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[ploutos.insanejournal.com]

Who: Ploutos & 4chan
What: Hanging out and drinking, because they're awesome
When: Sunday night
Where: Ploutos' place
Warnings: Language, 4chan, drinking, tbd


Ploutos hadn't met many of the newer gods, but of the few that he had, he found that he rather liked 4chan. He was funny, and he didn't hold anything back. And Ploutos respected that in a person. So he'd invited him over to his apartment for drinks, because Sunday nights were boring, and he liked having company around. It made his apartment less quiet.

He had some beer in the fridge, a bottle of Dionysus' wine on the counter, and some bottles of various spirits in a cupboard. He wasn't sure what the other god liked, but he was pretty sure he'd covered most of his bases.

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4chan, stuck somewhere between freezing his balls off and being somewhat glad the carnage from the previous weeks was pretty much over and done with- threw on a t-shirt (http://www.zazzle.com/50_shades_of_gay_white_and_gray_t_tshirt-235500859465621364), some jeans- the only pair that happened to be clean and not laying on the floor at the time, and a heavy jacket. Not exactly the pinnacle of style, but he wasn't concerned. After all drinking- especially with someone who seemed mildly amused by him and, well, wasn't telling him how stupid he was or how he needed to shut up was hardly an occasion to whip out anything nicer than what he usually wore. When he 'dressed' up and started drinking, he'd more often than not find himself fiddling with the buttons on things and taking clothes off anyway.

Ploutos, as it seemed, had a very nice place. Much nicer than 4chan's little apartment with his cat, which boasted a messy bedroom, a living space full of wires and porn, and a kitchen. Still, the polite thing to do once he got to what he had to assume was the right place, was knock on the door.

Which he did, though not without an obnoxious vocal outburst of "'AY, SEXY!"

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Ploutos came to the door when he heard the knock, and started laughing when he heard the shout that followed. He was still chuckling when he held the door open, waving 4chan inside. "Come on in, take a load off," he said, waving in the general direction of the living room.

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4chan was happy, to say the least, though he cuddled into his jacket, wanting to keep the warm in until he finally adjusted. He walked in, smiling a bit wider than usual. He liked Ploutos, after all. He was a cool guy, and didn't wave him off or treat him like junk mail- so he was okay. He felt sort of safe, at least in the realms of being obnoxious. He relaxed his shoulders with a sigh, and a peek around.

"Hey bro." he chimed. "How're you? Dandy, I hope. That's how I'm doing. Weird word, though."

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"Dandy is indeed a weird word," Ploutos agreed. "I've been peachy, another weird word, working and studying, mostly. Passes the time, I guess. But the jewelry store I'm working in is nice, the owner's pretty cool."

He wandered into the kitchen, flipping on the lights. "You want something to drink?" he asked.

[mootles.insanejournal.com]

"Peachy, hm?" 4chan was practically leaning on the kitchen counter already, slipping his jacket onto a nearby chair, hoping that that arrangement was alright, as he tried not to look to excited about the prospect of drinking with someone. It was going to be a mess, but he didn't care. "As long as you're happy with what you're doing and not about to go postal- it's cool." he stretched a little, joints here and there giving the smallest pop at his movements.

"And fucking yes, dude. Anything you've got."

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"Rest assured, I'm not about to go postal," Ploutos told him. "Working with gems is something I've been doing for quite a while, and my uncle and cousin keep sending me gems and encouraging me, so that's always a plus."

"That really depends on what you want," he said. "I've got beer, some wine made by the god of wine, and a couple different kinds of liquor. Right now...I'm having rum, I think."