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[ CLOSED ] ❝ i got a pocket full of quarters, and i'm headed to the arcade ❞
Who: Prompto (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
punshots), Alisaie (adelphoi), Lance (competing), & Keith (emblazes)
What: A DOUBLE DATE
When: today, probably? sure???
Where: Thesa Station
Warning(s): idiots
[ It's a crime how long its taken Prompto and Lance to get around to arranging this outing, but between the literal plague and adjusting to Wyver and new arrivals, everyone has had a bit much on their plate since, well, they got here. But now the proverbial dust has settled and it's high time the pair of them coerced their significant others into a social staple known as the "double date". They'd batted around a handful of ideas - after all, there is no shortage of exciting (and sometimes life-threatening) activities to get up to around the city - but eventually settle on the arcade on Thesa. It's a classic, much like the games that populate the establishment, and Prompto has no doubt all four of them are bound to have a blast, even those who are perhaps a bit reluctant to go along with this. We're not naming any names, but they rhyme with Palisaie and Teeth.
They'll end the night with a few new prizes, photographs and cherished memories - oooor someone's gonna wind up banned for smashing in a pinball machine (once again, not naming any names). Buuut let's all hope for the former.
With a few pizzas ordered specially from Roman, Prompto drops them with gusto onto one of the low tables in the center of the arcade, taking a deep breath. It even smells like old popcorn in here...it's perfect. ]
I gotta warn you - you do not wanna go up against me in the shooting gallery.
punshots), Alisaie (adelphoi), Lance (competing), & Keith (emblazes)What: A DOUBLE DATE
When: today, probably? sure???
Where: Thesa Station
Warning(s): idiots
[ It's a crime how long its taken Prompto and Lance to get around to arranging this outing, but between the literal plague and adjusting to Wyver and new arrivals, everyone has had a bit much on their plate since, well, they got here. But now the proverbial dust has settled and it's high time the pair of them coerced their significant others into a social staple known as the "double date". They'd batted around a handful of ideas - after all, there is no shortage of exciting (and sometimes life-threatening) activities to get up to around the city - but eventually settle on the arcade on Thesa. It's a classic, much like the games that populate the establishment, and Prompto has no doubt all four of them are bound to have a blast, even those who are perhaps a bit reluctant to go along with this. We're not naming any names, but they rhyme with Palisaie and Teeth.
They'll end the night with a few new prizes, photographs and cherished memories - oooor someone's gonna wind up banned for smashing in a pinball machine (once again, not naming any names). Buuut let's all hope for the former.
With a few pizzas ordered specially from Roman, Prompto drops them with gusto onto one of the low tables in the center of the arcade, taking a deep breath. It even smells like old popcorn in here...it's perfect. ]
I gotta warn you - you do not wanna go up against me in the shooting gallery.
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she really shouldn't. though alisaie might not be a people person, per se, her work had required her to spend quite a lot of time with others, and she's certainly been dragged along to more dinners and lunches and outings than she can count - but this feels different. most likely it's simply the label: double date, like this is some special event, something more meaningful than a group of people eating food at an arcade.
okay, she's definitely overthinking this. prompto's return with food is enough to take the edge off of how rigidly she's sitting, because really, who can resist the siren's call of pizza? ]
No, I do not. Were I to destroy you utterly, you would pout for a week, and that is not something I am prepared to deal with.
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She's got your number, dude.
[ haha, get it, because they're dating, haha. ]
Anyway, if we're talking firearms here, there's really no competition. [ he puffs up, looking so confident it's almost enough to forget he's totally got an olive stuff on his cheek... ] You're looking at the universe's number one ninja sharpshooter! [ he will make fetch happen, regina.
he turns to his boothmate slash boyfriend slash fellow paladin slash guy-probably-the-least-looking-forward-to-any-of-this for validation. back him up here, keith! ]
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Strangely enough, Alisaie's comeback earns a little smirk; one that vanishes almost as quickly as it'd appeared. Any opportunity to boast, the path wasn't even paved for you dude.
Lance is in his peripheral being pompous; it earns a sideglance followed by something lasting, brows tense....]
You have grease on your face.
[All of that exfoliating, for what??? Even if Keith weren't terrible at wingmaning, that needs some attention.]
