Party Rock Anthem only it's played on kazoos

[sacrificialpawn]

[Oscar is a practiced master at Coping (tm) in the face of things he would prefer not to address in any sort of healthy or rational manner. After the events of yesterday, he's somehow getting the feeling that he isn't the only one, which means that in his mind there is only one thing to do: this translates to yet another Walmart booze heist (even larger than the original), a few side trips to amass snacks because RIP his kitchen, and some haphazardly erected decorations in one of the spare rooms to try to at least give off something of a celebratory atmosphere... but let's be real here, this is just Misery x CPR x Reese's Puffs + alcohol.

Sunday morning will find handwritten notes tucked under everyone's doors inviting them to a party that evening, snacks and drinks (that particular word underlined a couple of times, just in case people didn't pick up on the meaning of "party") provided gratis.

There's alcohol, there's soda for the minors, there's plenty of junk food to eat, and there are a whole bunch of other people who are also Going Through It. What better recipe for a party could you ask for?

... don't answer that.]

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[sacrificialpawn]

[None braincells in this house, it's a charm point (no)--

But it's absolutely natural and he will hear nothing to the contrary. Why would he choose someone who scored lower or scored him lower? It's just common sense.

... the hand on his waist is a bit unexpected, though, but also not unwelcome. Hmm. He would consider that a bit more if he weren't otherwise occupied with trying to make sure this demonstration is an educational one for Vakama, because as long as he thinks about it in those terms it's fine.

Which is exactly why he lets it linger rather than breaking it off on his end even when he knows he really should. No harm, no foul, surely, and so it's with a grin on his face that he turns back to Vakama, pleased that he's been spared further attempts at playing charades to try to mimic kissing. He'll think about all of the rest of this later, probably with the help of a bit more alcohol.]

See? Like that. You can do more than just that too, but that's for people you're really into, and it's definitely not for an audience.

[Not that he will not sit there and popcorn the hell out of anyone who decides to do that in Spin the Bottle, but.]

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well then]

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[NOT THAT THE TANKS WILL NOTICE CAUSE THEY'RE BUSY but he absolutely ABSOLUTELY cannot watch this for more than a moment or so before viscerally turning his eyes away, so when Oscar finally speaks back up, not only is Vakama not watching, he's practically standing straight up and setting his glass aside.]

You know what.

I have changed my mind.

[sacrificialpawn]

H-hey...

[You know, Oscar managed to remain unruffled during the kissing itself, but now he's looking slightly flustered because he just did that?? for nothing???? VAKAMA ISN'T EVEN GOING TO PLAY AFTER ALL THAT?]

I guess you could always just kiss on the cheek if you don't wanna do that, or... can't do that.

[DON'T JUST LEAVE HIM STANDING HERE LIKE THIS??]

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I do not think that is a good idea.

[Deliberately not making eye contact, and every word he said kind of sounds caught between being heavily embarrassed at the concept and just deeply MORTIFIED.]

I-I appreciate you taking the time to explain yourself, but I... think it's best that I am, um... not here, if this is how the rest of this will... play.

E-Excuse me.

[Bye Oscar!]

[sacrificialpawn]

Uh, yeah... bye, I guess...

[Bro he can assure you that you are NOT the only one here who is embarrassed right now.

Just going to... very pointedly not look at Basilio for a moment while he gathers his thoughts... (Why is dealing with other people's emotions so much easier than with your own?)]