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]

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!

[complicatedliar]

[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!

[thebellthatbinds]

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.]

[complicatedliar]

[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.]

[thebellthatbinds]

[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.]

[complicatedliar]

[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.]

[thebellthatbinds]

[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!

[complicatedliar]

[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.