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come on Virginia, don't let 'em wait [ OPEN ]
WHO: Everybody who wants in! Primarily adults, but idk maybe some teenagers sneak in with fake IDs or something.
WHERE: BARS..... and also probably some clubs because Jack is Jack.
WHEN: Valentine's night.
WHAT: A Valentine's Day celebration for the grownups. Initiate bar crawl.
WARNINGS: None right now, will update if necessary.
[ The first bar everyone is told to meet up at is ready for them - Jack's already bought a few rounds of drinks for everyone, kindly soul that he is. It's middle-of-the-line, comfortable, neither upscale or ratty. It's a perfect place to start.
From then on, the bars get progressively and progressively shittier, or weirder. Jack's willing to go to a good number of them, so feel free to make up your own theme for open threads and just say they went there at some point! This is pretty much just a mingle/party log spread out over multiple locations, so use it however you want. ]
WHERE: BARS..... and also probably some clubs because Jack is Jack.
WHEN: Valentine's night.
WHAT: A Valentine's Day celebration for the grownups. Initiate bar crawl.
WARNINGS: None right now, will update if necessary.
[ The first bar everyone is told to meet up at is ready for them - Jack's already bought a few rounds of drinks for everyone, kindly soul that he is. It's middle-of-the-line, comfortable, neither upscale or ratty. It's a perfect place to start.
From then on, the bars get progressively and progressively shittier, or weirder. Jack's willing to go to a good number of them, so feel free to make up your own theme for open threads and just say they went there at some point! This is pretty much just a mingle/party log spread out over multiple locations, so use it however you want. ]
C
[ Look whether or not they've had a ~moment~ or what, this is still happening. Jack is hammered and not getting any better, and suddenly it seems like a great idea to plop down opposite Bigby and... take his shirt off?
Why is he taking his shirt off. Nobody knows. He dramatically throws it down on the bar floor and drops his elbow on the table, gripping Bigby's hand. ]
I'll tickle your frickin' tulips, sunshine.
[ what the hell backwater southern crap is that even?? also a mystery. he says it like it's the slickest one-liner known to man. ]
belated insanity
this will be the first of at LEAST two times where he's seen Jack shirtless in twenty-four hours. ]
Stop― stop making everything sound so sexual, jesus. G-gonna snap your fuckin' arm off like a twig, sunshine.
[ that would normally sound... very violent under Bigby's normal gruff voice, but nope. not tonight. he's hiccuping or gasping for breath every other word and even relaxes his grip on Jack's. what does that mean, exactly? he kind of. tickles. the man's palm for the briefest of moments. ]
You sure you want to sign up for this? You're signing up for... for pain. I'm bringing you that. The pain. Understand?
i'm so ready
Did you just tickle me?
[ THE IMPORTANT PART HERE?? ]
no subject
[ if he wasn't tickling before, he purposely is now. to the point of fully releasing his grip on Jack to run his fingernails down the padding of the other man's fingers and down the lines on his palm.
Bigby immediately takes advantage of any confusion by gripping his hand and attempting to swing it down to the bartop. he is apparently the most unfair arm wrestler in the world when he is drunk if he did the same shit to Ardyn. at least he hasn't used his second hand yet?? ]
That's right, sucker. Gonna take you the hell down―
i can't believe i have a fucking icon for this
But here's what happens: Bigby tickles his palm and Jack is thrown off, making it little challenge to slam his hand to the table. He howls in surprise, rocking forward, and then - climbs onto the table?
And now he's tackling Bigby to the floor with something like cheatin' motherfucker! Yes. They're fucking dumb. ]
i have an icon for everything
okay, so maybe Bigby didn't expect Jack to react the way he does. maybe Bigby should expect just about anything at this juncture, but his mind is so weighed down by the immediate effects of alcohol that he can't even consider the effects of his actions. tickling a man's hand, let alone one that he had just had a rather intense convo with, is not on his list of things to do. but it happened.
and now he is apparently getting tackled, knocked out of his chair and on the ground. beer likely spills everywhere. glass shatters. he wouldn't have expected his supposed "cheating" to escalate into manhandling either, but again ― this is happening. ]
―Are you trying to pinch my fucking nipple? God, you insufferable pric―
[ yep, Jack is now in a headlock. shirtless Jack tucked around Bigby's formidable biceps. no big deal. ]