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

[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.

[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.]