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not_a_goddamn_princessParty night. The best of nights. An ornate sign on 33 Apocalypse’s door invited all to knock and make themselves known.
The space inside was bigger than it looked from the outside, stretched and displaced by magic. The wallpaper was green and textured, hinting at the English countryside. On one side of the room sat a significant bar offering food and drinks, while the other gave ample space to sit. A large Jenga tower held prominence in a corner.
It was easy to miss it, though, in favor of the little streams of water that ran across furniture and floor. Tiny glass gondolas, animated by magic, made their way back and forth across each stream. The gondolas were real, though the water itself was an illusion. It called attention to the ceiling, doubly enchanted: both to draw all cigarette smoke to itself so it wouldn’t blow in anyone’s face, but also to mimic the starry sky above Venice.
You could watch the stars twinkle, or see the occasional cloud go by. Magical fireflies added to the illusion, dancing through the air like tiny lights. If you listened closely, you could hear the sea rolling in across an invisible beach. Even the air smelled faintly of it: the sea, warm food and good wine.
Welcome to Eliot and Margo’s pad, people. They’d make damn sure you had a good time.
[ocd up, come party!]
The space inside was bigger than it looked from the outside, stretched and displaced by magic. The wallpaper was green and textured, hinting at the English countryside. On one side of the room sat a significant bar offering food and drinks, while the other gave ample space to sit. A large Jenga tower held prominence in a corner.
It was easy to miss it, though, in favor of the little streams of water that ran across furniture and floor. Tiny glass gondolas, animated by magic, made their way back and forth across each stream. The gondolas were real, though the water itself was an illusion. It called attention to the ceiling, doubly enchanted: both to draw all cigarette smoke to itself so it wouldn’t blow in anyone’s face, but also to mimic the starry sky above Venice.
You could watch the stars twinkle, or see the occasional cloud go by. Magical fireflies added to the illusion, dancing through the air like tiny lights. If you listened closely, you could hear the sea rolling in across an invisible beach. Even the air smelled faintly of it: the sea, warm food and good wine.
Welcome to Eliot and Margo’s pad, people. They’d make damn sure you had a good time.
[ocd up, come party!]
Re: Mingle!
Date: 2021-10-22 08:41 pm (UTC)"Well, I... I'm sure it's not nearly that... nearly that many people who would...be interested."
Re: Mingle!
Date: 2021-10-22 09:12 pm (UTC)Even Sidon was probably hot for a shark man, she was sure.
Re: Mingle!
Date: 2021-10-22 09:57 pm (UTC)"Well there are plenty of good looking people on the island. So, won't complain if I somehow get included into that mix. Though, I'm probably not many people's type. Tend to leave it to the better suited people out there" he said giving a slight nod to Irene.
Yeah ok. This? This is why he didn't try talking and flirting and whatever... he was terrible at it!
Re: Mingle!
Date: 2021-10-22 10:47 pm (UTC)What door? What street? Neither of these things mattered. This was just an ego-boosting metaphor.
Re: Mingle!
Date: 2021-10-22 11:14 pm (UTC)"So..." he said after a moment of near approaching awkward silence "think they make Santa suits in my size?" he asked with a laugh.
Re: Mingle!
Date: 2021-10-22 11:39 pm (UTC)Okay, maybe, like, Daddy Santa, Irene.
Re: Mingle!
Date: 2021-10-23 12:11 am (UTC)"Oh, and thanks" he said, that sudden awkwardness starting to show itself again. "Had seriously considered not coming. These kinds of parties are not really my thing. So thanks for making it a less awkward evening. Think i would have been spending the entire night hiding in the corner or have just slipped out long ago."
Yes. Yes he was still painfully terrible at the whole socializing thing. He was working on it!
Re: Mingle!
Date: 2021-10-23 12:33 am (UTC)A pause, a shrug, and, "And you could do worse, really. Margo and Eliot are wonderful hosts." Consider her expectations met and exceeded.
Re: Mingle!
Date: 2021-10-23 01:03 am (UTC)