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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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Hale & OPEN -- 9:45

[invisibyron]

Hale knew he was taller than the average person. He'd been aware of this since high school, when he could comfortably rest an elbow on the head of several peers; though dating a man who was marginally taller meant that he could sometimes forget, for the most part he was no stranger to his own height, and what this meant in his life. There were a few things that it hindered. Getting trousers that fit, for one. Lifting things from floor level. Low doorways. Also, the game where someone approached from behind, slid their palms around his eyes, and then waited for him to guess their identity. He could play this with a few (equally tall) individuals, but when anyone below the six-foot mark tried, the merriment threatened to end in ruin. In this case, the culprit was either short or cruel enough to pretend they were short. Now his posture most closely resembled a catapult, pulled back by some insidious invading force, ready to let go and fling him into a crowd of gossiping installation artists. He laughed, but was not yet

Hale & LILLIAN, BITCHES -- 9:45

[whitebreadbrown]

Hale may not have been inebriated enough to enjoy this modified version of Guess Who!, but Lillian Maine definitely was. This may have been due to the fact that she'd been coerced to drink several large margaritas by her coworkers before she arrived (with boxes of patisserie-made macarons and petits fours) chez Byron. Couple those with the generous glasses of Merlot she'd imbibed since then, and it was no wonder that the blonde thought the game was a hilarious - and only made more amusing by the addition of German. Oh yes. Lil had gone all out, dressed like a St. Pauli girl and throwing about her conversational German with great exuberance.

"Annahme wer!" she trilled, giggling in spite of herself, once Hale could bend back no further and she herself was in danger of falling over.

Re: Hale & LILLIAN, BITCHES -- 9:45

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Re: Hale & LILLIAN, BITCHES -- 9:45

[whitebreadbrown]

"Ja!" Lillian exclaimed, releasing Hale from his backwards, sightless limbo with such gusto that she lost a bit of equilibrium herself; but, gracefully (well... -ish), turned it into a curtsy and brief whirl, showing off her costume (which in turn showed off a lot of her). "Ja," she repeated, this time in agreement with Hale's assessment. "I was going to do the whole tray of beer mugs thing, but, never got around to it. Hi!" A proper greeting now, accompanied with a hug - on tip-toe, but no less warm because of it. "Things are looking good! I brought pastries and whatnot, put them where Watts said, and oh my god, I am so much drunker than everyone else here already. Maybe I should start plying people with alcohol..." she mused, turning about and reviewing the party-goers with her hands on her hips.

Patricia, Marie, their Daves, & eventually open -- A fashionably late 10:30pm

[kissthehook]

Patricia didn't normally attend parties unless their was something to be gained by her attendance: contacts with the rich and famous, a new buyer for her company, or on the rare occasion, good company. None of these were the case tonight, but she still had a reason for wanting to attend the Byron's soirée. Her "invitation" had come, curiously enough, on her Compendium post offering rewards for information regarding the missing magical items. Now, Patricia understood how the minds of criminals worked. She was, as the Piglanders would undoubtedly say, picking up what Watts was putting down. Clearly he meant for her to attend the party so as to share some sort of vital and secret information with her. And if that meant an advantage over her European Librarian counterpart, all the better

Patricia, Marie, their Daves, & eventually open -- A fashionably late 10:30pm

[gingeredwitch]

Marie, likewise, was not the sort to attend these kinds of...functions. Naturally, she rubbed elbows with the artistically elite, preferably at some soiree in Prague or atop a discotech in Paris. This party might have been socially acceptable, in fact, if it weren't for the disgusting amount of plebeians running about in--good Lord, what was that, lederhosen?

She was going to need significantly more gin than was in Dave #1's manpurse. To be fair, it wasn't his manpurse, but he knew damn well that if he and Ms. Bouchard were attending a social function, he was to retrieve it from his locker at the office and stock it with a large bottle of gin. These were the reasons why he hadn't been fired yet. It may or may not have also had to do with Kelly dissuading Marie's pink-slipping hand.

