[NT] - Revel

[shaman_x]

[Open to everyone!]

Turn the right way down any street, glance down an unexpected alley, maybe you'll see it out of the corner of your eye. Maybe you'll catch a hint of the music drifting out of the invitingly open wooden doors. There's always something. It wants to be found, this in, this bar, this club, this pub, this restaurant. It has many

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[kara_marie]

Mike has promised that this place doesn't involve portals (promised!) and so Kara has agreed to go. Tis the season to go to a gazillion parties until your feet want to drop off and your face is going to crack from smiling after all.

She's solo tonight - Harry has been doing the bare minimum socialising required this season, tis the season for rejections to hit even harder than other times, and Ads is home with Daddy screaming about something and making a menace of herself. Kara herself would have probably stayed home, she's not been too social herself either, and since the Norman Osborn disaster (not disaster, miracle, she reminds herself - but she keeps that thought to herself) you can't go out without someone sticking a camera in your face and commenting on how the stress has made you lose weight, gain weight, look pale, resort to cosmetic surgery, get a pimple or just dress totally wrong.

So, even though she looks casual (jeans and a cashmere wrap sweater, red, it is Christmas) the outfit took a ridiculous amount of time to co-

[shaman_x]

"Kara!" Mike beams as he bounds over.

(In a dark burgundy shirt and charcoal-grey jeans, smart-casual and stylish in a way that tells you he did not pick them out himself.)

"Hi! Hello!" Huge smile. "I'm so glad you came. You look great! Can I get you -- there's champagne, or fruit juices, or Diet Coke, or whatever."

[kara_marie]

"Merry Christmas,"

She replies - tries not to make it perfunctory. Not that she doesn't mean it but there comes a point after you've been to a few of these things where you start to feel like a bot spewing out well programmed cheer.

"Oh, sure - Champange - why not?"

[shaman_x]

Mike's robot spews out poorly programmed carols with the occasional 'and DOOM shall rule' thrown in, but close enough.

"Oh, yeah! Merry Christmas!"

He waves a hand at the nearest waiter.

"How are you? That whole Norman thing -- yeesh!" He shudders, then the grin bursts back again. "OH! Wanna see something cool? Well, I think they're cool. You might not. Um. But wanna see anyway?"

Toad arrives!

[morty_toad]

Toad can't say he's here to see friend. He doesn't have any friends left with the people who might be showing up at this party. Bloody hell, he never really had any friends with them to begin with. (Save for one, but all in the past now, really

Re: Toad arrives!

[strngly_literal]

Out and about was fun because they could flaunt their sexiness and overall visually stimulating selves together... in public.

Plus there was the PDA. Because who didn't love THAT? In front of a mirror in the bathroom.

As it was, Anya had no vengeance gigs here although she was sure that if she really looked closely they were all idiots deserving of her intelligent and yet oh so witty wrath.

She wore a shiny lilac halter top dress that dipped low down her back to bare the line of her spine. The hem fell neatly just above her knees. And of course she had on matching heels because they made her legs look pretty.

"Martini please!" Because what other drink was there? "Because where there's a martini there's an overtly happy vengeance demon." Yes, happy vengeance demons do exist thankyouverymuch.

[morty_toad]

"Oh, that's my girl!" Toad exclaims happily. Because where there are happy vengeance demons - particularly when they're named Anya luv - there are happy Toad's!

He held up his beer glass. "To us!" he says to her. "But mostly you, because you look stunning." He eyed here up and down appreciatively. "Positively edible."

[strngly_literal]

She kind of loved it when Toad appreciated how pretty her human form was. She appreciated herself too, all the time! And him. She appreciated him too. Because... tongue!

"To us, the most attractive people in the universes." She nodded enthusiastically and lifted her glass before sipping at the martini.

Oh what the hell.

She drank half of the martini down and squeezed her eyes tightly closed as it went down her throat. "Perfection. A demon had to invent this nectar of the gods."

[argentumlingua]

Draco spies Mike giggling to himself. Amused, he taps Mike on the shoulder. "Hello, Love. What's so funny?"

