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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]
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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Shortest. The pie's my favorite person, now.
[It would need to be chilled to have the best kind of zest... but first things first. Thanks were in order]
Actually, I am... really grateful you came out on such short notice. And with pie. I dunno what kind of board games you like but we have a few. Scrabble? And drinks-- Zev has a lot of booze, but somehow I am not surprised. D'you drink?
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[She stepped in, keeping careful track of Loki. She would have to take him around soon in order to get him oriented, he wouldn't like being in a place where he didn't know the borders.
...and oh boy, a slew of questions. Questions with awkward answers, at that.] I don't really drink much in company, but I might have a whiskey an' soda. Don't know how long I'll be stayin', truth be told. [Especially with the whiplash welcome - so snarky and strained one minute, so solicitous the next.] But thank you. I hope you enjoy the pie, wasn't much time ta get you a proper birthday present.
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[Truthfully, he didn't know where he stood, it made things rocky. He was trying hard not to ruin things for Loki. These were waters he'd not had to navigate much before. Still, no excuse for being a jerk and he took a second to reel in the sass.]
We have both of those things-- and I don't need presents. Getting a little old for that.
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Too old for presents? Then I should've brought you an oxygen bag.
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Gosh, just-- roll out the red carpet to the old-folks community, why don't you?
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[he paused, looked at the pie, and then looked at Rogue]
You want a piece? D'you like sweet stuff?
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Fortunately, Eugene doesn't seem to be making a big deal out of it.]
No point in makin' something I don't like. I enjoy sweet things fine. [...and she realized why he was asking at glanced at Loki.] But I wouldn't wanna hog it all.
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Any kind of cookies you like best? Me and Sabriel are having a long-standing argument about the differences between cookie and biscuit. But in order to prove my point, I'll make your choice.
[Eugene just made it a point to know what people liked, in the event that such knowledge became useful. Loki didn't like sweets, Rogue enjoyed them. It helped him to map out in his head, how to considerately make food for the both of them]
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I tend to like pies more'n cookies. If I had to pick... [Instantly, a dozen psyches sprouted up with their choices - oatmeal raisin, chocolate mint, rainbow cookies, kitchen sink cookies, those cookies Marla made - and it became a matter of personal necessity for Rogue to discover what she liked best.] I guess I'd say Oreos, but that's not exactly somethin' you can make. Maybe chocolate chip?
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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!
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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?
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[Sorry, Rogue is circa 2003. And she's just... a little flummoxed by the whirlwind that is Eugene.]
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[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?
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[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.
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Thanks! Well, make yourself comfortable, I'm gonna go put this away!
[And off he went, headed back to the kitchen]
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