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hadriel_logs2018-12-26 08:26 pm
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[closed] by all calculations, we're pretty sure...
Who: The residents of Horny House (imported house 5-1) and their esteemed invited guests (The Drakes, Alphys, Gren, Ephemera, and Cecily)
What: It's Candlenights! And considering how much the rest of the month has sucked, it's fuckin time.
Where: Horny House (imported house 5-1)
When: Backdated to December 25th
Warnings: Should be clean, other than some drinking and cursing.
The thing about Candlenights is that nobody actually knows what day it is. The nature of Candlenights is it's appearance- its not Candlenights, and then suddenly it just is. There's calculations you could do, sure, but that sounds like a lot of work, and the twins about figure that it's been roughly a year since they last did this. Plus, this month has sucked in an incredible way for them both, so you know what?
It's Candlenights now. Boom, just like that. Fuck you, Gods. It's Candlenights.
So when the guests arrive, the house is as decked as they're able to get it, under the circumstances. The front hall has shiny beads and a line of floating candles to and up the stairs, which guests can climb to find the party on the top floor. The living room has the familiar warm ambiance of the house itself; more candles floating around the room but giving off no heat. If someone takes the time to brush them, they might realize they're illusions, capable of producing at least light. Thankfully, a fire pit in the center of the room burns bright and strong, hitting some sort of invisible wall if it tries to flick outside the boundaries but providing warmth to the room at large. The kitchen holds plates of food, a large stew on the stove with meat from one of those large beasts simmering to taste. Additional hors d'oeuvre, mostly breads and fruits, lay in dishes for guests to partake. And for later, a large cake dusted in powdered sugar sits atop the mantle, waiting to be cut. A few bottles of wine, obviously hoarded since better times, sit on top of the bar to be distributed as one sees fit, as well as a large punch bowl filled with... something. It's alcoholic, but uh, maybe take it slow. Or don't, and get drunker than you've ever been. It's Barry Bluejeans' Ultra Punch (what if Punch...... but More) and it should be imbued with caution.
And finally, the thing Taako is most proud of, is a real bush sits in the corner surrounded by gifts. If one were to look closely or think about it critically, they might realize only Carlisle's gardens have bushes, and this one looks very similar to one of those. Don't think about it too hard! Just marvel at the bush! It's also been covered in illusory candles, so it isn't a fire hazard, but they're not above putting real candles on it. What do you think they are, safe? Please.
But for once, among the gloom from the last planet to this one, and the darkness in their lives, Candlenights brings warmth and good tidings for the year ahead. Time to get through the winter, folks, and maybe quite literally forget your problems for a while.
This is a mingle log! Post top levels, give gifts, get incredibly drunk on magic punch- anything goes. Happy Candlenights, everyone!
What: It's Candlenights! And considering how much the rest of the month has sucked, it's fuckin time.
Where: Horny House (imported house 5-1)
When: Backdated to December 25th
Warnings: Should be clean, other than some drinking and cursing.
The thing about Candlenights is that nobody actually knows what day it is. The nature of Candlenights is it's appearance- its not Candlenights, and then suddenly it just is. There's calculations you could do, sure, but that sounds like a lot of work, and the twins about figure that it's been roughly a year since they last did this. Plus, this month has sucked in an incredible way for them both, so you know what?
It's Candlenights now. Boom, just like that. Fuck you, Gods. It's Candlenights.