[shaman_x]

Mike sweeps Draco up, grinning, and spins them around before letting Draco down again, arms still around him, says,

"Hello!"

and kisses him quite thoroughly.

[argentumlingua]

Is rather surprised at this exuberance and flails a little as he kisses Mike back, hoping that he doesn't lose his balance and fall them into the cake or the punch or both or something worse. "Mmmph!"

[shaman_x]

Arms looped around Draco's waist, Mike smiles against him. "I'd never let you fall."

[john_movinon]

John arrives at the party with his boyfriends, Doug and Jean-Paul... and promptly looses them. Because that's what they do.

He goes up to the bar, thinking JP would probably be there and possibly Doug, or else they would be soon enough.

He orders a (non-alcoholic) Dr. Pepper, and sits up on the stool, looking out at the crowd, eyes searching for a familiar face and someone to talk to. But, hey, waiting works too.

[daughterof_evil]

Sasha is getting in the habit of pretty much only going out to a non-business party when she's encouraged by John. She leaves Peter and Henry at home with a pizza and a bunch of Superman movies to marathon, even though they both know that Henry is going to fall asleep in the middle of the first one. Or maybe at the beginning of the second one, if he's really interested.

Peter probably won't notice until they get to the third one, anyway.

She spots John after getting a drink (eggnog, because it's that time of year), and is only a little disappointed to see that he's alone. She can fix that, and he can tell her that she looks pretty in her green dress. Someone should before Peter gets to it. If she could find Jean-Paul, he would.

"Look at you, all by your lonesome," Sasha says, walking up to John and immediately putting down her glass and pulling him into a hug. "How is it that you have two dates and end up sitting by yourself?"

[john_movinon]

John hugs her back tight. "I have no effing clue," he says, rolling his eyes as he pulled away. "This always happens when we arrive at parties together."

He smirks. "It's not like I'm not going to hook up with them later, yeah?"

The smirk fades into a genuine smile. "Hey," he says. "Nice dress." Okay, so he's not really the most fashion-aware person ever - that was JP's thing, and John was happy to leave it to him - but he could appreciate it. Or was learning too, anyway. "You look good," he says. "So, where are your boys? Left them behind for some bonding time?"

[daughterof_evil]

Sasha smiles when John compliments her dress. She would like to give him all of the credit and say he knew to mention it on his own, but she knows that probably has a little to do with Jean-Paul influencing him in all of the ways that amuse the hell out of her. They make a lot of progress with each other, but John wouldn't like it if she called it cute, so she doesn't. She just leans over to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"My boys are watching Superman," she explains. There's not a party in the world that Peter would prefer to a marathon of Superman movies, except maybe their reception...if they ever have one. "It's not like I'm not going to hook up with Peter later," she adds. "Henry would have wanted to come if he had known his Uncle John was going to be here, but this is grown up time. You'll get at least twenty minutes of toddler babble when we exchange gifts, I promise. He has an explanation for every decoration we have in the apartment."

[daughter_of_m]

Mike promised her GIFTS. Ordinarily she would not come to such a SHIFTY place (people here? At this place? People DIE here!! Or they are waiting for DEAD PEOPLE here!! It is TRUE. Wanda knows. Wanda knows stuff TOO Layla Miller --- where do you think you learned it little girl?! Huh?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Wanda Maximoff knows STUFF.

And the stuff she knows is this interdimensional tavern is SHIFTY. Just because it's DC and she's Marvel doesn't mean she doesn't know! She is THE SCARLET WITCH, people. Okay?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Anyway.)

Mike promised her GIFTS. So. She's here. In RED --

[tm_magik]

"Wanda!"

Oh, here's JUST what people should want: unstable teenage witches drinking rum and eggnog.

[daughter_of_m]

"ZOMG!!! Illyana!!!"

Yes, Wanda is completely capable of saying ZOMG out loud. And not in IM (eye-em) in proper English.

"I haven't seen you in AAAAAAAAAGGGGGEEEEEESSSSSSSS!!! ZOMG --"

(Zoh-MAH-GAH)

"--how ARE you?"

[tm_magik]

Of course Zoh-MAH-GAH is a word.

"Busy."

Yeah, you could say that.

"You look so pretty! How are you?!"