Laissez les bons temps rouler! [Second Mirror]

[dancingwillows]

The island had done it again. Whether it was pure chance or benevolence none of them would ever know, but somehow, someway, the place had seen fit to give them all booze again

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[mr_demonology]

Tequila shots were still evil.

Wesley had made a beeline right past the bottles, his stomach turning and his skin going a clammy green at merely the thought of that night at Caritas. He settled, instead, for a Bloody Mary, smiling ruefully at the recollection of days in which he would need to specify 'no actual blood, thank you'.

The event in itself was pleasant to watch as much as it was to be a part of. He always had subscribed to the notion that a happy populace made for a better end to their tasks.

[yoursarahjane]

She had always loved a party, whether it be in space or on Earth and this was no different. Her wear might be a decade or perhaps a century too early, but she'd put on Victoria's frock once more and had made her way to the party to sashay amongst people with beads of such bright colours and pluck at food here or there that she had never tried before, wanting to broaden her horizons.

[butcivilization]

While his far too Parisian mind couldn't have forgotten what date it was, Combeferre had not expected to find the Compound decked in familiar, wild finery. Already a party was in full swing, alcohol flowing and kitchen piled with food, so he found himself a glass of wine and a corner to watch people from. His homesickness had been growing lately, but there was a familiarity to the celebration that left him smiling more broadly than he had in some time.

It wasn't quite Paris, but Mardi Gras was Mardi Gras.

[t_emmagen]

Teyla had found a suitable dress, one she felt comfortable in and she was sure Beth would like. A number of people had given her beads, she was not sure why, but she had accepted them gratefully. Now she stood looking at them, a beer in her other hand, wondering just what they were for.

[waydowndark]

Back in her tux, Beth sidles up behind Teyla and wraps both arms around her waist, kissing the side of her neck.

"At risk of sounding redundant, but you look fucking incredible."

[t_emmagen]

Teyla loved the sight of Beth dressed as such. There was something elegant in it that she appreciated, and something raw as well.

"I do not think I look nearly as good as you do." Her arms slipped around Beteh's sides, pushing under the edge of her jacket.

[waydowndark]

"Bullshit." Beth leans into Teyla's side, lifting her other hand to sip her beer. "I don't know where you keep getting these dresses from, but don't stop."

[sly_magus]

Raistlin looked very out of place at the party, but in his defense he would claim that it had simply happened around him.

He refused to touch any of the alcohol leaning against the wall watching people in is opinion make fools of themselves. He'd never had any need for parties, and now shouldn't be any different. Still he didn't move from his spot and didn't openly complain or make any remarks. He might actually even be interested, or he was at least attempting to appear that way.