assclass | ( reunion )

[[ yeah, if it weren't for all the murder and hijinks and sabotage, the stay in HQ would have been downright pleasant!

but, in any case, here's an aly! let's play hey hey! i'm going to make prompts for every one of those reunion scenarios!

a: picnic. guess who brought potato salad? it's aly! she seems a little perturbed, though. probably has to do with all the ants scurrying around the table she wanted to put her food on. what jerks.

b: party. it really doesn't matter how hard aly tries, she's just not super great at parties. watch her stare at her cup of mystery drink while she stands in the corner! conversation will probably make her stressed, but what wouldn't at this point?!

c: make your own! frankly, i don't know why i wrote this long of a comment! if you have a different idea, shoot that one at me! i can roll with the punches because i am no longer a terrible, terrible writer. ]]

[ AH YES the murder and sabotage... those were, uh, times. Anyway... wallflowers unite... Elliot just kinda hunches over and crams himself into this corner as well. ]

Hey... I figured you'd be somewhere like this.

[ And then he realizes well that was kind of... mean... wasn't it... ]

Ah, not that that's a bad thing. I mean, I prefer it over here too...

[[ she squeaks a little, snapping out of her staring contest with liquid only to look up at elliot and positively beam. ]] Elliot! You made it after all...

[[ frankly, she didn't even realize that could be taken negatively until he mentioned it. so attentive... she shakes her head, still smiling. ]] No, I know. I know that you didn't mean it b-badly, I mean! I'm-- I'm glad you're here. [[ because, let's be honest, being stuck at a party without one of the few people you can actually speak to without ending up a complete mess would kind of suck. thanks for being here, elliot! ]]

Yeah, just barely. I wasn't sure I could until the last minute, so I figured I shouldn't mention it beforehand, just in case, you know?

[ That would've been like dooming his attempt to failure. ]

... It's nice seeing you... uh. [ He's already at a bit of a loss here. ] You look like you're doing well.

[[ and so begins the awkward. ]]

I am! I'm doing v-very well. [[ she takes a moment to just drink a little bit. she would admit that there is a little bit of liquid courage in her cup. whatever, it's a party. but, at the very least, it's not enough to get her over the edge of 'tipsy'. unlike some, she actually has a 'tipsy' stage before 'blackout drunk'. ]]

Um, how have you been? We've b-been a little out of touch, huh... [[ what's the point of a skype or a messenger system or a cell phone if you don't use it? aly doesn't know. ]]

Ah, yeah, that's true. I'm not really that good at keeping in touch with people if it's not in person... like, texting and Facebook and stuff.

[ He probably goes on a liking spree every few weeks and then forgets about Facebook promptly. His cell phone... it's an alarm clock. ]

Anyway, I've been... alright. I mean, there was a lot of trouble earlier this year, but other than that, no complaints.

I'm glad to hear it. I mean-- Not the b-bad stuff! But, that you're doing alright now. That's good.

And, uh, it's fine. That stuff isn't exactly my strong suit, either. [[ she jiggles the cup in her hand a bit, nervously. the liquid swishes about. one might be able to tell that it is at least partially orange juice. ]] O-Obviously.

[[ ooc: i guess i should ask this: are they still ~~pathetically~~ dating? :^U i don't just wanna assume... granted this isn't too much different than how they normally talked in the game either?! i'm just confused?! i'm always confused... ]]

[ ooc: I HAVE NO IDEA let's just assume yes... cries... they'll be like decades into a relationship and still Awkward i guess ]

Ah, yeah. Same.

[ He doesn't know what... he's doing... ]

Well, at least, it's nice to see everybody else doing well. You know, it's nice to see that nobody's actually acted on the death threats and... all that.

[ Boarding PA and NJ is fun. Ssssoooo much fun. ]

[[ ooc: given the talks we've had about their hypothetical children and family, that sounds about right. ]]

Aah, right... Tensions really were high, back then. [[ her tone is a weird mix of nostalgic and absolutely frigid. she does not remember any of the literal murdering fondly, for good reason. ]] B-but, at least people got their level-headedness back when they went home... I guess. Not that I would exactly know... [[ she doesn't talk to her own boyfriend often, she certainly doesn't talk to many of the other states. there are some exceptions. ]]

I'm assuming the Easterners are just as, uhm, lively, though?

They sure are, it keeps me on my toes. [ But he's smiling fondly, so he clearly doesn't mind too much. ] You should come visit sometime, if you're free, I'm sure they'd like to see you.

Well, I mean, I'd also like to see you too...

[ Elliot, constantly, to himself: what am i doing i have no idea what is life ]

I've... been meaning to. Visit you, that is. [[ she pauses for a second, before reddening slightly. ]] Er-- Not to say I would just invite myself! I have b-better manners than that!

But, it-- It sounds fun. I would really like that. [[ her smile really isn't faltering. ]]

[[ or, well, it wasn't faltering. of course, when someone ever so rudely stomps past her and bumps an arm into her ~~(let's be real: it was probably burch)~~, her face turns somewhat surprised.

and when she literally spills her entire drink as a result of said bump, which is flying right towards elliot's shirt, she looks horrified. you know that spiel about time stopping when really bad shit happens? to aly, this is really bad shit, and she's just watching the fruitiest cocktail fall right on elliot's nice (albeit probably wrinkled) shirt.

why can't things just go well for her? ]]

[ It's okay, Aly. Elliot has a phrase for this kind of incident. He calls it "basically every single time I go out drinking, more or less". ]

Oh.

[ His voice is tinged with the existential disappointment who has resigned himself to the fact that he shouldn't even be within a few feet of alcohol. It hates him... ]

Oh, uh... don't worry about it, Aly. I'll just, uh... go dry off a little, it'll be fine.

