Sleepovers!

[afterlifer]

Who: Everyone is invited!
What: Sleepovers!
When: Saturday night.
Where: Boys are in the , girls are in the SSS Headquarters.
Warnings: All kinds of shenanigans including a hot or not discussion. Let a mod know if there's anything you need to update in here as soon as it crops up! And possible violence but we have a bunch of violent buttheads here when is that ever not a possibility??

SLEEPOVER IN THE SSS HEADQUARTERS! Girls only, September 14th. BYO Mattress and we'll lay them across the whole floor and it'll be like a bounce house but with mattresses! Food and drinks provided. Entertainment will include making fun of the boys, rating them on various factors, laughing at really embarrassing stories, horror stories, and basically anything else you can think of. Also kicking any perverts who come near the sleepover in places they won't appreciate. PJs only.

BOYS ONLY! SLEEPOVER IN THE GYM The girls think they can have a sleepover and leave us out of the fun, but they're wrong! Join the Boys Only sleepover on the same night as the girls' for a great hang-out time! Food and drinks will be there. There'll be games too! And we're TOTALLY NOT GOING TO SPY ON THE GIRLS NO SIRREE.

QUICK LINKS
Obviously anyone can get into any event-- it's not like there's security besides the people at the sleepover. But be careful! If you get caught, who knows what horrors await those who are found sneaking in to a sleepover they weren't invited to!

Girls Side Food & Drinks Hot/Not of the Boys Tales of Horror Embarrassing Stories Pillow Fight Other (Conversations)

Boys Side Food & Drinks Hot/Not of the Girls A Secret Mission Twister Pillow Fight Other (Conversations)

Comments

[sweetjeans]

Balance, ha, I got a ton of balance.

[Something, of once, being shorter then Marco would prove to be to his advantage? Considering his victory already won.]

Hey Marco, kinda sounds like you're afraid of losing, is that why it doesn't belong at the sleepover?

[bodt]

[ is that a challenge I hear? ]

I'd say you're on, Jean. I hope you're willing to take the blow when I beat you, though.

1/2

[sweetjeans]

I wont need to, loser. Get ready to have your ass kicked!

What are the rules? You gotta put your feet and hands on these little dots, right?

[Wow, that sounds really gay to be playing with a bunch of dudes. There's no going back now, Marco's going to lose anyway.. but maybe..they should get someone else to play so it's not just.. him and Marco kinda-- rolling around on a mat together.] Bertholdt! You shit, get over here and play this stupid mat-dot game with us.

2/2

[toobig]

Huh...?

[He had been watching passively, as usual, but not really paying attention to what they were talking about. He'd only come to the sleep over for the food and because Marco and Jean had dragged him, of course, so he hadn't expected to be pulled into any of the games.]

Mat-dot game? What?

[bodt]

It's pretty easy, Bertholdt. All you have to do is spin the dial and call what shows up. So it's... "Right Hand, Red" right now, for example. Do you want to spin the... spinner?

1/2

[toobig]

The... uh, the spinner?

[He looks down at the flimsy spin card, flicking the arrow a little experimentally.]

Sure... I-I wouldn't be good at the game anyway.

2/2

[sweetjeans]

No, Marco, he has to play too just sit that thing above the mat or whatever and we'll manage. [Like hell... he's playing this alone with Marco.. the more it's mentioned and talked about-- yeah, not a good idea.]

[bodt]

Oh, okay. I thought you needed three people...? [ Marco just laughs it off, of course. ]

In that case, feel free to join us, Bertholdt.

[sweetjeans]

Alright so.. you just spin the thingy and it tells you where I put my hands or feet, right? [Jean first, just sort-a.. glad Bertholdt was here to be there unannounced third-wheal.

Spilling the little plastic arrow around till he got a color and a attachment to place over it.] Right hand on a red dot, I just pick one? [Doing so, pulling his hand over the red dot in the middle.]

[bodt]

Yeah, I think so. It starts out simple, then gets harder as you go, it seems.

[ Marco puts his right hand on a red dot ward the edge, giving Jean his space. ] Now what? Left-foot on green, is that it?

[toobig]

[Bertholdt stays silent for the most part, trying to keep away from them because one, he's awkward and two, he's a sweaty giant. He puts his hand down on the red dot in the corner, and his foot a bit further in on green.]

Like... this?

[sweetjeans]

{ooc: pic for good reference because I forgot what this fucking thing looks like ahahh.}

[Sweaty is going to take up the whole mat..] Alright.. my turn. [Spinning the dial till it landed on a color..] Right foot, yellow. [Picking the side closer to Marco trying to think strategically. If Bertholdt ended up over top him Jean would surely fall that guy's heavy and sweaty, it's not the kinda weight he could support.]

[bodt]

[ Marco honestly... okay, he's not normally this forward, but screw it. They're both dead, right? And they kissed. So it'd be totally fine if Jean fell and landed on him or something. So, right foot yellow, it is. Marco's flexible enough that he doesn't even mind. ]

Okay, next one?

