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[invisibyron]

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: Velvet & Hale & Murdock & Watts -- 11:30

[thatrapscallion]

Murdock released Velvet's wrist as she pulled it away, though he stayed close enough to her so that he could respond to her angry objection in a ~meaningful tone~. As he spoke his gaze kept flicking anxiously from Velvet to Watts and back again, with the occasional glance to the arm that was supporting his date. This was going, as they say, from bad to worse.

"Who says I did something stupid!" He objected, his tone rising in indignation at first, before he caught himself and forced it down to a more private tone. "I'm not asking you to apologize for anything, okay? I just thought that you might want to go because you didn't want to come in the first place, and I'm trying to be more mindful of your needs. It's a gentlemanly thing to do. And if you do want to leave, which I feel would be appropriate, then I support the decision and am offering to escort you out of--" He paused mid sentence, brow creasing thoughtfully, as he seems to cycle through the background conversation that had just occured between the two hosts to their side. He seemed to replay the dialogue twice in his head, carefully, before he tilted his head to look warily at Hale.

"I'm sorry, did you say Watts?"

Re: Velvet & Hale & Murdock & Watts -- 11:30

[scheherazading]

"Conneries!" Velvet scoffed, glowering at Murdock. "If you wanted to stay, you'd be telling me what upstanding gentlemen m'sieurs Watts and Hale were! Are!" she amended, glancing up at the pair - and upstanding they are! Or, at least, one of them is proving terribly helpful in keeping her upright.

"Nevermind," she continued, "what I wanted to do! And now you're just throwing my words at me to suit your desires! Ne me fais pas avaler ça!" Irritably, she took a teeny little sip of her wine, rolling her eyes at her companion's question. "Watts, yes, t'es sourds maintenant, aussi?"

Re: Velvet & Hale & Murdock & Watts -- 11:30

[invisibyron]

"Hardly deaf, I should think, just a little confused, though his concern for our welfare is nothing but appreciated." He considered a pat on the back, but figured that was too condescending even for himself. He couldn't shake the idea, however mistakenly-acquired, that a young man like Murdock could make a whole lot of trouble for them, if he blundered into the wrong place. It made him wonder if inviting Tales (such as Velvet! Such as a librarian!) had been such a good idea after all. And then he realized, it's not behind the fridge anymore; if we don't throw parties in the safe, we'll be fine; we're the swindlers, we know what we're doing.

That put him in a much better mood, and he smirked over at his fellow Byron. "I don't suppose that arm's still free?"

Re: Velvet & Hale & Murdock & Watts -- 11:30

[thatrapscallion]

Hoboy. Velvet's slew of protestations fell on momentarily deaf ears as the realization of Byron Watts' true identity dawned on Murdock. He winced his way through the play-by-play memory of their conversation not but a dozen minutes ago, and flashed the more roguish Byron a sheepish look. Though he was still chagrined the aura of urgency and fear had been lifted. "Byron Watts. And, er, Byron Hale." He repeated, looking from swindler to swindler, his tone and posture ingratiating. "Uhm. Excellent party, gentlemen. Most impressive. Far be it for me to be rude, but would you mind if we...?" One hand gestured to indicate he and Velvet stepping away for a private conversation, while the other touched the small of her back gently to try and lead her away.

"French lessons, you see. She's teaching me quite a thing or two." He laughed a meek chuckle and continued urging her away, clearly eager to put some space between himself and the man he had so recently impersonated - and tried to steal expensive alcohol from. "Au revoir!"