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WHO: Everybody! Everybody, and Patricia.
WHAT: The first annual Europe Day Party, aka EU New Years, aka Europegate, aka The French Revolution. Decadent decay, imperialism, wine-drinking, scone-waving, Manet/Monet slurring, nouveau bossa nova, big maps, Eurocentricism, themed booze.
WHEN: Friday evening; party starts around nine, starts around

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Re: 11:25 PM. Chloe Finn Martel, Byron Watts, OPEN!

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The mixture of emotions upon her fair friend's face had led the Sage to watch with puzzled amusement. It was akin to giving a dog a spoon full of peanut butter, whilst it was happy by the treat it found itself raptly confused by the double edges sword that'd stuck it's tongue to it's mouth.

As his apologetic tone led the brazen fop to seem just a bit more human, Chloe found herself intensely wondering whether or not he had already lost his amusement with country. If her motivations for torturing Hale with his one and only pretending to be a Scottish cowpoke were dashed with the wind.

And then he made his intentions clear, and Chloe found herself doubled in laughter by the very insinuation. "Alas, you've shot open the dark and tawdry veil on my sinister plans to seduce you away to a distant land where the buffalo roam and the skies are not cloudy all day, where the deer and the antelope play in Dallas. Wherein we would dine on barbecue, line dance, and rodeo our lives away into the balmy O'Keefe-ian nights."

If the absolute bawd and theatrical way in which she spilled her impromptu plans were not enough to assure Watts of her chaste intentions, she would indeed clarify. "Chickadee, whilst a fine wife you would make I would never dare to rip you from the arms of your one true love. I simply found that whilst looking for my beret..and thought it'd look dashing on you."