Scene:  South Atrium, Balamb Garden, Balamb Isle.
Characters:  Selphie Tilmitt, Irvine Kinneas, Farrell Tennan, and Vincent Valentine.
Plot:  Farrell has a smucking good time embarassing the heck out of Irvine.  At the point this log begins, Farrell has just agreed to join Selphie's Festival Committee.





Selphie oo~oooh!s, wide-eyed. "Reeeallly~?" She's totally surprised at Farrell's acceptance. Well, she acts it. n_n She does this everytime someone new joins. "That's totally -awesome-!" Clapping her hands, she'll wait a few moments before she gets Irvine. >3 But she does turn and beam up to the cowboy. "Did you hear that? This is radical!" n_n

Farrell rolls his eyes discreetly. She must not be getting much help if she's reacting this way.. looking over Seplhie's head to Irvine, he still awaits something more than a simple greeting from his friend. Ah well, he's probably expecting too much considering what's happened over the past week or so.

Irvine grins down at Selphie, drawing the hat off his head to drop it down toward hers, "Well, there's a radical leader in charge of the Festival." He winks at her, ignoring Farrell's presence for that moment at least.
However, he eventually looks up again, speaking to his old friend, "Welcome to Balamb then. No one told me you'd been cleared."

Selphie is -so- easy to please. Talk about low-mantenince. Cowboy hat, people humoring her, a train ride... Presto. Beaming at the sudden presence of a hat, which she secures firmly onto her head and holds onto on either side, she 'shyeah!'s. Pausing a moment, and quieting, she looks back and forth between the two boys. o_o "..." Blink, blink. "You two know each other? Like... -know- know?"

Farrell shrugs slightly, accepting the welcome for what it's worth.. All he's heard over the past day or so is 'Welcome to Garden' and as annoying as it can get, at least he's welcome. Looking back down at Selphie since replying to Irvine's statement isn't on his mind right now, he nods with a grin. "Yeah, we go way back.. just lost a lot of time in between, that's all."

Clearing his throat, Irvine looks slightly nervous for a moment at the mention of 'lost time'. "Yeah, we knew each other back at Galbadia Garden." He offers no more then that, too busy watching Selphie get a kick out of his hat. He's whipped all right.

Selphie oooo~oooh's, looking over to Farrell as Irvine explains. "Well, that's great!" And -- while it may be offtopic -- she springs her trap! Bwa ha! Smiling -sweetly- up to Irv, one hand toying with the trinket on her necklace, and the other resting on top of the hat, she attacks! "...Irvy~," yuh-oh, 'Irvy,' "Since -he- just joined, and you and I go -wa~ay- further back, why don't -you- join the Comittee, too~?" Yes. The 'Unless you want to look bad in front of the girls,' tactic. Bwa.

Farrell just thinks the hat thing is stupid.. but that's just him, of course. And he can most certainly tell that there's something between the two of them; not like he's going to try and pull them apart or anything. Mouthing the word 'Irvy' while staring at the cowboy in disbelief, Farrell turns on his heels and barely holds back uproaring laughter. This'll be something to remember.

"Of course," Irvine replies, shrugging his shoulders in some pitiful attempt to retain his macho-ness while agreeing to something most other students run, not walk, away from. Farrell's obvious humor gets a cold stare from the cowboy, but he's going to have to make a choice here, risk upsetting Selphie, or catch hell from his old friend.
Yes, Irvine is whipped. It doesn't even take much convincing, just one _one_ cute look from Selphie and he's tumbling over himself to join up.

      The little SD Selphie in her head does a little football victory dance, complete with the XD face. Real Selphie, meanwhile, claps her hands. n_n "How -awesome-!" Having weasled Zell into fixing some wires, and -Seifer- having -volunteered- to help (and moving some speakers), she's now got only a few more people to convince. n_n Bwa. Ha. Ha. "Total booyaka-ness!" Being so caught up in her current catch, she almost forgets about poor Farrell. "I knew you'd see the light." But ho! She turns, blinking a bit at Farr's stifled laughter... o_o "What?" Looking back up to Irvine, then to Farrell, she repeats, "Whaaat?" Is there something on her back? >_>

Farrell turns back around still wearing the biggest smile he could possibly get on his face. His snickering is audible yet he maintains his composure rather well. "Irvy" he mutters as he shakes his head. Clearing his face of all expression, he places his hand on Selphie's shoulder just for the heck of it. "I'll tell you some other time, kay? It's kinda an inside joke." Hmm, what a lie. Saving his friend from humiliation? Yep.. that comes later.

Is Irvine blushing? Hmmm... he has no hat now to attempt to cover it with, so the bit of pink blooming on his cheeks is far too visible. He glares at Farrell, crossing his arms over his chest. "Selphie and I practically grew up together." As if that explains the 'Irvy' nickname. Looking back down at Selphie, he explains to her, "Nothing, Sefie, Farrell doesn't realize how well we know each other."
If Irvine could grumple without possibly upsetting Selphie, he would.

