ABSINTHE PARTY }{ @ THE FLY HONEY WAREHOUSE

[Beatrice Townsend]

don't you breathe for me, undeserving of your sympathy

'cause there ain't no way that I'm sorry for what I did

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/7469/skull-pattern-dark-black.gif');,true] AND THROUGH IT ALL, HOW COULD YOU CRY FOR ME? Beatrice was not known to be early or even punctual but tonight was different. Tonight she was going to throw her very first party! ... Well ... two-people party. Well if we were going to get technical two-people, two-digimon party. The point was - she was attempting to be social! Beatrice missed the company of friends... and Chuumon, for the first time ever, was actually showing signs of jealousy. "Dear Beatrice. Just what are you hoping to accomplish?" It really took her for a loop. She had never had trouble with a possessive boyfriend before (well he was a technically a boy??? and her friend??? so...) Instead of replying angrily like most young girls who cherished their freedom would, she only beamed at the other with a slightly uncomfortable smile. It was a pleasant surprise, however, she was happy to have someone looking out for her. "That...sounds a little accusatory, Chuuchuutrain!" And naturally, the mouse's eyes rolled to the side. Tch. Stupid human girl... mistaking inquiry for compassion or jealousy. No. He'd set her straight. "I hadn't meant to imply anything. I'm only curious about your intentions for tonight's festivities." "Well--!" She paused, trying to collect her thoughts in a manner that couldn't be taken the wrong way. "Don't take it offensively, Chuumon, but.. I'm bored! And humans need to keep in touch with each other to maintain a friendship! It does take two to tango, after all!" "I do not know what 'tango' is nor do I wish to find out." "Well! I asked him to bring Strabimon with him. So at least you won't feel like a third wheel?" "Is there something wrong with being a 'third wheel'? I thought there were some miniature riding devices that function perfectly with only three wheels." She couldn't reply to that. The mouse was being a smart-aleck. It surprised her how serious the little guy could be despite how goofy-looking he was. All she could manage was a short laugh and a shrug - and reached over to pat him a few times on the head (much to his dismay.) He never smiled. He never laughed. Bee didn't really mind. She had enough laughter and smiles for both of them - even though it was all kind of sad when you got down to the bottom of it. The only things Beatrice had to keep her entertained was her mild schizophrenia and a homicidal mouse. A hand hovered by her ear, gently easing back a lock of hair out of her face as she examined herself in her bathroom mirror. Chuumon sat along the sink while letting his legs hang over the counter's edge. He watched her go from sink, to medicine cabinet, to her room, then back. It was like watching the human game of tennis. It bored him, going back and forth. His small irises trailing from her and back to the doorway of her room provoked a groan from him. "Are you sick? You're pacing like a lunatic." It would sting being called a lunatic by her own 'spirit guide' - but she knew that he had a hefty amount of insensitivity in him. She grinned towards the mouse and lightly bapped him on the nose. "Rude!" It's all she's capable of saying. She can't stay mad at him - he's her spirit guide for pete's sake! Beatrice hurriedly went to turn on the television to see... Steve Wilkos! Oh this was her favorite show! It was like Jerry Springer but... better! Too bad she'd seen this one before... they were giving this guy a lie detector test on whether or not he had been using drugs in front of his five-year-old daughter. He passes, of course, but she wasn't about to turn it off. Maybe Hayate would find it interesting! Knock knock knock Oh! Speak of the devil...! The girl spun on her heels to go meet her friend by swinging the door open and offer the flashiest smile she could. Beatrice was wearing a navy summer dress (appropriate to celebrate the fourth of july festivities! Even if she wasn't in America.. that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy it!) Her nails were even painted like the American flag! Her eyelashes were thicker than usual (suggesting she had actually been wearing make-up.. hmm!) but Beatrice wouldn't let Hayate notice these little things, however (she didn't want him to think she got all dolled up just for him! PSH! That'd be ridiculous!) and launched in for a quick hug. "Hey!" Was that coconut-vanilla-scented body spray? You bet your ass it was. ♔MOOD [--EXCIT--ED!] ♔KARMA [N/A] ♔OOC [EAT IT WITH YOUR MOUTH]

table by california dreaming @ caution 2.0

[Shibata Hayate]

