fandomhigh | Fandom High School Host Club, Sunday Afternoon, March 09

When the various hosts arrived for Host Club today, they might notice that Reno was pacing around the music room, his arms crossed, an eyebrow raised. Tamaki was nowhere in sight.

This proved problematic, so far as princely duties were concerned.

"I'm sure as heck not callin' myself the Host Club King," Reno mumbled, looking around the room. He'd pulled out a couple of tables, some chairs, and made a halfhearted attempt at making the flowers that had been out two weeks ago look... semi-presentable. Reno wasn't so great with flowers, really.

There was no tea in sight. What Reno had smuggled into the room in a coke bottle, there, may or may not be alcoholic. It was difficult to say, really.

What was important to note, here, was that he was making at least a bit of an attempt to do Tamaki's club at least a little justice, here.

[OOC: I seem to have inherited a Host Club! Sorry this is up semi-late, DST and a Sweeney Todd poster managed to break my schedule. As usual, the Host Club is open for anyone to drop in and enjoy!]

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"Well, it couldn't HURT, could it?" Sokka grinned. "Or, hey, maybe Rikku could talk some others into coming?"

"Think I could convince her that this ain't a pimp club long enough for her to agree to do it?" Reno laughed a bit and shrugged. "Then again, 'pimp club' would attract a crapload of attention too, zoto."

"...She seemed to enjoy the booze and porn last time..." To be fair, Sokka looked a little embarrassed to be pointing that out.

Reno was smirking more.

"She was enjoyin' my lap, last time. Just happened to come with booze and porn. Like icing. But less kinky."

Icing was totally more kinky than porn.

The fact that Rikku was enjoying Reno's lap while he was watching porn worked its way to the logical conclusion in Sokka's brain, and he turned beet red.

Grasping for something, ANYTHING else to change the topic to, he went with "How is icing kinky?"

"Adds flavor, zoto." Reno wasn't going to clarify here. If Sokka couldn't use his imagination, then Reno was going to just have to let him suffer, really.

Okay, that was not exactly a "change" of topic, so much as new and exciting things for Sokka to try to get out of his head.

"So, how are classes?" he squeaked.

"Interesting," Reno smirked. Casual conversation was always more amusing when it came with some level of brain-breaking. "Art of Cool's goin' especially good, I'm thinkin."

"Yeah," Sokka grumbled. "I forgot to sign up for that one. Would've aced it, too."

"Missed a damn good time last class, then," Reno mused. "Should'a seen the look on Princess Ron's face when he found himself like, a half-freakin-foot tall."

"Yeah, what was THAT all about?" Sokka demanded. "It's not nice to pick on people who are lame."

Reno rolled his eyes. Oh, please. He so didn't need to be lectured about this.

"Aside from the fact that I owed him one for hittin' me with some kinda rubber-leg hex voodoo crap the first day of MercCon," he motioned with his thumb over at Barney, "that was his askin' price for the lesbian porn, zoto."

Sokka shrugged. Okay, so Reno was clear and blameless, then. But he narrowed his eyes at Barney. It was ON.

Then he leaned a little closer to Reno and grinned evilly. "WARK!" It was a pretty good imitation of a chocobo, for someone who'd never heard one.

Reno raised an eyebrow.

"You know, I'm all outta Shrivel, but I can turn you into a toad any time I want to," he said. Very calmly.

It was possibly a bad idea to wark at Reno when he was that calm.

"Hey, that's not fair!" Sokka insisted. "I'm only following instructions! It's not like I've even SEEN your butt, yet!"

"Yet? What, you think I'm gonna pull my pants down and let you have a good look at my ass?" There was something very seriously wrong with Sokka's head, perhaps? "You musta' been talkin' to Rikku."

"She seemed to think you should?" Sokka replied, with a wicked grin. "She said a description wouldn't do it justice."

"Never thought you'd be so anxious to get an eyeful of another guy's ass," Reno mused. "I ain't your type, man."

"Trust me, I do NOT want to see your scrawny, pasty butt again. It's what's ON the butt that I'm interested in."

Snort.

"What, you figure it's humiliatin' or somethin', havin' a chocobo on my ass?"

"Well, apparently Rikku does." Sokka grinned. "But I'm sure it's a very MANLY cute little birdie."

"You got any tattoos, Boom?"

"Not yet," Sokka replied. Because he SO TOTALLY was going to, at some point. It was, like, one of the rules of awesome. "But when I do, it's not going to be of a STRANGE MUTANT OSTRICH-HORSE, and it's not going to be on my BUTT."

Reno pointed to the red marks on his face.

"Get back to me about my ink when you actually got the balls to go out and get some of your own, Boom. I already got th' ones that count, zoto. The chocobo just means I was havin' a damn good night, don't you think?"

"Bah," Sokka replied, waving a hand dismissively. "I think it just means you made an ass of yourself."

He was right about the ink, though. Sokka'd have to rectify that soon.

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