Ravenclaw Bar & Lab Grand Opening Party

[csi_sara]

::Screened for Ravenclaws, and their guests ( teatimeassassin, serpent-of-vee, dice-addict, franciscrawford, kayewinnet, lucifer-tiamat, anthony-crowley)::The dust has settled, the House Elves have cleaned up all the construction mess and decorated the room for a party. Blue and bronze streamers hang from the walls and small blue candles with bronze flames hand in the air, lighting the room. Most of the lab tables have been pushed back,

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[blacks_thecolor]

Bernard had already been drinking, of course. He wandered in singing "I Got Laid on James Joyce's Grave" and looking, as usual, rather pleased with himself.

[researcher42]

Ford walks over to Bernard, grinning and carrying two wine glasses and two large bottles of wine. "Hey, nice music! Come on, we need to christen the new bar and lab. Or at least the bar." He pours the wine, briefly wondering why he was bothering with a glass. "A toast! To books and booze!"

[blacks_thecolor]

"Now, that is a toast worthy of being spread with jam." He grabs a glass of wine, drinking it in one long swallow. "Ugh. Horrible stuff. Pour me another."

[teatimeassassin]

Teatime had arrived some time ago, yes, but he'd mainly been standing against the wall in the darker parts of the room, away from everyone else. Standing, and watching.
He quite enjoyed watching people. It was always so interesting. Watching them talk, watching them interact, watching the little things they did that could tell him so much about them...

But at the moment, he was holding a cup of tea - it wasn't a bad drink; it was just that he didn't appreciate it when people confused him with it - and examining the food. Food didn't interact with other food, but that didn't mean it couldn't be interesting.

[waste_lock]

Noticing Teatime, Nny gave him a somewhat weak smile of acknowledgement. All the drinking and flirting going on was starting to fray his nerves, and just seeing someone not acting like a total idiot made him feel fractionally better.

[teatimeassassin]

The smile was returned tenfold, with the brilliance of the sun and the creepiness of...well, Teatime's smile. It was accompanied by a little wave. He didn't forget good turns.
Hufflepuff needs something like this in the common room, he thought idly, taking a quick sip of his tea. This tea IS quite good. We'll just see, then...

[waste_lock]

That... would probably be a first. People didn't smile at Nny. It just wasn't something that happened. But there were a couple of people here who did. He was still trying to figure out how he felt about that. At least talking to Teatime didn't make him uneasy.

After all, if Nny lost his temper, Teatime would be perfectly able to defend himself.

[ugly_old_hat]

*Has Rowena Ravenclaw Horcrux in it, and is therefore part Ravenclaw; lands on the bar, bringing all four Founders and Little Tom with it; peers around at the various drink offerings and spots a strawberry dacquiri*

That one smells like fruit, Tom. I bet it's just like a milkshake. Shall we try it?

[lil_tom_riddle]

Yes! I love fruit!

*ignore all implications in that*

[ugly_old_hat]

Oh, good then, I'm sure it's good for little horcruxes, too.

*Takes a nice big drink*

Is it as good as it looks?

of course Tom, of course; hat's wouldn't understand them, anyway*

[lil_tom_riddle]

*casts a cleaning spell on the hat*

...

I like it!!! It's all fruity and seems to have a zing to it! Kinda burns going down but I like it! Wanna have another? Or do you see someone fun to talk to?

[researcher42]

Wanders up to the bar and addresses one of the house-elf bartenders. "Six pints of bitter. And quickly please, the world is about to end." (It wasn't, of course. He just liked saying that and found that it did generally lead to getting quicker service, if only so that he would go away.)

[ugly_old_hat]

Hello, Mr. Prefect! Is the world ending, really? Should I get to safety? Do you think a horcrux would enjoy whatever that is you are drinking?

[researcher42]

"Well, I suppose it's either ending of beginning. Perhaps both at once." He takes a drink. "Man... that's deep." He gives one of the pints to the Hat. "I don't see any reason why a horcrux wouldn't enjoy it. Drink up!"

[ugly_old_hat]

Ish brownnnn! Like Kathyloouieee! Taste same, Tom?

[franciscrawford]

Lymond finds his way into the commons rather late in the evening, already determinedly drunk. It barely shows in his pace, however, or in the way he surveys the room with steady eyes. The only obvious symptom is a slight, but steady twitch in his left cheek that distorts his stoic smile into something more desperate.

He strides slowly to the bar, only stumbling once on an abandoned tumbler of some noxious liquid, and raps twice on the solid bartop. "'keep... bring me something with legs. Long ones. Preferably attatched to a lovely young woman who shant need them for the rest of the evening." He turns, making an odd face at the band, then remembers something else. "And a bottle of your finest cheap wine."

Leaning carefully against the bar, he scans the room for anyone he might know, and a few he might like to get to know better.

[franciscrawford]

Lymond decides to abandon the bar, and find some womenflesh elsewhere.

He waits at leats until a tall bottle of something red is brought up from behind the bar, then begins to roam.

[franciscrawford]

...fails to find womenflesh, and returns sullenly to the bar, toting a half-empty bottle.

[anthony_crowley]

Crowley steps up silently behind Crawford at the bar and pinches his arse.