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

[bacchusprincess.livejournal.com]

[beams] It actually looks much better without the bullet holes, darling~

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

Dar...ling...?

[bacchusprincess.livejournal.com]

[turns toward him, tilting his head to the side, smiling~ Called~?] Yes?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[o.o]

[bacchusprincess.livejournal.com]

[how dumbly cute, Juliet thinks] You must be an important someone at your home, aren't you~?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

...not... really... [Does not want to talk about what he does with this very weird person.]

[bacchusprincess.livejournal.com]

[giggles~] What a relief~

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Scowl.] Hey!