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And by "everyone", we mostly mean Alisaie and Keith, since Prompto and Lance having a good time is already probably a foregone conclusion.
Talking through a mouthful of pizza, dabbing at his cheek with a fingertip to make sure he doesn't have any grease on his cheek before he speaks: ]
He's got you there, dude. [ With a knowing chuckle. Clean that up before you break out, man, that's the woooorst.
...And then he's slamming his hand down dramatically onto the table. ]
There's only one way to settle this. All four of us, head-to-head. The player with the most zombies killed by the end is the sharpshooter champ!
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but man.. two space fighters, a gunslinger, and elf eyes here in a challenge of marksmanship?? that's like four chinchillas enrolling in a Who Is The Softest competition. they are all so soft, how can one be the softest-est??
but i mean, alisaie is at a distinct disadvantage here, being the only ye olde in this scifi group. tho that doesn't mean she won't still try her hardest to thrash all of these boys..
anyroad, PIZZA. alisaie lifts a thick, cheesy slice of pepperoni. ]
Only if you promise not to be sore, should you lose.
[ remember that whole not wanting to deal with the pouting, thing. that still applies. ]
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though maybe not THAT sorry, because that was totally not backing him up there, hmph hmph. lance is already pouting sourly, picking up his own napkin to dab at his cheeks. he won't break out that easily, peons... he's been taking care of his skin for too long to lose to some pizza grease!! ]
Oh, he's definitely gonna lose. [ you're all gonna lose!! he has the power of god and ANIME on his side! ]
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He's left staring another moment just to make sure the shiny spot's gone before glancing back toward the pizza. He's not object to the sharpshooter challenge, but it isn't his forte and he's got no reason to be as gung-ho about it as Lance is.
He'll be busy choosing his own piece of pizza as banter ensues in the meantime, going for the easiest he can...see...which is stupid because they're all equally wet and loaded with cheese.
The closest one works.]
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Oh >yeah, I can promise that, 'cause there's no way I'm gonna lose!
[ This is his line and he's sticking to it! But though he can hardly wait to get onto the machines, he will give this pizza its due time, because there are few crimes as egregious as not appreciate a freshly made pizza pie. ]
Guess we're just gonna have to wait 'n' see, won't we? [ But he's gonna win. He's also gonna try his damnedest to get Alisaie and Keith to talk to the rest of the group, so he puts up to the table: ]
Soooo, pineapple on pizza - thoughts?
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anyway, she's also ready to concentrate on her pizza and not the conversation as well, that's what's so great about prompto and lance, they love the sounds of their own voices so much that they can dominate the airwaves and leave the two sensible people to enjoy lurking in the background.
she's just taken a big mouthful of pizza when prompto poses the question to rule all questions. ]
What?
[ SHE DOESN'T KNOW UR PIZZA MEMES.. but i mean, why would anyone put pineapple on pizza?? ]
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I mean — why not? Who doesn't love a little sweet with their savory, you know?
[ but no no, if it were up to lance and prompto, they'd just be chatting to each other all day. but that's not the point of this outing! socialize, you unsociables! ]
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Luckily this also seems to be Lance's area of expertise...what do you mean he's failing at this socializing stuff???]
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While Keith and Alisaie have their little silent antisocial conversation, Prompto gives Lance a Look that asks what they can do to get the whole group engaged. True, the two of them could just talk to each other and be perfectly content, but if they wanted to do that, they would have just hung out as usual! ]
I dunno, man, some things were just not meant to be mixed, and I think that pineapple on pizza is one of them.
[ ... ]
Back me up on this, babe!
[ HE'S MAKING ALISAIE A PART OF THIS ]
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but i mean, far be it for alisaie to hold back her opinions on anything ever, she is always full of judgment. thankfully she doesn't have to pretend to take prompto's side on this one. ]
You're absolutely right, it sounds heinous.
[ and she's an elf with a ye oldey british accent, so everything she says sounds Smart and Correct. ]
There is a time and a place to combine savory and sweet. Pizza and pineapple do not qualify.
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except now lance is puffing up, HIS HONOR IS IN QUESTION. ]
Spoken like true pizza amateurs. [ this, spoken around a mouthful of cheese. ] Obviously you need to pair it up with ham, which is already a little sweet anyway, so they're completely complimentary of each other!
