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]

"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.