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Who: Neah & Diarmuid
What: PARTY & PARTY, PONIES, SILENT HILL: SHATTERED MEMORIES, DRINKING, EXTREMEEEEEEEE -- Okay. They're just having a sleep over.
When: Around 10pm.
Where: Diarmuid's ~~loveshack~~ hotel room
Rating: PG-13. Might go higher.
Warnings: Cavities from ponies, might not be able to breathe from laughter, etc etc.

You know, he really wasn't kidding when he said he was going to come over to make Diarmuid feel better. He didn't come empty handed either. No. Not at all. He brought a few things from his room that would hopefully have the same effect on Diarmuid as it did to himself.

That's right.

He brought a Wii + a game he somehow stumbled upon. A little girl sitting on a swing? Wasn't all that ominous. Besides, if it was scary, they were probably going to be kind of drunk anyway. Cause he brought some alcohol for the first time in ages.

Knock knock, Diarmuid~ ♥

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He answered the door with a sigh, actually hoping Neah could distract him. Things had gotten too difficult for his liking, and any distraction would have been a welcome one.

"Please, come in. It's good to see you."

Keeping a happy face on. He didn't like to see his friend hurt in any way. So he was going to do everything he could to make him feel better. Hell. He wasn't even going to ask what happened after he left, because that wouldn't be productive, now would it?

"It is nice to see you, too." Neah slid right in. Putting the wii on a nearby table, as well as the liquor. "In the words of Pinkie Pie... 'Are you ready to party'?"

"I am not exactly in high spirits tonight, I'm afraid. You will have to forgive me if I ruin the atmosphere."

Another sigh. Things really were a mess, and arguing with Grainne had done nothing to improve the situation.

"...What is that?" he asked, glancing to the console.

"And that is exactly why we are having this party."

He will make Diarmuid happy. Even if it kills him. ... Or the both of them, with how much they might be drinking.

"It is... a gaming system. You have no played one?" wat.

"Oh--no, I haven't. I saw April with one once, but I think that looked different."

"Ah, well. I brought this over so you could take your mind off of what was bothering you. It is a good stress reliever, I think."

He'll set it up as soon as he gets the drinks popping. "I hope you are ready to drink. I brought quite a bit of alcohol."

"Neah, I'm Irish. You might as well ask 'are you ready to continue breathing'."

"I have never drank against an Irishman before. Should I be worried?"

"In a word? Yes."

Okay Diarmuid. He just opened up a bottle of liquor + two shot glasses. He has this weird feeling in the back of his head, he's not going to survive tonight.

"Then let's get started. Hopefully you do not have any neighbors that will be bothered by the noise."

"Just try to keep it to a minimum and we'll be fine."

LET'S DRINK, BRO.

"Sure."

LET'S DRINK. HE'S GOING TO DRINK AND SET UP THIS WII FOR MAXIMUM FUN. "I will set this up, and we can play. Alright?"

"Very well. You'll have to show me how it works, I really don't know much of technology in this age."

"You have never played a single game since you have been here?" Really dude.

"Er...no? Why do you ask?"

wat.

"Are you aware of the horror genre?" Well, the game they're playing isn't necessary... scary. It is to an extent, but it wasn't bad enough to have Diarmuid stab his tv.

Hopefully.

"Yes, I saw April playing a game she seemed quite startled by."

Even if he didn't really get it. Ghosts, scary? Pfft.

You have no idea, Diarmuid. You have no idea.

"I see. Well then. This game falls into the horror genre. ... However, it is more like therapy than a horror game."

He'll just be setting up this system and viola! All set up and turned on.

The TV now says: "Silent Hill: Shattered Memories".

Neah, why do you expect him to know what therapy is.

"So how does the whole thing, er...work?"

What is technology.

Because...!!

"This is a controller. You use this to move your character or cursor on the screen."

Reaching out to one of Diarmuid's hands, he wrapped the wrist bracelet thing around his wrist and placed the wiimote in his hand. "It is a simple technique, really."

SEE HOW YOU'RE MOVING THE SCREEN WITH THIS REMOTE DIARMUID. AMAZING.

"..."

Wave. Wave wave. There is no icon for the amount of 'OMG WHAT' on his face.

"Are you alright, Diarmuid? You do not look so well."

As in: HE REALLY DOESN'T REALIZE HOW MUCH DIARMUID DOESN'T KNOW ABOUT TECHNOLOGY.

Wavewavewave.

"H...how does that even work?"

"It is technology. Besides..." Here dawg, he's pouring you a drink. "It's quite fun, if I do say so myself."

When the screen loads, Diarmuid is asked to fill out all the questions.

ARE YOU GOOD AT MAKING FRIENDS? HM? ANSWER TRUTHFULLY, DEAR.

Hell yes, alcohol.

"Why is it asking all this, Neah?"