Guys' Night [OPEN]

[seafloor]

WHO: Dudes, dude. Bring all your dudely Outsiders, bro.
WHAT: Man I sure wish I could tell you Cracking a cold one open with the boys
WHERE: The Onsen
WHEN: 4/11
WARNINGS: Alcohol, nudity, dad jokes... This'll be updated accordingly

[ A few days after the girls have had their fun (cause girls just wanna have fun), another blanket text sweeps over the Outsiders' inboxes. This time, it's from Kaito: and he is proposing a very original idea that all the guys should come by the hot springs in a few days' time. Gossip and bathing are optional, but an empty stomach is mandatory.

Several pictures of newly purchased smokers, grills, and even a fucking pizza oven can be seen at various points throughout the message. There are also mountains of stacked beer and soda cases. Kaito's apparently going to be cooking enough to feed the whole base, or so he purports.

Where did he get all the money for this? Whatever, it's free!

He also adds in no uncertain terms that if any girls try to show up and sneak a snack, he will send them home with a stern warning and a bottle of water.

If you take him up on the invitation, welcome! It's a spring cookout and Pitmaster Kaito Nagano is going to be serving up enough barbeque to temporarily turn the onsen area into a Texan territory within Japan. Seriously, there's gonna be a metric fuckton of food and booze, and the hot springs will be right there when you're ready to get hot and hungover.

There are absolutely no plans after food. Feel free to stick around and socialize, but you will not be publicly shamed for just yoinking a plate and dip setting. Probably.

Aside from the barbeque, there are some horseshoes and cornhole boards set up (google it, it's safe, this is not a bit it's just a funny name for an american game) for dudes to try their hand-eye coordination at after having one too many drinks.

If you're feeling particularly brave, Kaito's got an ice box full of artificial fish (all the meat's artificial, let's be real) that you can try to attract a feral cat with. Good luck. ]

(( ooc: hello yes i didn't want The Boys™ to feel left out so feel free to make top levels and just get some general cookout social time in with your boyos. make it as friendly or awkward or awkwardly friendly as possible. go nuts. get naked. cause a ruckus. [ insert toxic masculinity here ] ilu ♥ ))

Comments

[gimu]

When you put it that way…

[ he finally cracks open that random can of beer, staring at it dolefully like maybe the rising foam will tell him what comes next. (it won’t, but google has been instrumental so far.) ]

Thanks for the meal.

[seafloor]

[ Kaito's halfway to lifting a can so he can offer a cheers to the mellow fellow, but his aura's a little... off. The emotions that waft are a cause for concern, even if it's minor.

So he hops off the log he was standing on and slinks on over. ]

You're welcome, but I daresay you look like you're caught between a rock and another, harder rock. This your first party?

[gimu]

[ what constitutes a ‘party’? he had been to one of the largest in tokyo once, but- ]

No. Yes. I have no idea what a taco is. That’s fine.

[seafloor]

...

[ Something about the mundane affect and straight delivery puts a smile on Kaito's face. He shuffles away to grab a plate of tacos. The meat stuffed into the shells looks plump. Succulent, even. One of the tacos may have just sparked electricity. Don't worry about it. ]

Tacos are tortilla shells—these yellow things—stuffed with other bits of food. In this case, it's meat and vegetables.

Oh. Before I ramble on, I guess I should ask if you want to be shown around. Not everyone... cares. And that's okay.

[gimu]

[ fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on the time of day, choso is too busy considering kaito to notice the extra crispiness of the taco meat, and instead holds the plate dutifully like a first-time wedding ring-bearer. ]

So... crunchy sandwiches. [ of a sort. ]

If you wish to show, I will witness. [ he will be your tourist, kaito. ]