recolle | Celebrate Good Times

WHO: Fynn Izunia, Team Brandywine, Colleagues & Close CR
WHERE: The Outdoor Patio, Ardyn’s House
WHEN: 8/26 (Afternoon)
WHAT: Fynn makes good to throw a little cookout for his colleagues to celebrate their alleged victory. Of course, he sought Ardyn’s permission first before slapping this shindig together. There's not much in the form of decorations but there's plenty of food, drinks and ice cream to go around.
WARNINGS: Copious amounts of alcohol? Other than that, nothing really.

[The telltale aroma of meat frying on the grill is enough to entice anyone to visit the party out back. It's not so much of a party as it is a small gathering of friends and coworkers alike. It's rather low key event much to everyone's surprise since Fynn isn't someone you would describe as low key. The man's a loud and abrasive asshole even on a sunny day but be damned if he can't cook. Even with his right arm still sore from stitches and bandaged from the shoulder down, Fynn managed to get most of the food prepared for this afternoon. He's been working since morning to get everything set
Up but not without Ardyn's help here and there. Fynn might know how to grill but his take on potato salad is an acquired taste most wouldn't appreciate.]

Okay! The hamburgers are done![He yells over towards the others. Fynn Really shouldn't be drinking while grilling but he has a beer in one hand, and the cooking tongs in the other.] Better get them before the cat does!

[He's referencing the mischevious black feline that's literally stalking both him and the grill. Erebus, Ardyn's cat, is on the prowl. Either make peace with the fact the cat will beg you to oblivion for the food or offer it some. Either way welcome to the party and please don't spike the fruit punch Fynn made. There's plenty of sake, beers and wines to go around. The fruit punch and soda is meant for the younger guests who aren't quite twenty-one yet.

Don't even think about grabbing a beer, kids. Fynn has eyes on the back of his head and a sixth sense for that nonsense.]

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Near-death experiences are all the rage in Recollé as of late. Why not celebrate surviving while you're still alive? That's Fynn's logic in all this. Besides, he thought it would be nice to throw a small cookout for everyone after all this hardship. They've certainly earned a reprieve from all things grim and gloomy. Now that the city is free of monsters again, they can go back to being somewhat normal again. That's a good thing, right? Fynn perceives it that way even though there's no going back to 'normal' ever again.

"Huh?!" Fynn nearly chokes on his beer once he overheard Togusa talking to the cat. He peeks over at his colleague with a sheepish grin as he salutes the man with his bottle. "I guess the cat is out of the bag, huh?" Fynn admits as he approaches. He honestly forgot all about that prank and accidentally invited Togusa without even thinking about it. Is it too late for him to proclaim his innocence? Fynn's going to try anyway.

"It was all Ardyn idea!" He lies.

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Oh, now that's interesting and unexpected. Togusa starts to pet Erebus while he looks up. "Really? And here I wasn't expecting a three-man job."

"Koutarou and I had a really long debate on this one," Togusa explains. "Because, at first, I thought, no, it's too obvious, they're pointing the finger too hard at Ardyn. Oh, but who would have access to pictures of his cat? So, I thought Souji. But nobody saw Souji that morning. So maybe somebody that nobody at the front desk would have noticed walking in."

Togusa tilts his head to the side, gestures with his non-cat-scratching hand. "But Koutarou wondered if it wasn't a double-fake. If Ardyn wouldn't specifically plant evidence to frame himself to get me to think the opposite. Ardyn is exactly the kind of man who would tear down his own image for a joke."

"So we were both right?"

"Um, yeah?" A nervous chuckle escapes Fynn as he tries not to seem suspicious here. "I mean, I guess so! Ardyn likes to do strange things sometimes." He claims with a slight grin upon his face. The alcohol may or may not be in effect here but at least he's all smiles right about now. He's certain that Togusa already knows it was Tatsuo and him who came up with that elaborate prank but he won't admit yet.

Fynn plans on milking this silliness for whatever it's worth.

"Does it even really matter anymore? I think not."

"Not really," Togusa admits, shaking his head with laughter. "No. I just thought it was funny. I did declare you guys the winners, by the way. You got full marks for 'inconvenience' because it took me forever to undo it all. And for 'not actually harmful.' What tipped you over the mark was that I didn't immediately know who it was."

"Koutarou got second place because his was the most unexpected, and I'm still finding more evidence of it all around my apartment. It only makes me laugh more every time."

Togusa pokes at his hot dog, but there's still one thought bugging him. "You know. The real conclusion we came to, when we were talking this over, was that it couldn't be Ardyn, because of the wording of the bingo square. 'Prank an authority figure.' So if Ardyn did it, it would be a tacit admission that I am an authority figure. And I didn't know if he would be willing to do that."

A sigh of relief escapes Fynn but he didn't even know he was holding his breath here. He knew Togusa could take a joke. "Did you now?" Fynn says with his usual charismatic smirk. He's definitely amused to hear this. "Nice! I kind of feel like I deserve the Purple Heart or something for successfully pranking you. I actually forgot all about that Bingo stuff." Much to his chagrin, Fynn actually had fun pranking people. It was absurdly childish but be damned if it wasn't fun.

Too bad all of that mess lead up to the hell they would face a month later. All this blood, sweat and tears left a bad taste in Fynn's opinion of Retrospec but he's honestly too tired to fuss about them now. If anything, he's just glad everything is all over.

"I have to ask, what was Koutarou's prank? I know I get the 'gold star' here and all but I'm curious? Also, isn't Erebus a cute little kitty?" He says while eying the feline that is currently meowing at him for some food. "Listen to him get those high notes! He's like an American Idol." Fynn knows he's going to have to give the cat his own plate of food to calm it down. The cat been harassing anyone who's chewing.

Okay, cat, you are coming up into Togusa's lap, then, even if his dog is going to be very confused about why he smells like cat when he gets home. It doesn't deter Erebus at all, who is now sniffing after Togusa's food, specifically. Brat.

"I took pictures of the full effect, but Koutarou had those little craft googly eyes that you can stick on things? He put them everywhere. My silverware, the coffee pot, vandalized a few of my framed photos. It was impressive! And really funny. He stayed over, I never thought he'd stay up while I was asleep just to pull off something like this."

"I keep finding something I missed and laugh every time. It's performance art, I swear!" Togusa shakes his head. "Koutarou knows how to get me."

"Well, what about you, then, Mr. Authority Figure? Manage to dodge out of most of the pranks, or did somebody get you?"

Erebus is the reigning King of the Brats because Ardyn loves to spoil this darling cat. Fynn does too but he'll never admit. Erebus always gets the best food, the best toys and the best cuddles. That's why that feline is attempting the grand heist of stealing Togusa's food. Beware, copper. He's the best thief ever.

"Googly eyes, huh? That is a really good one." Fynn says with a snicker as he tried to envision the look on Togusa's face once he woke up that morning. Too bad no one videotaped that. Fynn could use a good laugh.

"I think no had the balls to prank me." He states with a rather smug smirk. "Apparently I have a bit of a reputation, if you will."

Togusa is still looking at Fynn, but slowly shoving his plate further away from the cat, who is slowly stretching his nose out further to try to grab the hot dog. One paw advances an inch at a time every time he thinks Togusa isn't looking. His tail swishes into Togusa's face right as Togusa's about to speak.

"Oh, really?" Pfaf. That is half a skritch, half a trying to restrain the cat. "I hadn't heard? What is this reputation you speak of?" Togusa has to at least try to make fun of Fynn here. He shakes his head.

"I know I was the easy target, but still."

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