002 - Because Any Excuse is a Good Excuse to Party

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Firo comes and goes in the bar, cleaning and arranging things, vanishing with broken chairs and reappearing with new ones, replacing tables and cleaning up glass until the place is a weird combination of speakeasy chic and Gunsmoke classic-old-west-bar. And then he starts showing up with food.

The alcohol comes later, once he's arranged various things on various tables--glass centerpieces and fancy ash trays. He's having fun, bringing in some of the best hooch the Alveare has to offer. Finally, he leans out the doorway of the bar and gives a piercing whistle.]

H'lo! Anyone there? Throwing myself a welcoming wingding and it would curve to have it all to myself. Don't want all this food to go to waste!



[[It's a party! So yes, the usual rules apply--threadhopping, drinking, eating, being merry, etcetera!]]

Comments

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

Oh, you met him too, huh? You new here?

[mirroredsky.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I met him after getting here yesterday.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

Well, welcome to us both, then! [:D]

[mirroredsky.livejournal.com]

Hahah. Welcome. [ :) ]

[Now walking a little closer, approaching a chair.] I'm Sora. You?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

Firo. Where're you from?

[mirroredsky.livejournal.com]

Nice setup, Firo. [He sits down, one foot swinging back and forth a little.] I'm from Twilight Town. [At least, he is now.] Ever been there?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

Uh. No. Never heard of it, actually. I'm from New York.

[mirroredsky.livejournal.com]

Oh. Sorry, I haven't heard of that place. What's it like?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[o.o] Really? Never? Wow. Gotta be a different reality, I guess. It's... [He scratches his head.] Busy. Really, really busy. Always lots going on, lots of places to go, lots of people to see, always stuff to do.