[[ now that reality is playing at the right speed, the decibels of aly's internal screaming are off the chart. she flounders a little bit, looking up at elliot with the face of a kicked puppy (even though she's not the one drenched with baby booze). ]]

I-- I'm really sorry! I r-really didn't mean to do that, I--! [[ she shoots a glare over elliot's shoulder, most likely at the back of whoever just caused this trainwreck. ]] L-Let's find you some, uh, some napkins! T-That won't get the stain out, though. Jesus, I'm so s-sorry!

[ Elliot just sort of. Witnesses the flailing for a few moments, and then thinks to himself oh wow I should do something, or react, or yeah before reaching out and putting his hand on her shoulder. ]

I'll just rinse it in the bathroom and then hope the blow drier works well enough. Really, don't worry about it.

[ At this point, he's more concerned about Aly than his wrinkly shirt... ]

Or that works. That works, too.

[[ she inhales deep, trying to shake off her rattly nerves. she still looks upset, though, so apparently she's not doing a super great job. ]] This is ridiculous. Figures that I would do something like this. Where is the b-bathroom, anyway? Do you know?

[[ at the rate this night is going for her, she might need to retreat there herself to give herself the silent self-lashing of a lifetime. yay, being social! ]]

Yeah, it's just over there — [ He gestures. Unisex bathrooms, how progressive! ]

... And really, don't worry about it. It's fine, I'm used to it. [ He smiles briefly, if ruefully. ] Stuff happens. And it's not your fault, anyway.

Oh, yeah? [[ she sighs a little bit. ]] Used to it? No wonder you don't go to parties often, then.

[[ she isn't exactly smiling at that small pseudo joke, but she's not freaking out anymore, either. compromise. ]] I'll, uh, wait by the door. Or something. [[ any excuse to move farther away from the crowd is good enough for her, right now. ]]

Well, you know, this and that happen sometimes...

[ And it's true, this is why he is not particularly the life of the party. He starts walking towards the bathroom, pausing for a moment at the door. ]

And really, don't worry about it in the least.

[ When he's in the bathroom, he really earnestly scrubs at it the best as he can given his resources at hand (a sink, handsoap, a hand blowdrier...), mostly because he's pretty sure that if it mostly comes out, she'll feel better. Alas, there is only so much he can do, but he re-emerges when he thinks it looks alright... for the most part... ]

G-Got it.

[[ right he is on that. she spends most of her time by the bathroom mulling about what a jerk she'd feel like if the shirt came out stained. but when elliot comes out looking (mostly) alright with the situation, she feels her shoulders get a little lighter. ]]

A-At least it wasn't tomato juice. Lucky for you, I don't really like bloody marys, hehe. [[ check out that WICKED sense of humor. all in all, she looks pretty sheepish, despite her attempts at cracking wise. ]]

[ It's more seeing Aly looking less down than her joke that has him smiling, but hey! He's smiling. ]

Right? It could always have been worse. I even knew what was spilled on me, sometimes it's just... mystery liquid.

[ Ah the beauty of mysterious alcoholic concoctions. Jungle juice is terrifying... for many reasons... .... ]

Anyway, do you want to get a replacement drink? [ He gestures to over where they're serving them. He can always just get... juice or water or something. Like a responsible adult who doesn't want to black out. ]

Ah, unless you want something, I'm fine. I'd hate to spill another drink. [[ because lord knows that is totally a possibility. ]] Thank you for asking, though.

[[ that brings up the question of what to do instead... parties are hard. other than drunk and canoodling (which neither of them will be doing in the foreseeable future), the other major options are small talk and... ]] Do you want to take a picture?

[[ bam! smartphone! even though she rarely uses it to actually keep in touch with people, she picked up a small hobby for using the camera feature. ask to see her extensive collection of landscape photos! ]]

Oh, a picture? Sure, I'd love to... should I take it for us?

[ He figures, his arms are longer, so it makes for a better selfie angle... well, okay, he doesn't really know that much about how selfies work, he's taken like maybe three. Except that once, he was told that they're more flattering when taken from a high angle. ]

Now that I think about it, we don't really have a lot of photos together... I guess we're both kind of camera shy.

[[ she grins, offering the phone to him. it's an iphone in one of those cute clunky dog character cases, who woulda thunk? ]]

I guess not... We don't see each other that often anymore... Oh! I do have that scrapbook you gave me for Christmas, though. [[ she looks thoughtful for a moment. ]] I didn't think things from HQ would come home with us, but... it did. I'm glad for it!

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[ Cute... it definitely fits her, he thinks. He leans in, slinging an arm around her shoulder as he attempts to find a good selfie angle. It might... take a while... ]

Well, I'm glad for that much. There are a lot of memories in it, huh...?

[ And he did work pretty hard on it! ]

Okay, from three, then. Three, two, one...

[ He presses the shutter button a few times, just in case. At least one of these must be a winner!! And then he passes it back for Aly to inspect the pictures. ]

[[Well, there wasn't much Niko could say on behalf of murders, per se, but hijinks and sabotage were comfortably up his alley! Right up there with skulking around parties. He spots Aly almost immediately, sidles up beside her like he's been there the whole time, happily sipping on his own mystery drink.]]

Hey there, princess!

[[ ~~the addition of the per se makes everyone suspicious~~ oh lord, there he is. the troll to end all trolls, king of the troll world. aly blinks a few times before becoming even more sheepish at the use of that nickname.

in her defense, she doesn't hear it that often. ]] Hi, N-Niko... Er-- [[ she seems almost hesitant in using that nickname. but, too late, she's already rolling with it. and if he's going to unabashedly call her princess still, she supposed a pet name is only fitting to throw back at him. ]] I'm glad you made it, uh. How are you?

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