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Post by Lucca on Sept 29, 2009 19:44:56 GMT -5
Felix now laughed much more enthusiastically at the penguin's nosedive. It probably came of being tipsy, but he didn't mind as long as his friend didn't. "I tried to be gentle," he managed with an apologetic shrug. He couldn't wait for the nachos to get here, and wiggled in happy anticipation.
He actually blushed slightly at the penguin's compliment, pink showing clearly through his white fur. "Aww, you really think so? I guess I am having a pretty good night." He sipped at his drink a bit more, resting his head on his arm and smiling absently at the stage, where an Otter was now showing off the limberness of her long lithe body. "There should only be about two more before the finalists are announced. Just enough time to eat!" Felix explained. "That one up there...Seela...ah, she's the best."
So saying, he stared at her until the smell of hot cheese and salsa caused his head to perk and he turned as the waitress set down the plate of nachos. With a nod to Horatio that probably meant 'help yourself', Felix wasted no time in digging in. Mmmm.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 8, 2009 11:13:09 GMT -5
Horatio rolled his eyes and snorted in response to his comment about being gentle. When you were drunk, everything seemed gentle, and it was pretty obvious that the porcupine was at least a little bit tipsy.
The penguin grinned though. "Yeah, I really do think so. I wouldn't have said it otherwise." With a awkward penguin shrug his attention wandered over to the stage as well. Some of these people really knew how to move. It was pretty amazing to see what they could do.
The sudden aroma of cheese drew his attention away from the stage. Cheese slathered nachos. They were always so nice to look at. He glanced at the porcupine when he made the motions to go ahead. Ah. It would be nice to eat something like this. But things always got awkward when your wings weren't made to grab a hold of tiny things.
He glanced at the porcupine and back at the dish. Well... they looked really good. He leaned forward and snapped one up with his beak. It took about five seconds for him to completely devour the steaming hot cheese, salsa and chip. "Thank you!" he said as he tried to lick a bit of cheese off of his beak.
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Post by Lucca on Oct 8, 2009 20:37:32 GMT -5
After several minutes of pure nacho-induced bliss, Felix noticed the penguin wasn't eating quite as much as he would have expected. At first, he thought maybe Horatio didn't like them, which sent mingled waves of disappointment and satisfaction through him. After all, more for him in that case, but he wished the penguin would have said a little sooner if he would have preferred something else. But a quick glance showed him the actual reason.
"Ah, man, I'm sorry," he said, voice a little muffled from food, which he remedied by washing the mouthful down with another sip of the drink. "I didn't think that you might not be able to eat these very well...we could get you a fork!..." He blinked at the little wing-flipper things Horatio had. "Uh, well...I guess that wouldn't help so, never mind." He shrugged a bit awkwardly, but then smiled. "But hey, if it's manners you're worried about, don't, okay? They get all types here." He waved a paw around, snatching up another nacho with the other and munching. Ah, versatile rodent paws.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 12, 2009 20:43:24 GMT -5
Awkward or not the penguin was enjoying himself. He just never was good at finger foods. He swallowed another chip with a penguin shrug. "It's fine. The only way this could be easier was if I shoved my entire face in the chips. Frankly I don't want to get that messy tonight."
He snorted. "And how does one hold a fork with wings like mine anyway?" He waved one of the slightly stubby appendages. They were fantastic for swimming, but not for holding things. His beak did a better job of that. So forks were generally something he had never actually practiced at the table.
Though he imagined that would look pretty funny. He glanced up at the stage wondering about the performance. Wouldn't they do the call backs soon? They had been entirely focused on the cheese and chips they easily could have missed the call. Not... that any of that seemed to matter in a laid back place like this.
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Post by Lucca on Oct 14, 2009 22:08:27 GMT -5
Felix giggled. He couldn't help it, and it wasn't a particularly flattering or manly sound, but that didn't bother him so long as it didn't bother anyone else. The image of the penguin diving beak-first into the whole plate of chips was way too amusing. Never mind that it might disgust some, the porcupine would laugh his tail off, and then still probably eat more of the nachos. Because that was just how he is.
"Got me, man. I once did meet a Canary who could hold a fork in her wings. She was pretty talented." This last was said in a tone of voice that implied something other than skill with cutlery being referred to. "But I guess your wings..." He broke off with another giggle, but this one was cut short by a sudden microphone squeak, and the cessation of the music. Felix's ears twtiched and he slowly turned towards the stage, sitting up a little straighter and wiping at his mouth with a napkin.
He actually paid surprisingly good attention as the man on stage announced the finalists in tonight's competition, and, sure enough, the porcupine's name was among them. Felix let out a celebratory WHOOP at this news, standing up and fist pumping quite enthusiastically. He turned to Horatio, grinning. "You were right, man, you were totally right! You must have some sort of future-predicting powers!" Gulping down the rest of his drink, the happy, buzzed Selkie made his lumbering way to the stage.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 17, 2009 12:23:25 GMT -5
The giggle was appreciated, however unmanly it was. The penguin gave a small snort at his comment. Talented must have been an understatement when a fork was involved with wings. Or perhaps birds with bigger wings had an easier time with cooking implements? The innuendo didn't go over the penguin's head, but he preferred to think about it in the more innocent sense.
