♤ THAT ONE PIZZA PARTY THING

[deal_me_in]

(This here's a very free-form, very belated follow-up to the impromptu pizza party that Tony Cayde apparently planned, just for continuity's sake and if anyone was really angling for some pizza times.

So! Feel free to handwave, or if you want to thread anything out, here's a place for it to be back-threaded to your heart's content, as well as if you want some lighter fare alongside your slice of scary, event-wise.)

[Two hours- probably less by now- wasn't much time to make pizzas even if he knew how, that much, Cayde-6 was certain of. He already has a good idea of who's put him up to the task, although if there's any particular reason for it, he hasn't the slightest. It's just one of those dumb friend things, right? Put your pal on the spot by telling everyone they're hosting a pizza party. Sure!

With comms compromised, Cayde relied on his good ol' Hunter skills to track down Billy, an even better friend to have when one of your besties pulls something like this.

"Hey, can you do me a solid and magic up a crapload of pizzas cuz some idiot thinks he's having a hoot trying to tarnish my good name. Thanks, I owe you buddy."

...WHICH IS HOW those who have been drawn to The Deep End, either by false promises of pizza or curiosity or even doubt will come to find an amazing array of pizzas stacked along the counter with a kaleidoscope of dishware stacked off to the side for some self-service.

Grab a slice or three, take a seat, take in the fish, hey! Even ask for a drink. This here's a bar you know!]

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CW: Very crude language

[dr_riley]

Drake folded his arms (protectively?) and aimed an ill tempered glower in the direction of the tank. "Scaly cunt tried to eat me. Shark attack," he clarified, "When I was little; can't look at the damned things since."

Then, as if to try to redirect some of the attention being focused on his reaction to what most would have thought of as a lovely and tasteful fishtank, he gestured at the pizza-covered bar.

"So where did all this come from? I had to cannibalise parts from machines from another planet just to make a Geiger Counter, but mass producing pizza is on the table?" Pardon the pun.

[deal_me_in]

Cayde winced at that. "Geez, no wonder. Sorry, had no idea. At least you can be thankful that behind that window is fresh- well...non-salt water, anyway." He supposed it would be better not to mention that he'd seen something big lurking around the murkier bottom of the incidental lake made up by the copse of buildings.

"What- oh, the pizza? Magic," he said with hardly a beat that it was difficult to tell if he was joking or being serious. The latter of which he was.

[dr_riley]

"Bull sharks can live in fresh water." Drake muttered with no small amount of cynical mistrust. "D'you know they've got the highest testosterone levels of any creature on Earth? Heard it on some nature show the boys were watching and it stuck with me."

When Cayde answered that magic was responsible for the pizzas, he glanced over again at the stacks of boxes piled on the bar with hardly a raised eyebrow.

"I hate that I believe you."

[deal_me_in]

"That why they're called bull sharks? Can't say I've had much experience with 'em, but I kinda steer clear of deeper bodies of water when I'm out exploring. I do not swim very well and don't fancy an underwater walk."

The look on Drake's face, or perhaps his response to the pizzas, made Cayde emit a snort before he laughed. "Well, less work for me to try explaining, at least," he said, thumping a hand lightly on the man's shoulder.