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[pitifulgerald]

"Have we?," he countered, brows furrowed teasingly. After he'd straightened his shorts out, he stood up straight again. "Steve Harv-," he laughed then shook his head. "Um, Rupaul, in But I'm A Cheerleader? If you've seen it?"

"We've all been there," Lip attempted to be comforting as Gerald scrambled for the hem of his shorts, which thankfully still seemed to be attached to his body if only wedged in his lower colon. "Prepare for trouble," he purred the first line of Team Rocket's greeting, affirming the guess on his costume. "And you are..." he narrowed his eyes, locking in. "Sexy Steve Harvey?"

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"Or exit lights... maybe." He smiled back at Dev, already trying to convince himself the whole interaction was funnier than it was embarrassing. "Short," he finished his thought for him with a nod. "Ohh I don't think I'd go that far. No pitting queens against each other, et cetera. But, thank you. Are you....? Sorry you're gonna have to help me out here."

"Yeah I kind of feel like they should have given us night vision goggles." Dev smiled as he reached out his hands to make sure Gerald was steady. "Wow, those shorts are," Dev cut himself off as he looked Gerald over. "Happy Halloween, you look great. Not even Rupaul looked that good."

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"What?" He couldn't hide the horror on his face as he looked down, and though he hadn't totally lost his shorts, they seemed to ride up so far they'd practically disappeared which wasn't much better. Quickly he unrolled them back down, giving Lip a sheepish smile once he looked up. "Thank you, I, uh, yeah. Pokemon?," he motioned to his outfit, the R on his top and color of his hair giving Team Rocket if they slayed.. but maybe he had that wrong.

As much as it was a common occurrence for him to lose Aria in the bustle of a party, he couldn't say it wasn't his own fault. He had the attention span of a gnat, constantly drawn to the next shiny thing– in that case, a glowing light disappearing down a terrifyingly dark hallway. "Oh Jesus! Are you-" he paused, looking Gerald over because he didn't seem like someone trying to cause trouble, "have you lost your pants?"

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Gerald could feel his shorts riding up throughout the night, to which he was constantly tugging back down. How the likes of Paul Mescal lived like this he had no clue. As he rounded a tight corner of the Addams house he got caught on some of their furniture, awkwardly stumbling back to ensure he didn't accidentally pants himself. "Oh shit sorry," he apologized as he bumped into someone, "Dark house."

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gerald as rupaul in but i'm a cheerleader.

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He nodded, "Make sense." Blowing your nose felt like kind of a private thing so Gerald didn't know if he should go or not, and instead ended up standing there awkwardly as he used his handkerchief. "Oh yeah, don't mention it. Don't think I'm much of a hanky guy. You're kidding." His face fell for a second, feigning his surprise, before it gave way to a smile again and he shrugged. "I.. try not to go to all of those. One or two a year's probably enough for me."

"I think? I don't know. I'm not a plant expert. I just know my mom has them and they don't have what makes people sneeze." His mother had probably gone over her various plant species at some point, but the information, as most information did with Patton, went through one ear and out the other. "Oh, thanks." Patton gave the other a quick bashful grin and wiped his nose before returning to his companion. "A nice hanky to remember you by. Didn't think I'd get a souvenir like that tonight. Well, shit dude you're in the wrong town then if you're not into the whole black tie thing. I swear there's an event once a month."

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"Venus fly-trap, are those hypoallergenic?" He'd never considered it before but it made sense and was maybe good to know? As a fellow sufferer of seasonal allergies himself. Gerald paused for a second then pulled the handkerchief from his breast pocket that he wasn't really sure was working for him anyway and offered it out to the guy. "Here. Don't worry about messing it up or anything, I'm not really doing the whole black tie thing that often."

"Who thought it would be a great idea to have a flower-themed gala," Patton miserably said in between sniffles. He was used to dead flowers or exotic plants his mother liked to keep around. The abundance of roses was causing his allergies to act up. How was one to have fun when they were sneezing to death? "Why couldn't this have been a Venus fly-trap gala or like not a rose gala."

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"Where else would I be," he posed as more of a statement of fact than a question, smiling when Dev found him. "Oh, yeah, dancing's... totalllly my thing. -In that I'll do that, not that I'm any good at it. Important distinction."

"I was hoping you'd be here," Dev admitted as he stumbled upon Gerald in the crowd. "You seemed like you were having fun with your friends but I was hoping you'd want to dance. Or is dancing not your thing?" @pitifulgerald

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Big grin across his face, Gerald nodded with him, feeling like he'd forgotten something. "Oh, yeah. I love you too." He knocked his elbow against Tom's, not nearly as articulate in his emotions as the most of the guys were. They knew how much they meant to him though, and he liked to think that gratitude came across in other ways. "Bumpin' that bumpin' that-," he pointed to Tom to keep up and sing along.