i 'l l c u t a w a y e v e r y t h i n g

And tear away everything

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[atrb=width,240] "You couldn'tve bothered to wear somethin nicer?" "...What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" Really Hayate didn't see anything wrong with his current outfit, just a pair of jeans and a white button up t-shirt which was considered casual and common for him. This was Strabimon's exact problem with it though, the fact that it was so painfully common. Honestly if the boy wanted to impress this fine young lady he was going to have to step up his game in some places, or at least this was what the Digimon thought. There was this one little problem with all of that though, one that was actually something of a big problem to the rookie; Hayate had no idea what 'stepping up his game' or 'wooing a lady' even meant and Strabimon just could not seem to get through to him. The boy seemed so oblivious to his own affections it was actually kind of sad, or maybe his partner was just projecting thoughts and emotions onto him based on what seemed to be going on to him. It wasn't really totally untrue though that Hayate may have a tinge of feelings for Bee, but he probably just hadn't really paid much mind to it... Which was odd, because usually he might become excited by the fact he was actually feeling something. However it seemed almost like he hadn't noticed for some reason, something that his digimon thought was a little weird and whenever he brought it up Hayate just seemed like he had no idea what his partner was talking about. It was aggravating at times for the rookie but eventually he just let it go... Eventually in this case meaning after the very first time it happened. Strabimon, despite his prior scolding, was actually very excited about all of this. He'd never been to a human party before, and with what a fun person he considered Bee to be he was expecting this to be pretty fun... Even if it was just the two humans, him, and Tyutyumon. He wasn't too sure how things would go if he was expected to interact with the other digimon, as Tyutyumon just always seemed so unimpressed and bored by everything... It was like the exact opposite of his personality, and he wasn't sure if 'opposites attract' applied here... Though after he thought about it a moment, he figured it was perfectly fine if that wasn't the case with them. Hayate didn't really seem to be paying attention to Strabimon as they walked, as he really had no reason to worry about anything at the moment. There was no one around to see the digimon following beside him right now, so he didn't need to plan out where he was going around the timing of the crowds or anything like that. Besides if anyone did see him with Strabimon, he figured he could just say that it was a friend in a new sort of costume... He could see it working, and with how straight his face always was he didn't see any reason for the average person to really think he was lying. These musings carried him to Bee's front door, where he just sort of stopped and stared at it for a few moments. Hayate had the most peculiar sensation about his stomach, an almost sort of fluttery feeling... He dismissed it after a moment though, as he didn't understand it or see what could be causing the odd reaction. Still though he didn't knock on the door yet, feeling a little confused as to why he was finding it so hard to just lift up his hand and knock. Strabimon however knew exactly what was going on though and he found it so endlessly entertaining; Mister Expressionless was nervous about all of this! Wasn't that just so hilarious? The digimon laughed to himself some before going and elbowing Hayate in the side some, grinning wildly still as the human looked at him. "C'mon mate it's just a door, it's not gonna bite ya! Strabimon told his seemingly bewildered partner, the other most likely wondering how on earth a door could bite someone. "...I know that... I was about to knock." Hayate stated after a moment, clearing his throat a little before finally going to knock on the door just loud enough for it to be heard. He blinked as he could hear someone rushing to the door, offering a small smile as the door was opened. Hayate didn't really have any time to get a greeting out as he was suddenly and quickly hugged, seeming like he didn't really know what he was supposed to do. He ignored Strabimon's little snickers as he just went and gave her a quick hug back before she moved away, letting his hands go into his pockets once she had moved back. "Hey." His voice was little more than its usual flatness but the little smile from before was still on his face to convey what his voice could not, that he was actually happy to see her. Whether this was only possible because she was happy to see him was unknown, though he really didn't stop to think about it. He never really stopped to think about a lot of things when he was around Bee. He seemed to realize something after a moment as he looked his friend over, noting the little differences here and there and sort of tilting his head to the side a bit. "...You're wearing make up... And you smell like vanilla and coconuts." From the way he said this it was clear that this wasn't something he was used to seeing, meanwhile behind him Strabimon seemed like he was trying to refrain from facepalming or something. That's it Hayate, give her a complex why don't you... Though it wasn't like the young man knew that was a possible outcome, he was just saying things he'd noticed after all.

[atrb=width,100] mood : Cautious/Bouncing off the damn walls karma : +1 to Bee for inviting Hayate over? ooc : *CRYING AHHHHH FORUM ROLEPLAYING I MISSED YOU*

TEMPLATE BY THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE MIKEY@ CAUTION 2.0

[Chiaroscuro Hughes]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 425px; border-left: 20px solid #141831; background-image:url(http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc236/iamtheartistt/bg-1.gif); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] been caught stealing, once when I was five, it's a simple fact. I just walk right through the door. Hey all right! If I get by, it's mine. Mine all mine! We sat around the pile, sat around the pile and laughed and waved it into the air. But hey, I'm perfectly all right. He tramped up to Bee's house, swallowing against the wad of nervousness that had sprouted in his throat as soon as he'd turned onto her block. There wasn't anything to be nervous about, right? It was just a party, after all (admittedly the first real social engagement he'd been to since he'd moved to Japan, but wasn't partying like riding a bike or something?)--a casual, fun-and-fancy-free time of enjoyment. He was just being an idiot about it, worrying for no reason. He sped up, as if he could leave the sour feeling behind him--though in fact the only thing he abandoned was his currently-disguised-as-human Digimon. He'd nicked the odd device that accomplished the disguise from a shady-looking guy with a briefcase, and had been thoroughly surprised to find its purpose. In fact, he'd nearly hurled it into the nearest lake when it had turned Kokuwamon into a human being (and a child at that), but after closer inspection he'd discovered that it was merely a cloaking device. He'd dubbed the kid Wattson (ha, ha) and discovered how very useful it was to have a capable partner when you went to steal things. Especially when that partner had the innocent face of a kid. The best thing by far, however, was the fact that Wattson still had his magnetic clamps while disguised. With the kid's help, Ross had increased the size of his (already sizeable) treasure trove by nearly a quarter in the past month alone. Chiaroscuro Hughes absolutely did not have a problem, no sir. He shook his head slightly, determined to not screw up the day by needlessly freaking out, and called Wattson to him. The kid ran to his side, grinning like a loon from the sheer excitement of life. Ross sighed, hiding a smile born of his partner's infectious enthusiasm. It was weird--for a machine/bug thing, Kokuwamon was decidedly too emotional. Ross didn't have a problem with it, really, but it did strike him as odd sometimes. As Bee's doorway came into view, Ross watched as the hostess herself swamped another guest--Hayate, he saw after a moment--in a hug. His nerves twinged again as he took in Hayate's attire; Ross was wearing a suitcoat. Was he dressed too formally? Ah, well, too late to change now. He hadn't brought extra clothes in his bag (yes, his large-pocketed bag with many hidden compartments, which he never left home without) so it would have to do. He drew himself up to his full height and approached further, clearing his throat a bit. "Ah... hello?" ☛MOOD [anxious] ☛KARMA [none] ☛OOC [boop] TABLE BY KHRISTIAN OF CAUTION 2.0

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