[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!!!]

Comments

[broshaw]

[Sharky grins.] See? Piece of cake.

[...wait]

Oh, yeah, you're made of putty right now. [Which means Sharky obviously has to take control of the situation and initiate said kiss, doesn't it!!!]

[ossie_oswald]

[ Considering that the grabby hands that Ossie is making at him are missing their target wildly, yes. Grabby grabby. Kiss this man. ]

[broshaw]

[if he were like 5 degrees more sober than he is, Sharky might have made a quick look-see for Giles -- not so much for permission as for "HEY GET A LOAD OF THIS"-ness -- but he's stoned to high heaven and there's a handsome genderfluid(???) hottie in his lap who is inviting some serious macking, soooooooo he's gonna just focus on that. you know, the making out part. please don't make me write actual kissing descriptions its really hard]

[ossie_oswald]

[ One day Ossie's going to need to explain to Sharky that he's basically like if a drag king was a cis man. But for the moment yes, making out is occurring and it's hot and all. Hands being placed places, small pleased noises, the whole shebang. Really just an excellent performance from both parties. Ten, ten, ten, and a nine from the Russian judge. When they separate, Ossie remarks- ]

Crikey. It really is just that easy, isn't it? I can ask you and you'll kiss me. Struth.

[broshaw]

[yeah, all of that, although somebody's going to need to talk to that Russian judge because this was a gold-medal makeout sesh in Sharky's personal (stoned) opinion!!!]

Hey, who are you callin' easy??? [just kidding, he IS easy.] Haha, yep, pretty much tho. I'm too dumb to be anythin' but straightforward.

[it isn't self-deprecating, it's just the truth! he's just too dumb to know a less dumb way to say he's dumb.]

[ossie_oswald]

You really are remarkable.

[ Even outside of his durance, he's. British. And Ossie was straightforward by those standards, certainly, but.

It's an odd feeling, that he doesn't need to couch anything. No mincing, no... restraining. ]

It's very easy to see why Giles was so taken with you.

[ ... ]

I happen to trust his taste on most things.

[broshaw]

[he can make out with a dude without breaking a sweat, but there's no way he'll ever stop turning red when that same dude starts in with the compliments. he grins goofily and ]

I mean, he's really smart, so I get it. I mean, I don't get the whole... [wiggles his head because his hands are busy and he doesn't want to just say "the whole thinking I'm cool" out loud, because that would be lame!!] But what am I gonna do, argue with him? Or you? Hell naw.

[ossie_oswald]

I do.

[ Ossie rubs his thumb over whatever part of Sharky is closest. ]

I get it, is what I mean to say. You're charming and earnest and forthright, you're handsome, and you're hilarious. If you still don't get it, well,

[ Ossie swallows a little, hoping he comes off more coquettish than bossy, ] I suppose I'll just keep explaining it to you, ay?

[broshaw]

[Like any good dog, Sharky is hard-pressed to avoid praise, even when he has trouble internalizing it. Honestly, especially when he can't internalize it. It's like when his flamethrower sprouts a leak and he has to duct-tape over it, except in this case he's the flamethrower, the leaks are of his self-confidence, and the duct-tape is Ossie's flirty little insistence on showering him in compliments.]

I mean............ can't hurt, right? [to be read in an equally coquettish voice]

[ossie_oswald]

I do like a man who knows what he wants. Now, let's see.

[ Ossie leans up to imprecisely kiss at his temple. ]

You have the kindest eyes. I love tangling my fingers in your hair, and kissing your cheek. The beard is suck a beaut look on you. Mm.

[ Ossie drifts his attention to nuzzle at Sharky's neck.

... ]

I got distracted. Where was I?

[broshaw]

[Sharky always knows what he wants. The trouble is when it comes time to express that want without immediately worrying that wanting anything is too much. A wiser person may point to the way he was raised, or more accurately, not raised. But Sharky's only ever able to point that deductive reasoning toward other people, so all he really knows about it is that he's got some mad insecurities.

That's why he twitches like he's being tickled every time Ossie offers up a compliment, and a little bit why he doesn't immediately prompt Ossie to keep going. But the rest of that is just enjoying being the center of attention.]

Oh, ummmm... hmm. [He giggles.] I dunno. Somewhere around the face, and now the neck... mannnnnn you are so fuckin' sweet. Two faces of a coin, huh? [he means that about Giles and Ossie, but uh. Words are dumb]

[ossie_oswald]

Oh, right, that's where I was.

[ Ossie bites him gently on the neck. And then giggles to himself around Sharky's neck, like this is the funniest thing he will ever do. ]