Either way.

"And Dave Number One, sugar," she said, right on Patricia's heels, "Don't think I'm letting you off the hook either." A brief pause. The Dave's looked sufficiently terrified. "So, darlin'--" this to Patricia--"how long are we gonna

Patricia, Marie, their Daves, & OPEN (Byrons?) -- A fashionably late 10:30pm

[kissthehook]

"No longer than is necessary, I can only hope." Patricia allowed herself one last tired sigh before she entered the inevitable din of the party. It became clear that, due to the noise occuring inside, no one was going to open the door. She shot one of those looks at her Dave, and he hastily fumbled with his bags to grab the handle.

Shooting a look of solidarity at Marie and holding her head up high, Patricia entered. Making an extreme effort not to look at anyone directly (though undoubtedly, she realized that their appearance would attract a lot of attention) she scanned the crowd for four things: the party's hosts, enemies, friends (doubtful), and the beverage table.

Re: Patricia, Marie, their Daves, & 1 Byron

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Since there were only so many things that could be said about any one artistic director, and as they'd said about twice that number about their current topic of conversation, Hale thought this was a good moment to break free and alight upon another conversational corner, maybe one that wasn't all about exhibits and deportations. This put him directly into the path of the Modern Librarian, as well as her friend, though Hale had never met the latter and had no way of distinguishing her from the other, more highbrow guests. It was still early. Nobody had really loosened up just yet

Watts and Luke - About 11, when fresh air is needed

[elder_goat]

Re: Watts and Luke - About 11, when fresh air is needed

[elder_goat]

Richie and Open!

[spineless_lion]

Richie, Hale and Open! (anyone for an introduction?)

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Richie, Hale and Open! (anyone for an introduction?)

[spineless_lion]

Richie, Hale and Open!

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Perry & OPEN -- 11:30

[wishboned]

What the hell, he'd thought, staring down at his compendium in a state of terminal boredom, it's Friday night, I don't have plans, I like lager, LSD and Cary Grant as much as anybody. If nothing else, getting drunk on somebody else's tab was a rare and remarkable novelty

Perry & Eddy -- 11:30

[dontcallmespot]

On the contrary, practically any party impressed The Dog. As long as there was beer and food (scantily clad women were an added bonus), Eddy was happy. This party? This was ridiculous! There was all of the above and then some!

Some sort of German brew in hand, Eddy started to feel the heat and ducked outside for a moment of cooling off. He approached the balcony and grinned at the man standing next to him. "Dude, is this party sah-weet or WHAT?"

Perry & Eddy -- 11:30

[wishboned]

"Yeah! Yeah, it's just a great party. Just a great, sah-weet party," Perry said, turning the dial until the approval in his voice hit 'high'. This was a false adjustment, and false enough that it could have been obvious, but his particular Hollywood grade approval was false even when it was genuine. It was all very complicated; he gripped the railing tighter with his free hand and threw back the rest of the drink.

Then his gut-twisted--for a second, he thought it was alcohol-related vertigo--but then he realized it was just Tale sense. He guessed that made sense; the guy wasn't vibing like a new order artist. "You know these guys?"

Perry & Eddy -- 11:30

[dontcallmespot]

Eddy wasn't exactly an expert at picking up vibes to start with, but after he had been drinking? You basically would have to throw a bag of bricks in his face to get hit a point home with him. As such, he nodded with a slightly glazed look in his eyes as Perry agreed with his party assessment. "I know, man. Freaking awesome."

He took another drink of his beer to steady the feeling in his own stomach. One might think that the many lifetimes as a Tale would get someone used to the feeling, but Eddy also had many lifetimes of experience with drunkenness and indigestion, so the subtle difference were difficult to read. "Yeah, man. The Byrons! They're..." Words seemed to fail him as he looked around for a correct adjective or noun to describe his hosts. "Artists. I think."