that he had a half drunk (drank?) bottle of whiskey in his hand and took a swig to warm himself up, giving the bottle a big kiss. Eyes glazed over, he looked up to the Ferris wheel they were under, getting dizzy just from doing so. Quickly, he lurched forward as his stomach churned—then, it was replaced by a fit of giggles. Oh great, that part was coming. He was getting over the whole ‘fuck, I’m drunk’ phase and going into the, ‘fuck! I’m drunk!’ phase. Oh good, this’d be fun.

“Guys, guysss…” He reached over and tugged TK’s sleeve, nudging Nicky with a foot. What the hell were they doing, anyways? Whatever. “Teeee-kaaaaaay,” he dropped his voice down to a rather giggly whisper (for no real reason), continuing to tug at her sleeve. “I’m bored.”

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[T.K. Sanders]

So here’s the deal, plain and simple, the only way it really was at the moment. She was here in the most peculiar situation with someone she didn’t really care for and someone she starting to care for a lot. Hmm, so those were the conditions she had to weigh. She could either hang out with Ivan and have some fun or she could sit in her room and wish Nicky wasn’t around. It was a pretty easy choice. Besides, Nicky wasn’t that bad really apart from the fact that he seemed to drunk eighty five percent of the time and a little more than annoying. And maybe she was a jealous too. Of how close he was with Ivan. But hey, the kid had his moments. And he was Ivan’s best friend so there wasn’t much she could do. If some guy wanted her to completely give up her friends for him she’d say no right away. Good thing Ivan was a sweetheart, even when he acted tough.

Really, she kept reminding herself. He’s not that bad. He likes Comic books! Only cool people like comic books. She had definitely caught a good share of comic book references from him and perhaps that was why it was a little easier to tolerate him. And he was nice too, when he wanted to be. Its not like she wasn’t weird anyway. Ask anyone, and they would vouch for her strangeness.

She was going to have to pray Kasen didn’t mind her getting drunk with two guys, because she hadn’t even told him where she was going. Real brother or not, she was close enough with him that she usually let him know what she was doing and who she was doing it with. It was now an hour into their lovely little party, Downworlders being the scene, and she couldn’t deny she was starting to have fun and was more then a little wasted.

A giggle escape TK‘s lip; her back to the blanket she had brought, her eyes set on sky, heavily concentrating on the tiny dot like stars. She was actually trying to count them and she kept losing count after four each time. “Whaaat?” TK mumbled back, a pout on her lips. This time she lost count at two. “You messed me up,” She whined and tugged back on Ivan’s sleeve before throwing arm around him and kissing his cheek. “Mwah.” She smiled cheesily. “Me tooo. I wanna ride the Ferris wheel.”

[Nicky James]

The night being cold, Nicky had dressed completely inappropriately. His thin shirt was easily penetrated by the unforgiving temperature of they're surroundings. Nicky leaned back forgetting there was no support behind him. His head felt the switch of sensations. The light headed emptiness was replaced by a sharp pain as he lays looking into the sky. Oddly enough, he wasn't able to hold his liquor this time. Cursing himself and everything else in existence for only a few moments he pulled himself to a sitting position. Unfortunately for everyone accompanying him that was just enough to make him delusional. Staring at the Ferris wheel, it got him thinking.

"Do you think that the Incredible Hulk could lift that Ferris wheel?" Nicky asked no one in particular with little emotion or expression. An answer was unnecessary as he was already lost in thought about the matter. Another question arose, was he as strong as The Hulk? What about Spider-man? Living with his own powers all of his life he never once thought of comparing himself to the caped crusaders who dazzled him in his youth, well really,through all of his life.

Moments seemed like hours as he pawed around for more to drink. When drunk he had to continue medicating himself with his poison or he'd slowly get...well lets just say he'd get cranky... Flashing his vision to T.K. he couldn't help but smile. She sure did make Ivan happy, of course it did subtract from Nicky's fun, as well as his time with his best-est buddy in the whole wide world. Luckily Alcohol has some a form of soothing action that Nicky simply cant get enough of. Grabbing hold of the bottle firmly he took a very unnecessary chug.

[Ivan Philips]

Leave it to Nicky to bring up the Incredible (but not so edible) Hulk. Or leave it to TK. Either way, it was inevitable, especially with alcohol involved. That’s just what it did. Ivan gave Nicky a dull stare, idly sipping at his bottle. Well, that sure had been interesting. “Why the fuck would I care?” Honestly, he didn’t. Unless there was plenty good reason for it, like the Hulk planned on throwing it at someone that really, really deserved it. Then it’d be hilarious. “Unless he’s like, throwing it at someone stupid.” Another sip. “Like Superman.” Because, as he put it, Superman was gay.

Curiously, he looked between the two of them, forgetting why exactly he was so nervous about forcing them together. Really, what damage could TK do? As far as he knew, TK really couldn’t do too much damage to anyone. It wasn’t like her powers were all that threatening. Ooh, you’re gonna throw shapes at me? :0 Gasp. And Nicky would never hit a girl—especially not TK when Ivan around. He was a jackass with no attention span what-so-ever, but he wasn’t usually that brutal. Usually. He’d often decide to hit Ivan in the head for the hell of it. Which reminded him—he still owed Nicky from earlier.

So, leaning over, he gave Nicky a rather hard thunk in the head, waiting to see if the elves cookies could cure that headache. With a submissively bowed head, he leaned up against TK, nuzzling his head to hers. “I don’ wanna ride the Ferris wheel. It’s oldn’n’ shit and it’ll break and we’ll fall and die and it’ll go bbbbrrrggggfftaaaaahh.” In case you couldn’t tell, that was the sound of a Ferris wheel collapsing with three teenagers in it.

[T.K. Sanders]

Now there was a good reason--and the only reason why TK might ever like Nicky. Because it was evident that they boy had good taste in Comic books and that my friends was amazing, so he automatically got brownie points for that. I mean, hello. How many girls do you who love comic books and random quote or refer to them? Exactly, so for her to be able to have that in common with someone made her happy. TK leaned back to look at Nicky behind Ivan and smiled excitedly. “I’ll be he could probably smush into itty bitty pieces!” Okay, so Ivan was obviously not into comics the way they were but he was…cute? So it was okay. “Hmmmm.” TK tapped her chin over dramatically. “I’d much rather he threw it Catwoman. She’s just stupid.”

TK crinkles her nose that cute way (Can you even be cute when you’re drunk?) and hummed the one song you would always catch her humming-even when she was piss drunk. Beethoven of course because what else tasted like chocolate? She was trying to remember why she didn’t like Nicky but she couldn’t remember at the moment plus every time she tried to think she got this image of like, Spiderman and the hulk kicking ass and fighting villains. She giggled to herself, “Get him in the head!” She mumbled to herself.

“Butbutbut…” She whined, nuzzling her head back like a cat and pouting. “Just look at it!” She spread her arms wide as if to measure it and pointed. “We soo wouldn’t die and go dddddrrrrhhhhfffftttaaahhh. We go all ‘Weeeeee spinney spinney!’” She stood up and twirled in a stumbled circle and almost fell. A series of asinine giggle erupted from her as she tried to balance herself.