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Birthday Bash June 23rd | Evening

Who: Eugene, Max, and the inhabitants of House 51 and their invitees
What: A birthday party summons for Eugene and Max
When: June 23rd, evening
Where: House 51
Summary: After the events of the draft finally settling, it's time to get life back to normal.
Rating: PG-13 for drinking and swearing.

It was finally time to admit to himself that he was no longer in the club of twenty-somethings, which was a shame, really... but he wasn't going to lie to himself any longer. At least he wasn't alone, and Max could share in the not-quite-misery with him.

Something needed to unify people, something positive, and maybe this could help to begin settling nerves and getting life back to normal. So Eugene sends out a few invitations, even to the residents of his own home with a soft grin.

There were things that they could do to entertain themselves without much prep. Plenty of booze, board games, and even some baking that could be done. It didn't have to be something all-out as it was last year (no one could ever top a rave party for their birthday) but he wanted to party. So upon arrival, the smell of baking and cooking would be the first thing to greet them, before Eugene, of course.

[ooc: Anyone is in fact welcome to join in, and can consider themselves invited by people who have been invited. That is to say, this party is not exclusive to current CR, make yourselves at home]

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[Even before Loki arrives, Jack is being as gregarious as a newly-deaf man can probably be expected to be, walking around the party with a notepad stuffed in his back pocket for anyone who wants to communicate with him, greeting newcomers with a grin and a wave. Afterward he's actually reasonably able to talk, thanks to the spell that essentially gives him subtitles for everyone who's close enough, though as the evening drags on and Loki becomes more and more inebriated, the readout becomes more and more riddled with inconsistencies and errors. By that point, though, he's too tipsy to care.

Earlier on in the evening, though, he'll be gathering up any and everyone who wants to play a drinking game, pulling the available seats together into a makeshift circle.]

All right, everyone, simple rules. You tell one true thing about yourself and one lie. Everyone else guesses which is which. Whoever guesses wrong, drinks. If everyone guesses right, storyteller drinks.

[Loki is happy to stick fairly close to Jack for much of the evening (basically when he's not attending to Rogue). After all, Eugene did ask him to translate! It's nice to feel like he has some skill that people want, since he's been feeling incredibly pathetic about the whole blindness thing.

So he's front and center for the drinking games. And grinning. Such grinning.]

Two things about myself. Two things. So much to choose from.

Once, on a wager, I ate a live mouse. Whole. And it won me the wager and got me into bed with the man's daughter.

[He giggles. Poses for dramatic effect, miming the action. Sorry, this is a bit too like being in the nice, fun parts of Asgard.]

I know a spell that can make me piss fire. Literally. And that's won me a wager, too.

[Oh yeah, and by the way, Jack? This is what your subtitles say:

I tricked a sword swallower into taking me on as his apprentice so I could learn the trade.

A lady once passed out at the sight of my cock, because the sheer size of it terrified her so.

Whoops.]

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[With a soft "ech!" in reaction to the thought of eating a mouse Sabriel shakes her head, giggling at the thought of his second quip. Her face is nice and flushed from drinking and she's still got a half full glass of mead left.]

As much as I can't see why it would ever come up, I think the spell story is truth. I mean, I've yet to see a spell you can't do, and just- I can't imagine you eating a mouse under any circumstances!

I did eat a mouse.

[Grin.]

But it didn't get me into bed with anyone, and got fur caught in my throat. But I could piss fire for you right now if you like.

Eech!

[Sabriel reaches out to give Loki's shoulder a light smack and shudders.]

No! No no no no that's quite alright, thank you!

[Since she's been so kind as to give him her hand for that smack, he catches it, and surges up to place a sloppy kiss on her cheek.]

Instead, I could kiss you with my mousy lips!

No mouse kisses!

[A mix of a giggle and a squeal escapes her when he plants that kiss on her cheek. Recoiling away she might have overbalanced herself a little, leading her to topple over a little. Y'might want to let go of her before she accidentally drags you down too, Loki.]

[He's already drunk. She sure does drag him over with her. And he does let out a shout of dismay before hitting the floor, then bursts out laughing.

Then plants another kiss on Sabriel's cheek, poking at her until he locates her side for a tickle.

Oh yes. And mouse noises.

Drunk big brother mode, man. What can you do.]

[If the flopping over with a drunken Asgardian tickling her wasn't enough, the kiss and the mouse noises were plenty to send her into a proper giggle fit. It's all she can do to try and squirm out of reach while she catches her breath between laughing bouts.

And then Ranni joins the fray with an excited bark- happily nosing and applying doggy kisses to Loki's cheek, Sabriel's face, and basically trying to affectionately tackle anyone she can reach.]