"I did, didn't I?" Tom nodded, as he came to the realization but he wasn't at all embarassed he'd repeated himself. In fact, his statement beared repeating. He really was so thankful for the guys, they truly were his soulmates. And the fact that they together, looked great and were having a great time, he couldn't be happier. "Well, I do." Tom laughed, nodding along to the music he knew to be Charli xcx's as BRAT was currently the number one album in their apartment.

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Gerald usually just stuck to weed- he knew how he reacted to it, that he could smoke and have a few drinks and generally feel normal, quote-on-quote. Everything else felt like too big a gamble but it was pride so he made an exception- he had to, he was told. "Uh-huh, you said that," he giggled back at Tom.

"I-I love you," Tom let his friends know, just overflowing with love in that moment. Well that, several shots handed to him by a sickening Sea Witch, a mixed drink or three and perhaps he might have indulged in some other drugs. But when in Rome or well, in their case, Atlantis. "No, seriously. I love you, g-guys." ( @nathan-rhee @chuck-diaz @pitifulgerald @knoxiousoverman )

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“That’s fair,” she laughed. “I think I’d have been the annoying one anyway, like the little sister you’re just a little embarrassed to be seen out with. My dad would be all, ‘please can you take Gemma with you.’ Maybe a dolphin with some little butterflies around it?” It was kind of a comical set up for what was essentially an airbrush tattoo, Gemma chuckling to herself as he took her hand. “Those are options. Ed like Hardy?" She watched the tattoo artist, if you could call them that, get to work on his stingray and tried to think of some names. "Does that tickle or is it.. cold? It looks like it'd be cold."

He thought about it for a moment, "Yeah, I can totally see the vibe. You totally give me 'i didn't have to deal with a sibling annoying me growing up' vibes," he told her with a laugh as he thought about it. "Ohhh, a beret! That's genius. Very sophisticated. What if you combine them? Butterfly riding a dolphin. Or the other way around, that would be something. Alright, let's do it." He gently got her back to her feet before he laid down on his stomach for the tattoo artist and told them what he wanted. It was a fake tattoo so he doubt it was actually gonna hurt but as he lay there, he still reached out for Gemma's hand. "I think I'll name the stingray Ed, or Sal or Stacey. Or something else."

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"That's cool. I'm an only child- do I give that vibe? I need you to be honest with me," she joked, though she wondered what it'd be like to have that kind of relationship with someone else. The closest she had was Walt and the rest of her friends she'd grown, she figured that was like having a sibling. "Wrong kind of sting," she agreed, smiling as his lips pressed against her shoulder. "Cool glasses are a must, or maybe a little hat? Like a beret. I'm leaning towards the dolphins still, or maybe like the classic tramp stamp butterflies."

"Yeah, I love it. I mean I'm her older brother so I do annoy the shit out of her sometimes but mostly we're just vibing. Share the chores, cultivate the space together and always start the day with a joint on the porch. It's good living." As someone who had experienced a lot of instability in his earlier years, he was grateful to be at a place where he truly felt settled and really loved his own space. Probably more than he had when he lived with Austin. "That's a fair point. I don't know if I'm the scorpion guy. Feels like the wrong kind of sting," he admitted, pressing a brief kiss to one of her shoulders. "Fuck it, stingray it is. But I'm gonna see if she can put like cool glasses on it or like a funny hat. What are you feeling?"

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"You live with your sister, do you like that?" She had to assume so, but Gemma didn't have any siblings either so she couldn't be sure. It was nice though, that they were that close. Only recently did she move out of her dad's too so she couldn't talk much there. "Me neither, it's going to be the highlight of my day, besides this, of course," she told him, pressing her lips to his. They sat a while longer until they were satiated with each other, and then headed to the temporary tattoos. Even when he pulled her into his lap she felt some color rise in her cheeks, which she hid by sticking her head in the tattoo book. "Scorpion's cool," she agreed, nodding. "I don't know if its you though, the stringray feels more you."

"No you haven't and my home is pretty fucking great. Plus my sister is staying at our Dad's place this weekend so we'll have the place to ourselves." Simon never missed a chance to talk about how proud he was of their little home and he was excited to have Gemma over. He felt like it was sharing another piece about himself and so far she had treated all the pieces of him fairly well. "I like this plan. A lot. I really didn't want to leave without my tramp stamp," he told her earnestly, leaning into the touch of her lips as his fingers brushed against one of her thighs. After a while of just sitting there, he finally got to his feet and pulled her up with him so they could go towards the temporary tattoo station. He took a seat and gently pulled her into his lap as the artist handed them the book of options. "Shit...I was so team stingray but this little scorpion looks fucking cool."

