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]

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Loki

[complicatedliar]

[Like he'd miss this.

He likes parties anyway. And maybe it'll be more low-key than the rave, but there better be some dancing at some point. And to help make sure there's dancing, he'll be providing the necessary lubrication. As in some of the rather godly booze that was infamously at the rave and at the solstice celebration. Only the best for his friend Eugene, right?

Loki arrives with Rogue and at first sticks close to her, keeping hold of her hand. Once he's got the lay of the house and where the furniture is reasonably well in his mind, he'll start wandering a bit. Though as long as Rogue stays at the party, he'll keep coming back to her.

And getting progressively drunker and drunker. Because what's a party if you can remember how it ended?

Watch out. You know how Asgardians like to party. Keep a close eye on him if you don't want the couch to be forcibly ejected from the house and then set on fire at some point.]

Sabriel

[thebellthatbinds]

[One of her flat mates seemed to have told the others about a fondness she used to have for brandy sometime before the party. And, in the true spirit of birthdays, Sabriel had been obligated to honour her each of her friends who are celebrating theirs with a drink to their health. And then a drink to their happiness, and so on.

After the fifth toast or so she had tried to usher them all to the kitchen to do that birthday baking she and Eugene had planned and oh, that will be interesting! Sabriel will welcome any help that comes her way while she makes her way around the kitchen fudging ingredient measurements and improvising because her recipe somehow got covered in chocolate sauce.

After the biscuit attempts she can be found in the living room mingling with friends, acquaintances and new faces alike. Face red from drinking and with the odd smudge of chocolate across her cheeks she'll be happy to play any games, dance, you could probably even get her to sing if you asked her nicely.

She's just so happy to see some of her closest friends happy again and having a good time. And maybe just for tonight she can let go of her responsibilities for a little while and enjoy the party just as much as the others were.]

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue arrives, though she doesn't intend to stay the whole night. The main reason why she's there is to see that Loki gets there all right and can manage to navigate the new apartment all right. She'd been willing to get to know Eugene and Jack before, but that was before she'd found out exactly why Loki had died. However, things had seemed to be pretty stable between her and Loki for a while now. So even though parties always made her feel isolated and uncomfortable - and awkward, and very much like she needed to be in exacting control of her movements, she felt like she'd be able to stay a little while.

And she even manages to bring some chocolate pie.

Mostly in the beginning, she'll be staying close with Loki, holding his hand, making sure that he's oriented. Once he grows more comfortable, once he sits down, she'll attempt to become friends with the woodwork, staying out of everyone's way. She's glad, relieved, that Loki seems to be having a good time.

If there are any books about the place, she'll probably resort to borrowing one and reading quietly. If things get loud and crowded, after checking in on Loki she'll probably step out for air. She is very, very careful, even with her gloves on, not to touch anybody.

Whether or not she stays the whole time or slips away before an hour is through is anyone's guess.]

[eversohungry]

[Vastra is also dropping by, though she doesn't intend to stay the whole time. No doubt the drinking is going to get rowdy, and that will be her cue to step out and return the next morning with tea.]

[Perhaps... Perhaps sparing them the discomfort wasn't teaching them anything, though.]

[Her arm is still bandaged rather thickly, and she stands out of the way watching the goings on with a vague smile. Despite that, Vastra looks tired, or conflicted, or both. But there she is, because her social graces say she ought to be here.]

[250mhzwabl]

[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.

Zevran & Savio

[antivanleather]

[ For even with so many new faces around the house, you cannot have one without the other. Savio's curiosity has been curtailed for the security of Zevran's shoulder- though the ball of black fluff does hop about now and then to tug on locks of hair or cuffs of shirts for attention, treats, and adoration. That is when he's not clacking along with the music or repeating things he has heard.

Names, greetings, JACKNO, etc. Eventually Zevran passes him off to Jack so he has a way of knowing when people are speaking to him, but for the bulk of the night he shares Zevran's solitary watch in the kitchen.

Or at least it would be solitary if Eugene would stop trying to cook his own birthday dinner while thoroughly drunk. He also stands aside when the birthday baking rolls on through- who is he to stand in the way of tradition, and takes a moment to drink just a bit. Zev minds the dishes and sets them out, simple fare with a bit of a twist laid out in neat little platters on a side table right next to a rather impressive collection of wines and liquors.

It feels grounding to have such welcome company- something he hasn't thought for a fair while. Spirits are high and he has no reason not to knock back a toast or five, or play a few strains of songs the boys have taught him on his guitar. ]

Sam

[voiceinthedark]

[Sam is never one to turn down a party, especially not with how scarce they are after apocalypse. Funnily enough, no-one seems all that keen to open at nightclub in Abel, even if Janine would veto the idea and get that look on her face. The one that asked why she'd been hampered with a township full of children.

Besides, the house is kind of lonely now he's on his own.

He turns up with Lucky at his side, and a bag with booze and a few snacks and the sinking feeling that he has no idea what Eugene or his housemate would like as birthday presents.]

[abjurer]

[Thirty. He was thirty.

He'd never thought he'd reach thirty. Oh sure, he knew it would happen in a disconnected abstract sort of way but... this was real and he didn't know what to do with himself.

Thankfully Eugene had taken care of that and if he can drink the night away, why wouldn't he? It's not quite as flashy as last year, out on the beach with a rave and moonlight walk (and that still aches in his chest but it's bearable), but it's friends, family really, and he's happy to show up, make-up and clothes as inhuman as he can manage.]