NaughtyISNice: Delicate Flowers Holiday Party

[awesome_lilly]

The Delicate Flowers Brothel and Nightclub is on the third floor. No numbers on the door, though. No need. If you're looking for it, you'll find it. And if you're not looking for it, you might stumble in unawares and Lilly, at least, really doesn't have a problem with that.

Once through the discreet door, there is an even more discreet door to

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Drinks

[ff_ambassador]

The bar is well-stocked and manned, but there are 2 self-serve items that should be noted. One is a large bowl of egg nog, with prepared glasses around it.

The other is an even larger punch bowl, containing a mysterious liquid, deep red in color. Next to the bowl is a hand-lettered sign:

[i_love_kettch]

Wes is not here on his own -- he's with Inyri, naturally, though you could certainly get him on his own if you so chose.

It's probably safe to say, however, that he's the only one crouched down so his eyes are level with the punch bowl, peering at the liquid inside with mild suspicion.

Hmm.

[majorinyri]

"Just drink some." Inyri says, fiddling with her dress, and fixing the strap on her shoe. "If you die, I'll say something nice."

[i_love_kettch]

"That's comforting," he murmurs.

He straightens and glances sideways at Inyri with a wry grin.

"Okay. Pass me a glass."

[majorinyri]

She hands him one of the pre-filled ones. "Here, I'd hate for you to spill it all over yourself trying to pour some."

[i_love_kettch]

He nods amiably as he takes it, glancing down at himself.

"It'd be a shame to ruin my amazing outfit."

(A shirt and pants that are clean. And ironed. He went all out.)

[majorinyri]

She reaches up and smooths out a notwrinkle on his shoulder. "You look fabulous, dear."

[i_love_kettch]

"Oh, I know," he says smugly, and sips his punch.

Carefully.

[fighter__pilot]

"Know what?" Shalla asks, coming out of nowhere and eyeing the punch distrustfully.

"And it isn't killing you, is it?"

[majorinyri]

Inyri turns away quickly before glancing back at Shalla. "He knows he looks good," She says softly.

[i_love_kettch]

Wes waves a hand at Inyri to indicate his agreement with her; he's too busy giving the punch another thoughtful taste.

"No," he decides. "Still alive. Disappointed?"

[fighter__pilot]

"He's still not as pretty as me," Shalla says, shaking her head. "No matter what he tells you."

She grabs her own glass to fill and gives Wes a look.

"Yep. 's a shame you're still here with us."

[majorinyri]

Inyri reaches for a cup of the punch and eyes it before stepping slightly away.

She's never itched for a cigarette quick like she is now. And she elects to not take part in this conversation just now.

[i_love_kettch]

Wes gives Shalla a cynical look and shakes his head. Of course he's prettier than her. He doesn't even have to argue that.

"Sorry about that," he says wryly, and sips his punch again. "I'll find you someone to complain to."

(He doesn't notice Inyri move.)

[fighter__pilot]

"I'm sure there'll be a group doing the same," she says, nodding wisely and missing Inyri's movement as well. "Shouldn' be that hard to find."

[majorinyri]

Inyri sips at the drink before moving to the bar to get something a little more...alcoholic.

Like Whyren's.

And see, she's a good person. Totally. She even comes back with glasses for Shalla and Wes.