Maybe that's why he was so unskilled when it came to women?
He would have made a comment but the microphone cut off any further conversation. And there it was, Felix's named was announced as clear as day with the others. The penguin clapped his wings together enthusiastically in celebration. "No, you're just that talented. Good luck and do your best!"
The penguin snapped up a few more chips while the porcupine made his way to the stage. This would be an interesting show, he was sure.
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Post by Lucca on Oct 17, 2009 14:37:29 GMT -5
Grinning and giving Horatio the 'peace' symbol as best as he could with paws, Felix took his spot on the stage, to much applause, alongside a few other Selkies, and stood motionless with them for a moment. Front paws raised and head lowered, spikes sticking out all over in an odd pose, which he held motionless for a few seconds...until the voice of the announcer called out and the music started.
It was fast, it was groovy, and it was all Felix could do to keep controlled in his movements and not just go all out and use up all his energy within the first minute of the finals. Despite being more than a little tipsy by now, the porcupine was dancing as gracefully as ever, able to keep with the beat, every footfall perfectly, effortlessly timed. Dancing was what he often felt he was born for. He had his own style, sure, but no one would be able to deny that Felix had a healthy sense of rhythm, and it was probably entertaining to watch if you could forgive the occasional, vain toss of his head to show off the way his quills fell, or the way his golden horns glinted in the bright stage lights.
About two minutes in, the lights suddenly cut to focus entirely on Felix, and he went all out while the audience cheered, though a few boos were called out, along with some balled-up napkins being thrown, but these did not seem to faze the porcupine, indeed, he barely noticed them. The light flicked to the next contestant, and Felix froze, waiting until it was his turn again. Despite the laid-back nature of the place, there was apparently still a structure to this contest.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 2, 2009 10:59:29 GMT -5
The contest was something like the penguin had never seen before in his entire life. Of course he had a very short life and it was rather sheltered in the realm of Torquehelm. Cheerful things never happened there, and this was quite cheerful.
He wiggled in his seat as he watched the porcupine, when the light fell on him he the penguin cheered as loud as he possibly could. He was disappointed by the few boos and napkins, but of course there wouldn't be a hundred percent love for any of the contestants unless they excelled in dancing.
From what he was seeing, Felix was doing the best. Then again he was no judge of how well people could dance. They way they moved was something that he himself could never muster, unless he was swimming. Then again his appendages were far from lanky enough for some of those moves.
He cheerfully sipped on his drink as he awaited the conclusion of the contest.
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Post by Lucca on Nov 2, 2009 14:16:59 GMT -5
Judging by the reaction of the crowd, Felix was one of the favorites to win this time, along with the young Otter that Felix had said was named Seela. One of the others actually passed out on stage, which sent a roar of laughter through the crowd, and someone immediately slunk onto the stage to hoist the unconscious man onto his shoulders and carry him offstage. This would seem to not be an uncommon occurrence, either.
The contest lasted for another twenty minutes, until surely everyone must be getting tired, and it was finally down to just Felix and Seela on stage. Though both were starting to get worn out, and had been plied with more drinks from the staff of the establishment, they were still both dancing their hearts out on stage. Finally, Felix collapsed practically on top of the Otter, and began giggling madly. The crowd cheered and laughed and it was hard to tell if this meant the porcupine had lost or not. After a few false starts, Felix managed to get up and stumbling horribly, make his way back to slump in the chair near Horatio again.
"Woo!" he cried, laughing as he set his head on the table. His limbs felt like fire and the world was spinning in that delightful way it always did when he was totally smashed. "What a ride, man! What a trip."
Eventually, after a whispered conversation off stage, the announcer finally declared the contest over, and that it was a tie. And that the next night both winners could claim a free drink on the house (because they didn't need any more tonight!)
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 2, 2009 16:34:27 GMT -5
The penguin couldn't help but wonder how the porcupine was still standing through the majority of the contest. It seemed to go on well beyond what a normal person's stamina seemed to be to him. The people or the region really weren't as lazy as they seemed to be, considering the events unfolding in front of him.
Horatio wasn't exactly surprised when Felix collapsed from exhaustion. A mildly alarmed sound escaped him anyway as he continued to watch and wait for the winner.
"Congratulations!" he announced when Felix rejoined him at the table. "That was really amazing! You looked like really stunning up there." He grinned.
His glass was finally nearing empty. Perhaps it was time to part ways and hope for a better tomorrow. Felix looked like he was pretty tired, and probably drunk beyond thought and reason. Maybe that's what made him so limber on the dance floor?
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