Accio Picnic Basket {Possibly for Horus' buddies?}

[Vincent Verax]

Vincent glared at Horus half-heartedly as he accused him of wanking in the clothes that he'd just been given. "I don' wank 'n m'clothes, doucheface." He gave the blonde a little shove. "Y'lucky I don' make y'strip 'n front 'f everyone f'that." Not that Vinnie really would. He's a jerk, yes, but he's not that much of a jerk. He would never make Horus do something he was entirely uncomfortable with and if that something was stripping in front of their tight-knit group of friends, then he wouldn't have to do it. Sammy, on the other hand... well, Vincent had a tendency to push Sammy a lot harder than he pushed Ember or Horus, but he knew Sammy could deal with it. Sam was most like him in his behaviors and thought processes. (Which is a scary thought and also probably akin to an insult, but Sam didn't hear it from me.)

Ember's comment on his shirt just made Vincent smirk. "'cause 'm fuckhot an' everyone wants a piece 'f this." He declared, running his hand down his still bare chest and stomach. Vin was extremely proud of his body, as they all knew, and it was just a miracle he'd managed to keep the towel around his waist for as long as he had. A naked Vincent is a natural Vincent and they were in said Vincent's natural habitat. "An' I can look at Tits' tits 'f I fuckin' wanna, Charmander." He leaned over at Ember and grinned, "They're a nice pair." Vincent didn't normally give out compliments to others easily. (Moe had been an exception, Vincent had fallen over himself repeatedly to compliment the pretty little boy.) Though Ember is probably very aware how Vinnie thinks of her rack from previous occasions.

When Horus returned, Vincent just smiled at him. "Feelin' better, Flopsalops?" And his arm was thrown lazily around the blonde, finally deciding to join in the cuddle pile they were all making on his couch. "Hey, don' lookit me, dumbo, Tits made th'cocoa. 'Cause sh'knew I'd prolly burn th'kitchen down." Fire should have been Sam's specialty, he was the pyro out of all of them, but Vincent could certainly cause plenty of chaos with fire. Generally fireworks were involved in this chaos, but his stash of those were thankfully in his room and not the tiny kitchen. "Ooh! I got it!" Wrenching himself off the couch, Vin flung himself towards the haphazard stack of DVDs and pulled out Zombieland, then busied himself with putting it in the player when he suddenly started laughing. "Heeeey! There's m'baby girl!" Emaleth, who had been hiding in the entertainment stand, decided to make her presence known as she began crawling up Vincent's arm, causing the boy to grin ecstatically. He loved that spider more than he really should have.

[Samuel Rixon]

Being in various states of undress was just normal for the Idiot Brigade. Well, as normal as they ever got. Vincent was shirtless more than half the time, if not all out naked, and movie nights tended to end with almost everyone down to their underwear. Sam was in the camp that he really didn’t care. He didn’t have abs like Vincent, and he sure as hell couldn’t stuff his ass into a pair of the leather pants his friend toted, but he really wasn’t bothered. He’d tried to tell Horus more than once that body image was nothing more than an invention of the media. (The cleverest thing he’s ever said, and it was only in his head because his sister Miranda went on a tirade every so often about it.) But it never seemed to work.

Of course, his momentary distraction was gone when Ember flopped on him. She was still warmer than him, and he clung to that warmth like his life depended on it, pulling her close and wrapping the blanket around them both. He pressed his cheek to her back, hoping she’d warm him up faster than the blanket was. “Fuck off Manson. Mine.” Yes, Sam was being possessive. But Ember was his best friend. He cuddled against her. “It wasn’t my fault!” It was, it really was, but he’s going to pretend it wasn’t.

When Horus tugged at him, Sam moved and pressed his other cheek against Ember, grateful that the shivering was starting to subside. Maybe he wouldn’t die from hypothermia after all. At worst, maybe he’d pick up a cold. He could deal with a cold. He’d whine and complain and be miserable, but it was better than hypothermia and hospitals. “’Kay. We can watch whatever you want.”

Of course, the suggestion of Zombieland made him absolutely light up. So much so, he planted an eager, sloppy kiss to the back of Ember’s neck. “Hell yes! But we need popcorn and junk.” Lots and lots of junk. He watched Vincent zoom across the room, grinning when he set the movie in the tray. Looked like movie night at Vincent’s house. “Vin, you better got eats. ... Can we order pizza? Do we got money to order pizza?” He’s broke as anything, but that’s because he gives his money to Vincent. “Shit. Ema like Zombieland too?” If Sam had a choice between cuddling with Ember or Ema... well.... he’d take Ember. But he still liked the spider.

[Horus Richmond]

Horus rubbed at his eyes blearily as he settled down, now feeling much warmer, and now dangerously cosy. Stifling a yawn, he rested his head on Vincent's shoulder, gradually turning into more and more of a cocoon. Wrinkling his nose up at Ember's comment, the blonde reached over and lazily slapped her arm. "'m a good cook too, y'know?" He mumbled defensively, his eyes gradually drawing further and further together. "An' I could sue y'for damages. M'tongue's gone all fuckin' burnt an' fuzzy." Cracking an eye open to peer at his tongue, Horus managed to shuffle over to Vincent's kitchen with the cocoa, and dumped a blob of icecream in the center. "Now 's extra frothy." He said triumphantly, sipping it with a wink.

The triumphant look on the blonde's face disappeared as Vincent and his warmth disappeared to the DVD rack, and he flailed aimlessly as he tried to right himself from his lean. Instead, he flopped hopelessly into the sofa cushions, and let out a defeated mumble. "Man doooown." He said, lacking the energy to self right. Well, that was until the word pizza was mentioned. At that, Horus launched back up, shimmied into the hall, grabbed his bag and fished out money, eyes wide open. "Fuck yeah, pizza 's money well spent!" He shouted, lobbing the notes on the table. "Pizza now now now."

To say Horus likes Pizza is an understatement.

He looked mildly interested as Ema crawled out, and his fingers gently ran over the tarantula's back, smiling. "I like movie night, s'th'best." He said agreeably, tucking himself up into a small, blonde mound of blankets, and burrowing between Ember and Vincent eagerly. "S'y'guys thought anymore 'bout th'summer?" He asked curiously, pawing at his eyes to try and stop himself falling asleep. It was a battle he was definitely losing, especially now he was warm and dry and had run out of energy. Horus gave one last attempt at trying to stay awake leaning forward to grab his cocoa, when it happened.

Crack is the noise your forehead makes when it meets a coffee table. No really it is. Horus had finally conked out mid movement, and in the process of moving forward, he'd managed to carry on straight into the corner of the table, where he slid, serenely, underneath, snuffling in his sleep. And nope, no sleep awareness this time. The boy was gone. Lost in a dream of marshmallows and pizza trees, and with his head slowly swelling up to gain a large, angry looking egg on it. ... Help him guys, seriously. He's all broken.