+ Alice's Christmas Party Extravaganza! +

[curiousher]

Who: Everyone! Real Things and Mirrors!
Where: The Ballroom
When: Wednesday evening
Rating: We'll call it PG-13 to be safe
Summary: Alice decides the best way to keep everyone from wandering off to other places is to have a Christmas party! But...it might possibly make things worse. You should click the cut and find out.
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[urnewkingbitch]

The fuck are you doin'?

[Huh, Dave feels like he's asked this once before.]

[hamburellakind]

[John starts, surprised.]

Wh-- nothing!

[urnewkingbitch]

You're givin' your mirror a stare that would leave even a goddamn rock blushin' from head to toe. So, definitely not nothin'.

[hamburellakind]

Ew, you make it sound like I'm ogling him.

[John turns back, brow furrowed.]

I'm just trying to figure him out.

[urnewkingbitch]

Oh, yeah? What're you tryin' to figure out?

[Color him slightly interested.]

[hamburellakind]

Just...

[Damn, he wishes he knew what it was exactly that bugs him about the guy!]

He's weird.

[urnewkingbitch]

Other than the fact that he's on a constant sugar-rush and datin' my mirror? Or did I just fuckin' hit the mark without meanin' to?

[hamburellakind]

Yeah, okay, those things.

Normally I only get to see him from really far away, if at all.

[John pauses, trying to articulate his thoughts in a way that doesn't sound totally awful.]

I think if I was gay, I wouldn't be that gay.

[urnewkingbitch]

You'd be gay in a way that you only know how.

[Hnnn, that might not make sense to John, though.]

Translation: You'd just be your goddamn goober herp derp flighty self, no matter what your sexuality happened to be.

[hamburellakind]

[John squints thoughtfully.]

So he's just like this? I mean, look at that dancing. He looks like a...

[Words.]

It's kind of messy.

[urnewkingbitch]

I have no fuckin' clue with your guy Quincy. M--Lee'd probably know more about it.

[It's weird calling him by Dave's middle name, but whatever, he can dig it.]

[hamburellakind]

Do you think, uh.

[Dave's usually cool with talking about this kind of stuff? Even if there's...maybe some minor complications what with how they went on a date and all. And how Dave might've wanted them to go on a date for more than prankly type reasons. And. Stuff.

But John doesn't know who else he could ask about this.]

Do you think that him being that...flamboyant means I'm the straightest straight to ever straight?

[urnewkingbitch]

Not...really? I mean, people change all the fuckin' time, so it might not actually mean anythin'.

[He shrugs.]

Shit, it probably wouldn't matter if I turned out to actually be pansexual and he turned out to be...I dunno, fuckin' homoflexible.

[hamburellakind]

[John is picturing some questionable things for the term "homoflexible".]

So if they're not, like, our opposites in every way...

[John flails a little.]

Ugh, I just don't know what his being like that makes me!

[urnewkingbitch]

Take some chill pills, dude. I'll even throw in a glass of calm the fuck down if it'll help them go down easier, I mean seriously. You're havin' a fuckin' identity crisis at 13 goddamn years old.

It doesn't make you anythin'. You're you, he's himself. That's all that really matters at the end of the day.

[hamburellakind]

[He sighs, clutching his head as if he's just gotten off a raging pogo ride and needs a second to stop the dizziness.]

I just wish he wasn't so different. Your mirror's pretty normal. Unless he's, like, secretly a serial killer or something. Mine's just so obviously different.