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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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Velvet & Hale & Murdock soon & Open eventually -- 11:30

[scheherazading]

If Velvet had had her way, she would have arrived with Murdock at exactly 9 pm, cheerfully helped the Byrons with party preparations, had a glass of wine, and politely excused herself around 10 pm when people were really beginning to arrive. But of course, her roguish companion would have none of that - of course not! Certainly, they met up at 8:45, but there were so many distractions along the way - why don't they pick up food? Bring wine for the hosts? Walk, since it's a nice night? By the time they arrived around 10:15, the party was gearing up, and it looked like an easy escape would not be possible.

At 11:19, the Arabic Librarian momentarily lost Murdock, and was left to fend for herself amongst the raucous faux Europeans. She clung to her wine glass, classic shield of wall-flowers: it occupied at least one of her hands and its contents soothed the anxiety. She avoided most Tales (particularly those who expected such grandiose things like publishing from her), and when approached by drunken artists, merely flashed a shy smile

Re: Velvet & Hale & Murdock soon & Open eventually -- 11:30

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Re: Velvet & Hale & Murdock soon & Open eventually -- 11:30

[scheherazading]

Startled out of her wine-soaked reverie, Velvet stared up at Hale for a full moment before registering who he was and what he was saying. "Oh! Yes, please," she said, after a short delay (by which time her glass was already half full). At his inquisitive glance she had the decency to look somewhat chagrined. "Thank you. I - ah... uhm, well. It's a European party." This statement of the obvious was the best she could give by way of explanation of the identity she'd taken on, at least in regards to people whose attention she didn't want.

"I'm all right! It's a good party, is it?" It wasn't as much of a rhetorical question as one might expect; tipping the wine glass to her lips, Velvet Lyon was actually unsure as to whether or not it was a good party. People seemed to be having fun, but it was, well... loud, and she wasn't sure about the emotional status of some of the revelers. She swallowed, and smiled. "You throw them a lot, ouais?" It was possible that she was beginning to have just enough wine that little French words were slipping

Re: Velvet & Hale & Murdock soon & Open eventually -- 11:30

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C.J & James & Open -- 10:15

[claudiajane]

It was, among those who knew C.J. Emerson, something of a well-known secret that she had the tendency of being something of a lush. After all, Dorothy Gale spent an eternity as a child, so C.J. seemed to relish any adulthood excuse to act silly and have fun. Growing up in rural Minnesota also gave a girl a decent upbringing in alcohol - though a strict moral code might be taught in the public schools, after the bell rang in high school, there wasn't much else to do but sit around and steal alcohol from the liquor cabinets of adults.

And so the girl sipped heavily (to put it politely) on her wine as she sampled some baklava. She appeared to be deep in thought for a moment, and then turned to her old friend who had accompanied her to the party that night.

"Oh James," she exclaimed, as if struck by a sudden and brilliant idea. "Let's go dance!" Excitedly, she gestured toward the impromptu dance floor.

Re: C.J & James & Open -- 10:15

[onlyhadaheart]

Gatherings among the Tale community never failed to entertain James, which was why he was so often among those in attendance of such events, sometimes alone, sometimes with Anna and sometimes with wonderful friends, such as C.J. Besides, considering himself something of an old man, he was always flattered when he could accompany her.

However, true to his nature, he hadn't remarked on C.J.'s consumption, as he both remembered being young and would have his eye on her anyhow. It was just how he was without really considering it. Besides, the point tonight was to haven fun, wasn't it? And then she suggested dancing. For a moment, he blinked at her, but that was soon followed by a grin, game as ever, even if it could mean making a fool of himself.

"Dancing it is, and if I step on your toe, you can kick me back," he joked, taking her hand with an admittedly ridiculous flourish.

C.J & James & Open -- 10:15

[claudiajane]

Laughing, she followed him to the dance floor. Some people probably wouldn't consider it appropriate for a nearly-25-year-old to be dancing with an older married man on a Friday night, but such things simply didn't occur to C.J. After all, James was James. Forever fatherly figure and an important friend in her life. "Don't be silly. I'm sure you're an excellent dancer!" Some might have said that the young woman wavered a bit as she walked - others would describe it as a creative walking pattern.

