OOC: Speech in <diagonal brackets> is Micronese. Holi is trying very hard not to look like he's about to die of embarrassment. But he'd swear he is one more cooing sentence away from just keeling over. He levers himself up and tries to worm his way out from beneath Clipper, giving her a critical and incredulous stare. This is completely unlike her.
And then she asks for her mug.
"<Clipper,>" he hisses under his breath, astonished, "<you're drunk!>" His girlfriend – his cute, bright, lovely girlfriend – is drunk at a party. At a public party. Flirting. With other guys. While drunk. "<I don't think you need any more,>" he adds firmly. He's trying to be a good boyfriend, really he is.
ooc: taking a page from Holi; speech in <diagonal brackets> is in Micronese.
Cue one wide-opticked look of shocked outrage. "<I am not! How could you say such a thing!? I'm just happy! It is called Having. Fun.>"
"<Or do you not know how to do that anymore, Rescue Patrol Captain? Harumph. The nerve. Calling me drunk. I can't be drunk! I only had one mug!>"
If Holi hasn't managed to pry himself loose by now, she gladly helps him to do so by shoving him forcefully away and then crossing her arms over her chest, head dropping forward to stare at him a little balefully from under her brow. That lower lip begins to jut out just a little.
"<You just don't want me to have any fun. That's what it is,>" she grumbles as her shoulders begin to droop, and that lip sticks out even more. It begins to tremble, and her optics begin to waver (melo)dramatically. "<You're the one who always complains that I'm too stuck up. *sniff* And now I'm not stuck up enough, is that it? *sniff, sniff* Holi-kun... I'm thirsty! Can't I just finish my muuuuug? Pleeeeeeaaaaasssseeee? I bet> Mirage <would get me my mug.>"
Post by Wheelie (ROTF) on Oct 1, 2009 10:57:49 GMT -5
Oh Wheelie would love to give you a piece of his mind Whirligig, he really would, but unfortunately there is a very large red blockhead in his face right now. The little blue guy yelps at that rather big hand, but then relaxes again as he sees that she isn't trying to squish him!
...Yet, anyways. Suspicious ugly bastard is suspicious. "I'm fine, can't ya shee dat?"
"Ok," she simply says, but flattens the fingers of her hand so it's sort of a platform. "If you want to, you can sit up on my shoulders or head, I promise I won't knock you off..."
She looks over at Ramulus and smiles a bit, "Well that's a good reason to come down," she says, "I'm glad to see you're at least enjoying yourself. And... If you're not minding, I still owe you a cuddle."
Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Oct 5, 2009 17:34:43 GMT -5
Aw, his target has been distracted by someone else. To regain his attention or move on to something else? Well, the amazing variety of booze is still mighty tempting, and he really should attempt to try all of some of it. Er, some of all of it. Either option is good. He'll have plenty of opportunities to poke fun with people in the future, no doubt - unless of course this is all just a fancy hallucination and he ends up waking back on his ship - but who knows when the next time he'll see this variety of energon again?
Humming cheerfully to himself, Whirligig sets out to drink until his fuel tanks overflow.
Holi does his best not to grimace at Clipper and looks around at the other partygoers. Maybe they're just politely ignoring the spectacle to help her save face.
"I'm sorry, everyone," he says anyway, abashedly rubbing the back of his head. Then he looks back at Clipper and his nervous smile is gone, replaced by a stubborn and concerned expression. "<You might have had 'just one mug' of something strong,>" he advises. It isn't easy to keep up the authoritative air when she gives him that look and starts lamenting things. It helps him, though, that behaving this way is so unlike his Clipper. "<I'll get you something else to drink,>" he offers as a sort of apology as he gets back to his feet. "<Something lighter.>" The equivalent of water if he can help it.
Clipper watches Holi glance around, her expression souring sharply. "<You're apologizing. For. Me,>" she bites out. "<You are. Apologizing. For. Me,>" she repeats, climbing slowly to her feet and leaning in, one hand braced on her hip in abject irritation, the other pointed accusingly at Holi. "<Do I embar-- oh, oh, whoa!>"
Unfortunately, she leans in just a little too much, and topples forward. Into Holi.
"<Y-you think I em-embarrass y-you, don't you, Holi?>" Clipper whines softly, clinging to Holi's shoulders tightly. She hitches a sniffle as she buries her head against his chest, and clings even tighter. "<D-do you. H-holi kun?>"