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As surprised as she was to be lifted off the ground, she found it impossibly hot too, smiling against his lips as they settled into the seating area. "It wasn't that long," she said with a shrug, a little giggly once they'd broke and were looking at each other again. "It's not a particular dream of mine, I mean, even if these are pretty comfortable. Plus I've never been to your home." The fucking part definitely wasn't lost on her but there was so much to learn about a person just from their room, so that had her a bit excited too. "After tattoos is good, and once I get this tramp stamp-," she didn't finish that thought, though the implication was there, and kissed his neck.

"Gloss. So smart. Tastes great," he mumbled, eventually taking a hold of the back of her thighs to lift her up easily and carry her out of the walkway and towards a seating area that was really just a bunch of bean bags. He eased them both down and settled his arms around her as they kissed. He eventually dropped his lips to her neck and trailed kisses down to her shoulder. "Sorry I waited so long," he told her, pulling back for just a moment to look at her, sure his face was flush and his lips a little red. "But you should really come home with me today. After the tattoos. Unless you've always dreamed of fucking on bean bags. Which, would totally make sense I just don't want sunburn on my ass cheeks."

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Since they'd met she wanted to hook up with him but she wouldn't call it a top priority of her's- sure it'd be nice but she liked just hanging out too. Gemma leaned into his touch as he pulled her closer and met his lips, arms draping over his shoulders while she kissed him. Passerby were the least of her concern, and they barely parted even as they were jostled around by the passing crowd. "Fucking rude right," she breathed back, sighing as his lips grazed her jaw. "On my lips? I wear a lot of gloss," she chuckled, closing the little gap between them to kiss hin again.

"They shouldn't be that big! Exactly. Just roaming around underneath the water. Sheesh." Simon had of course been thinking of this on and off since he met her but he had been enjoying the fact that she just liked his company and didn't seem to just want to be around him so she could hook up with him. Not that Simon was against that in any way. "I mean, now, later, after that," he told her with a grin before he slid a hand around her waist to pull her closer and leaned down to kiss her. He dropped his other hand to rest gently against her neck, not at all caring that they were standing in the middle of a walking path until enough people bumped past them. "You would think people know how to walk around, jesus," he mumbled, not quite pulling away as he kissed at her jaw a bit. "Do you use moisturizer? Cause wow your lips are so soft."

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"Oh I don't fuck with whales. They shouldn't be that big." Gemma laughed with him as he assessed her sunscreen application, moving so he could help her out. "Thanks." She smiled as she turned back to face him and they started walking again, the feeling of his hands on her shoulders still lingering a bit. "Oh!- yeah." It caught her off guard for a second, how both direct and nonchalant he was, but then she grinned, nodding. "I mean, today of all days, it'd sort of be a crime not to right," she agreed, chuckling as she stepped closer too. "Do you... want to now.. or later..."

"That would be so fucking cool. Whale's scare the shit out of me but I feel like I could totally become their friend." He laughed as he stepped behind her and saw the streaks. "You missed a couple of spots," he told her and spread the sunscreen out smoothly, giving both of her shoulders a light squeeze before he pulled away. "There you go, all protected." He was still close to her as he put the sunscreen back in his fanny pack. As they walked to the tattoo station and the sun hit them both, he glanced over at her with a slow growing smile. "Hey, you can tell me to fuck off if this isn't the vibe but do you ever wanna like...make out? Cause i think today is a perfect day for it. I mean every day is a perfect day for it but the vibes today are giving major make out with the hottest person here vibes, you know?"

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"What?" She gave him a look, knowing he didn't buy that for a second, but she was trying. In her defense too, it didn't feel that urgent, just like something that'd probably happen, eventually. "So true. We're all fully evolved here." Gemma sipped from her own drink, the two of them in sync as they moved through the festival. "Yeah, yeah, but I'm not just gonna throw myself at him. Am I?," she paused, reconsidering, then shrugged. "And what are about you, who are we ogling lately?"

"Yeah, right here and now. No better time than the present." He let Gemma know, as he placed his hands on her shoulders to get her loosen up a tad. And as he suspected, it'd begun to work. "Uh huh." Walt said with a playful roll of his eyes, as he knew that if Gemma was indeed trying she would have gotten with homie by now. "I'm definitely getting he's into you vibes, but you know, sexuality is such a spectrum nowadays. Who isn't kissing everyone around here?" He said with a sly smirk, before taking a small sip from his cocktail. "So... it's super flirty, you're hot, he's hot... what are we waiting for?" He said with a laugh. "Look there's nothing wrong with a little edging but eventually, somethings got to give."