Star Trek: Starbase 777 - khaa

[D] A standard beach house complex - with plenty of love put into it over the eight years it's been here. Right now, it had a lot of beach roses adorning the yard and the porch, and some warm lights that let visitors know they were always welcome - it was a popular vacation rental spot, after all... Brokuk and Chadrix had to earn some extra cash for their... excursions somehow, of course. Inside, there's a large, open living room and kitchen when one walked into the first story, with a suspicious rectangular rug in a random off-center area of the floor.

[D] In the backyard, a grill sizzles as Chadrix cooks something on it, neatly arranged beach chairs closer to the shore. Brokuk, a lanky Reman man looking to be in his mid-20s, is laying, possibly asleep, in one of the chairs - sunglasses covering his eyes. The rest of the beach is alive with the sounds of the waves, the laughter, the joyous chatter - slowly dying down as the sun began its descent, casting a warm, golden glow over the sandy dunes. There are various other things in the backyard of the beach house - a firepit, allowing for the party to continue even after the sun sets, plenty of cute little lantern lights strung across poles, and even some beach roses that grew near the house. However, both of the Remans in the backyard were taken a bit by surprise when...

The door of the back porch opened suddenly, and it was ya boi, Allan! Dragging a very large pull cart with many things inside across the patio, and then into the sand, as he then leaned against the handle of the cart and nearly fell doing that so he leaned against the door instead. A much better plan, unless someone decided to come a little early and open the door again which would cause him to go tumbling backwards. Well, maybe someone pretty would catch him. That wouldn't be half bad. "Heyyy guys, wassup!? Soooo, I brought like, all the foods Rennie likes, uhhh, weirdly enough the platter of jumbo mollusks, the Romulan ale, all that, was super easy to find, the uhh, baguettes I just got from my guy Jérôme, but like, he said the croissants wouldn't be that good if they got transported like baguettes are? Or something? So like, I had to get Dion to help me make some, and so you know, it's Dion, so hopefully they're good, I know they're good but like I've actually never had croissants with Rennie so I'm not sure exactly what he likes so we kind of made a lot of diff-"

"Bro, bro, slow... slow down a sec, the-" the Reman man slowly turned around in his beach chair, turning to be on his stomach as he looked at Allan through his sunglasses. "It'll be chill, man. Wait, shit, Chadrix, did we - did we make the macarons?"

"We did. Well, I did," Chadrix said, finishing grilling the Targ he'd learned pretty well how to make, and putting it not far from where the chicken wings were. These meat things were... actually pretty fun to make, he'd found out. "They're in the same box with all the other stuff to go on the table, man, just uhh.." he looked over at the boxes on top of the table and back at Brokuk, "make sure to be careful, okay dude? Don't want any uh.. mishaps like last time." Not that Brokuk could actually forget the time he dropped all the macarons in the sand.

Ready for a party, Lama and Taev came strolling into the beach house dressed in their swim suits. Lama had a pair of skin tight shorts, light beige in colour with a llama print on them. In contrast to his light suit, Taev had a black pair of shorts with the Romulan raptor print on the ass with the words 'beneath the raptor's wings' writting under the cheeks. It was Lama's idea. Anyway, Lama was shirtless with a towel swung over his shoulders, looking ready to party! Him and Taev also had matching bubble thongs, again, it was Lama's idea, he wanted them to look fun. "Ohhh I smell something cooking! Are yoiu guys making some sort of Reman specialty?" Lama asked, eager to try whatever they were serving at the party. Taev pretended not to know Lama, just standing behind him looking around the house.

[D] Coming up for the party, Renakir had brought Kianarix with him too! The two approached the beach house and immediately Kianarix rushed towards the entrance. Renakir was a bit more calm in his movements as he still felt a little awkward in a party setting. He knew Allan wouldn't have invited him if there was any danger of ninja assassins or the Tal Shiar, but the fear still remained. Unfortunately Renakir's greatest enemy was not something Allan or Eshen could protect him again; it was his own insecurities and awkwardness. Although his brother could laugh off his own awkwardness as 'bread moments', Renakir had spent 4 years on earth and lived a large chunk of his life in Federation space. He didn't know why he was still awkward and unsure of himself all the time. Renakir proceeded into the beach house, opening the door and looking forward to seeing his lovely friends.

