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!)

Comments

[higherthaneverybody]

You don't usually smile like that unless you're drunk. [dryly]

[wwistful]

I never said I was smilin'. [He gives Rhys an incredulous look.] You're awfully sour tonight.

[higherthaneverybody]

You have to announce your facial expressions now? [Rhys asks, then shakes his head, face losing animation as he takes a swallow of the beer in front of him, looking away from Murdoc again.]

[wwistful]

You may be misinterpreting them! [He says as if he isn't grinning right now. When Rhys shakes his head, Murdoc slinks out from behind his table and moves closer to Rhys, giving him a curious look.] You didn't answer my question.

[higherthaneverybody]

[Rhys looks up at him impassively as he moves closer.] You didn't ask one.

[wwistful]

I didn't? [He raises an eyebrow, trying to remember back before waving him off.] I'll ask it again, then. Why're you so sour?

[higherthaneverybody]

What, of anything you've ever witnessed me do, makes you believe I'd confide anything about my personal life to you? [flatly, though ... there's a certain age there that's not usually present, a warning]

[wwistful]

Probably the fact that you seem to force the same questions on me all the time. [He raises his hands up as he shrugs and waves them a little, as if to express just how SILLY Rhys is being.] I knew you were a liar but I didn't think you were a hypocrit. Much.

[higherthaneverybody]

I'm not. I never claimed to be open with my own personal details, nor did I ever say I had a right to yours, I simply asked the questions. [growls] Go and pester someone else, lad, I'm not in the mood for your crude attempts at insulting me.

[wwistful]

And now I'm askin' you questions! It isn't even terribly personal, I just want to know why you look as though you're bein' rogered by a giant. [He gives him a surprised look as he growls.] AAH! So it's somethin' personal that's botherin' you. [He sniggles.] You know you could've lied and I'd probably just have accepted it and moved along?

[higherthaneverybody]

And so what have I invited now? You're going to ask the same question over and over while I don't answer you?

[wwistful]

You mean treat you exactly as you treat me? Yes! I think I will indulge in that! Should I start guessin'? Did you get turned down by Miss Maryam? Don't think I haven't seen you weedlin' your way closer to her.

[higherthaneverybody]

[ ... hadn't expected that. Hm.] It has nothing to do with Dolores. Are you her champion, now?

[wwistful]

Good, then everythin' is as it should be. [He brightens a little.] I care for her, as anyone should. She's a good woman, if not unreasonably even tempered at times.

[higherthaneverybody]

As anyone should. [snorts] Yet I imagine you'll object if I do.

[wwistful]

You're perfectly entitled to care for her, from a distance. Anythin' closer might arouse suspicion.

[higherthaneverybody]

Donoghue, if you think I give a flying fuck about your suspicion, you are the most unobservant man I have ever met. [flatly] Nor do you have any say in who I'm 'entitled' to care for or not. You actually have no say in any aspect of my life, no matter how much hot air you like to blow.

[wwistful]

[Murdoc gives him an incredibly bewildered look for a long time. He isn't used to being sworn at by Rhys like that. Still, he's just tipsy enough to proceed like it doesn't bother him.]

You can't say I didn't warn you. [He shrugs lightly.] If you manage to hurt her, and no doubt you will, you can be damn sure I'll have a say.

[higherthaneverybody]

No, you won't. You might have a great deal of rubbish to spew about it, but you still will have no control over the choices she or I make. You're a child, and a particularly bratty one, but that doesn't give you a say in what your elders do. [staring at him darkly, all pretense, for the moment, gone]

[wwistful]

I never said I had control. I said I'd have a say, because I will. I absolutely refuse to stand idly by and watch without lettin' you know how I feel. Personally I don't give a damn how it makes you feel, I only care how Dolores does.

[He scoffs, shrugging.] I don't know why I bother. I knew you'd do it whether I had my say or not and I'm absolutely certain you'll manage to fuck it up in no time.

[higherthaneverybody]

The amount of shit you don't know about this situation could fill a castle, Donoghue. And the really fantastic thing is, she's not going to listen to you, either. You're a little dog, yapping away as if you have some significance, but you honestly don't. You're completely irrelevant to the situation, no matter how much you insist on running your mouth as if you knew anything at all.

But I'll tell you one thing. If you KEEP DISRESPECTING HER, an intelligent, powerful, lovely woman who knows better than you any day of the week, I will MAKE YOU WISH YOU NEVER OPENED YOUR HOLE.

[wwistful]

Of course, I've absolutely NO idea what I'm talkin' about. What could I possibly know about the enigmatic Rhys Rhydderch and his ridiculously big hands?! I'm not a child, Rhydderch. Nor am I an idiot. I'm not speakin' out of spite or jealousy, surprisingly enough.

I'm perfectly aware of her nature and don't you DARE question my respect for her. It doesn't mean a thing to me if she listens or not because I know damn well she's not used to bein' taken care of.

I have nothin' but respect for her, but I trust you about as far as I can throw you. [He gives him a once over and crinkles his nose, implying Rhys is way too heavy to be thrown anywhere.]

[higherthaneverybody]

[Probably it had been a mistake for Murdoc to even greet Rhys tonight, but it was an even worse mistake to leave his table and get closer. It means when Rhys abruptly stands, he doesn't have to move very far at all to grab a handful of the man's robes at the chest and haul him up onto his toes. Rhys is startlingly fast for a man his age, though the strength probably comes as no shock - Murdoc, after all, has seen him without his shirt on. He faces the smaller, drunken man from only a few inches away, and this, this is what the big man looks like truly angry, finally reacting to nearly a year of disrespect and suspicion.]

BOY. [His voice was a practically subsonic growl, it came from so deep in his chest, the basso rumble of an animal.] You will SILENCE YOURSELF in the presence OF YOUR ELDERS and SHOW A LITTLE RESPECT. If you fail to do so, I will PULL YOUR MOTHERFUCKING SPINE OUT THROUGH YOUR THROAT. Do you understand me? ARE WE CLEAR ON THE CONSEQUENCES OF YOUR ACTIONS?

[wwistful]

[The point is, Murdoc tried. And because he tried, nobody can judge him. Except Rhys, apparently. He's prepared for more yelling, though he'd certainly been a little jarring. Okay, no, it had been frightening. But if that was frightening, this was fucking TERRIFYING. His reflexes are slow and Rhys is surprisingly fast, he doesn't have a chance to wiggle away as Rhys grabs at him. He does, however, make it hard for him by letting him carry all of his weight as he stares up at him like a deer in the headlights.]

You. [He begins in a soft voice as Rhys finishes, hissing through his teeth and raising his hands to shove at Rhys' big tree trunk of an arm.] Are so full of shit.

[wavesofjade]

[After her conversation with Murdoc she should have seen this coming. She'd been watching them, and it had only taken two minutes of her attention being elsewhere to have Rhys out of his seat and Murdoc being threatened.

Boys.

She gets up out of her seat, crossing the room and placing her hand lightly on Rhys' arm.]

Rhys.

[Soft-spoken, her gaze moves from his expression to Murdoc, then back.]

... Put him down.