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[ OPEN ] it's summer time and I hang on a vine

Who: Tannusen and/or whoever!
Where: Genessia City - Velvet Lust (Please read that link if you're gonna tag in!)
What:

There was no lead-up, no early announcements. It was just one unremarkable night, and then... every patron or staff member alike who came downstairs from the club floor had donned a banana costume. Some had willingly put them on, and others had been forcibly stuffed into their bright yellow peels.

Bananas mingled among the downstairs patrons, some going back up, others going outside to mill around with their friends both banana'd and not. Maybe they were talking them into going upstairs? Or maybe they were warning them that Wade had been given an Extra Special Assignment...

Either way, the party upstairs was sure to be extra wild tonight. And full of potassium.

(Tag each other! Tag me! Tag Wade! This isn't an open Tannusen post so much as it's an open Velvet Lust post. Enjoy!)

(Feel free to assume the costume is magically stuck on until sunrise if you want!)

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[And yes, yep, there's Wade, standing guard near the entrance to the actual club part. No one inside the bar was even harassed.

But the second someone set foot on the club floor?

Descended upon from above by a very festively dressed Wade Wilson.

There's a dress code up here, frendo.]

ALL ARE BANANA.

And, of course, even Tannusen was in full banana mode wherever he was in the club at the moment. His usual booth, or at the bar, or anywhere in between. If he caught anyone trying to get out of their banana costume upstairs, a flicker of glamour from the Faerie made the bright yellow outfit stick.

Yes, someone has a complaint.

Tannusen, of all people, will know the sound of that screaming. It's not scared. No sir, not by a longshot.

That is abject rage and most of it is in Irish or Latin.

Fun fun!

He's not visible, no, not yet, there's a small gaggle that's gathered around the source of the noise, Wade darting away as quickly as he came in with gleeful, somewhat overdone evil cackles.

A sensible man would flee the sound of their enraged fiance who they'd just had stuffed into a banana costume.

Tannusen?

Tannusen wasn't gonna miss this for the world, thanks.

He slipped past the little crowd of people, grinning. "Look at that! You can wear a color!"

Tannusen no.

There he is.

The smallest, angriest banana in the club. He's shaking he's so goddamn mad, it's pretty clear why Wade fucked off so fast.

Now chances were he would have just yelled at Tannusen, had he popped up.

But then he popped up and said something. Now it's personal.

With an inarticulate, garbled yell of Irish and English, the smaller man hurls himself at Tannusen.

BANANA ATTACK.

FRUIT ON FRUIT VIOLENCE!

And not just because they're engaged.

Tannusen most likely could have side-stepped this, or at least remained upright, but nah. Nah, he took the tackle and toppled, dragging Cassian with and laughing like a maniac so loudly it carried over all the considerable noise in the club.

"You're the prettiest little banana I've ever seen!"

TANNU, STOP.

NO HOW DARE YOU.

Cassian is, of course, easy to yank down, tugging at Tannusen's STUPID FUCKING banana suit.

He never hit him, naturally, it wasn't that serious.

But it was serious enough to warrant calling him a 'hell blasted demon cat' and 'the house pet of the devil himself'.

Still shaking, still yelling, but it's gotten to the point where it's vehemence and tremble in his tone suggests he's trying very, very, very hard... not to laugh.

STOP LAUGHING, TANNUSEN.

It's apparently a very cheap banana costume over his jeans and t-shirt, and the material is kinda stretchy and thin... but it somehow doesn't tear? Glamour at work, no doubt.

"Cassian! I'm shocked!" Still. Laughing. "When were you going to tell me that you're the devil?"

Because we all know whose cat he is. Kinda blew your cover when you proposed to him with a super obviously-Irish ring, you dummy.

"The priest thing is a nice touch!"

Give in to the lols, Cass, you're marrying a bloody pooka. You're doomed.

[Going upstairs had been a mistake. No, coming here at all tonight had been a mistake. That’s what you get for trying to be a good boyfriend and pick up your partner from work. Nothing had prepared him for being assaulted with the yellow monstrosity the moment he walked upstairs in search of Kay.]

Take it off!

[Because barking orders is going to look scary when you are a banana.]

[Banana!Cass, meet Priest!Cass, the banana, who has finally torn himself away from his giggling fiance in favor of stalking around the club area to try and get back down to the bar, where the stupid fucking banana suit won't stick.

