after all these years, you don't want to see me poppin' outta da cake?!

[wickedchase]

WHO: Twisted Fate & OPEN
WHAT: Everything is super serious and elves are in baby jail, so it's a good time to have your birthday party and have it be as loud as possible.
WHEN: 4th of Cloudreach
WHERE: Herald's Rest
NOTES: There might be nudity. Heinous!

♠ EARLY AFTERNOON.

So bees aside.

Yes, there was a bit of a bee problem a few days ago in the room that Twisted Fate had acquired while Sera was gone. As he said, all was fair among fellow thieves, and he really doesn't need the room, but it's such a good location he thought he'd... borrow it awhile, at least until it stopped being funny. He isn't even sure he managed to get all of the bees out, but he does need to eventually plan a little strike back to her.

Post-birthday, anyway.

For now, there are drinks, there is cake -- red velvet, thank you -- and little paper hats for you!

Socialize, be merry. Twisted Fate is around somewhere, no doubt.


♠ EARLY EVENING.

At this point, there are games to be had, as one might expect.

Wicked Grace and Diamondback are the popular choices, though Twisted Fate might encourage a few drinking games as well. Alternatively, perhaps you come up with your own game.

After all, he's never opposed to try something new.


♠ LATE, LATE, LATE.

Plenty of people, perhaps even yourself, has probably taken in so much drink by this point that nothing is quite even and thinking is hard. But it's all in good fun.

How are you feeling? Or is the party over?


♠ WILDCARD.

Choose your own adventure!

Comments

[justice_is_blond]

He doesn't see where this is going to lead, but he plays the two anyway. He loses that part, but he still has enough faith to keep going, drawing to replace... And those work. In fact, that's one of the best hands he's had in a very long time.

When Anders wins that round he starts sticking a few of the coins in what pockets he can see in Zevran's outfit before also tucking one down his jerkin because it seems like a great idea. It's not like it's Anders' skill that won it.

[ombranera]

Zevran sits out the next hand- and they let him since he's not playing. As 'The mage is so bad and the elf is half drunk it sort of evens out' is the logic they're given, his assitance is permitted for the next bit. Though 'half drunk' is overselling it. He's a quarter drunk and mostly sleepy.

Not so much he can't wiggle his fingers for their new cards and squint at them, batting Anders' hand away from his shirt. "I do not have cleavage for you to drop coins down."

[justice_is_blond]

He snickers as his hand is batted away, starting to stack the coins on Zevran's head instead.

"You never know. Have you tried a corset? You could have cleavage. I could, but I need to be able to move as a mage." Anders trades out the cards as instructed, considering what he's got now. It's better. Maybe there is skill to this after all and not just bad luck.

"This one?" He taps a card.

[ombranera]

"Mhmm." He holds perfectly still as not to jostle the coins- this is a game he can play just as well. "And I have- though honestly I still need a proper chest rig if I want a proper and full bosom. It can be done, of course, but without? It takes a bit of doing."

[justice_is_blond]

"Proper chest rig? I'm not sure I want to ask, except I think I do."

It's not just a challenge for Zevran to hold still - it's a challenge for Anders, coming off a game of Never Have I Ever with Sera, to place the coins with care. He hasn't felt tipsy for a very long time.

The card gets played, and the returns aren't great, but they're better than he's used to. Considering he's used to losing everything, that's not saying much. Still. There's a return, and another coin is carefully, gingerly balanced on the stack.

"And now I'm wondering if it would be fun to go around in a dress, if I could manage the proper shape, and see who ignores me for a day."

It would be so nice to be ignored for a day.

[ombranera]

"Sheep intestine filled with sand and gelatin for the warmth and the feel of an actual bosom on a holster not entirely unlike a woman's smallclothes." he gestures to his chest, peering at the next hand and tapping two more cards in turn. Keeping track of the coins, the cards, and the conversation is taking a fair bit of concentration-

But he is managing it.

Barely.

"You would have to shave and change your hair- I've a wig you might borrow. Give me a day to get a dress for you made and I will see what I can do." The proper shape is not so hard to manage with the right equipment.

[justice_is_blond]

"Sheep..." One hand leaves the cards so he can rest it on his own chest. That is not something he'd want to try wearing. "I'll keep that in mind in case I ever want to convince a giant I smell delicious."

Which seems rather funny to him, actually, and he snickers as he tries to place the next coin, failing and dropping it instead. He needs to sober up a little, he realizes. Justice's scorn is like a cloud hanging over him and he quickly asks one of the people walking around for anything to eat and some water.

"Should I unstack the coins from your face?" He plays the two cards with great care, enjoying the looks of dismay on the others' faces. "And that actually sounds like an interesting challenge. If you'd indulge me..."

It would be fun to hide in plain sight.

[ombranera]

"Dried and cured like leather, Anders. It is a thinner skin than you would get with hide, soft and supple. It smells of nothing. Well. It smells of perfume, mine does." Citrus and vanilla, light and sweet as any good woman's bosom ought to smell. And some whine.

And kohl.

And whatever oil Dorian had been wearing in Nevarra. Mmm.

He remains as still as he can while on Anders lap, pointing out the next few cards. "Please. I think I might get a crick in my neck if I stay like this all night."

[justice_is_blond]

He starts taking the coins off Zevran and stacking them back on the table. It's a far grander pile than he's ever had in front of him before.

"With a description like that, I'd be willing to give this a try. It could be grand indeed." And an utter waste of time, Justice reminds him, but Justice can go stuff himself. It is something harmless and innocent and, above all, potentially anonymous. He needs this badly.

The next cards are played once Zevran is freed from coin, and Anders shakes his head at the results as he considers them.

"Is this when I walk away from the table having won for the very first time in my life? We split the coins, and I can get new boots?" Nice ones. Made for him, rather than castoffs found along a trail or given in payment for healing by someone who could afford nothing else. They could even look good. Pretty. There's more scorn from Justice, this time, though, he answers it by pointing out that if his feet and legs aren't hurting so much, he can heal more and work harder. Boots are important.