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Who: Anyone who wants to come!
What: Autumn (Equinox) Celebration
When: Today, at 9PM to Midnight (and maybe even after)
Where: Around the Rec Center
Summary: Brigade party! There's food! There's lights! There's music! There's fireworks!
Rating: A for Abacus

There were lights! Autumn-appropriate decorations! There were tables of food (though very little of it is vegetarian friendly)! There was even a stage for music and entertainment! Still waiting was the fireworks to take place at midnight, but otherwise things were set up to more or less respectable Brigade standards. Maybe Haruhi hadn't done it herself, but it was done well enough, thanks to the efforts of being coordinated by Mikage.

The stage was left open for anyone to perform that wanted to. The karaoke machine had been dragged outside for people to sing along to, regardless of talent, or otherwise just to play music when no one was on stage. Naturally inside the Rec Center itself is a variety of pool tables, foosball, air hockey, and a TV with some video games. Just enough to keep things a little fun. If only there was a pool.

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[Archie raises his cup of punch to that, then takes a sip.]

Not everyone can accomplish audacity and get away with it. Anyone who does is worthy of at least a little admiration for that alone.

[Guy seems quite pleased that he hasn't revolted his company. He looks down between his fingers at his near forgotten cigarette.]

Well thank you. Quite strange not to have thrown the party myself, honestly. A grand part of being the fellow making a show of himself all the time is that he throws all the best of them at the flat. Yours truly, of course.

The humble sort, are we, Mr. Burgess?

[All he offers is a smile. The sort of smile that says being everything but humble has got him places, and he likes those places and who goes there with him.]

[A soft chuckle.]

I confess my sort of party involves more dancing and not as much...billiard-ing. [He knocks one of the balls into a pocket idly with a finger.]

[Guy can't help but laugh when Archie knocks one of the balls in.]

I don't shoot billiards often, but certain settings make it a preferable activity. I most often played after meetings at the country home in Chelsea of Sir Thomas Moore, the first Baronet. I once finished a shot by pocketing the ball with my hand right as His Royal Highness, the Prince of Wales walked in. I don't believe the prince regent noticed, nor did my fellow player. HRH was busy making incomplete sentences and swinging his chin back and forth while making a roundabout invitation to a friend of mine.

The game wasn't finished, really, so it hardly mattered. But I did get away with it.

[He chuckles at the memory of soon sprinting out of the home, Kim and he making ridiculous impressions of the Prince the rest of the night and many more after.]

Edited 2011-09-28 22:06 (UTC)

The Prince of Wales! [Color Archie impressed.] You cheated at billiards in front of the Prince of Wales. Not something everyone can claim.

For a man who speaks so abruptly I'd wager his game is the same. You should hear him, Lieutenant.

[He puffs up and puts on a bit of a face, his head suddenly serious.]

You, sir. Navy. Officer. Uniform. You've quite a good one I see. Tailor. Savile? I must know. Name. In writing.

[He sniffs and arranges his posture.]

Send it, won't you?

[It's then that he relaxes to his normal state, a far more shrugged posture and all nonchalance.]

It's as though he's broken half the time or his mind can't quite come up with what to say, so it babbles half-fragments until the point can muster itself.

[This gets Archie laughing.]

It's the blue blood, I suspect. Royals rarely have to think for themselves, I suspect. Like admirals, except with one or two scruples to hand--usually gifted to them and only taken out twice a year, but at least they've still got them.

It's what they have all their persons of interest for. P.O.I.'s are a well assembled machine of advisers, bankers, politicians, military officers, and even a bloody surveyor of the pictures.

[He grins wryly.] Though they've a strikingly handsome surveyor of the pictures currently.

[Dear Anthony is good enough at hob knobbing big knobs to become one of the knobs of the lot. Well looked after by the bosom of Windsor, or at least he would have been, had they not found themselves here.]

Not yourself. [Though he indeed expects Guy to be the sort to talk about himself that way, and also expects his suspicion to be confirmed.]

Right you are. [Another draw from his cigarette as he smirks, nearly finished.]

My dear and oldest friend, Anthony.

Ah! [Archie raises his cup.] To dear old friends.

[It's a terrible shame he doesn't have a glass to hold, but he raises his cigarette instead.]

To dear old friends.

[He takes the last puff and flicks it off his fingers instead of a drink.]

There is a toast I would drink to, had I the gin.

Have you been to Good Spirits?

I haven't been very many places, and that is on the list of the many.

It'd satisfy your craving for gin, at least.

Now that is something I must make note of. Honestly, I couldn't say where I've come to. The party was a bit of a lucky stumble. If I may ask?

The wreck center. [One can hear the W when he says it.] The name speaks to the sort of party, I suppose.

Edited 2011-09-29 00:37 (UTC)

It is a rather pathetic circumstance. Now the relation of the gin to here?

[Not that he means to abandon Archie to the party. No, he means to invite Archie out for drinking, if there is the chance for it.]

[He points.] That way. I could show you, if you like.

[Guy grins.]

Absolutely. I'm yours to show. Perhaps we'll stay and have a drink.

It would be preferable to this, certainly. [Archie gestures for Guy to take the lead out of the rec center.]

[He takes the cue and leads the way out, waiting to follow Archie the rest of the way.] Drinking is highly preferable to quite a few things.

Edited 2011-09-29 04:26 (UTC)

[Archie sets a course for Good Spirits.] The Royal Navy agrees with you, sir. Evidently drinking is highly preferable to mutiny.