Allan, who, upon hearing noise behind him, turned to look through the door. "Oh, shit," he said, going in through the door and walking inside, waving to everyone here. "Hey!! Yoo, Lama, Taev, so glad you could make it," there was a lot of stuff all over the house, but most notably other than the couches and the kitchen and the scattered trinkets and the suspiciously placed floor rug and the staircase to the left, there wasn't a whole lot on this main floor - it was designed that way, though, to have open space to hang out in. "You both looks amazing, I see what you mean about matching now, nice. And uhh, as far as cooking, I think it's just like, a whole mix of stuff? I dunno, you could probably ask Chadrix though! He's outside right now, I think?" divider

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And then he looked over at Renakir and ! Kianarix! "Rennie, hey! Wow, Kianarix too, we might have a full house tonight," he laughed, partly because it might actually wind up being true, and then realized he really wanted to give him a hug but also didn't want to say so many words to confirm he was unarmed so instead he just took his shirt off and tossed it over his shoulder into a basket conveniently under the staircase. After turning to see if it had made it in, he gasped when he realized that he actually had, turning back to the others with a grin. "Okayy, so, I didn't expect thaat, but- man, Rennie, I-" still not remembering that all he had to do was say some words, he turned the pockets of his incredibly short-shorts out and then back in because really, he just wanted to hug his best friend and so that's exactly what he did. "Am so, so glad to see you, actually," is what he said, less loudly, very conscious of how close he was to Renakir's ear while he was hugging him, and then leaned back a little and smiled. "We've got, like, everything, actually already set up, I think- oh, Kianarix, did you uh, bring the thing?" There was no thing. He was actually stalling just a little, mostly because he didn't know where most of the other guests were at.

"Thanks Allan!" Lama gave his new friend a flirty wink and a pair of finger guns. He nudged Taev to copy the action, but Taev simply stood there like man standing emoji with no expression on his face. 'Come on Taev, don't be cringe', Lama sent his thuoghts to his brother who pretended he had his mind closed off. "We'll go check on the food then! Lama wasn't going to force his brother to be fun if he didn't want to be, but headed out to the waterfront so they could see what sort of food was being prepared.

Renakir was happy to see Allan but looked visibly shocked when his friend just started.. Stripping in front of him. Not that it was unwelcomed, it was just not what he was expecting to happen in this Surak-loving beach house full of people. As much as Renakir tried to hide his expression, there was a visible green blush on his cheeks. It wasn't until Allan began to turn out his pockets that Renakir realised what he was doing and smiled before being pulled into a hug. He wrapped his arms around Allan's waist and held him firmly as he did with all his hugs. Although he was still new to any forms of affection, his heart was in each one. "I'm glad to see you too, Allan," Renakir said in his deep voice, perhaps sounding more sensual than he inded. It was just hugging Allan pressed on his chest and therefore made his voice sound more husky and airy. Renakir's floppy ears twitched when they separated and Allan asked if Kianarix brought something. He didn't remember being told to bring anything and Kianarix surely didn't mention it.

"Kali-fal is still on 777," Kianarix responded, assuming that was what Allan was talking about. He wanted to bring the family epohh to the party, but Cerrub was horribly allergic and with them staying at the Torre'vnau estate it would be much too risky to bring her and risk getting her fur everywhere. "Unless you wanted me to bring... Oh I have a card game!! It's called DS!"

