[open party post] Sharky's Weed-tacular Birthday!

[broshaw]

Who: Anyone who wants to join, + Sharky
What: Sharky's 2nd birthday on the ship is a lowkey kickback instead of a blowout bash, for good reason
When: October 3rd???-ish??? IDK man whatever
Where: Bobby B's
Warnings: Drinking, weed, probably some talk of PTSD scattered throughout because that's the word of the month
Notes: While only Sharky's close CR will get a formal invite via text, nobody will be turned away so long as their vibes are chill and they aren't going to start a fight. IF fights are had, Sharky will make them stop. Trust me when I say you don't want him to do that (it'll make him sad :( )
Two prompts are generalized enough that your character doesn't even need to know there's a party going on, and one prompt is designed to engage with Sharky directly. Seriously do whatever weed-related posts you want, this is a safe space 🙏

[CLOSE CR] text invitation
[Friends of Sharky -- AKA anybody he's either made out with, hung out naked with, or talked about life with -- get a text on his birthday that reads something like this:]

🎉🎈🎂ITS MY BIRTHDAY ILL GET HIGH IF I WANT 2🎂🎈🎉
hey not doin a big thing 4 my bday this yr LOL but i got sum magic weed frum aden
adiden
AIDEN
n now that theres weed in bobby bs i figure its kickback time
com eon over 2 bbs tomorrow n smoke w me
gonna watch some movies n eat waaaay 2 much food
n get real fuckin blazed
💺🌿😶‍🌫️🌫️📺🍿🧀🍰🥔
u cn tell ur friends if u wanna bring em but 🚫NO BAD VIBES ALLOUD🚫
allowed
W/E YKWIM

[THE SPREAD] must be full of reefer
[The bar of Bobby B's has been converted into a mini buffet, with a limited selection of garbage food from Windjammer and a decent spread of various cheeses from the cheese shop. It's the kind of food you'd expect stoned people to eat: mini corn dogs, chips and salsa, a half-full pot of chili, and of course, at least three different potato dishes for our boy Pratt!! There's also a selection of mini desserts from the coffee shop for those with a sweet tooth.

While alcohol is still easily accessible (via ordering or simply going around the bar to self-serve), Sharky's prioritized non-alcoholic drinks for front and center. Soda, water, juice, that kinda stuff. There's even a basic coffee brewer with hot coffee on hand. Yeah motherfucker, there's literally no reason to leave the bar! Sharky doesn't want to risk going near stairs for the foreseeable future, OK??

Most importantly, there's a tray of joints, freshly taken from the vending machines, as well as the last of Sharky's super-heavy edible brownie, which is cut into tiny, single-serving squares. There's a handwritten sign next to all of this that says: WAIT 45 MIN B4 TAKING ANOTHER. Just to make sure nobody gets so zooted that they need to be carried to bed.]

[TV TIME] you mean that cat's high?!
[The TV(s?) in Bobby B are set up with DVD players, and Klaus has loaned Sharky a couple of movies to put on. Good vibes only means that there's a rotation of the following movies: Spice World, The Emperor's New Groove, Peter Pan, Aladdin, Lilo & Stitch, Stonehenge Apocalypse, Lavalantula, Velocipastor, Red: Werewolf Hunter, Triassic Attack, and Megapython vs. Gatoroid. When one movie ends, another gets put in, even if it's already played today!

There are a bunch of plush chairs arranged to make for a better viewing experience, the tables in between them all having at least one ashtray and a little bowl of bar peanuts on them.]

[FAE WEED] i believe he's losing his mind
[There's one batch of weed that you have to ask Sharky for access to, and that's because 1) it isn't in infinite supply and 2) it has some hella weird effects on people. That's right, Sharky's open to sharing his fae weed, a gift from Aiden that Sharky's only tried once on his own before deciding to pass it around. He'll gladly sprinkle some liberally into a cigarette for anyone who asks; for those who don't want a tobacco-based experience, he has a few of the smallest tobacco pipes available instead!

Anyone who smokes some of this very special weed will find the effects quite a bit stronger... and different... from regular weed. On top of it being super potent and fucking your shit up faster than any regular weed might, there are the occasional side effects -- like the sensation of being on fire, wild hallucinations, being flipped upside-down Dinnerbone-style, floating a few feet off the ground, getting turned into a lizard, etc etc etc. Pretty sure you can make up whatever effect you want and nobody's gonna call you out on it.

As such, Sharky will make sure to warn anyone who wants to try that this shit "is super intense, bro, you gotta be careful with it!" People who have never smoked before will get directed to the regular stuff, but I'm sure you can convince him if you try!!!]

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[theotherright]

Once Fever starts laughing, the dog starts laughing too, extremely scooped and extremely okay with it. The dog is getting cuddled. The dog has the look of a dog living its best life.

Then its long fuzzy ears prick up at Max's voice, and its wooly tail -- already wagging lazily -- starts going at twice the speed.

"Maaaax! Maaax, is that you!"