So when the guests arrive, the house is as decked as they're able to get it, under the circumstances. The front hall has shiny beads and a line of floating candles to and up the stairs, which guests can climb to find the party on the top floor. The living room has the familiar warm ambiance of the house itself; more candles floating around the room but giving off no heat. If someone takes the time to brush them, they might realize they're illusions, capable of producing at least light. Thankfully, a fire pit in the center of the room burns bright and strong, hitting some sort of invisible wall if it tries to flick outside the boundaries but providing warmth to the room at large. The kitchen holds plates of food, a large stew on the stove with meat from one of those large beasts simmering to taste. Additional hors d'oeuvre, mostly breads and fruits, lay in dishes for guests to partake. And for later, a large cake dusted in powdered sugar sits atop the mantle, waiting to be cut. A few bottles of wine, obviously hoarded since better times, sit on top of the bar to be distributed as one sees fit, as well as a large punch bowl filled with... something. It's alcoholic, but uh, maybe take it slow. Or don't, and get drunker than you've ever been. It's Barry Bluejeans' Ultra Punch (what if Punch...... but More) and it should be imbued with caution.
And finally, the thing Taako is most proud of, is a real bush sits in the corner surrounded by gifts. If one were to look closely or think about it critically, they might realize only Carlisle's gardens have bushes, and this one looks very similar to one of those. Don't think about it too hard! Just marvel at the bush! It's also been covered in illusory candles, so it isn't a fire hazard, but they're not above putting real candles on it. What do you think they are, safe? Please.
But for once, among the gloom from the last planet to this one, and the darkness in their lives, Candlenights brings warmth and good tidings for the year ahead. Time to get through the winter, folks, and maybe quite literally forget your problems for a while.
This is a mingle log! Post top levels, give gifts, get incredibly drunk on magic punch- anything goes. Happy Candlenights, everyone!
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The woman's Candlenights traditions haven't changed too much from the previous year, Lup fluttering gracefully from the kitchen to the bush to their many guests in constant movement, always popping up into conversations and personal bubbles before folks even realize she's there. She can be found thrusting either hors d'oeuvre or clumsily wrapped gifts in people's faces with glee, delight and warmth radiating off of her in waves.
After the year they've had, especially the last few months in particular, this is just what she needs. The familiar warmth and comfort of her dearest friends and family. The people who make the pain worth it.
Even if it's wintery outside, Lup's dolled up in a bit of a revealing dress that sparkles with her every movement, long hair hanging loose around her shoulders in waves. She's matching her brother, of course, now back to looking nearly identical.
If anyone isn't paying attention, there's a good chance Lup will just toss a present right at their head if they don't come to collect fast enough.]
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And with the amount of Ultra Punch he's had already, he better be on top of things. No way he could catch a present in the air this year.]
Havin' a good time, punkin? [Barry sidles up next to his gorgeous wife, standing there sparkling and dripping with glitter, a stark contrast to Barry's goofy suit jacket and tie.] Y'hit it outta th'park this year too.
[It's with a completely innocent smile he rests his chin on her shoulder, looking up at her with the eyes of a man pretending not to be three cups deep in Ultra Punch.] So, beautiful. How's about a gift swap?
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But, y'know, that won't stop the twins from going all out later just to fuck with him. Happy Candlenights!]
It's good. Real good. If I close my eyes and drink enough, I can pretend the majority didn't vote us into snow hell for at least a little longer.
[No, the elves aren't bitter at all.
But her darling husband's chin is perched on her shoulder, the man looking positively trashed and happy in a way that tugs warmly at her heart, so she gives into that soft feeling, tipping her head into his affectionately.]
Considerin' how well that worked out for me last year, hell yeah. Gimme!
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it helps that her tiddies are out]Let's try an' not think of that tonight, okay sweetums? 'Sides, I've done a good job keepin' ya warm so far, haven't I?
[That last part is mumbled in a hoarse, quiet slur that sounded much sexier in his head. Okay, so maybe he's gone a little heavy on the punch. But at least he's smiling, beaming in fact, for the first time in a while. The tundra has been hard on all of them.]
Fair warnin', Loop-de-Lup, dunno how this one's gonna fare compared t'last year. But I'm hopin' it's gonna, [he says as he pulls out a flat, square box, handing it to her with a bright grin,] chill ya out.
