Birthday Bash June 23rd | Evening

[z_jay]

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]

Comments

[thebellthatbinds]

I what-?

[Holding still Sabriel's face scrunches a little as Zevran tries to rub some of the mess from her face.]

I'd say it's about as stubborn as the person it's stuck to.

[antivanleather]

One moment.

[ He dips a napkin in a glass of mead? Wine? Something and uses that to dab her skin clean. ]

There we are.

[thebellthatbinds]

[Chances are there was plenty of both scattered around the kitchen and surrounding area.]

Thank you. I think Eugene and I got a little too enthusiastic when making the cookies. [Rubbing the now faintly sticky spot with the back of her hand she smiles up at Zevran.]

How about you, Zev? Enjoying the party so far?

[antivanleather]

Eugene is always enthusiastic about baking. When he has had a bit to drink? Doubly so. [ He can't help but be fond of the man for it, though, it is an incredibly endearing trait. ]

My boys are pleased and everyone is full of joy. What more could a semi-sober host ask for?

[thebellthatbinds]

Oh and he has been drinking plenty. He's quite determined to finish that bottle of mead he's got, you know.

[You can tell that she's had a decent amount by the ease with which Sabriel curls an arm warmly around Zevran for a quick hug.]

So long as you're full of joy too, Charter knows you deserve it.

[antivanleather]

I fear for the remainder of the evening.

[ Only enough that he's already got his journal out to record the proceedings. None of this will go unseen. He tucks his arm around Sabriel's shoulders and returns the embrace easily. ]

I live, they live, and for one night? We fear nothing. That is more than enough for me.

[thebellthatbinds]

I'm trying to remind him to drink water as often as I can but it's his party so he makes the rules.

[She gives him a little squeeze as she smiles up at him.]

That's a good mindset to have; to take the good as it comes.

[antivanleather]

He will be sore and sorry for it come the morning- but then it will be my problem to fix.

[ Such a mess there will be, but he does not mind tending to it. For later when it is someone else's turn to celebrate, they shall do so and force the boys to clean. ]

When is your birthday, dear bella nota? So we may have you as drunk and making the rules as you will.