Beyblade Burst Adventures

Yellow Eye's Party

In which Yellow Eye throws a party while Ashtem is out, and everyone is dead. (OOC everyone. I should just add OOC Norman to the tags at this point.)

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Okay, that should take care of the repairs on the ripcord machine. I can't believe Yellow Eye keeps breaking it. I stand upright, dusting off my hands and allowing myself a small smile. I'm getting pretty good at this. Maybe I could start a repair shop- Gold Eye Mechanics...

I pause for a moment, then I roll my eyes. No, that's stupid. Anyway, I better go check on the others.

Ashtem placed me in charge while he went out, and I don't intend to shirk my responsibilities. After all, how hard can skulking around and staring at people be?

I make my way to the training room first, where all the recruits and their overseers should be. As I draw closer I realize I can hear weird pounding music and raise an eyebrow. Who is playing music in there? Electronics aren't allowed in the training room...

I open the door, and my eyes widen I horror.

Yellow Eye broke the damn machine to distract me... And I fell for it... Ohhh, gods... How did he get a party started so quickly?!

I look out over a sea of small children and a few useless teenagers- and even the other Masked Bladers- all dancing around to the country music Yellow Eye is blasting over the intercom. Most of the have red cups like from the movies, but I can only pray that Yellow Eye at least has the sense not to give children alcohol.

I glance around, spotting Red Eye nearby and making my way to him through the crowd. "Red Eye." I call when I'm by him. He turns to me and gives me a biiig grin that looks smug and grates my nerves.

"Hiiii!~ You finally showed up!" He slurs, and I quickly realize that no, he's not smug, he's DRUNK. "I'm sooo happy to see you, Goldy!" He stumbles closer, throwing his arms around me.

I have no idea how to respond to that. I simply, gently push him off and ask. "Red Eye, what have you been drinking?..."

"Punch!" He chirps. "Special punch that makes me feel woozy, kinda!"

Yellow Eye you're so dead- "I see... Um... How much have you drank?"

He actually has to think about that which is concerning... At least until- "Two and half cups, I think... Yeaaahh..." He giggles a bit. "Violet Eye said I'mma lightweight... Which is true I guess... I only weigh 83 pounds... Hee hee!~"

I frown a bit, then he throws his arms around me again. "What're we standing around fooor? Let's get to partying! Whoo whooo!"

"Red Eye, you do remember we're rivals, right?" I ask uncertainly, staring down at him. He smiles up at me.

"Sillyyyy, rivals can be friends!~ Valt said so all the time!"

"Who is Valt?"

He falls silent, frowning a bit. "Um.. N-No one." Oh gods his voice is breaking why are you crying- he pulls away, reaching under his mask and wiping his eyes to no avail. "J-Just someone I've l-let down a lot..."