sortinghat_logs | Bring on the fireworks

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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Oh. [He laughs nervously, smiling.] I didn't know you had daughters..

Vell, if hyu vant to call dem dot, dis iz Hilda und dis iz Gilda. [Flexes boobs.]

[......

He's just going to go bright red.]

O-oh. Really? He did that? That little pervert.. I'll speak to him.

He vasn't rude about dem, chust admirink. [Winks.]

Isn't that rude in itself? He should know better than to stare. [He says as he struggles to keep his eyes on hers.]

Dhere's no harm in lookink, if he remembers to look at my face vhen Hy am talkink or vhen he iz speakink to me, ja?

[SHRUGS, causing the melons to jiggle in the corset.]

I would prefer it if he didn't, actually. It's not a good habit to fall into. Not in proper society, anyway.

[Keeping his eyes glued on hers.]

H'oh vell, Hy am hardly 'proper society', ja? [Snorts.]

Besides, hyu mean to tell me hyu don't peek every now und den?

You're close enough. You know what I meant, anyway. He isn't an adult and he certainly shouldn't be action like a pervert.

[His face reddens.] No.

He iz a boy. Boyz get curious.

Yeah? Well curiousity killed the cat. Boys get smacked over the head if their curiousity goes too far.

H'oh don't hyu vorry - Hy vould never let him touch or be too open in his appreciation.

If he is, you have every right to swat him around a little. Though I can't promise he won't enjoy it.

Hy see.

[Gives Murdoc an assessing look.]

Takes avter his papa for tastes den?

[At that, Murdoc lets out an indignant squawk, scowling at Mamma for the implication.]

I beg your pardon?!

Hy chust had de idea dot hyu like a bit ov rough-housink in bed. Woz hy wronk?

It's none of your business what I enjoy in the bedroom! That's private! And I don't very much like the conclusion you've come to without havin' been told!

Hy don't need tellink - Hy can tell from hyu choice in pants.

[Pats his shoulder 'gently' and pours him more to drink.]

What do my trousers say about anythin'? They're normal pants! I don't believe you for a second, you're just windin' me up.

[He sips his drink anyway.]

Dey are verra toight pants. [Nods solemnly.] Dey are de type ov pants dot scream 'SCHPANK ME'.

[She may have increased her volume with that embarrassing phrase and caused a few people to glance at them curiously.]

They are not tight, they are fitted. [He hisses through his teeth, going red as he feels people's eyes on him.] Well they must not be workin' because I've never been spanked in my entire life.

Hyu should suggest eet to hyu boy. Hy am pretty sure he vill be villink to try und Hy get de suspicion dot hyu vill be enjoyink eet verra moch.

The last thing I need is to give him more ideas. [He snorts and rolls his eyes just a little.] He's perfectly capable of comin' up with his own. In excess, even.

Hmm... Hy suppose. [Gets a thoughtful look in her eyes, rubbing her chin. She's planning your birthday present Murdoc, be afraid.]

Sveethott, do hyu tink Hy could take hyu measurements sometime? Hy have some mensvear Hy vant to try makink und hyu vould be de perfect model. [Beams.]

Don't suppose. Know. [He pouts just a little.]

...What exactly are you making? [He narrows his eyes, but he's actually kind of flattered...also nervous.]

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