Selphie has mastered the art of looking lost. Which she puts to good use now, even as Farrell 'explains.' The hand on her shoulder doesn't get much of her attention, aside from a sideglance down at it. "...M'kay," she offers to Farrell. And then Irvine explains. Woo! Glancing back up to the cowboy, she slooowly nods. o_o "...Oh. Okay!" Nodding pleasantly to Farrell, she backs him up. n_n "We -so- grew up together." Not that she remembers very much of it. 9_9

Farrell responds with a mocked expression of hurt. "Well, excuse me -Irvy-, I didn't realize that I was intruding on the love of your life." Oh, that was dripping with sarcasm.. and if either of them took him seriously then they certainly don't know what fooling around it.

Irvine resists the urge to facepalm, though he's more then fully blushing now. Instead, he glares at Farrell, not finding the comment humorous at all. Can you say denial coming into play? I knew you could. He rubs at one temple with the gloved heel of his palm, trying to find something, _anything_ to use as a distraction at this point. "Farrell, my friend, I had forgotten how annoying you could get sometimes."

       Selphie pikus. Yes, she blinks audibly at Farrell's comment! "Love of your life," he said. Well, if Irvy admitting something of the same persuasion when she met him on the wonderful train made her blush, then this -certianly- does. And there it goes -- a flush of pink across her cheeks, and the tips of her ears. *o_o* "Love of his life...?" She doesn't even turn to look at Irvine right now -- he's probably grinning! Or something that would just make her blush worse. He's so mean! "W-..We just grew up together, was all..." Quiet, heart! o_o; They'll hear you! Of course, Irvine -did- give her a reason to chide him. Calling Farrell annoying! ...She'll let it slide, though. *>_>* And fidgets.

Farrell cracks up at his friend, walking around Selphie to Irvine, resting one arm up on the cowboy's shoulder while using the other hand to smack at his face. Glancing down at the bearer of Irvine's hat, he chuckles, "Doesn't he look so cute when he's embarassed?" He's enjoying every minute of this. Hell yeah, he's annoying. It happens to be one of his defining characteristics. Doing something like this is a little more risky than it used to be.. He also hasn't quite noticed the loss of comfort he's inadvertantly causing in Selphie.. perhaps he should stop now while he's ahead?

Selphie's plaintive protest really does tug at Irvine's heartstrings. He starts to rest a hand on her shoulder, hoping somehow to pull at least her out of this embarassing moment. Then... along comes Farrell. Irvine should have seen it coming, really, this sort of horsing around happened all the time when they were, oh, twelve. But, that was five years ago to the gunman.
Roughly Irvine shoves at Farrell, trying to push him away. "Quit it, man, this isn't funny." Sure, at one point he flirted with Selphie shamelessly, but that was before and he's been trying to change that image with her forever, only to have any progress demolished in one moment.

     When Vincent steps into sight from the left wing of the hallway's curve, he seems to have no urgent destination in mind. The man walks slowly, taking his time to arrive nearer the short flight of stairs leading to the elevator behind the directory. Now, whether or not it's there he's heading is another matter entirely. Especially as it seems his journey is about to be delayed, when Irvine speaks loud eonugh to be overheard, and moves to shove Farrell. Fortunately, he's heading in that general direction anyway, and so, he continues to move forward, likely coming up from behind the group at /just/ that angle where he might go unnoticed 'til he's much closer.

Being as relaxed as he was, Farrell stumbles backwards, completely unexpectedly too, I might add. He manages to stay on his feet, but in order to keep his balance, he has to keep moving back... which, even though uncontrollable, is a bad thing. And it's known as a fact when he smashes his back into the guardrail. Shocked to say the least, he looks over at Irvine with wide eyes. No words.. just shock. That certainly shut him up.

Selphie would normally -love- a comment the like of Farrell's. But being that she's not really in her normal happy-go-lucky mood, it just bugs her -- and deepens her blush. Yes, Selphie gets bugged. Tonight at 8. Er, 10. Er. Tomorrow, at 8. o_o; But she attempts to ignore him -- maybe he'll go away. >_> That is, until she hears Irvine attempt to quiet him. ...! Turning around, and wide-blinking at the scene, she oooh's quietly. o_o; "..Irvine," she whispers. o_o;; "I'm sorry," she says, -for- Farrell. n_n;; There.

Though Irvine was in a decent mood earlier, that little black cloud that seems to follow him around occasionally appears again. He shoves his hands into his pockets, glaring deeply at his old friend. Glancing back at Selphie, some of that anger melts, embarassment and uncertainty occupying a face that normally tries to maintain a macho fascade. "I... I gotta go."
Quick as that, he turns, starting off toward the Eastern Atrium, totally forgetting his hat. Of course, that's the least of his worries right now.