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Hardison was grinning as he lugged the second screen into Eliot's living room. "Eliot! Yo, Eliot, where you at? Guess what!" Dropping his voice, he added to Parker, who was carrying her own load of chips and foam fingers, "He ain't never gonna guess."

Probably because most people wouldn't assume that their partners would just decide to throw a Superbowl party at their house without prior agreement. But Hardison wasn't going to let something like that stop him. If he hadn't been stymied by Eliot's lack of TVs, he wasn't going to be bothered by something like this, either.

Eliot leaned against the door jam and stared at the televisions coming in through the door. "For the last time, Hardison, I ain't lettin' you set up your six screen office thing in here."

Parker waved a foam finger at him. It was bright blue and orange and bigger than she was. “We’re here for the party! I brought the snacks. So you can just relax and not have to worry about being the host.”

Eliot opened his mouth, pointed at the foam finger, then let his head drop into his hands. "Of course you are."

"C'mon, mama, we talked about this," Hardison reminded. "We ask first. Yo, Eliot, you mind if we borrow your house for a Superbowl party? Our place is too small to fit a lot of people." Look, Eliot! He wasn't even putting up the screens while he was asking! Sure, he was subtly running a stud-finder over the walls to make sure they could be hung properly, but that was all!

"It's also traditional not to just show up with the supplies like you know I'm already gonna say yes." Don't be dumb, Eliot. They completely already knew you were going to say yes.

“There’s going to be puppies.” Parker had gotten some very unclear ideas about how the Super Bowl worked. “And maybe kittens. Val will like that!” Look, she even used your preferred name for your dog!

Of course they did. But they still asked. Even if the discussion before they left the house had ended with a 'Let's go steal a living room.' That was just tradition at work, okay? "So, I figure we'll have the big, big screen with the game on it, an' then the other slightly-smaller big screen have the Puppybowl. Then everybody's happy an' got somethin' to watch. Also, for refreshments, look what I found!"

Beaming, Hardison pulled out a six pack of Thief Juice. "We can introduce the island to it!"

Poor Eliot. He was doomed. Had been for years. "I am not hosting," he said. "I am not cleaning. I am not responsible for any part of this, and if anything breaks, I'm holdin' you two personally responsible."

Parker bopped him on the head with the foam finger, grinning. “Super Bowl!”

[Open to the all the townies of the island. Invites send out handwavily over email. Co-written with the wonderful [livejournal.com profile] vdistinctive and [livejournal.com profile] whoisalicewhite! OCD up, come one come all!]

Re: Arrive and Mingle

Date: 2016-02-07 07:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com
"Have a finger." Parker was giving people foam toys. Mostly in the hope that there would be a foam thumb war at some point, since she didn't get what else you would want to do with them.

Re: Arrive and Mingle

Date: 2016-02-07 08:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com
"Obviously!" Parker grinned and threw one to him, then said, "I'm saving the horses for Pinkie. It kind of doesn't seem fair. Wild cats versus horses."

Re: Arrive and Mingle

Date: 2016-02-08 09:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com
Parker hummed, thinking. "Well. I suppose that could work. Claws and all. And horses would look like food to them." Mollified a bit she added, "Do we get anything if our team wins?"

Re: Arrive and Mingle

Date: 2016-02-09 12:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com
So true. IF Eliot were playing, it would be a sure thing, so it would be like stealing. Anything else was just too weirdly risky.

"I'm not sure why people get so into it. It's not like your TV shows. Somebody wins. Somebody loses. Predictable, kinda."

Re: Eat and Drink

Date: 2016-02-07 07:48 pm (UTC)
vdistinctive: (cooking-face)
From: [personal profile] vdistinctive
Eliot may have declared that he had no part in hosting this party, but he was still Eliot. So he was still whipping up some dips with the absurd amount of fresh ingredients he just happened to keep in his kitchen.

So have some fresh guacamole. And refried beans. And french onion made with actual onion instead of powdered soup. And many, many others.

Re: Eat and Drink

Date: 2016-02-07 07:57 pm (UTC)
vdistinctive: (humoring you-face)
From: [personal profile] vdistinctive
The look Eliot gave Hardison was deeply withering. "It's February, Hardison. You see any flowers on anything?" So no, no squash blossoms. "Aioli's in the fridge."

Re: Eat and Drink

Date: 2016-02-07 08:11 pm (UTC)
vdistinctive: (oh honey-face)
From: [personal profile] vdistinctive
"Yeah, and the tomatoes you buy at the store right now taste like gym socks. Things have seasons for a reason, Hardison."

Re: Eat and Drink

Date: 2016-02-07 08:22 pm (UTC)
vdistinctive: (side-eye-face)
From: [personal profile] vdistinctive
"You know, I know you're a genius. But you act like such an idiot."

Re: Eat and Drink

Date: 2016-02-07 08:31 pm (UTC)
vdistinctive: (cooking-face)
From: [personal profile] vdistinctive
"Sundried tomatoes. There's a jar in fridge. Go easy on 'em, though. They can overpower the other ingredients pretty fast."

Re: OOC

Date: 2016-02-07 07:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com
Go Broncos! Sorta. *goes to mall*

Date: 2016-02-07 10:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] andrey zaytsev (from livejournal.com)


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