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Barry's three drinks too many into his Ultra Punch and Lup knows it, her mouth spread wide into a toothy grin at his lame attempts at pet names for her. There haven't been too many reasons to celebrate in Hadriel this last year - not between the rage event several months back, both Taako and Angus dipping out for awhile and scaring them senseless, and the friends they've completely lost. But being here with her husband, reunited at last with all of the love they've cultivated the last century feeling stronger than ever, Lup knows they deserve this.
One night to celebrate and let loose. After today, this whole damn city is gonna be there's.
She bumps up against his side with a laugh, giving the man an affectionate shove.]
Can't complain about that, no. [But both of her long ears fly upwards when he produces his gift, a wrapped box, and barely any time passes before Lup's snatching it from his hands and tearing it open.]
I will complain about your awful puns though, but first, lemme see what goodies you got me this year.
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Or alternatively, be mortified forever and apologize the second he sobers up.]
Wait, which ones are awful again? 'Cause I mean, I got a lot of'em.
[Barry watches with an excited grin as Lup tears the wrapping off the box and lifts the lid. The shape of the box sort of gives it away - the exact look and feel of an old jewelry box, velvet cover in somewhat rough shape since he scavenged it from a long-forgotten shop, but the rich blue color looks beautiful, a few scuff marks aside. Inside, nestled in powdered blue cushioned fabric, is what appears to be a diamond necklace, with what seems like uncut stones in various sizes linked together, the biggest rock resting proudly in the middle as a pendant.
Except all the diamond-looking stones have a fine layer of moisture misted on every uneven surface, water pooling into little beads in the deepest nooks and cracks of each rock. And, once lifted, each of the crystals seem to be filled with some kind of liquid.]
Had t'work with what I got. 'S an ice necklace. Figured y'should get to own th'cold instead of lettin' it own you. [Barry looks absurdly proud of himself, aided by the alcohol.] Don't worry, babe, 's not actually cold or anything. And it won't melt either. I'm a pretty good wizard.
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Jewelry is a pretty standard gift from Barry, who knows what his wife likes after so many years together. She's just the same as Taako, of course, attracted to anything shiny and glittery that she can drape all over herself. Back home, she has a whole drawer of rings and necklaces and bracelets and earrings from over the last sixty-some years with him, too many for one person. But even with how rare it is to find real jewelry in this place, Barry still somehow always manages to keep up the tradition. And this piece is so exception.
Even for someone as sharp-eyed as Lup, she's fooled by the look of the necklace at first, brows flying up under her bangs at the sight of so many enormous diamonds. But when she lifts it from it's delicate box, that's when she catches the moisture there, the shifting liquid within. Her fingertips trace over the largest crystal, feeling how it warms beneath her touch without melting.]
Don't get too big a head there, Barold. Pretty good is pushing it.
[But even her tease sounds a little doubtful. The magic behind this necklace is pretty intense, same as the unwilting flower crown that Taako enchanted for her last year. Barry must have spent a long time putting something like this together. How the heck had he been able to keep it from her?]
S'pretty. [Gorgeous really.] Not a half bad job.
[She holds the necklace out to him and turns, pulling her braid to the side to give him an unobstructed view of her long neck.] C'mon, sling that thing my way. I gotta go rub Taako's face in it.
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Right, 'course. Not half bad.
[Her teasing words aside, Barry can tell she likes it. It's a correct assumption - making the necklace hadn't been easy. More than a few days were spent sitting outside in the freezing cold in secret, practicing the enchantment that would suspend the water in an icy shell in the shape of a crystal of pure ice, and even more time had gone into perfecting the temperature. Transmutation isn't his strong suit by a long shot, but he's nothing if not resourceful. Lots and lots of Prime Hadriel Ice had gone to waste trying to craft jewelry fit for a queen.
A real shame.]
