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[slanting_eyes]

Kindly refrain from the happy wishings. It being the anniversary of my birth does not in any sense make it a particularly joyful day. However, it wouldn't be appropriate to break with the traditions of our House in this regard; hence I shall of course make appropriate amounts of alcohol and other prerequisites of casual hedonism available after the

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[queeniegreen]

Sourpuss. Do you not want your birthday snog?

[slanting_eyes]

Would I say no to that?

[queeniegreen]

I should hope not. I would fear for your well-being.

[slanting_eyes]

With good reason. Come here, then, before someone drowns me in Champagne.

[traces_of_light]

Have a nice day in general, then.

[slanting_eyes]

It seems I will have a diverted and rather drenched in champagne day. I suppose it could be worse. I certainly birthdays that have been.

[traces_of_light]

Well, do enjoy it.

[silverfringe]

No happy wishings, then. Come here, I plan to ply you with said alcohol and take complete advantage.

Or perhaps it'll be the other way around. We'll see.

[slanting_eyes]

Draco, there is champagne. Which I elect to blame on Charis. Did you have to remind her of the date? Or perhaps you are conspired with her in the interest of taking such an advantage. Fiend. And Take those off.

[silverfringe]

She hardly needed reminding, I assure you. Charis's fondest wish is for every day to be a party, preferably in her name. No excuse is negligible. Though I think an entire crate of Veuve Clicquot is a bit excessive.

Tch. The drinking hasn't even started and you're already demanding for things to come off. Where is your sense of decorum.

[slanting_eyes]

We could pour it all into something. And bathe in it. Perhaps I shan't get quite so inexscusably drunk on it, then.

What lead you to believe I ever had one? And you're one to talk. Whose idea exactly was the little piece of debauchery at your mothers soiree? Not mine. I like to shock people, not ancestral portraits.