Anime Night, now with bonus automatic weapons.

[azurelunatic]

I'm really not sure how to describe anime night. It started off as a riotously fun party situation, and then the booze came out and it got even more entertaining. Fun was had by all, more beautifully cracktastic business plans came out, there was anime (King of Bandits Jing in 7th Heaven, all three episodes), pizza, and musicgeeking.

At the end of the night, as we were de-convening with much hilarity, JD glomped English. Standard JD bouncy hug, complete with not entirely sober.

English grabbed his AK-47, dove into the closet, and ordered us out. Out we went.

I'm still processing, and I'm not entirely sure what to think of this. It's at least mildly disturbing.

Comments

[trelana.livejournal.com]

Honestly? If I had a gun around, that could very well be my reaction on a particularly bad day. I've got *massive* issues with being touched without leave - I nearly decked a little old lady at a casino the other day because she came up behind me without my knowing and hugged me. I spent the next two hours shaking like a leaf, spent an hour or so vomiting, and couldn't sleep without four valium, two Tylenol with codeine, and a tumblerful of whisky. I'm not much better when I get back to NV from Phoenix -- I curl up in a ball and hide for days.

Not saying it's an acceptable reaction -- G-d knows it's one of the reasons I don't have a gun in the house, and though I'm probably getting one, it'll be in a double-locked safe to which I only have one key. But I do suspect I know where he's coming from, at least.

[azurelunatic]

He is one of those people who does not seem particularly glompable. He is also an extrovert who regularly surrounds himself with people. I do not think that he would have had this same reaction to being glomped by a female.

[azurelunatic]

(clarification on my thoughts on the scale of his response in new post.)

[trelana.livejournal.com]

Having read the updates? Yeah, fuck that noise. I wouldn't go within a million miles of him again. The mental image I'd conjured up was the gun was extremely handy (e.g. in a closet right next to him) and he outright panicked. Not "ew teh ghey it touched me get out or I shoot." That's completely ... no.

[azurelunatic]

It was within a few feet; I'm not entirely sure exactly where it was in the configuration of it all, but the time between glomp, escape from glomp, grabbing the gun, and in the closet with the gun was seconds.