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Who SPIKED the Punch?; [2 months later]
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Rashid Kurama May 3 2009, 10:56 PM Post #1
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Rashid was undercover again.

In the punch bowl.

He had been there for a long time. Ever since they had carted the giant basin out for the event. He was cold. And wet and sticky. Someone had decided to spike the punch, too and the grain liquor that had been applied to the pool of fruit and juice had begun to sting his eyes.

Time to get out.

With a very movie-esque yet inconspicuous splash he revealed himself.

He had gotten an invitation to this party out of luck. He happened to find one on the ground just outside. He knew Quatre would be here. Don't ask how. Man, I am lazy.

His outfit was unique and something he would have never dressed up as in a million years, but Abdul had talked him into it. He had caved and decided to dress like the character he was always confused with. What was his name again? Oh, WOLVERINE.

And not the sexy movie Wolverine but the old-school comic book style one with the tight yellow and blue gimp suit. He even had been talked into the retractable blunt metal claws! Oh yes, he was looking epic.

He shook his body like a dog, drying immediately though in the process drenched a few ball attendees nearby with a shower of pink grapefruit and inched closer to the wall. He could see over the tops of everyone's heads but we all know who he was looking for.

He didn't see that platinum blond bob anywhere. With a small frown he crossed his arms over his chest and kept a look out, hoping to spot Quatre before the young man spotted him.
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Sgt. Hatred May 4 2009, 05:44 PM Post #2
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Hatred was standing next to the punch bowl, a cup in his hand and a sad look on his face. He was wearing his normal uniform with the huge H on his face. He knew this was a costume ball, and he just thought that his normal arch villian costume would suffice. He was also the one who spiked the punch he was standing next to, and it was for a good reason too. Princess Tinyfeet had just finished moving her stuff out of the house, and it was just him and his henchmen in that large house. So, he decided to start drinking again, and smoking, and damn that restraining order making him stay at least 50 ft from any small suculant child. Oh well, what can you do? Hatred decided to come to this party only because he knew it would give him something to do, and take his mind off of Princess Tinyfeet. However, his mind went straight to the memories they had together. At least the ones he had of those tiny little niblet feet of hers. A shudder now passed through him and a feeling of ecstasy. This feeling was very short lived as a man came bursting out of the punch bowl.

"HOLY HELL! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" He yelled as it was very odd that a man would come out of a punch bowl. He watched the guy get out quickly and start looking around for someone. Hatred moved next to him, he had to talk to the guy. An enterance like that interested him, hell it would be perfect to do against his arch enemy. "So who are you looking for? I havent seen any of those sexy little children around. Guess it's because this is an adult party. But hell, I thought they would at least have one of those bouncing things in the back for the kiddies to play in. Oh well, guess my luck isn't THAT good."
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Rashid Kurama May 4 2009, 08:43 PM Post #3
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"HOLY HELL! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

Rashid raised an eyebrow at the exclamation. He turned to look at the man with the giant H painted - or was that a tattoo - on his face.


"So who are you looking for? I havent seen any of those sexy little children around. Guess it's because this is an adult party. But hell, I thought they would at least have one of those bouncing things in the back for the kiddies to play in. Oh well, guess my luck isn't THAT good.
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He must mean young women because no pedophiles would have been invited to this party, right?

"Um, no." Wolverine said plainly, narrowing his eyes at the peculiar man. He studied him closer. He was in some sort of green military uniform, and he was huge. Almost as tall as Rashid, and twice as wide! He almost felt intimidated. Almost. This man had a neck, though- which meant it was capable of being snapped.

And Rashid was okay with snapping a neck if someone got out of line.

"I am looking for a young man named Winner-" he said, though he hoped that this creepy guy had never met Quatre. The young blond in the same room with this creep spelled disaster.

"How do you know the Kushrenadas?" He asked suddenly, not able to get over this odd and rather perverse soldier. Or maybe he wasn't a soldier and this was his costume for the party?
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Quatre R. Winner May 4 2009, 09:51 PM Post #4
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Quatre innocently walked into this cracky thread. The plan was to get him in a situation where he wouldn't have to be drunk to get into trouble, what with the no drinking thing.

He approached the bar near the punch bowl without even noticing Rashid and the hulking military man which meant he was thinking about other things. Like how to take advantage of a drunken acrobat. He knew he could trip him into bed somehow...

After consulting the bar tender on whether he could actually get a sidecar or not, he finally stumbled across an old man who preferred them as well and made one for himself and for Trowa. Quatre thanked him multiple times before plucking a happy yellow parasol from behind the bar to stick it in the drink. It wasn't quite the type of drink that warranted a parasol- but he knew it would make Trowa happy.

With drink in hand he made his way past the punch bowl again when he heard a familiar voice say, "young man named Winner-"

Which stopped him in his tracks. He turned around to see a rather attractive, muscular body clad in yellow and blue leather. The square jaw was oddly familiar...

"Rashid?" Quatre blurted as the Wolverine costume hit his little brain. He approached cautiously, giving the man with the "H" on his face a nervous smile. "Rashid, is that you?"

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Rashid Kurama May 4 2009, 10:11 PM Post #5
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"Rashid, is that you?"

Rashid stiffened. No, his muscles, silly. He knew that voice! He turned around expecting to see the little blond cherub he had been worshiping for over a decade and was shocked, and somewhat disgusted at what he saw.

"M... master Quatre?" He muttered, shocked. The boy's formerly brilliant platinum locks were doused with black shoe polish! And his eyes were red, not the shimmering aquamarine they had been before! He frowned when he saw the tips of two vampire teeth poking over the top of the young man's glossy, pale pink lips. "You look different."