[Loki is almost helpless with giggling, himself, and it doesn't take long at all.]

Ack! Away with you, beast!

[He's never liked dogs as much as cats because of the licking, but as sloppy drunk as he is, he doesn't mind that much. A bit of drool between friends is a fine thing, and he likes animals. He's happy to tickle a dog, too, for all the good it does.

Rolling around on the floor. Laughing and poking people. Getting licked by a dog. You know. Like princes do.]

[Ranni is more than happy to yap and nip at Loki's tickling fingers, even going so far as to flop herself down on her back across the both of them. Sabriel for what it's worth is still laughing from it all. She's needed this, the levity and good old fashioned fun of something like this for a good while.

If she were sober the thought would no doubt bring many bittersweet memories but those can wait. Right now life is good, even with the mousey kisses and dog drool.]

N-no more, no more! I can't breathe!

[Loki is pretty much helpless with laughter as well, but he'll take his victories where he can.]

Hah! She yields.

[Flop.]

I seem to have... a hairy thing on me.

Lets see...

[Now what sort of things could Sabriel toss out there for this drinking game. Holding a small glass of some of that mead Loki had brought in earlier she taps a finger against her chin thoughtfully.]

I almost set the school's gardener on fire when I was seven; and... Apart from the beach here, I've never seen the ocean.

I love this game.

[There were plenty of things he could hark back to, making up stories and giving them some life to them. Also, he had a damn fine poker face. He'd need to be careful to pick stories that Jack wouldn't be able to answer-- just for some fun]

I have eaten moose meat.

I have been involved in indecent fantasies involving the Stanley Cup.

Well, it's obvious you have indecent fantasies about everything, you randy, uh... Canadian goat. [Yes, Loki is drunk. And no, Loki still hasn't figured out the appropriate way to harass a Canadian. Midgard nations are weird and silly.]

The moose meat is a lie, then!

[Eugene humored the goat comment by bleating at Loki before leaning over and speaking into his ear]

Nope! You just won a ticket to taking a shot.

The Stanley Cup is sacred. Once, when I was a kid, me and my dad went on a hunting trip with a few other guys and we had some moose meat. Those things are huge, by the way. Leftovers for like 4 weeks. I got moosed out.

Eugene, I am disappointed. [His voice drops low, a faint drunken blur in it.] If it's sacred, it just adds to the spice, yes?

[He turns his head slightly, his lips not far from Eugene's ear, enjoying the proximity far more than he should, but less restrained with so much alcohol in his system.] Moosed out, eh?

Well, I shall take your best shot, you glutton.

Now I won't be able to use that as a truth anymore.

[Damn him, he was right about it adding spice. What was adding more spice was the way Loki threw tinder to the flame of Eugene's imagination with his choice of words and closeness and Eugene shoved at him a little bit, affectionately]

Fine, here. Drink this one.

[Consider yourself served, Loki. He places the shot glass right in his hand and gives his shoulder a strong pat]

Bottoms up.

[Drunk, Loki is a bit to the floppy side. He has to clutch at Eugene's arm, wobbling after the little shove. He laughs, and doesn't let go, probably when he should. The shot ends up in his other hand, and he smirks.]

Yes, you would like that as a second birthday present, wouldn't you.

[And then he swallows the shot. And licks out the little glass.]

[Loki would likely kick himself for not being able to see the expression on Eugene's face when he watched Loki gulp down the shot, how his tongue slipped out to gather every last drop out of it. His lips parted and he was briefly distracted by a memory that he was still unwilling to let go of.

He swallowed hard once he snapped out of it, forcing a laugh and clearing his throat]

Your turn.

My turn to what?

[He locates Eugene's hand and, a trifle unsteadily, puts the shot glass back in it. Still holding on to Eugene's arm with his other hand.]

Something with your bottom?

[Eugene wasn't in the least put off, as he was a tactile creature by nature. That, and he liked being able to steady someone with his own two feet. Made him feel special]

Wha-- NO, no...

[He took a moment to laugh, obviously more drunk than he wanted to admit if he couldn't hold back against such words]

Your turn... [And he poked Loki's nose with his forefinger once] to tell me a truth and a lie and have me guess.

[Dost thou poke me, sir? With thine finger? Loki contemplates this adorable affront, then with a look of concentration on his face, nips Eugene's finger. He grins, pleased with himself.]

Let me see. I... can write a poem in runes with my tongue.

[Bigger grin.]

When I shapeshift, I only look like a woman.

[Oh, they're biting, now? It took him a second to parse what had happened, but then he's biting at Loki's ear in retribution, utterly just to get him back for the nip.]

I call bullshit on the second one, I've seen what you can do with illusions.

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