Bring on the fireworks

[mammas_goot_to_hyu]

WHO: Everyone who can make it to Mechanisburg
TONE: Fun! 
RATING: PG upwards depending on how drunk some people get (hey, kissing at the Midnight mark can get raunchy!)
WHEN: 31st December
WHERE: The brew hall in Mechanisburg, Germany
WHAT: Mamma's invited the staff and students of Hogwarts to join in with the New Year's eve party at her old brew hall! Families are welcome, the waitresses adore children!

Festivities were in full swing at Gkika's brew hall - the dancing girls on stage being cheered on by the bar patrons, the beer wenches mingling in the crowd and deliberately thickening their accents for tourists. The music was lively as to be expected, there were drinks and food aplenty. What more could you want?

Gkika herself was donning her 'Mamma' clothes as she circulated the crowd, making sure people were behaving themselves and not hesitating to bodily throw out those who didn't, all with a big grin on her face.

(ooc: Feel free to tag amongst each other, it's party!)

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[higherthaneverybody]

[Murdoc is very, very lucky to have a friend in Dolores at that particular moment. Rhys's fingers had been relaxing, the better to drop the smaller man, shove him around, palm the back of his head, and slam his face down on one of the tabletops, hopefully breaking his nose and possibly his jaw, if he could manage it. He was so tired of the constant harrassment. He had been a member of the Wizengamot, damn it, and had done more for wizards with his pronouncement and verdicts than this sullen little brat could ever hope to, and yet he was treated like some sort of back alley thug who was just waiting to paw at Dolores and sully her virtue, or corrupt the very children he had come to teach.

IT IS INTOLERABLE.

And he almost doesn't stop, even with the vampire there. Murdoc has, after all, been acting as though she were a giddy schoolgirl who could be bamboozled by whatever he thought Rhys was, behaving as though she were incapable of taking care of herself, and that is just as bad. His grip tightens for a moment ... and then he releases Murdoc roughly, shoving him back - it's probably not safe for him to remain within arm's reach.]

You disgust me. [snarls] You are an over-indulged child, enamored of the sound of your own voice. Best be careful how many time you poke the tiger. I WILL NOT BE PATIENT WITH YOU FOREVER.

[wwistful]

[Murdoc is very well aware of how lucky he is to have Dolores. He wouldn't have bothered to approach Rhys at all if he didn't. Since meeting her he's been utterly blown away by her kindess and patience. She's been a strong presence in his life and a huge help to him. He really isn't used to making connections like that, not so quickly. He doesn't know how to handle it properly, so he doesn't really know how to deal with the idea of someone taking her away. It's not that he doesn't trust her, it was never that he didn't trust her. He doesn't trust Rhys. He won't ever believe he's been genuine toward her or that he even deserves to have that kind of attention from her.

Rhys who goes out of his way to tease and trick him. Rhys who pries into his private life and makes his irritatingly serene comments DESIGNED to bait him. He has no proper proof, but there is something so off about Rhys. It's no surprise others find him strange, but nobody seems so absolutely determined to figure out the older man's secrets. He's more than strange- he's fucking insane. This just proves it.

He stumbles back as Rhys shoves him, keeping his footing by some miracle and bristling as Rhys speaks. He grits his teeth and glares right back at him, forming fists with his hands as he resists the urge to launch at Rhys and just attack him like some sort of wild animal.]

And you're a crazy old man! [He declares, raising his hands a little as he does.] As if you're the one who DESERVES to be generous with patience! You ask for everythin' you get, you wanker. You wouldn't have half as many problems if you could keep your OWN observations to yourself! Oh, but no! It's funny when you meddle. However! When someone pries into YOUR business it's an entirely different matter, isn't it? How happy you must be with your idiotic double standards.

[wavesofjade]

[If she were a woman more given to being vocal she would have been shouting at the both of them. Dolores Maryam could be a terrible force when angered. As it is, she just sighs softly and lets them spit their vitriol at one another, still with one hand on Rhys' arm and the other ready to push Murdoc back should he come any closer.]

Enough.

[She hisses out the word, and her eyes flash, fangs showing, and just for a moment she looks just as inhuman as her nature makes her. It's only for the blink of an eye, and she's all but placed herself between them, looking from one to the other.]

You are both drunk, and you will both feel all the more foolish for this ridiculous behaviour tomorrow. This is no way for two mature gentlemen to behave.

[higherthaneverybody]

[The look Rhys gives Dolores is a cold one. He's not upset with her for interfering - it is her nature, after all - but even from her, he does not tolerate even the hint of a threat with aplomb. Somewhere in the back of his head, he notes how beautiful she is, even when annoyed, but most of his attention is focused on pulling back, pulling in, his own anger banked into something probably even more dangerous than explosive rage.]

I'm not drunk. [His voice is even, quiet, tight with restraint. And then he turns and starts to stride out of the hall, done with all of this, done with Murdoc and disrespect, done with restraining himself so that a vampire won't recognize just how far he might go if pushed. Let Murdoc fawn and apologize - he's not in the mood for it tonight.]

[wwistful]

[Murdoc clams up the moment Dolores hisses. He's still furious over the absolute hypocrisy of this situation but he's also a little fucking terrified. Where is his god damn boyfriend when he needs him...actually it's probably not a good idea to invite him into this. Or tell him about it at all.

He gives Rhys a venomous glare as he stalks off. He isn't going to deny that he's drunk, mostly because the soft hiccup he lets out in the lul of the moment does nothing to hide the fact. He folds his arms over his chest and turns his nose up in the air, not even going to acknowledge that he might have been too rude.]