Alec | Twelve (aka. Magnus's Surprise Party)

[bottleblueyes]

[this is backlogged to Sunday]

Who: Party Guests! Meaning you! Yes, YOU!
Where: Mansion 1b in Espoir
Style: First
Status: OPEN

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PRE-PARTY

[bottleblueyes]

Re: PRE-PARTY

[mangandsleep]

[Max is sitting down on the job, flipping through his manga. Nothing he hasn't read 37 times already]

Re: PRE-PARTY

[bottleblueyes]

[He's carrying a bunch of glasses out from the kitchen.]

Max? Could you help me out here? Before they fall?

Re: PRE-PARTY

[mangandsleep]

[Looks up, blinking through glasses that are askew]

What?

Oh. [He sets down his book and gets up, rushing over to help prevent disaster. Jr. shadowhunter saves the day! Yus!]

SURPRISE

[bottleblueyes]

Re: SURPRISE

[highwarlockmb]

{Magnus was sent out on a grocery shopping errand some forty-five minutes ago. Alec told him they needed 'everything', which translated to 'as much as one warlock can carry'. And so Magnus is returning to the mansion, a little grumpy, tired of toting bags, muttering under his breath that these damned housemates better be f*cking grateful. Shadowhunters need to learn how to diet, although Max is the worst, damned preteen metabolism. He's stocked up on tea for the Victorians and coffee for everyone else, and everything else on his impromptu mental list that he thought they might need.

{Nudging the door open with his foot, Magnus is already envisioning passing the groceries off to someone else and making good on Alec's promise to make this errand 'worth his while'. Payment right now would be welcome. But then he paused inside the door, realizing immediately that something was off with this scenario}

[bottleblueyes]

[Alec has changed into his "costume" to fit the theme of the party - a knock-off version of his Shadowhunter outfit with a long sleeved button down black shirt with white lace sewn into the cuffs, courtesy of the girls. On top of that, he's wearing a black leather vest. His pants are the normal Shadowhunter garb, but his shoes are much different. He's wearing calf-high buckle-up leather boots.

[He comes over to Magnus, grabs the groceries from the warlock, and offers a tentative smile, although he's not really sure what he's doing or entirely comfortable with what he's wearing.]

Uh, surprise?

[highwarlockmb]

{He recognizes a Shadowhunter version of a party when he sees one. Still, he needs a moment to recover, like any mundane being surprised, then Magnus grinned. He set down the bags, glad to be rid of them, and crossed the room to loom over Alec, eyes roaming over his change of clothes}

You certainly made it worth my while. {Has he forgotten there is a houseful of people? Certainly not. But he's paying attention to the obvious host of the party first, giving special thanks}

MINGLING

[bottleblueyes]

Re: MINGLING

[gentle_cruelty]

[It's convenient living in the mansion next door, the night of a party. Surprise affair or not, Irial simply crosses the lawn and sees himself in the neighboring guest house. His eyes pass over the interior, never having seen it from the inside before - that is, everything outside of Isabelle's bedroom.

[He doesn't seem particularly moved one way or the other. But he does help himself to a drink]

[nolessthanseven]

[thankfully, the manor is big enough for Isabelle to pointedly ignore Irial's very existence. Or, at least, just not greeting him when she passes by in a flurry of black. She's got stuff to take care of anyway.]

[gentle_cruelty]

[Oh, he catches that, and smiles against the rim of his glass, watching her pass]

BAR / SPECIAL DEMANDS

[failssassin]

[When Charlie is not rocking their pants off, Desmond takes over as a DJ, trying to put on the right song to fit the moods of whoever are dancing on the floor. The turntables are set up by the makeshift bar too, and so he can mix people drinks from time to time, trying to be as creative as he can with the choice of alcohol Alec gave him earlier.

Feel free to ask for your favorite song or for a mixed cocktail.]

BAR / SPECIAL DEMANDS

[mistrustbeauty]

[Maia likes to dance, she's been enjoying herself a little too much, but it's time for a drink. slightly flushed, she's heading over to the bar]

Hey, you don't just have cold beer, do you?

[failssassin]

Hey. [He offers her a curt nod, lips barely curling up]

Yeah, I do. [He reaches for one of the few bottles placed in a bucket full of ice and takes off the lid, offering it to the young woman. He notices her flush look and then nods toward the dance floor]

Are you enjoying yourself out there? [It's an innocent enough question.]

Re: BAR / SPECIAL DEMANDS

[highwarlockmb]

Hello. {His party, right? That means he gets to enjoy the eye candy for a minute too along with free drinks}