Joyeux Anniversaire

[wwistful]

WHO: Friends of Sybille +Eridan and Cronus if they wanana
TONE: CELEBRATORY
RATING: Drunk
WHEN: The night of the 8th of November
WHERE: Hogsmeade, some fancy place
WHAT: Sybille is turning 36!! Murdoc is paying for everyone's dinner in celebration of this fact!

It's a lovely autumn evening and the weather couldn't be more perfect for dining out. It might be chilly outside, but the restaurant is warm, friendly and damn does it ever smell good. If you mention the names Donoghue or Matteris at the door you'll be lead to a private room with a table set for enough room for all the people who expressed interest in attending and more.

There aren't decorations because this is a tasteful, adult party. What are you? Twelve? There aren't seating arrangements either so pick a spot and stop fussing before Murdoc pushes you into the one furthest from the food.

The food is already served and spread across the table. Like hell he had any intention of sitting around while every single person decided they wanted the lobster. Pretty much everything looks good, but save room for cake you money absorbing food sponges.

Comments

ARRIVALS

[wwistful]

[Woah, dude. Five minutes late? Who died and made you king of casual entrances.]

[arachnoble]

[Sybille is not late, by some miracle of science. (Or magic.) She is also looking so dashing, and she seems suitably impressed by the restaurant.

Or is she faking it? We just don't know.]

Not bad, Murdoc.

[wwistful]

[Murdoc flashes a small smile as she enters. Yes, she does indeed look dashing, but she's not the only one capable of it. He takes her flesh hand and bows his head to kiss it.]

Joyeux Anniversaire à vous mon cher ami. [His French isn't great, what with having a fairly thick Irish accent, but it's not cringe-worthy.]

[arachnoble]

[She smiles back at him, and as soon as he raises his head Sybille will be cupping his cheek and pressing a kiss to his lips.

Hah.]

You need to work on your accent, darling.

[wwistful]

[He's going to give her a peck back, what's a smooch between friends on their birthday? French is what it is. Damn the French, he feels guilty and strange now.]

It's almost like you don't want your present.

[arachnoble]

[There's a lot for a smooch between people who just so happen to be engaged.]

It's more that I think you'd be more charming if you could speak in a way that wouldn't get you horribly judged.

[wwistful]

It's a good thing I don't intend on subjectin' anyone to my French but you, isn't it?

[EYE ROLL.] Do you want your gift or not?

[plushaeusrumpified]

[So yeah, Bro is. kinda late, actually. He really debated not coming at all, for obvious reasons. But. Well, here he is. Late. He even dressed up a little and left the hat at home.

The shades aren't going anywhere, though. Not this time. The first thing that he does when he arrives is look for Murdoc straight away, and when he finds him he heads over to him.]

I hope you know I only did this for you.

[AKA please remind him why he actually is here.]

[wwistful]

[Murdoc is the bringer of little smiles today. He's pleased to see Dirk here, though he wonders if it's for the best. Perhaps today is a chance to build some bridges.]

Bonsoir to you too. [He gives him a flat look before gently elbowing him.] I trust you've wished Sybille a Happy Birthday in one of the several languages you know.

[plushaeusrumpified]

Not yet.

[And he doesn't particularly want to. Being here is already awkward enough. He would quite honestly just prefer to hang out with Murdoc the whole evening even if he knows he can't. Which is why he brought his cellphone. He wonders if it would work here...

God he hopes so. Angry bird would be cathartic right now.]

What d'you think she'd prefer, Troll or Mermish?

[wwistful]

I think she'd prefer a language that doesn't involve screechin' or gruntin'. [He pauses to think on that.] Or maybe she'd enjoy it. I'm not entirely certain.

[He gives him a weak smile. He knows Bro came out of his own desire, even if he claimed it was for Murdoc. Murdoc had not guilted or pressured him, so he needn't feel bad.

And yet he does. He wants it to stop.]

I'd appreciate it if you did, you know.

[plushaeusrumpified]

If that's the case, then maybe I should combine the two of them. I'm sure her eardrums would appreciate that a whole lot.

[The smile gets to him though, as does Murdoc's next words. Goddamn it, how's he supposed to argue with that? He can't. It's impossible. Just fucking impossible.]

Yeah, yeah, I plan to. I didn't come here just to ignore her. That'd look bad anyway. Just gimme a bit, I guess? It's not like this is easy.

[wwistful]

I'm not sure the rest of the party would appreciate it, actually.

[He gives him a judging look, even though he's still smiling at him. Bro you are dumb. Dumb and adorable.]

I had no intention of forcin' the two of you together, I was simply makin' sure you were here for her as well.

[plushaeusrumpified]

Hey, screw them. It's the birthday girl that matters.

[He returns the look with one of practiced nonchalance. It's hard to hold it though, as he looks at Murdoc. Goddamn him.]

Oh really? Sometimes I get the feeling you wouldn't be against locking us in a room together until we work out our differences. But yeah, no. I will. It'll just take a while. Maybe some booze.

[wwistful]

It's the birthday girl's opinion that I am concerned about. Perhaps you should stick to English, maybe you could say it in that delightful accent of yours. It is extremely adorable, you know.

[He's saying all of this in a low voice so as not to be overheard, but with such a casual air that it's as if he isn't complimenting Dirk's accent that he shouldn't know about.]

I'd be lyin' if I said I hadn't contemplated it before, actually.

[plushaeusrumpified]

[Bro folds his arm, trying to will away the redness that threatens to creep over his face at Murdoc's comment.]

That's reserved for you and you alone.

[He rolls his eyes at that.]

You do and I might have to kick your ass.

[wwistful]

I'm flattered, then. It doesn't fall on the ears of an unappreciative audience.

You can try. [Smiiiirk.]

[plushaeusrumpified]

[Wow, good job. You've made it harder to fight the redness. Fuck. You. He's not even going to acknowledge that.]

I can fucking succeed. If I remember correctly, I got the first hit in between us that one time.

[wwistful]

I remember not knowing you were going to hit me. I wouldn't call that a fight so much as an assault.

[plushaeusrumpified]

About like the time you nailed me in the stomach.

[Y'know. When he kissed you.]

In a fair fight, there's no way you'd win.

[wwistful]

Funny. I seem to remember you took me by surprise that time, too.

If you challenged me to a proper fight and didn't launch at me with no warnin', I would beat you.

[plushaeusrumpified]

I-

[He... can't argue with that one, to be honest. God damn it.]

That's a fuckin' lie. There's no way you'd win, not with a back like yours.

[That may or may not have been a low blow. But it fits well with Murdoc's reference.]

[wwistful]

On the contrary, I think I'd win with a back like mine.

[Folding his arms over his chest.]

[allisnotlost]

[And he's following right in behind him, since you know.

He decided to be nice and not pass this opportunity up or something. Even if he doesn't look too pleased about it.]

[arachnoble]

Well you look ecstatic.

[Hehehehe. Sybille is smiling, though, and she's going to try to be polite to Eridan. At least while others are watching.