Party | Action | 30th October

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[The clear sky and the lack of fog were like beacons of hope for this evening, Jack had decided, and with that in mind the party was set up and in full swing by the time it started to get a little dark outside.

The bonfire is roaring in the park, thanks to Spyro's fire-breathing talents and Jack has set up tables he... aquired full of alcohol he

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[sif]

[ Mortal fetes were... something. The party had just started, and no one was rip roaringly drunk yet. Sif was a little standoffish, cradling a bottle of beer in her hand, standing a little ways away from the people milling around the party. ]

[cunningcrow]

[Oh well, look it here. That chick he helped teach how to cook. Or well, however that ended...

He approaches her, his glass of bourbon at hand, a self-assured smirk plastered on his face. ]

Let me guess, you're the wallflower type?

[sif]

[ Sif takes a sip of her beer and looks at him, nodding. ] For small parties such as these, you might say that.

[cunningcrow]

[Damon shrugs.] This isn't really a party. Not until someone get hammered enough.

This is all so...[She shrugs, grimacing almost.] ...nice and civil. Kinda boring, if you ask me.

[sif]

You prefer chaos? [ A raised eyebrow. ]

[cunningcrow]

It's something I'm used to, you could say.

[He throws back his drink.] Come on, you can't not agree with me and that some chaos can be fun once in a while.

[sif]

[ She slams the rest of her drink in one gulp, and gives him a shrug. ] It depends on the circumstance.

[cunningcrow]

[He seems mildly impressed. He nods towards the bottle of bourbon, as he pops the screw off, pouring himself another drink.] Wanna try the harder stuff?

[He pauses, quirking a brow.] Oh sure, it's all about circumstance. Totally get it.

..You know, I don't think we've formally met. Your name is Sif, right? [Setting the bottle aside, he offered a hand, accompanied by a pleasant, smug smile.] I'm Damon.

[sif]

I am the Lady Sif, yes. [ She plucks the bottle from him when he's done with it, and takes a pull straight from it, keeping a tight grip. She likes bourbon. ] It is nice to finally truly meet you, Damon.

[cunningcrow]

Good, right? [Alright. He likes her. She seems like she'd be a good drinking buddy.]

[He smiles.] Nice, huh? [ Nice? She really wouldn't be saying that if she knew what a dick he was.] Well, I don't hear that often.

But, you too, Lady Sif.

You know, I noticed, you all three are so formal. That how you all talk back where you're from?

[flipsalltables]

[Much later into the evening, Thor comes up behind her, a hand on her shoulder, a smile on his face. He has had a lot to drink and he's actually quite drunk, finally. It took a lot, but it worked.]

Sif! Enjoying the festivities?

[sif]

[ Sif has also managed to find just enough alcohol to give her a buzz. She's frankly pleased that she's finally managed to consume enough mortal alcohol to put her into that state, and she grins at Thor as he approaches, nodding. ] They seem to have become livelier.

[flipsalltables]

Mortals can celebrate almost as well as we can. I'm impressed.

[And Thor is an affectionate drunk which means he has an arm around her in seconds and he's smiling brightly to himself.]

Loki is behaving himself. I am so proud of him.

[sif]

[ She's used to brohugs. Cuz that's all this is. ] We'll see how long it lasts.

[flipsalltables]

[Well, now this is more than that quite quickly, considering that arm around her has pulled her closer and he's leaning against her with that smile fixed in place.]

I am sure my cow jests have given him enough fuel to torment me. [He takes hold of the hand around her drink and sips from it.] I wonder if we should not hog tie him and drag him home.

[sif]

[ No, her heart wasn't beating fast enough to come out of her chest. She's grinning up at him, and makes a disapproving noise as he takes a drink. ] Should we? He would only torture you, wouldn't he?