Surak-loving or not, it was a beach house, after all, and being shirtless was an absolutely normal condition at such a house. After giving Lama a flirty wink and a pair of finger guns right back he'd been encaptured in this lovely hug with his bestie Renakir and ... was he meaning to sound that... that... like -that-? "Rennie-" Allan leaned back away from Renakir, letting the other still hold him and still holding his arms around him too but allowing them a bit more space between eachother, "there's, um. I'm-" quick, say something, say something- "I'm not too sure there's a whole lot more of me to see, but, Renakir, I-" no, actually, he wasn't sure what Renakir was thinking and so here he was just in his birthday-friend's arms and well, it wasn't the worst position to be in, that was for sure. Quite the opposite, until they did actually separate as all things did. "Kianarix! No, no, not Kali-f.. yes, yes! DS, thank you! Yeah, I-" he turned back to see if Lama had already left the room, calling a quick, "hey, Lama, this is - this is the guy!" in case they'd heard him, because why would he miss this opportunity to show his new friends the artist of the incredibly hot demons on the cards? "For context, Kianarix, they - um, my new friend, Lama - huge fan of your work on the game, by the way, particularly the hot uh, fuck what was the name, Gaymadan? Something like that. Sexy demon and all," he said, smiling over at Renakir in case he didn't know what the fuck they were talking about.

The light blush that had been present from the minute he saw Allan only grew darker when he heard his friend speak his nickanme. Even when they separated, feeling the other's grip of his arm and their closeness was creating a nasty swarm of bloodwings in his stomach. "Oh, I could definitely do with seeing more of you," What was an innocent comment in his mind came out to sound anything but. It was only after his uttrance that Renakir realised he had made a grave mistake with his wording, but maybe Allan would understand. He was a Frence-loving alien, he was allowed to make mistakes. Renakir listened as Allan introduced Kianarix to one of his friends, looking towards the short pair of Romulans who were now chatting up his fiance. He only watched the exchange for a few seconds, but he was happy to see Kianarix making friends. As much as Renakir enjoyed spending time with his fiance, he always encouraged him to meet new people. It was never good to only spend time with one person, even if that one person was his fiance. "G... Gay--" Renakir attempted to repeat the word before bursting into laughter. His laugh was deep loud, he actually sounded a lot like Rai if anyone had heard his brother laugh. "Ganmadan, hellbeast and also the term we use for the end of days. Although I gotta say Gaymaden sounds a lot cooler, what woudl that entail? I hope some men loving men," Renakir played along with the joke, his laughter and smile never wavering.

"OH! This is the guy!?" Lama whipped back around and headed over to Kianarix, dragging Taev with him. All of a sudden the two began engaging in a discussion with Kianarix showing off his cards to Lama and Lama exchanging the favour. Kianarix also shot Allan a thumbs up and a nod before looking back at Lama, a silent way of thanking him for introducing a new friend! Kianarix didn't leave his little circle of friends often, but he was always open to meeting new people. Lama could be seen trying to get Taev into the conversation but it was obvious who was more interested in meeting one of the DS artists.

Well, now it was Allan who was the one blushing, actually, for a moment, gasping slightly as he kept running through whatever Renakir would've meant by that but there was really only sort of one thing, right? Definitely not, but expecting Allan's brain to not assume the most is a large task. "Um--" he looked away as Lama and Taev came back in- "Y-Yeah! This is the guy," he said with a smile as Lama and Taev came over to Kianarix and they started showing their cards to eachother and all that, oh man, it was good to see, but speaking of see, uh, Renakir, was- he turned back to Renakir, still slightly blushing, still a little bit unsure. Maybe Renakir just had like, something turn on in him when it came to parties? Some sort of crazy confidence booster? Allan couldn't say he -wasn't- like that, after all. "Well, Rennie, I-" he finally said, voice at the volume of a very small whisper because he'd also leaned closer again to whisper in the other's ear, oh, also very similar to the last party Rennie'd been like this he supposed, "certainly would not mind at all if you did, and - to be honest with you, you're- you, specifically, are welcome to do so at any point," tonight, he was going to say, but when it came to Renakir he really did just figure he'd be alright with it no matter the occasion before his attention was drawn to the sexy demon conversation again. A lot going on here. "Gaymadan, Ganmadan, I mean, the way Kianarix drew him? Absolutely doing way more than just loving men," he said with a laugh, giving Kianarix a little thumbs up, too. He was glad to also see his friend making friends and his friends making friends making friends. Yeah.