[sweetjeans]

[O-Oh wow-- there was two options, face to face with Bertholdt or Marco.. Jean knew who he was going to pick but that didn't stop the initial panic.] Ah-- right hand.. blue..

[Waiting for Marco to move, he only really had one way to go, same with Bertholdt, they would both need to move towards the center and guess who was dead in the middle curled between both their legs. Finally working up the courage to do it, faces so close their noses touched. Jean was obviously flustered, his cheeks so bright..only a fool wouldn't be able to tell what he was thinking.]

[toobig]

[With Jean turned to Marco, Bertholdt was met with Jean's ass in his face and he sighed, having to maneuver himself down and reach beneath Marco to touch his hand to...]

Left hand yellow.

[bodt]

[ Marco did just as instructed, smiling at Jean even as their faces almost touched. He'd been using his left hand to balance himself, but now he'd have bring it down. There was only so much room for him to move. ]

I can see how this can get complicated quickly...

[sweetjeans]

Y-yeah.. [God-- He can just smell in on himself already, nervously sweating all over. Surely going to slip and fall right on his ass if his palms didn't dry soon enough. Their faces so close.. feeling like such a coward. Why was this so hard?]

M-marco.. I- [Just the sound of his name sent his heart racing, this was getting ridiculous!! Eye's rammed closed and lips threw themselves against his- this would be the only kiss Jean has ever given someone, other then his mother.. His feelings still very hard to express, physical contact was the only thing that seemed to work them out of the cracks that held him back.]

[bodt]

[ O-oh, well... that certainly catches Marco off-guard. While they'd kissed once before, he wasn't actually expecting Jean to-- it's an awesome surprise, of course. He's going to ruin their game like this, but Marco doesn't mind all that much. He gladly kisses back, not even losing his balance as he leans in. ]

[ Bertholdt is gonna see, Jean... ]

[toobig]

[Well..... Finally.]

[He doesn't know whether to be happy, or just sigh. Bertholdt's heart sinks a little. He doesn't like either of them, but it... still makes him feel a little shitty.]

[Bertholdt knew it would happen, had even hoped it would, but ...he was jealous. Not of either one of them in particular... just jealous that they had one another, when he..............]




[He doesn't even try stopping the game, or ruining it for them like he sort of wants to. He slips his hand from underneath their hovering bodies and gets up off the mat. Straightening up, he hurries out of the room.]

[sweetjeans]

[Not expecting Bertholdt to up and leave, his judgement clouded by his own wants and need pulling off Marco's lips with a sick look on his face. Worried enough as he was over his feelings fucking up his relationship with his best friend let alone the few people from his world that were left.. Had he done something wrong? This was so bullshiting-ly hard it wasn't fair..

He can't really.. seem to make a decision on what to do next, not until hearing Marco's reaction and perhaps that was a bit selfish but-- damn it! He can't always think of everyone else, Jean's got his own problems too, you know? The leader in him wants to go drag that kid back and make him sit down and tell the only two people he's got left what makes him so god damn sad but.. that takes some courage Jean's lacking right about now.]

[bodt]

Ah-ah, Bertholdt...! [ Marco tries to reach for the taller teen but he ends up losing his balance, landing on Jean with an 'oof.' Was it... not okay? Well, Marco knew for a fact that Bertholdt was interested in Reiner. Maybe seeing Marco and Jean reminded him of him crush? ]

[ Dammit, now he feels bad... ]

Sorry about that, Jean... I guess we scared him off.

[sweetjeans]

[Jean really didn't mind how crushed he felt right about now... so many things rushing though his brain currently most importantly, before anything else, was his concern of Marco uncaring of what happened.. mostly the kissing part, that had taken so much courage..]

Y-yeah.. we should go, ah-- find him, you know.. a-after-

[-"you get off of me." Eye averting with flushed cheeks, can't even finish his sentences.]

[bodt]

[ Can you blame Marco for being concerned? Jean might want him off, but it's too bad Marco just pulls Jean into a hug. Now that he'd initiated a kiss-- during Twister, no less, that pretty much made them official, right?. Marco looked down at Jean, his cheeks flushed. Gosh, he didn't think it was possible for Jean to throw caution to the wind. ]

You really do like me, huh, Jean?

[sweetjeans]

[Arms went right around the other boy when they hugged, face nestled quietly in Marco's shoulders thinking long and hard over what this was all going to mean in a few hours.. Just kinda blushing right back as their eyes locked to a gaze, hands slowly coming down from his back and over Marco's shoulders.]

Y-yeah.. Yeah, I do.

A lot more than you probable will believe, but whatever...

[bodt]

Aw, Jean. I believe you.

[ Marco noses at Jean's hair, chuckling softly. He's had a crush on Jean for some time, but he never even let himself imagine that Jean might like him back. It's like he's dreaming. He leans in to press a soft kiss on Jean lips, his face lit up to a smile. ]

After all, I like you too.