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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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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.]
(ooc: feel free to mingle amongst yourselves! I'll be popping in and out between threads. Characters are allowed to bring their own food & snacks too.
PM me or shoot any questions at
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Tatsuo won't think badly on Fynn for that. He'd volunteered as bait himself a couple times. It can be an effective strategy, as well as absolutely terrifying.
"That was pretty brave."
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Seriously, he was going to make Fynn sound AMAZING to everyone here. That was definitely a goal of his. Because seriously the man was wonderful and he felt others should be aware of this.
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"Well, that works too! Whatever gets the job done in the end."
Jirou doesn't have to convince Tatsuo of much, as he already thinks pretty highly of Fynn.
"Was the acid monster anything like the slime monsters later?"
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He laughed a little bit. At that point he'd been hurt enough that he did the smart thing and had made his way home. It wasn't that he didn't want to help it was just that he knew he was more helpful out of the way.
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"Count yourself lucky, they were huge, and they smelled awful. Especially when they burn."
Tatsuo shakes his head... then goes to pour himself more sake.
"What else did you and Fynn do, besides fight acid monsters together?"
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So much for making Fynn look cool. He was about to destroy that with one less than five minute video in just a moment.
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There is no hesitation in Tatsuo's answer.
"Please, show me."
Sorry, Fynn. This is too good to pass up.
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And the award for best chocobo performance went to....Fynn!
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The video has Tatsuo in absolute stitches. He has to lean against a table, he's laughing so hard, though he's trying to be quiet about it.
"Oh my god, that is the best thing I've seen all week. Such an accurate imitation."
Tatsuo feels he's in a position to judge, considering how up close and personal he's been with a herd of chocobos.
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Jirou was the best and worst person ever for Fynn's reputation. And yet Jirou was the one Fynn hero worshiped.
Go figure.
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Tatsuo whips out his phone and enables the bluetooth.
It's not that he wants to embarrass Fynn with the video. But if he ever needs a good hearty laugh again... this video clip is perfect.
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Jirou put his away soon after with a giggle.
"Hopefully we can get him to play charades again sometime for more fun impressions."