A great big party, every night-- that doesn't sound too bad!

[royalguarantee]

What? PARTY AT SERGEI'S, celebrating Lily's birthday, Naveen being human again, Naveen thanking Odette for helping him, Saint Patrick's Day, and everything else worth being happy over!
Who? Everyone's invited! Come on down!
Where? Sergei's Bar and Grille
When? Start in the daytime go on through the night 3PM onward!
Rating? Uh. Who knows?

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[iwitnessdamsel]

[Okay, April, this is your perfect chance to stop being such a hermit. It really isn't like you, so...knock it off! Right? Right.

This is April's...third? Party on the boat, and she's not about to let it pass without making at least a few new friends. So...while she was still just a little irrationally frightened by this stupid place, Little Miss Eighty's Fashion was going to swallow all of that down and stop being a wall flower. Right. Now.

...Or...maybe after a beer.]

[royalguarantee]

[There is a tall, dark and handsome man standing in the entrance when she arrives at Sergei's in typical 1920's fashion, strumming a ukulele and grinning like a fool.]

Hello, miss! Welcome!

[iwitnessdamsel]

[April does her best to pretend she's made of stone. She gives the man a smile, but doesn't ogle.]

Thank you. I'm April.

[She offers him a hand.]

[royalguarantee]

[He stops playing immediately to shake it with great enthusiasm.]

I am Naveen! It is a pleasure to meet you.

[He flashes her what he is sure is a winning smile. He's not flirting. Really. This is just standard Naveen-greeting-banter. It's so much easier when you're not a frog.]

[iwitnessdamsel]

[Oh, right. April is so sure. Her expression flattens for just a moment before she brushes it off.

Friends, remember? Even ones with a Y chromosome.]

You too, Naveen. Am...I right in guessing you're our host?

[royalguarantee]

I suppose you would be, but I am much more. I am the band leader, though there is no band, I think I am part of the non-existant band--

[He strums the ukulele for effect.]

--and I am a party-goer, myself.

[He seems done for half a second and then he remembers.]

OH! And I helped cook! Sort of.

[ixgideonxi]

[And who should saunter up but the pink-and-blue-haired drummer? Gideon gives a friendly wave.]

Hey, Miss... O'Neil, right? Good to see you again.