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

[z_jay]

I'd make pies, but Zevran has told me that any other form of cooking beyond cookies is off limits so long as I'm sloshed. [Even now he was taking care not to slur, finding it easier than it might have been if he'd indulged a little more]

We can try to make Oreos. Oh, god... I miss them.

[The zom apocalypse had definitely put a dent in the average person's sugar consumption, especially after said sugary items went off expiry. It had been a sad, sad day when the last Oreo went bad.]

Chocolate chip is likely to be more successful, less messy. You got it!

[touchofrogue]

...wait. Let me get this straight. You're plannin' on cooking all through your birthday party? [A pause as she put more pieces together.] Drunk cooking?

[z_jay]

I really like cooking, it's like my birthday present to myself. [He took a second to purse his lips together in thought, though, thinking hard to put two thoughts together. He was quickly on the way to getting in over his head]

But. Not my own cake. That's Sabriel's job, I think? Anyway, yes, drunk cooking. Where new and sometimes wonderful things are made.

[Or terrible things. Or horrible burns. Hopefully just a giant mess, really]

You ever watch that channel on Youtube?

[touchofrogue]

On what?

[Sorry, Rogue is circa 2003. And she's just... a little flummoxed by the whirlwind that is Eugene.]

[z_jay]

Youtube... it's a website, got lots of cat vids. And other stuff, but basically your video-go-to online.

[He is all over the place when drunk, but part of that is in fact, nervousness. Despite his initial strain, he's not eager for her to leave. But then, he couldn't stop her, either.]

...I should... put the pie away, huh?

[touchofrogue]

Huh. Well. Somethin' to look forward to, if the world doesn't end.

[Who doesn't like cat videos?

And shrug.]

It's your pie. Put it away or take a bite - your birthday only comes once a year.

[z_jay]

[His smile is soft]

Thanks! Well, make yourself comfortable, I'm gonna go put this away!

[And off he went, headed back to the kitchen]

[touchofrogue]

[She nods and moves to take Loki around and help him get the lay of the land. She'll surely see him around as she'll be sticking around for a few hours, at least.]