[ like him and keith, prompto and alisaie. hurr hurr. ]
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Fully embracing the life of Bear Grylls meets Giorgio Tsoukalos.
Until the Antikythera Mechanism comes up (or anything similarly stupid) he's enjoying not having a horse in this race. Keith's the real winner here.]
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Puh-lease! There's a time and a place for sweet and savory, and on a pizza is not it.
[ He's getting really into this now. His slice of pizza is nothing more than a crust now (gross) and he gesticulates with it to emphasize his point. ]
You might as well start adding apples and strawberries and gummy fish - wait, that actually sounds delicious - never mind! The question is, where is the line drawn? When has pizza gone too far that it's no longer, by definition, a pizza? Ipso facto!
[ ...He doesn't know what that means. ]
I rest my case.
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[ while she's all for teaming up against prompto, she absolutely can't get behind pineapple pizza. sorry lance, you heckin gross.
but wow prompto, apparently you're heckin gross too. alisaie looks horrified when he suggests that gummy fish would somehow, in some way, be better than pineapple on pizza, rather than worse. ]
If you bring home a gummy fish pizza, you are sleeping on the street.
[ why are boys so disgusting?? why this.. ]
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though lance is quick to slant a dubious look towards his good friend, head shaking. ]
Not even I would eat a gummy fish pizza, dude.
[ but alright alright, enough of this tomfoolery... he's gonna finish off his last slice of pizza and wipe his greasy hands down. ]
We'll settle this in the arcade. Winner is the pizza king!
[ a pause, glancing towards alisaie apologetically. ]
Or queen.
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Additionally, is Pizza King a title really worth fighting for? No, it is not.
While they're engrossed in fake titles and dubious pizza toppings(?), Keith's gonna stand up, silently expelling himself from the situation to feign interest in a faraway foosball table. It's a casual motion that could easily be misconstrued as a premature move to take on Lance's challenge....]
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Aw yeah, great idea! But I'm warnin' you - I'm a foosball champion. [ He's not, but no one's here to contradict that, so! ]
I have the supple wrists of a true artiste.
[ Basically, he's just begging to be destroyed. ]
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ugh. FINE. with one last look of bereaved longing to their dish of pizza, alisaie sighs and relents. ]
What is a foosball?
[ she's doomed ]
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well
keith probably knows what foosball is... maybe... hopefully... ]
Just a little game Keith and I are gonna kick your butts in. This game requires precision, quick reflexes... excellent communication and teamwork. All things we excel in. [ ??? sometimes ]
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Well, not blatantly-blatantly, but...he's not a foosball champ or anything.]
Which...game is that again?
[He's just stopped walking toward the coincidental accident.]
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Ha! Keep talkin', Lancey Boy. Alisaie and I are so tight - [ he crosses his fingers, look, tight! ] - we can communicate without even saying a word!
[ Which is, like, sometimes true, in a gross lovey-dovey way, but that is not at all what he means here. Paying no heed to Keith's question (sorry, Keith), Prompto claims his place on one side of the foosball table, furiously spinning some of the little dudes on a stick around. ]
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but i mean, well, apparently that is exactly what they are. little dudes on sticks. alisaie frowns down at the foosball table in thought, surveying the way prompto is moving the.. sticks with the little dudes on them, and okay, the objective is pretty clear. use the little dudes to knock the ball into the hole, yeah? right.
so she steps up beside prompto and just.. fiddles with the knobs, pushing them back and forth in intense thought!! ]
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IT'S FINE, IT'S FINE. he'll have to be the one to shoulder this time... that's okay... every relationship has its ups and downs... ]
Oh yeah, well. Keith and I are so tight, we don't even have to communicate. At all!
[ ????? this is a mess.
IT'S FINE. he'll... go ahead and toss the little ball in, and as soon as it hits the board, he is ON THE ZONE. ]
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But he still looks like an asshole for just standing there.]
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And Prompto is going to totally take advantage of him just standing there when Lance tosses in the ball. Prompto may be the definition of a "nice guy", almost always willing to take one for the team, but when it comes to matters of arcade competition, he's not about to fall on his sword for someone else's enjoyment so easily. He's in it to win it, baby.
So he throws his line of stick dudes into a fast spin sending the ball flying towards the goal. ]
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but oh, we're beginning i guess?? she will.. try her best.. ]