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Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

The fifth-floor common room had been transformed into a riot of color and sound by the two intrepid decorators. When you had Rikku and Dōjima doing the artistic design, and they were basing it off of Romeo's collection of loud shirts, it was bound to be, ah, creative.

There were balloons and streamers everywhere, and the party even had some piñatas full of candy for people to swing at. Simply because everyone (Rikku) liked candy, and Dōjima was a fan of party games that made other people look like idiots.

[OOC: Up way-early for SP/timezone goodness, and open to all!]

[ETA: For those of us who have cranky browsers... Arrive & Mingle | Talk to Romeo | Snacks & Drinks (Pre-Spiking) | Snacks & Drinks (Post-Spiking) | Party Games | Dancing | Gifts | OOC!]

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It was a party! It was Romeo's party!

Of course she was here! And bouncy!

Dōjima grinned and bounced over to Ino. "Ohaiyo, Yamanaka-san!" she sang. "I hope you came ready for fun!"

She beamed, and laughed. "I'm always ready for fun, Dōjima-san!"

"We've got dancing and games and enough food to feed an entire army of Fandomites," Dōjima proclaimed, spreading her arms. "I think I went a little overboard."

"Nothing wrong with going overboard," she said, giggling. "And you know the food'll get eaten. I mean, really, around here?"

"Means we don't have to eat cafeteria food for a week," Dōjima admitted. "Can't say I'm sorry about that!"

"Ugh." She wrinkled her nose. "I'm seriously not complaining 'bout not having to do that either. I mean, ration bars are worse, but how can they wreck things like pasta and such when it's their job? I get being a bad cook, but if you're doing it for a living..."

"Ino." Cal gave her a nod, after deciding that he'd be brave and approach the bounciness that was her.

She grinned at him.

"I thought I saw you in here," Ino said brightly.

"Clearly," he stated, "I need to be better at my lurking, then. How goes it?"

"I get to play with cards after the party," she bubbled. "And, well, it's a party and that's awesome, don't you think?"

"Oh, yeah," Cal agreed with a deadpan tone. "You know me and my love for parties. What's so special about playing with cards after the party?"

Then there was a pause, and a faint glimmer of remembrance of some card flinging, ages ago, that did not end well.

"You mean, like, all ninja-style?"

"Party love should be cultivated," Ino informed him. "It's important."

To her at least.

A grin. "Ninja-style. Exactly."

Cal nodded. And then shook his head. "You ninjas," he commented. "And I'm here without coaxing and I'm actually talking to people. That's as much party love as you'll ever cultivate from me, I'm afraid."

"Just one ninja tonight." Complete with stuck out tongue. "And it's good you're here without coaxing 'cause most of my normal routes for it would be depressingly curtailed, I think."

"How do you mean?" Cal asked, head shifting warily.

"Well," Ino said. "I doubt you'd work with with me yelling and threatening and throwing things." Which is what Shikamaru and Chouji had to deal with sometimes back home.

"And while I probably could come up with several good reasons for you to come to a party, by the time I did so you'd probably have come up with good reasons to not go. The pout still has a good bit of potential, admittedly, but over-use of it is a bad thing. Same with bribery. And..." ...she shrugged a bit. "I have no idea how you'd react to my last way of getting boys, at least, out."

The specification of boys did not slip Cal's notice.

"What's the last way?"

Ino twirled a bit of hair around one finger as she contemplated her answer.

A shrug. "Coming on strong."

"Stronger than just yelling and shouting and shoving?"

Ino resisted the urge to facepalm. Barely.

"Not that kind of strong." You dork. And that was said fondly.

"What...other kind of strong would there be?"

Of course, Cal did have an idea. But his idea being applied by Ino was something that didn't quite compute logically in his brain.

Possibly because he couldn't imagine her using that on him in any recent memory at all, which was pretty disheartening if he thought about it too much.

Ino put her hands on her hips.

"You can't seriously be that thick," she said, mostly amused. "I'm not above using my feminine wiles to get what I want."

"You've never used your feminine wiles against me," Cal argued, brows frowning as he tried to understand exactly what he thought of that. "I only get yelled at and pouts!"

He was now remembering that last radio he did, too, and he clicked his tongue slightly in petulant annoyance. Girls were way too selective in their wiles.

"You had a girlfriend," she reminded him. "And I might not have the whole... not-cheating thing down to a science, but I'm not that thick. And before that..."

That got a bit of a shrug. "Wasn't sure what you'd think."

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