The blush did not go unnoticed by Renakir who was already regretting his choice of wording. Not because he feared Allan didn't like it, but in front of all these people's salads? As Allan stumbled over his words Renakir's attention stayed on him with a silly smile on his face. What he didn't expect was after all the stuttering, Allan leaned in closer to whisper words to him that would send shivers down his spine. Being the awkward gangly bitch he was, Renakir's grip tightened for a moment before he let go of Allan so he could cover his face to hide the intense shade of green that covered his cheeks. "A-Ahh Allan!" Renakir let out a laugh before moving closer to his friend once more, bumping shoulders. "Kianarix has been taking up a lot of projects lately," Renakir glanced over at Kianarix who was still very engaged with his conversation. He shook his head when Allan mentioned 'Gaymadan' doing more than just loving men. "I am not aware of any... Salacious stories about Ganmadan, but I am sure there are somewhere. By the way thank you so much for this party it looks so nice and I'm glad to be back at this beach house. I wish I had stuck around longer last year," Renakir said with an awkward smile, remembering his past adventures around Mol'Rihan. "Who else is here by the way?"

"Thank you!!! I kinda had Rennie in mind because Renakir is cool and strong!" Kianarix revealed, pointing to Renakir and holding up the card near his fiance's face. The two did not seem to have much in common, although the the hellbeast did bear the same sharp teeth as Renakir with striking eyes. Well, if anyone knew what Renakir's eyes looked like, he was wearing sunglasses so it was hard to tell. "We should all play a game together, it's fun!!" Kianarix grabbed more cards from his pocket, clearly having multiple booster decks. He was always ready for some card games! "I wanna see what kinda food you have, there's a beach section too, right?"

In a sheer chiffon cerulean shawl over his bare scarred chest, wearing swimming leggings that had the texture and pattern of scales, each one gleaming in the light of the barbecue where he'd been with Chadrix, eyeing the Targ. He'd been here the whole time, mostly helping out with the cooking and catching up with the Reman bros, though right now he was occupied with a very good glass of wine. He was a bottle and a half in; not seeming remotely intoxicated, approached Renakir, Allan, et al., giving Allan a smooch on the cheek, and anyone else who wanted one, too. "Did I hear something about a game over here? I hope it's a party game." Hopefully truth or dare had a number of silly tasks in mind he'd to thoroughly strip everyone of their dignity by the end of the night. "Oh - and happy birthday, Renakir!" (edited)

"That is my name," Allan said in response to Renakir saying such, a smug yet silly smile on his face as he glanced back over to Kianarix when the other started to talk about his other projects. "You're not, really? Yeah, I'm sure there's got to be some, I mean. Sexy strong hellbeast with sharp teeth and s-" it was then that he watched as Kianarix held up the card near Renakir's face and said he had him in mind when - ohhhh. Oh. "Well, that says everything right there, really," a fitting explanation for why the hellbeast card was so fucking hot, that was, "but of course, you're welcome to stay here as long as you'd like- and, well," so many things were happening, he noticed, as he leaned into Dion giving him a kiss on the cheek, and thought about both of the questions proposed to him. "Him, for one," he said with a smile as he put his arm around his boyfriend and kissed him back, "but also, I sort of just invited everyone I knew?" And that he knew knew Renakir, also. Like the majority of the OPS department and Renakir's giant family tree. Pretty much anyone the both of them had ever met except Valleka. #NoSpacistsAllowed. "And yeah, Kianarix, actually, um - all the food, really, should be out back, yeah-" he nodded his head back at the back porch door, which the music and conversation on the beach in #khaa｜waterfront could be slightly heard through. "There's some tables there you could probably play the game on?" Yeah, outside there were tables, and a giant banner that read 'Happy Birthday Renakir' but drawn quite hand-madely with baguettes as the lines of the letters, and, of course, plenty of food, baguettes, croissants, macarons, all that was mentioned previously. Chadrix, Brokuk, and himself seemed to outdo themselves every summer, and with the help of even more party people - in particular, Dion - it'd only gotten even better.