I'M NOT GOIN' NOWHERE, GIRL, I'M STAYIN'.

[notaustralian]

WHO: Elizaveta, Roderich, Party Guests, and lots and lots of Strippers.
WHEN: Friday, October 23 - Saturday, October 24.
WHERE: K.i.N.K. - That wonderful strip club down that block.
WHAT: Elizaveta's birthday party gone awry.

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........(I don't know how it got this long, I swear~)

[man_nav_naudas]

It was an odd affair.
Affair- which, in the dictionary, had a multitude of meanings. An event or a performance; a particular action, operation, or proceeding.

An intense amorous relationship, usually of short duration.

A party, social gathering, or other organized festive occasion.

Or-

An event or happening that occasions or arouses notoriety, dispute, and often public scandal. Indecent.

Mister Edelstein was a man whom, though they had met only briefly beyond the venue of the internet, Raivis found he held a deep respect for. When an invitation had circulated to him via the lovely Miss Elizaveta and he had discovered her connection with the Austrian man, he'd been surprisingly delighted to confirm his presence at a...

'Gathering'. At the time, it had seemed a perfectly fine idea. Elizaveta was a brilliant young woman, very kind, very charismatic. Mister Edelstein was reserved but polite. Between the two of them, a party of any sort should have been just low key enough for a social anxiety laden Latvian to make an appearance without hyperventilating.

And really, for a while, it had been. He'd relayed a hand picked bouquet to each of them. A small silver treble clef pin for Mister Edelstein. And... And a rather inconspicuously wrapped box he had yet to hand to Elizaveta.

What with the Scottsman and the tall, somewhat irritable German gentleman- dear God, was that the same man unfortunate enough to see those hacked blog posts?, there... really didn't seem like much of an opportunity to do more than tremble.

Until Miss Elizaveta had skipped merrily into a bar, Mister Edelstein and the Scott- Peter's brother theoretically- eventually flocking in after. Left with He-whose-name-was-not-readily-known, Raivis very politely tried to follow suite. Slid his way through a throng of very strangely dressed men and located, with immense relief, Elizaveta seated with a drink in hand.

"I-I'm sorry," The sensation of having to raise his voice was foreign, unnerving, "I-I intended to g-give you this a-after d-dinner but- Here. Daudz laimes dzimsanas diena, M-miss Elizaveta. Er, H-happy Birthday."

A deep, rectangular box was deposited on the bar and there, the job was done. His role concluded in the celebratory affair at a questionable bar. He made to leave after a polite inclination of the head because really-

He wouldn't be able to stop his face from exploding with red if she opened it in front of him. Heaven forbid anyone needed to see 'Her Wicked Mister' or the four other 'novels' stacked beneath.