vatheon | (no subject)

Who: Leo Valdez, and anyone coming to his birthday party!
When: July 4th
Where: Coral Corral 8, Demigod house
Style: Pick what you'd like.
Status: Open like Leo's presents will be

Today is the kind of day for a party. A birthday party. But not the birthday of a country, or anything, that would just be stupid, especially when there's no USA in Vatheon (The only country is Italy). No, today is Leo's birthday, and this is a surprise party for him.

There's a lot of planning and preparation that's gone into this. The inside of the house is covered in decorations, all thankfully not fish themed. There's a table for presents, and a table with food, including an enormous cake. There's even a birthday playlist in the background, though "You're A Grand Old Flag" seems to have gotten mixed in here and there.

A surprise party isn't complete without a surprise at the beginning, so when Leo gets into the house, everyone had better be ready to shout "surprise!" Other than that, though, there isn't much structure to the party. People are free to mingle, get food, give Leo presents in person, or get angry at him for all those pranks he pulled.

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Naw, my hat's fine where it's at.

[How many of these party-sized brownies can he fit into his mouth in one go? Let's find out.]

You could always have two.

[Bro needs to make up for Dirk's hatlessness, right?]

[A thoughtful silence follows. Not that he can say much, what with his mouth full of brownies. He'll speak up once he's managed to swallow.]

Can't argue with that one, I guess.

[Gross, Bro, he doesn't want to see the half-chewed brownie remains in your mouth.]

Course you can't argue with my impeccable logic.

[Stop talking to him while he's eating, then. Geez.]

Nope. Not gonna argue with you either way. I don't even wanna know what kinda psychological implications that could have.

[They were talking before Bro started eating. This means that conversation should obviously get priority.]

I'm fairly certain psychology ain't prepared for us.

[If he has to choose between conversation and party brownies, he's not gonna pick favorites and go for both. That's only logical. And also a handful of these potato chips here.]

Maybe the Freud man himself's gonna show up here one day. We could get him to break down into tears of desperation.

That would be the shit.

[He is just overflowing with empathy, here.]