He wasn't sure what else to say. Obviously he was in costume, but why would he choose something so revolting? After all, he could have come in many different disguises!

He could have stayed true to his Arabian heritage with a genie costume!

ANYTHING would have been better than this Panic at the Disco crap!

This was just as bad as that one time when Instructor H came to that Halloween party years back in that super hero costume.

"Master Quatre, this is Sgt. ... what was your name again, sir?" He stepped closer to Quatre and looked down at the drink in his hand. He hoped it was nothing more than orange juice. If Quatre ever started drinking it would be the end of the world. No, really.
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Sgt. Hatred May 5 2009, 08:30 PM Post #6
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Sgt Hatred nodded some as the other told him that he was looking for someone named Winner. "Well, I haven't seen anyone by that name." Then the question about how he knew the Kushrenada's came up. "Well I don't actually know the Kushrenada's" He pronounced that Koo-Shrin-Nayda's. "My neighbor Tsubirov knows em and gave me an invitation. He is a real nice guy, he's into some of the same stuff I am." of course he didn't say it out loud, but he meant that Tsubirov liked little boys as much as he did. Man, what he wouldn't do for one of those sweet innocent little boys right in front of him right now dressed as a boy scout. Hell dressed as a girl scout would be fine with him too. Well, the thought didn't last long as he heard a sweet young angelic voice.

"Well, who do we have here?" He asked as Quatre came over. This kid couldn't be over the age of 15! At least that is what he looked, and considering this was the youngest person he saw at the party, he had to have him. The kid was a bit older than what he liked, but he made up for it in how damn cute he was. As Rashid asked what his name was again, Sgt. Hatred leaned close and grabbed Quatre's hand, bringing it up to kiss the back of it. "My name is Sgt. Hatred. It's a pleasure to meet someone as succulent as you. . . " a grin formed on his face as he stared into the boys eye's. Was this love?
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Quatre R. Winner May 6 2009, 07:58 AM Post #7
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"My name is Sgt. Hatred. It's a pleasure to meet someone as succulent as you. . . "


Succulent? Quatre had been referred to as many things in his life from a wide variety of people, but never succulent.

Feeling like a stuffed holiday pig, he watched the enormous man kiss his hand and instinctively tensed. The way the guy was looking at him made his skin crawl.

"I... um," despite all of that diplomatic training he was stricken. He just didn't know what to say. His eyes began searching around for something to do. But what? He looked down at the drink clutched in his hand. Oh yes, Trowa.

"I really should be heading back," he explained in mock apology, taking a few steps backward. "It was nice meeting you Sgt.... Hatred?" The name spilled from his mouth incredulously. He impolitely yanked his hand out of the man's grasp, bowed his head and was just about to retreat when he noticed a rather pathetic expression forming on the enormous man's face. He looked like he was about to cry at his sudden retreat.

Quatre frowned and scolded himself for being so rude. Despite the bad feeling he was having about the guy he didn't want him to cry or anything. You know, that Quatre being too nice thing.

"Um, I mean. I'm sorry. My name is Quatre Raberba Winner." The name felt jut as heavy as the tracking device around his ankle. He attempted his best smile. "Hatred is an odd name. Or is that your nickname? Or maybe the name of the character you have dressed up as for this party?"

As he spoke he looked across the crowd he saw a flash of light. The source of the flash was Heero who was standing with an obviously drunken Duo and Trowa. Did Trowa just kiss Duo on the cheek? The corner of Quatre's mouth perked as he saw them stumbling over each other. It was nice to see Trowa getting along with friends.

But was Trowa's hand empty? The drink! Quatre turned to Rashid and shoved the glass with the yellow parasol in his hand. "Rashid, can you do me a favor and take this over to Tro- um. I mean, Captain Kirk over there? He is standing beside the Dread Pirate Roberts. Thank you, I'll be there in a moment."

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Rashid Kurama May 6 2009, 08:03 AM Post #8
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When Sgt. Hatred touched Quatre it took everything in Rashid not to snap his neck right then and there.

When Quatre shoved the drink in his hand to take over to a bunch of boozers he was furious!

He hadn't seen the young man in two months with minimal phone contact. Technically Quatre was not Rashid's employer any longer, Ine was. He didn't have to do anything Quatre asked of him.

But he did it anyway.

Despite the young Winner's situation he would still always be the leader of the Maguanacs and as such would always be obeyed by any Maguanac he encountered.

Rashid obediently took the drink, gave Sgt. Hatred a warning glare and lumbered into the drunken thread.

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"Well it's nice to meet you Quatre. Anyways, I'm not in any costume. My name is Sgt. Hatred and this is how I allways look. Even infront of my henchmen!" He smiled again at the boy until his face turned to horror. He was facing the door and could se anyone that was walking inside. His eye's caught someone he never thought he would see at a place like this. Princess Tinyfeet. . . His mouth suddenly went dry and his tear ducts began to work in overdrive. He felt as if he would fall over crying at that very moment. "If you will excuse me Quatre. . . I have some business I need to take care of." And with that Sgt. Hatred departed from the presence of the younger male, in search of his ex-wife. . . He needed to talk to her. Tell her how much she means to him, how much he loves her and how he would do anything for her. .
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Quatre R. Winner May 7 2009, 05:53 PM Post #10
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The man looked like he was about to burst into tears. Again. He seemed highly unstable and Quatre wasn't sure what to do about it. He frowned around his little vampire fangs and watched as the man approached a woman with very small feet. She promptly threw a drink in his face and started yelling at him.

That wasn't good.

Oh, Space Heart intuition.

He hopped into another thread, where his drunken comrades and Rashid were.

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