Once they reached the floor though, she stopped, pulling back her hand. "Oh, but wait! You have to put your name on my dance card first!" She nodded gravely, as if dancing without a signature were akin to a first degree crime.

C.J & James & Open -- 10:15

[onlyhadaheart]

Amused, James affected a serious look for a moment, dug in his pocket for a pen and held his hand out to support the card, intending to sign it and then hopefully not make her too dizzy, as he was a good dancer, all things considered.

"Now, did you want..."

Hmm. Brow wrinkled slightly for a moment, he looked over the options, as he was supposed to be playing serious, after all. While cavorting around a dance floor with C.J. was something that didn't even register on his 'inappropriate' meter, signing his name to something like the 'Foxtrot of Carnal Delight' did just a bit. Even if his signature was likely to be indistinguishable.

"Swagger of the Ill Repute?" he asked, looking up.

Re: Byrons of the Hale and Watts persuasion - 1:24

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Re: Byrons of the Hale and Watts persuasion - 1:24

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"Somebody stole it?" he inquired lightly, in such a way that might have implicated his involvement, except that he wasn't involved at all, merely smug. Theirs was a relationship in which smug curiosity was almost invariably a token of guilt. Actually, he supposed, there was a chance he'd stolen it; he'd been in possession of it frequently enough, scrawling in his messy signature for various lurches and carnal delights. It was like a menu where none of the selections were toxic mixes of liquor and lemon, though he was looking down at one with a clear expression of consideration. He leaned. "What if the culprit happens to hold you dear? I mean, it's not me, but I think you're pretty popular right now. Coasting the wave of fame." Lifting a hand, he adjusted one tuft of Watts' dark hair from underneath the back of the fedora. "Brilliance regarded far and wide."

Neil and open open open -a little before 12:00 am

[off_the_hookah]

Midnight, and Neil knew he had to get going or else he was going to turn into a pumpkin. Or something like that. At the very least he was going to feel like crap the next morning, getting up early to go to the airport. But he couldn't help himself - it was a PARTY! And a Byrons' Party at that. He'd actually started saying goodbye about an hour and a half ago, but was distracted from leaving at every turn. At least Neil had enough willpower not to partake in too much alcohol. Instead, he occupied himself with the French cigarettes his hosts had set out like candy in dishes all around the room. That, and purposely stalking Patricia and Marie to get one of them to dance with him. Obviously, he was a glutton for punishment.

When Watts had said that he wasn't going in a kilt, Neil decided that wearing his would be predictable. Instead, he opted for the ridiculous: wearing a horribly fake mustache, a montera (bullfighter's hat) and carrying a red cape, he spent the first part of the evening speaking English with a horrible

Neil and Harrison and open open -a little before 12:00 am

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Re: Neil and Harrison and open open -a little before 12:00 am

[off_the_hookah]

There was something about Harrison that made Neil go all parental. It was like a reflex. He was also concerned about how Harrison's condition would be in the morning, when they'd have to leave at the break of dawn.

Smiling back at his fellow Wonderlander, Neil made a show of whipping his cape around (and almost smacking somebody behind him with it by accident), and then said in a dramatic voice, "Si! Eet ees moo-wee bueno, Señor Harryson, thees drink of which you speeeak. But do you theenk you have had eenough?"

Re: Neil and Harrison and open open -a little before 12:00 am

[burrowedtime]

11:25 PM. Chloe Finn Martel, OPEN!

[perussiscientia]

Chloe had come late and though the original dress she'd planned was indeed of some sort of art nouveau persuasion, the earlier pornographic pirateering had left her with a wealth of whip marks, bruises, and scratches that simply wouldn't have fit the part...Lest she decide to go as a Scottish soccer hooligan; though that would not fit the red she be demanded to wear either

Re: 11:25 PM. Chloe Finn Martel, Byron Watts, OPEN!

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