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.

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FOOD/MINGLING/DRINKING

[wwistful]

[Wall flowers will be peeled away and tossed onto their faces outside. Murdoc isn't paying for your drinks, drunkards. Mind it.]

[wwistful]

[Despite everything he's actually in a pretty good mood today! Mostly because he wants things to be good for Sybille but also a little bit because he's had a bit of wine, which is delicious. Yep, he's going to have more of that.

He's doing his best to look friendly but smiling is hard.]

[taleweaving]

[At some point Aranea peels herself away from people watching and re-(x infinity)reading and comes over, giving Murdoc a smile.]

Thank you for inviting me Professor. I'm sure you didn't have to, after all you could have kept this adults only, so. Thank you.

[wwistful]

You needn't thank me, Miss Serket. [He returns the smile as best he can.] I assumed Sybille would have liked to have you here. Besides, you're far more mature than most of your peers. I was certain I could trust you.

[plushaeusrumpified]

[He did it. Mission afuckingccomplished. He knew he would be able to find them somewhere on the table, and he is fucking proud of that. And Murdoc is at just the position at the table where Bro can do what he's had in mind to do for the last little while. He reaches over under the table slowly, so as not to arouse suspicion, taking Murdoc by the wrist. He pulls his hand over and it definitely seems like he's going to place Murdoc's hand directly there. But when he finally does press Murdoc against something, it's definitely not what Murdoc would expect.

With that, he transfers the nuts he found on the table into Murdoc's hand.

His pokerface never falters.]

[wwistful]

[Murdoc is blissfully unaware of Dirk's scheme as he sits at the table, deciding between which dish he wants to peck at. He doesn't notice Dirk reaching until he has his hand, by that point he's trying to be subtle as well, not wanting to draw attention to whatever it is he's doing.

He raises an eyebrow, staring at him from the corner of his eye and tugging at his hand gently when he realises where it's going. He's trying not to make a fuss but DIRK WHAT ARE YOU DOING.

Then, he feels something in his hand. He tugs his hand back, moving it closer to him but not lifting it where anyone can see. He's trying again to be subtle as he unfurls his hand, but it's a little strange to see him just staring at his hand with confusion.

He shrugs it off, curling his hand back into a fist and punching Dirk on the thigh while keeping a serene expression.]

[plushaeusrumpified]

[Bro honestly didn't expect to get away with that without a reaction, so when the punch to his thigh comes, he's at least prepared enough not to let it show. It doesn't even hurt that much, considering Murdoc really couldn't build up that much momentum given the position. Mostly, it just amuses the hell out of him and he's pleased with himself for having pulled it off without arousing suspicion from anyone.

After a moment, he just gives Murdoc a lazy smirk, and when no one is looking he mouths the words 'There's more where that came from.']

[wwistful]

[Murdoc seems unsatisfied with the punch. Enough that he makes a mental note to get revenge later. Whether it's with a punch is going to depend entirely upon his mood at the time.

He doesn't care if people are watching, he rolls his eyes dramatically and makes an exasperated noise at Bro. Why do you do these things to him?]

[plushaeusrumpified]

[Bro may or may not know that it's definitely not over. Okay, he does. Because he knows there's no way that Murdoc is going to let him off the hook that easily. But Murdoc's most recent reaction has him far too amused for his own good, and an amused Bro is never a good thing.

So he's going to do something that might warrant even more punishment later. He slides his foot over, careful not to nudge anyone elses by accident, and nudges Murdoc's. Then, he slides it up and down Murdoc's leg slowly. ]

[wwistful]

[Murdoc knows damn well Bro finds it amusing. That only aggravates him further, of course. He might adore Bro and enjoy his company, but hell if he's ever going to get used to being laughed at.

He turns his attention away for a moment, only to feel Bro's foot on his leg. He isn't going to deny that he likes the way it feels, but it's highly improper. He scowls across the table at Bro so he can see how displeased he is!]

[plushaeusrumpified]

[He doesn't need the look to know how displeased Murdoc is. And it isn't that he's laughing at him. Honestly, the biggest reason he's so amused is that they're getting away with so much in front of people. Call it a weird rush or something, but it's just fun. A part of him does wonder if he's maybe crossing a line, and he really doesn't want to piss off Murdoc too much. But at the same time, he doesn't want to stop, because he's enjoying this far too much.

He continues running his foot up Murdoc's leg, while at the same time raising his eyebrows, as if wondering what could possibly be Murdoc's problem. He knows Murdoc really can't do anything about it without giving them both away.]

[wwistful]

[Murdoc doesn't know that. As soon as he sees Bro laugh he starts getting defensive. Even if he's secretly glad that even in a room of people he's still the one Bro pays the most attention to.

He turns his head away with a sniff to look at something across the room, trying not to let his cheeks go pink. His leg shifts just a little bit closer and he's trying so hard to look poker faced.]

[taleweaving]

[She's not being so much a wallflower as keeping to herself really. Which is understandable when it comes down to it. Most of the people here are adults, besides Eridan, Cronus and herself and she's actually not quite sure where the two brother's wandered off.

So for now she'll just keep thumbing through an old copy of a Tolkien novel and people watch. She's just quite nicely herself, though that's to be expected.]

[allisnotlost]

[Thankfully one of the brothers meandered back into view. He wasn't wanting to make idle chatter with most of the adults, nor his brother... so his next focus is on Aranea.

Only he's terrible at actually trying to make conversation at the moment so he's just going to stand next to her.]

[wavesofjade]

[Good luck peeling this wall flower away from her spot or indeed tossing her anywhere. She's not quite mingling as of yet, holding a glass of something suspiciously red that no one could have seen her purchase. Every now and then she'll sip it carefully.

Unnerving? Maybe a little if you know what she is. Ask about it. I dare you.]

[wwistful]

[He's just going to approach with caution. Like hell he cares what you're drinking, you paid for it.]

Thank you for comin'.

[wavesofjade]

I wouldn't have missed it.

[Why so cautious? She's not going to bite. Maybe. At least not when she's sober.]

[wwistful]

I hadn't realised you were so close. Or is she a more pleasant patient than I had first thought?

[wavesofjade]

We have known each other for a long time. She is the person who helped me to find my job at the school.

[wwistful]

Odd. I had no idea you'd known each other at all. How did you meet?

[wavesofjade]

When I was working at St Mungo's, and she was still in training. She was quite a frequent visitor.

[wwistful]

I can imagine. She tended to get into worse scrapes than I did when we were young. Though I do wonder how we both knew you but managed to avoid each other for so long.

[arachnoble]

[She can't bring herself to give a damn about Dolores is drinking, and she's just glad the women is there.]

I thought you weren't fond of parties, dear.

[wavesofjade]

I'm not.

[There's little point in lying. Very few people know her as well as Sybille. She smiles and takes one of the woman's hands with her free one, lifting it to her lips to press a kiss to the back of it.]

But I would not miss one of yours for the world.

[arachnoble]

[Sybille is anything but a wall flower, but that is mostly because she has...well, she's not sure what she's drinking anymore, to be entirely honest. But it tastes good and she's pleasantly buzzed, and that's all that matters.

Even if her smiling at everyone could be a bit off putting to those who are more delicate.]