He's not hard to miss, he's the banana with white hair hitting five foot five, and he's more or less storming right at the second Cassian in a wild attempt to get back downstairs. INCOMING.]

KICKING AND YELLING but running out of steam.

"Shut yer feckin' gob."

Spat out even as he thumps his head against Tannusen's chest, exhausted.

"You're a beast."

Tannusen laughs at that, too, if less loud and crazy than before.

"And you're a delight. But I bet you're thirsty after all that yelling, come on," the tiger starts working on getting them both up onto their feet, mindful that they're out in public. No scooping Cassian up like he would if they were in the house. He'll just try to haul them both upright at the same time. "--May as well make use of that free tab you've got here, hm?"

You know.

While stuck dressed as a banana.

[Oh, this is not going to be a happy collision. Not happy at all. Distracted as he is with his new clumsy attire, Cassian doesn't even notice the incoming projectile in time to avoid it.]

Oof! Watch out where you're going!

[He shoots him a glower, from sour banana to sour banana.]

[Smaller as he is, he stumbles back purely out of disproportionate weight and momentum.

Don't worry.

It won't last]

Ye watch where you're feckin' steppin' first, takes two!

"I AIN'T GOIN' INTO THAT BAR WITH THIS FECKIN' GODDAMN BANANA ON, YE GET THIS EMBARRASSMENT OFF ME, TANNUSEN!"

No, okay still mad.

He does allow himself to be helped up, thankful for not being picked up.

"But it's right over there," Tannusen gestured over to the upstairs bar. Which hosted... Bob, tonight. Usually Valerie, but dear god no one wanted to deal with that woman in a banana suit.

And Bob's fro looked pretty hilarious with a banana costume stretched over it.

That was the point; everyone looked ridiculous. Even Tannusen.

"NO."

Bob gave him the vodka sippy cup, Tannusen.

Yes but you earned it, Cassian.

"Alright," Tannusen draped his arm over Cassian's banana-ified shoulders and tried to lead him out of the bulk of the crowd of fellow fruits. "You don't normally come up here on your own. Everything alright, costume aside?"

Shut up.

He was easy to lead away, huffing and puffing for a good minute until the bluster subsided.

"Hucked me phone at the seal and it landed in the roses. Can't get it out and I wanted to ask ye to bring home more honey and a dozen eggs."

"Why did you-- no, no, I'm not even going to ask," Tannusen cut himself off with a laugh, "alright. Is the phone even where it can be seen? I can teleport it out for you in the morning."

So, you know.

Cass can throw it some more.

"You realize if you break that thing, they make you pay for a new one."

"It's a fairy seal, why do ye think I hucked the phone at him?"

Pick a reason. Any number of reasons. They're all possible.

"Aye, it's visible, if ye squint and pull a few branches back." Look, he doesn't like making a habit of throwing it, it's just that it's usually the thing in his hand at the time!

"... I know!" No he didn't.

"Well, I'll get it for you when I'm done here for the night, then. Doesn't seem to be a very damp night."

As long as he fetched it before morning dew hit, it'd be fine. Probably even after that. These phones were at least water resistant, if not waterproof.

He steered them toward the relative privacy of his usual booth. "You might want to stick around until sunrise, though. These costumes might be magicked to stay on until then."

Unless he wanted to stomp through town as an angry banana.

"I did it to random costumes though, so I don't actually know."

"Ye daft-" The insult doesn't get further than that, he flops down, banana and all, into the booth, sulking and cranky.

And a banana.

Truly, if he was miserable, it'd be made obvious. At this point though it seems more like buried and begrudging amusement.

"How long have ye been plannin' this dumb idea?"

"Months," Tannusen grinned, sliding into the booth beside Cass instead of across from him.

"Like, since early spring. It's surprisingly difficult to source this many banana costumes on this tiny little world. It's almost like there's no demand for them, but surely that can't be why."

It was totally why and everyone knew it.

He hadn't been to the bar before, in fact, he hadn't been to a bar before, but it sounded like fun. There was music, loud music and that alone was a draw. The costume was pretty silly, but he could get behind something that ridiculous.

Demyx was happy enough to wander the downstairs and the upstairs because it was so glittery. He purchased a drink, something sweet, fruity and frozen and sipped it. It was really good, and wasn't very strong tasting. If he lost track of what he was drinking he could get really drunk.

He was in for a fun night, hopefully meeting new people.

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