Anything for th'lady. [Setting his punch aside, Barry accepts the necklace and - as elegantly as he can, which isn't saying much in his state - fastens it around her neck, letting it drape over her sharp clavicle, the ice gems a stunning contrast to her dark freckled skin, the center pendant resting picture perfect in her cleavage. He takes the opportunity to plant a soft, warm kiss to the back of her neck, right at her hairline.
God, he lucked out.] So? Whaddya think?
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The necklace is just a glittery bonus to it all.
Barry drapes the necklace around her and Lup cranes her head down to see the biggest crystal resting perfectly between her tits, shifting just enough to catch the light of the Candlenights bush shining off it, the beautiful way it looks against her dark skin. Not that she would have turned her nose up at a real diamond necklace, but something so beautiful and homemade like this, that took such dedication and talent and time to create, this is just way better. There's no contest.]
Mm, [Lup hums as her fingertips drag over the ice, her everything warming up pleasantly beneath that quick kiss to her neck. But she turns in his arms, to throw her own around Barry's neck, keeping him close.]
I love it. [The rare compliment from Lup, genuine without a single joke attached.] You kinda kicked it out of the park, babe. I'm impressed.
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[He's quick to rest his hands on Lup's waist as soon as she turns around, looping her arms around his neck, dark and slender lines of connection between them. Now that he's facing her, he can admire how the necklace drapes over her chest, how the color contrast against her skin really makes the beads pop, how the crystals catch the flickering lights of the Candlenights bush. It's as beautiful as she is.
Barry is ludicrously proud of himself.]
Well, I'm real glad y'love it. 'Cause I love ya a whole bunch.
[Leaning in, Barry seals his lips to Lup's, smiling into the kiss with the kind of warm hum only a drunk man very much in love would make.]
So... Where's my gift at?
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She can't wait to see it become reality.]
Someone's real impatient - [Lup teases like she hadn't attacked him for her gift in the first place. She casts mage hand and lets the spectral hand scoop up Barry's gift from beneath the bush, two separate packages, both wrapped excessively, with at least five bows attached to each box. She's clearly gone all out this year. When her summoned hand floats closer she takes the flat, rectangle shaped package yet - so obviously a book even beneath the wrapping - and untangles herself from Barry just enough to present it.]
Here's one. Prepare to get Candlenights dunked on, my guy.
[And inside is definitely a book, like a blank journal she'd fished out of the store. But inside, someone's written out a story through the pages, all in an unfamiliar handwriting, and it wouldn't take very long of flipping through pages to find out Barry and Lup are absolutely the stars of this tale.
Oh yeah, baby, Lup's given Barry his own porny harlequin romance novel starring themselves.]
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Two gifts this year? God, babe, yer spoilin' me.
[The sooner he can get his gifts unwrapped, the sooner he can go back to lazily making out with his wife all Candlenights. Neatly undoing the paper and navigating around the frankly excessive amount of bows, Barry pulls out the little book with no title on the front or the spine, indeed expecting to find a blank journal. He did not expect to find handwriting inside. He certainly hadn't expected to see his own name among the scrawled words.]
... "As soon as Barry's front door was shut they started kissing again. Lup's tongue fluttered against his, and his hands were deep in the softness of her hair, and it was like time unspooled, carrying them right back to when they were teenagers"... Wh-What is this?
[He keeps reading, even as his face gets redder and redder, his eyes widening with every word.] "You feel so good," Lup whispered . . . and then Barry couldn't hold back any longer. He p-plunged inside her, deep into that maddening clutch, that h-heat--" [Barry can't take it, snorting with laughter, loud and undignified. The effort to hold back from cackling makes his shoulders shake.] Holy fuck, wh-who wrote this??
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What can I say? I like to keep my trophy husband spoiled.
[Lup, miraculously, manages to keep it together when Barry first starts flipping through the pages, his face going redder and redder with each line of text, the elf's own expression getting harder and harder to keep composed, until the both of them burst at the same time. Barry snorts with laughter and his wife just cackles next to him, Lup howling so hard she has to bend over and catch her breath. It's honestly even better than she imagined.]