[abhorrently]

At the name, she half sits up, still holding the dog, expression bright and a little surprised. Oh, he wasn't kidding. Definitely tall enough to be a tree, but the fruit part remains to be seen. He looks unfairly baffled, but it's fine - they'll straighten it all out soon enough.

"Is this your Max, then?" That's directed at the dog, who she still has in her arms. "If that's the case, then I'm the one who wrote the message." And that's for Max himself, who she greets with a smile.

[maximumcake]

"A-Arthur?" The confusion only multiplies. "When did you get a dog form? Are you a poodle?" God, he's really cute like that, especially with the tail going.

"Sorry," he says, realizing Fever spoke to him and he's still standing here with his mouth hanging open. "Yes, I'm Max. Max Maximum. It's nice to meet you. Would you like a macaron?" He offers out the plate.

[theotherright]

Arthur wiggles and rolls a little, unhurried, to adjust to Fever's more upright position.

"Mr. Sharky," he confides, and if a dog could be beaming he would be, "our reefer man, has been holding on to a magical strain that's... that has all sorts of, well, it can turn you into things, or... well, you roll the dice. And it's his birthday! Ooooooh."

He has, while speaking, leaned all the way over in a way that can only be comfortable if you're a dog, so that his head is upside down and his nose is pointed at the plate of macarons.

[abhorrently]

She looks down at the dog, expression confused, before she gently boops him on the nose.

"Arthur. No wonder you sounded familiar. Cheeky of you to not tell me."

Is this going to stop her from cuddling him, absolutely not, but it will be hilarious when he's a person again.

"But it's nice to meet you too, Max. I'm Fever." She'll take a macaron, but if Arthur eats it, she's going to put him on the other side of the room. Behave. "He's the one that wanted to call you down here, I'm just the one with thumbs."

[maximumcake]

"Hey, not the chocolate one," Max says, lifting the plate back a little from Arthur's nose. Who knows if Arthur as a dog will get poisoned by it?

"Wow, I had no idea drugs could do that. Wait, it's Sharky's birthday? Shit, I would have made him a cake!" Oh no, now he feels bad.

"Hi Fever," she gets a smile because she is behaving herself. "He knew if he called I'd probably bring him a snack. Which, he was right. What do you think of those, by the way? You can have as many as you want, I've been making them uh... all day."

[theotherright]

"But I... didn't you... recognise me..." Yes, that's the voice of someone only just now realising there's a glaring hole in that assumption.

"I am sure he would like birthday macarons." As would Arthur. He stretches his neck a little further when the smell moves away, wiggling in Fever's arms again. He's like... thiiiis close to tipping right out of them.

[abhorrently]

Shoving the cookie in her mouth, she readjusts her hold on Arthur so he won't actually fall, and prevents him from getting closer to the macarons. Chew and swallow, because that's polite to do first.

"Absolutely. These are utterly fantastic. I didn't even know it was his birthday when I showed up, after all - surprise treats and a little of your time is a perfect present."

She doesn't want the beautiful tree of a man to feel sad, after all.

[maximumcake]

"Yeah. You're both probably right. I bet he would. Maybe I can find a candle to stick in one for him. And, thank you. I'm glad you like them. Plenty more where those came from." Like. A lot more.

"Whoa... careful, Arthur, stop that you're going to fall. I'll get you one, just not the chocolate, okay? Here." He picks up one of the peach-flavored ones and holds it close to Arthur's nose. "Have this one."

[theotherright]

An offended little dog noise, as Arthur is moved further away from the delicious smell again. Why is everyone he loves betraying himmmmmmmmm oh wait there's a macaron right there!

He takes the cookie carefully in his teeth, eyes wide, exercising all of his willpower to go slow so that there's no risk of taking Max's fingers with it. Once it's safely clear of any potential collateral damage, bam it's gone in an instant, and Arthur is licking his chops with appreciative mmm and ooh-mm noises. His tail's a little squished against Fever at the moment, but she can probably feel it wiggling. It's just him, peach-flavoured sugar, and the universe.

...

Hey if he opens his mouth and just leaves it open, will another one find its way in there...

[abhorrently]

If she's laughing a little, it's because of how totally into it Arthur is. She gets why people have pets now, even if it would have been a terrible idea to have one in her camp. Utterly terrible. But borrowing a dog like this, it's perfectly safe and fine.

"Speaking of chocolate, the brownies aren't half bad, if you're inclined to that sort of thing. Don't worry, Arthur hasn't eaten any - but if he's a man-dog, I'm not sure if the same rules apply."

[maximumcake]

Max bursts out laughing, so Fever is in good company. "Fuck, Arthur, you're the cutest puppy I've ever seen." So, like, of course, the Good Boy gets another macaron, strawberry this time.

"Ooh, brownies?" Max is naively unaware that they might be THAT kind of brownie. "Yeah, I'll try some. And, mm, you might be right. When I turn into my wolf form I can still eat chocolate, so maybe it's okay."

