"Because," Remy said, playfully tilting his glass into Van's face just a bit too much, "I don't trust anyone else to do it and before you say a word, Marco's not feeling well."
He put his free arm around Vanyel and settled back into his seat.
Perpetually early, that's Tanvir. He makes a beeline for Remy and--oh look! He even brought a present! ...Okay, it's a shot glass from deck 12 that has a little picture of Nevada on it, but whatever, he thought it was appropriate, all things considered.
"Remy!" Tan's grin is broad and genuine. "Happy boataversary, yeah? Here, got you something."
Remy got up to greet his friend and eagerly took the shotglass into his hands as he smiled. He examined it closely but had no idea what the picture was.
"What's this? On it, I mean. I know what a shot glass is."
Hugging Remy in greeting is almost automatic. He stops before he does, though. Taken. Remy's taken. Who knows how his partner would react? No sense in messing up Remy's good thing.
"Nevada, you mean?"
Oh right. Right, Remy's not from his world. Funny how easy it is to forget.
"Oh right. It's uh. It's a state in the country I'm from. South and west from me."
Remy looks confused as Tanvir stopped going for the hug. There was nothing wrong with a friendly hug as far as Remy was concerned, so he finished what Tan started.
"Nevada. Interesting name. Ever been there?"
He led Tan over to the punch table and started to serve him a glass.
Herz decided he'd...let himself get a little wasted tonight. Not at first. No, start of the party, he's dealing with the kitchen. But, you know, an hour or two in, depending on the size of the herd, he's going to pass the grill to another hand and poke around the bar.
At this point, he would've had at least two glasses of the sweet-as-all-hell punch.
Really, who you find all depends on when you find him. A drunk Herz is a slightly different animal than a sober one.
Herz smiles warmly at his friend, wrapping an arm around his shoulder as he replies. "Damn--damn perfect." He gives the older man a one-armed hug. "And--a-and it's no problem. You know, helping." As he pulls away, his expression turns slightly guilty.
"Though, uhh...I--I-I do have a--a question for you."
Where there was a party there was alcohol, and where there was alcohol there was Kevas. This was the kind of party he loved. Nothing like that damn ball they were forced to go to earlier. This was relaxed, casual, and more importantly Kevas was still the right species.
Now it was time to get a head start on the drinking. If all goes right, Kevas will wake up somewhere on the floor. If things go really right, he might wake up in a ladymon's bed. A troll can hope.
While Alice was terribly fond of whatever that wine had been last time, she isn't quite sure about the punch that's on the table, or anything that's behind that bar. She's had her light shares of brandy and sherries back home, but all of that looked a bit complicated and rather as if it would induce an awful headache.
As she's contemplating all of this, she wanders right up to Kevas, hands on her hips.
Kevas knocked back his entire glass and stood there, smacking his lips waiting to see if anything happened. When it was clear he was not about to shrink/grow/turn into a goat he smiled back Alice.
She waits along with him, a satisfied (but also mildly disappointed) look on her face when he finishes the drink and no strange things happen.
"Well, it certainly seems as you are in luck this evening - all of the intoxicating beverages you could possibly wish for, and no animal ears or parts or rainbows.
Not one to avoid a party, she'd done something nice with her hair and threw on a little dress and some heels, and slipped in. She was currently eying the punch bowl, deliberating a cup.
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"Explain to me again," he groused, reaching to steal a sip of Remy's punch, "Why you'll be pouring drinks at a party in your honour?"
Oh, well, at least there were going to be drinks.
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He put his free arm around Vanyel and settled back into his seat.
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He's wearing white, and you're a cruel, terrible man. The glare fades when he's settled in, and Van wipes the excess punch on a napkin.
"My congratulations then, on surviving another year. Is this a gift-giving occasion?"
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"No, I don't expect it to be. Why? Did you have something?"
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"Remy!" Tan's grin is broad and genuine. "Happy boataversary, yeah? Here, got you something."
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Remy got up to greet his friend and eagerly took the shotglass into his hands as he smiled. He examined it closely but had no idea what the picture was.
"What's this? On it, I mean. I know what a shot glass is."
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"Nevada, you mean?"
Oh right. Right, Remy's not from his world. Funny how easy it is to forget.
"Oh right. It's uh. It's a state in the country I'm from. South and west from me."
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"Nevada. Interesting name. Ever been there?"
He led Tan over to the punch table and started to serve him a glass.
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At this point, he would've had at least two glasses of the sweet-as-all-hell punch.
Really, who you find all depends on when you find him. A drunk Herz is a slightly different animal than a sober one.
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"Thanks for helping out, Herz. How did the punch turn out?"
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"Though, uhh...I--I-I do have a--a question for you."
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"Sure, ask away."
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Now it was time to get a head start on the drinking. If all goes right, Kevas will wake up somewhere on the floor. If things go really right, he might wake up in a ladymon's bed. A troll can hope.
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As she's contemplating all of this, she wanders right up to Kevas, hands on her hips.
"Is there anything in it, I wonder?"
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Kevas knocked back his entire glass and stood there, smacking his lips waiting to see if anything happened. When it was clear he was not about to shrink/grow/turn into a goat he smiled back Alice.
"Don't be lookin' like it."
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"Well, it certainly seems as you are in luck this evening - all of the intoxicating beverages you could possibly wish for, and no animal ears or parts or rainbows.
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