Why does that matter!? It's your gift, babe! Handwritten porn all about you and me. Pretty dope, right? Oh, oh shit, check out the part in the third chapter. I think you start getting teary-eyed while eating me out. Pretty true to life, right?
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Th-This is... [He tries to get the words out, honest to god, but it's kind of hard when he's shaking so badly with laughter. It's equal parts embarrassing and hilarious - but somehow kind of sweet too?? This is giving the lacy panties Lup got him last year a run for its money.
He kept those, by the way. They've surprisingly seen much use. Maybe this outrageous novel will come in just as handy.]
Lup, this is somethin' else. [Heeding her encouragement, Barry flips to the third chapter, and the second his eyes scan over the sentence Lup's still-pulsing clit, he cracks up without shame or afterthought. Whoever wrote this has a knack for prose unlike any Barry has ever seen.] I can't-- I-- o-oh my god!
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(Sure the booze is absolutely playing it's part in his enjoyment of this gift, but Lup would like to think she knocked it out of the park this time, trashed or otherwise.)
Barry's still red in the face and giggling adorably when Lup slips in close to press a quick kiss to his cheek, her head tipping sweetly against his, one arm slung around his neck, her other hand still holding his second gift.]
One-of-a-kind, commissioned just for you. Hard to beat a gift like that, huh?
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[It's said between little giggles and hiccups of laughter, his cheeks red and hot and almost aching from the width of his smile. Indeed, this is a hard one to beat. Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought to get something like this for Lup.
He can already envision reading excerpts out loud to her while they're cuddled up in bed, giggling with each other only to make out a second later.]
Yeah, I'd say. [The gift in her hand gets a non-subtle glance.] Unless her tellin' me that one y'got somehow beats th'book.
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Barry's gaze drops to the second gift and, somehow, Lup's grin manages to stretch wider, curling in that particular way it does whenever she's up to something. It's pretty easy to see how proud she is of her gifts this year.]
I dunno, my guy, why don't you tell me.
[And she thrusts the second gift into his chest with a too-enthused shove, her whole body just vibrating in excitement. The second gift is much smaller than the first, a tiny square shape, all done up in about five layers of gift wrap. When Barry finally cuts through all of the paper, the box beneath is just a cardboard box, plain and unassuming, but inside of that is a ring, silver and sleek and just his size. Nothing quite as fancy as an enchanted ice necklace, but the way it shines under the light of the fire is unnaturally bright, gleaming beautifully from every angle.
And if he really inspects it, he'll find a few not so perfect but otherwise lovingly engraved music notes on the inside of the band.]
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[It's all a thing.]
[But he's got a gift, like, y'know, you're supposed to, and he even went and tried to fix up his stupid-ass wardrobe so that he wouldn't be a complete embarrassment when he showed up. Lup's big on appearances or whatever, she'll probably be dressed to the fucking nines and so should everyone else? Including him?]
[God, the holidays are stressful.]
[So, here he is, Lup. Dressed up in a fancy-ass suit with a fancy-ass coat and a long package tucked up under his arm. He's here, in this noisy-ass house for this noisy-ass party, because you want his grumpy ass to be here.]
Jesus, Lup, I ain't even into tits and I don't know where the fuck I'm supposed to look on you.
[Could you get a dress that's more low cut? How does it even stay where it's supposed to? Is she using magic to make sure that she doesn't have a nip slip?]
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Lup's just finished flinging a square-shaped present across the room at another one of her guests - their loud gasp of 'ow!' just leaves the woman's grin curling sharper - before she turns and catches Gren striding up to her. And for perhaps the first time in this whole friendship, she's absolutely doing a double take at the sight of him.]
Ho-ly shit! Look at you!