Don't mind him just reaching for one of those precut brownie squares.

[theotherright]

"Never looked in a mirror, hm?"

This would come off way smoother if Arthur wasn't going nuts for the strawberry macaron like, half a second later.

He comes back to the conversation going something-something-brownies, and joins in with a pleased "yes, yes, have one and sit and join us," erroniously assuming that Max knows what's in the things.

[abhorrently]

"You're only supposed to have one at a time, so says Sharky."

And the sign. But whatever happens beyond that is not her concern. She's already got her arms full of one dog-man on fae weed, and why the hells she was blocked from said weed is a complaint she'll have to bring up when she remembers how to complain about things.

"Arthur's right though - you do seem like a fruit tree. In a person sort of way. It's a compliment."

Tall, nice, giving. It all checks out.

[maximumcake]

"Aww, Arthur, that's so sweet. What a Good Boy. Good boy," that last is said while Arthur scarfs down the new macaron.

Now, he's bringing the brownie up to his lips when Fever mentions only having one. Sharky said... oh. OH. Duh. After one moment of thoughtful hesitation, he pops it into his mouth anyway. Fuck it, he kind of needs this.

And then he almost chokes on a crumb when Fever compliments him on his...wood?

"Arthur called me a fruit tree? As a compliment?" And he busts up laughing. He's not even high yet but that is so fucking funny.

"Well, I have been told my banana is a sight to behold. Or just hold, in his case." Now you've done it. It's puns all the way down.

[theotherright]

"Now you're simply exaggerating," says Arthur indulgently. But you know what? Just this once, for the very blazed occasion, because everybody knows that all dogs are good boys, Arthur will take that compliment. His tail is less cool about it, and wags so hard that it frees itself from Fever's side and starts whacking against her like it's a fuzzy switch and she's a naughty Victorian schoolchild.

Aaaand then just like that he's in a world of embarrassment. He laughs along but hey if the ground feels like swallowing anyone he's available--

The combination of embarrassment, being stoned to hell, and the vague social pressure of a party means that he just blurts out: "Be-held," and then does the closest thing he can to hiding his face in his hands.

[abhorrently]

She's started laughing, and then she laughs even more when Arthur says that - it's not mean, just genuinely delighted to hear it. Dumb puns are worthy of a good chuckle or two.

"That's - that's not the kind of wood we were talking about. It's not that kind of party." But she's still giggling - it's more funny than it usually would be. "Because..." Okay. Breathe. Try to get the words out. "Because you're tall, and you're sturdy, and you're nice. You see?"

[maximumcake]

Oh god, his tail. That's the cutest thing he's ever seen. Max is still laughing over that when Arthur goes and blurts out the very best pun, sending him nearly into a fit doubled-over. And even then, Fever joins in with her comment about wood and, help him, he can barely breathe.

"I... y-eah. I think so," he wheezes. Oh, it hurts. It hurts. His belly is so tight. "Although, if you ever do want it to be that kind of party my cabin is available."

[theotherright]

Awkward laughter from under Arthur's paw. Really... in front of his salad...

(This is fine because Arthur and Max aren't exclusive, and neither of them would want that to change; because Max is simply someone who steps out with a lot of people and if Arthur can't cope with that then it's him who'd have to go, not them; because nobody deserves a full-time Arthur, nobody deserves to be dragged down by that, even if he hadn't already parcelled his heart out into too many pieces and lost them. If what he and Max have is occasional, and if it's physical, and if Arthur plays a second or a fourth or an eighth fiddle, then maybe that's just what's safest for everybody. And that's why he laughs awkwardly along as Max propositions someone in front of him. Because it's fine.)

"I'm sure I tried to, tried to think of a different, er, thing to compare," is his lacklustre defence. He's already forgotten what that other thing was.

[abhorrently]

"No, no, Arthur, you did really good. Really well." Given that she can use her hands if she settles back in the chair, she'll do so, going back to petting him because he seemed to really like that. Clearly, bringing up the comparison was a little awkward, but anything more? It's not a bad thing.

That said, she arches a brow at Max, a playful smile on. "What, with both of us? Bold offer when you just met someone." That may not be what he means, but she has no qualms in pushing it a little further.

(There's a section of her mind even under the drugs that asks if it's the same, if one believes all the gloom about never going home. She'd never hidden her nature, never promised fidelity beyond her heart, but at the same time, she wishes she could ask a blessing, and give one in return, that the other her was doing enough.)

[maximumcake]

In front of his everything!

Max is floating in a happy bubble of obliviousness to both of their internal struggles, but that doesn't mean he's about to make it any easier on either of them.

"Yeah," he answers Fever with zero hesitation. You can tell the fumes are already getting to him because he's even more bold than usual. "Both of you. Together, separate, just watching? Honestly, I'm a huge slut and everyone here knows it. That isn't an insult, for the record. I just love getting to know people that way. Don't worry, though, I don't take it personally if you're not up for it."