Fandom High School Host Club, Sunday Afternoon, March 09

[raspberryturk]

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!]

Comments

Re: Talk to Reno

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Yeeeeaah, I don't want to know what YOU'VE been doing, but on me that wouldn't fit at all."

Re: Talk to Reno

[raspberryturk]

"Trust me, Boom. I'll make it fit."

Re: Talk to Reno

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka raised his voice, so he could be heard over the other conversation in the room. "Look, I REALLY don't want to talk about your strange desire to shove things up my butt!"

Re: Talk to Reno

[raspberryturk]

"Keep pushin' it." Reno was going to behave. Reno was not going to take a swing. Reno was going to behave. Reno was not going to take a swing. Reno was goi-- Oh, hell.

Reno swung.

Re: Talk to Reno

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka ducked the swing, but ended up falling on his butt. On his back on the floor, he scrambled backwards, trying to get out of Reno's range.

Re: Talk to Reno

[raspberryturk]

Reno didn't follow, gritting his teeth and narrowing his eyes. He was going to behave, dammit.

"Just so's we're clear, here," he said, just as loudly as Sokka had been a moment before, "you been showin' more interest in wantin' to see my ass than you were every naked chick at that game of strip poker. And no, you ain't gonna see it."