[For once in her life, Lup will brush off the compliments to her own gorgeousness for at least a second or two more so that she can give Gren's new look the attention it deserves, the elf quickly looking up and down his body, before she's circling him like a shark, making sure to check all of his angles. This is just such a rare sight, alright. She wants to preserve this in her memory forever.]
Fuckin' sharp, my guy! I'm diggin' this whole aesthetic on you. Almost makes up for the whole face situation you got goin' on. [Almost.] I'm impressed.
[But since he did kick down the door and mention her tits, Lup gives him a little twirl of her outfit, the way the skirt glitters almost too much when it floats around her legs.]
I'm more than just tits, y'know, as amazing as they are.
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[She was so close, but she just had to remind him about his janky-ass face. Thanks, he knows that he’s like a 5 in good light and maybe a six if you dress him nice and put a bag on his head. At least he doesn’t have thin skin about this kind of thing.]
[Then Lup does her little runway twirl, and her dress is a floating cloud of gold fabric around her. She’s beautiful, because of course she is, and Lup could put on a burlap sack and still make it look couture. It’s a talent, probably.]
Yeah, yeah. You look like a million bucks, everybody in the fuckin’ room knows it.
[Gren holds out the odd-shaped package that he’s been carrying under his arm towards her.]
Here, just take this shit. Happy fuckin’ ren faire Christmas or whatever this bullshit is.
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Lup knows she looks good and she knows everyone knows she looks good, but the elf's grin still curls when he says it, tipping her chin down demurely so she can bat her lashes at the man.]
Ain't that the truth. Gotta give the sad sacks here some eye candy while the scenery is so damn unappealing. Gotta make the trek over here worth it.
[Not that she didn't offer up instant transportation for all of her friends, just because she'd rather not have them all arrive frozen. She can barely even tell the shift in temperature, but she still hates it.]
Look at you. All dolled up and handin' out holiday gifts? Must be my lucky day.
[Lup turns the present around in her hands, inspecting it, before she's just tearing right into it.]
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He doesn't have any hands free to catch and he panics and throws Lup's present at her as well, so that from a distance they look less like friends exchanging gifts, and more like a fantasy Benny Hill routine.]
Lup, what in the-
[His sputtering is cut off by the present going 'DONK' against his head. Or maybe it's more like 'clink', or thud. To be determined when I know what Lup is gifting him.]
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Lup manages to snatch her gift from him from the air, grinning toothily from ear to ear, looking like the most satisfied cat after all of the gifts she's been given so far over the evening. Her new necklace from Barry, a vision of brilliant ice crystals splayed against dark skin, and the enchanted flower crown Taako'd gifted her the previous year, sitting daintily over her intricate braids.
After the hell of the last year, this is just what they needed. Friends, family, and a hella lot of booze.]
Nice catch, Skeletor. [The present she's gifted him does indeed make a bit of a donk against his head, light and soft under the packaging.] Ennjoyin' yourself?
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Kravitz is, for the record, entirely unsurprised that Lup manages to deal with a present flying at her face with far more grace than himself. What else is new. He takes the opportunity to huff haughtily at her when she teases him; one of his top fave activities.]
Oh, be quiet. I am, though. I do wish I'd relaxed more last year.
[Lup's gift from Krav, for the record, is also fairly light, but decidedly not soft. Pointy corners!!! Hope that was a real good catch!!!
He rips carefully into the paper of his own gift, opening it with poorly concealed curiosity to reveal....???]
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I mean, it was your first year hangin' out with the fam. I get it, we can be kinda intimidating. But I'd say this year you're fitting in way better, def one of the family now.
[It helps that he's moved in and is like, here, right in their shit, forced to associate and become comfortable in their presence.
Either way, she's gonna be shaking her gift indelicately when it's in her hands, clutched in both hands and just flailing around trying to figure out what she's been given. Lup is keeping up the tradition of ridiculous shirts, two matching muscle tanks with the neon glittery words SQUAD GOALS emblazoned right over the front.]