fandomtownies | Fast Eddie's, Tuesday Evening

Soooooo, apparently today was Sparkle's 21st birthday? Which was weird.

It was weird. And Sparkle hadn't really planned anything for it. He always found it easier to make a big deal out of other people's big days than his own. And anyway, what did 21 mean? He could use real identification to drink now? Where was the fun in that?

But he wanted to do something, so he sent off a ~~handwavey~~ text to anyone on his contact list just saying, Fast Eddie's tonight, the multiverse has had to deal with 21 years of me, suckers, and then hopped through a portal to Fandom Island to crash the arcade.

... No, he didn't have anything in mind beyond that. No real party or anything. Just, hey, come to the arcade. Waste some quarters. Maybe somebody would show up. It'd be great. And he was kind of grinning like an idiot as he showed up, since he'd made a stop at the apartment first.

Aww, Sia. Unsolicited presents were kind of great.

[OOC: I literally forgot about this until just before bedtime last night. OCD-free, daytime SP applies, hello, it's Sparkle's birthday, if you think you got an invite, or even if you didn't, feel free to crash in!]

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"I am not putting a spider in my mouth. Not even a spider that'll get me completely hammered."

He had a line.

The spider vodka was gonna get opened after he did some pre-gaming.

Miguel smirked, because let's face it, with a line like that, he had to.

"I'll film it for posterity. The drink or eating it, either one."

Squint.

"Would you eat the spider?"

"Shock, no." Miguel snorted. "That'd be cannibalism."

Wrong guy.

And that was as good an excuse as any not to eat that nasty thing.

Sparkle was squinting even more.

"Gimme your hand. I'm gonna bite you first, just to figure out if I'll like the taste."

"I'm not letting you bite me!" Miguel laughed. "Drink the vodka and see if you like it instead."

"But there's a giant fucking spider in the vodka!"

COULD YOU SEE HIS DILEMMA, MIGUEL?

"So it'll tell you if you'd like the spider flavor," Miguel pointed out.

THAT WAS THE POINT, SPARKLE.

"It's looking at me."

It was pickled. And it was still looking at him.

Miguel reached out and turned the bottle around. "There. Now it's not."

The fluid in the bottle, being a fluid, kind of kept going, and the spider just kind of continued lazily turning around with it after the bottle stopped.

Sparkle looked up at Miguel. Oh, it was a look.

Miguel shot a strand of webbing at it, covering a band around the center of the bottle where the spider was. "Now it's not, and the bottle's thematic."

"OKAY BUT NOW IT HAS, LIKE, BODILY EXCRETIONS ON IT."

This was not making it more appealing, Miguel!

"It's silk!" Miguel retorted. "People pay a lot of money to wear silk."

"Made in, like, China, from caterpillars they didn't see squeezing it out of themselves."

How did nobody else ever go EW at this?

Generally they were too busy yelling expletives at him for other reasons.

"So you just don't want to see how it's made? Hey, at least it doesn't come out of my butt," Miguel insisted. "And spiderwebs are everywhere. Would you rather have them, or a pickled spider 'looking at' you?"

"I'm not drunk enough to decide," Sparkle muttered, squinting at the bottle. "Guuuh. Might as well just weave a bottle cozy out of hair, too."

"Sure, if you want. I'll get right on that," Miguel said. "You gonna donate the hair?"

"Sure, just gimme a year or two to grow it out for that," Sparkle said breezily. And then waved a hand at the bottle. "I'm not harping on the spider silk thing in particular, you know. I solemnly swear I would do exactly this much freaking out if you'd wrapped it in, like, skin or some kind of scale mail nightmare fashioned out of toenail clippings. Body stuff is weird."

HE HATED IT AND IT WAS AWFUL.

"Like, someone told me once that dust is mostly made of fucking skin and do you know how much I clean? Like? Do you? I do not want anything near my mouth that came off of people. Do not."

Funnily enough, his voice had dropped to a kind of hushy tone. Possibly because of a certain someone else who had attended this party.

Of course, not knowing that, it just made Miguel think Sparkle was especially serious about it.

He held up his hands in surrender. "No body stuff. Got it. Though I feel the need to point out you did threaten to bite me."

But he was slicing the webbing off the bottle anyway, wadding it up, and tossing it at the nearest garbage can. "All gone. Better?"

"I wasn't going to actually bite you," Sparkle muttered. "Not hard, anyway."

Body stuff was different when it was body parts that were still attached to a living, breathing person who was not actually going to get eaten, dammit.

"But yeah, that's better. Thanks."

"Still biting," Miguel teased. "Also if you ever want to come clean my place, feel free. Not having mechanized housekeeping's weird."

Between mechanicals and the timebreakers, Miguel hadn't had to clean his own place since he was a kid. The dust was probably pretty sad.

"Hey, if you're willing to pay me for my time, I'd love to," Sparkle replied, sticking his tongue out at him. "Otherwise you just gotta wait for the mood to hit."

Miguel thought about that one.

"I mean, it's not like I have a lot else to spend money on. You don't think it'd be weird?"

"Weird why? There's no shame in cleaning for pay. Unless you want me to clean your underwear or some shit."

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