The best party ever

[plushaeusrumpified]

WHO: Everyone!
TONE: Partyrific
RATING: PG-13 for language
WHEN: February 14th, 8 PM and onward.
WHERE: Bro's office
WHAT: Bro has thrown a surprise party for Murdoc in his office and invited everyone.
STATUS: Ongoing! Feel free to use whichever format you want for tagging.

[Having a boyfriend whose birthday is on Valentine's day is beautiful. It's beautiful and Murdoc definitely doesn't understand why. But to Bro, it's beautiful. Because it means that when he throws Murdoc a surprise party, he can get away with using the most horrendous pink decorations that he possibly can. Of course, they're not all pink. Some are purple! The shade of purple that Murdoc likes the most. There are hearts hanging from the ceiling and there's a giant poster that says 'Happy Birthday Murman' hanging on the wall. In the corner there is a playpen set up for anyone who might have decided to bring their snakes. It was a spur of the moment decision and he isn't quite sure how it's going to work out, but hey. At least the snakes have somewhere to play.

But the most standout thing in the room has gotta be a cake. Bro went all out and made a lifesized cake for the occasion. It's chocolate, and it's as tall as a goddamn person. It... looks special, though. It's kind of lopsided, and the icing's thickness is sporadic. And it looks like he might've ran out of icing towards the bottom, because it's definitely not as delicious as the top.

Overall, it could have turned out worse. It does look like it could fall over at any moment, though.

And who even really knows how it tastes.

That isn't the point though! The point is everything is beautiful and it's time for the best party you ever did see.]

Comments

[stubbornskeptic]

[Jane is totally partaking in the cake. Skeptically.

Can wizards even make real cake? Anything less than her company's mixes tends to be a disappointment as it is, but cake mixed with magic instead of love?

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Well, time to take a bite! Skeptically.]

[toocoolforthis]

[Dirk approaches as she does. In theory, he's probably here for cake, though he looks more interested in Jane's reaction to the cake than he does in getting a piece for himself.]

How is it?

[stubbornskeptic]

[She's already swallowed by the time Dirk approaches and speaks, so it's only air she's choking on now. Her heart is pounding ridiculously hard against her ribs as she forces herself past this breathlessness and into speaking.]

I-it's-- it's good! Very. Um. I mean, not as good as mine, but. It's good. Like you.

[Wh...at?]

...'re brother did a good job.

[NAILED IT.]

[toocoolforthis]

[Did she just--

Oh. Okay, never mind. She was just complimenting Bro. She was probably still getting over swallowing her cake wrong or whatever. That's clearly the reason for that awkward pause, and assuming otherwise is just him overthinking it.]

Sorry, didn't mean to startle you. You okay?

[stubbornskeptic]

Hoohoohoohoohooyes, I'm fine.

[Doesn't she sound fine? She's totally fine and not thinking about how cute Dirk looks when he gets worried or anything.

She's totally not thinking about how nice Professor Strider's butt is and by extension, how nice Dirk's will probably be when he's an adult. Or how he's been so nice lately and Jake's been busy so maybe she should just give up on that and, you know, aim for what she can actually get, if he's willing and not as gay as she's pinged him for.

None of these are things crossing her mind.]

...How are you?

[toocoolforthis]

Sounds like you were trying not to cough. Want me to get you some punch?

[If Dirk knew anyone was contemplating his father's butt and comparing his own to it, he'd probably be pretty embarrassed. Or really embarrassed. Instead, he'll just distract himself by thinking how much missing half the school year has changed things, and wishing he spent more time hanging out with Jane beforehand.]

Not bad. Kind of nice to have something to do today that doesn't involve fifty shades of pink.

[stubbornskeptic]

Um, that would be very nice, thank you.

[Jane pokes her cake with her fork, just for something to do and look at and keep her mind off of how frustratingly attractive Dirk has apparently grown in the past. Week.]

It is all a bit awkward, isn't it?

[toocoolforthis]

[It is amazing how quickly you can realize that someone is, in fact, hot. Dirk is suffering through the same thing.]

Yeah. Uh, Be right back.

[And time to get them punch! And also to take another moment to stop blushing.]

[stubbornskeptic]

[Jane leans up against a wall and slumps a little, eyes rolling up to the ceiling.

It is quickly becoming clear that she is incapable of just being friends with cute boys. She is the worst sort of person, it's her. All. Sex-crazed and dopey. Augh.]

[wwistful]

[Murdoc is staring confusedly as his own piece when he catches sight of Jane taking a bite. He takes a small step closer and speaks in a hushed voice.]

How is it?

[stubbornskeptic]

[She looks up, smiles.]

It's alright. Happy birthday, by the way, Professor!

[wwistful]

[He half smiles back at her, looking unconvinced as he narrows his eyes at his fork. He loves his boyfriend, but he's a snob at the best of times. The cake just looks so suspicious.]

I'll take your word for it, then. [A nod.] Thank you. And thank you for comin'. I suppose I've reason to forego assignments for the next week.

[stubbornskeptic]

Just for those of us who came, right?

[Jane gives him a cheeky grin and takes another bite of the cake.]

You should at least try the cake, sir. I would imagine Professor Strider is waiting to hear how you like it.

[wwistful]

Of course. Anyone who doesn't realise a professor's birthday is the perfect opportunity to earn points is a fool and deserves the extra studies.

[He smiles a little wider and takes a small fork full, not eating it just yet.]

That much is true, I suppose. It can't be any worse than my own attempts.

[stubbornskeptic]

Oh? You've tried baking, Professor? I never would have guessed!

[wwistful]

Well, I've attempted it out of curiousity. But I can safely say it is a job best left to house elves and those with genuine interest in it, despite all of the similarities it shares with potions.

[stubbornskeptic]

It might be a good idea to try mixes, if you ever make another attempt. You have to try pretty hard to screw up a mix!

[fuckmackandme]

[Hey.

Hey sis.

Have a little brother looking at you.]

You look like you're about to start interrogating that cake.

[stubbornskeptic]

[Jane puts on an exaggerated look of suspicion.]

I might have to take him downtown. He's giving me a shifty look, partner.

[fuckmackandme]

[Oh, it's time to get their detective on? Awesome, he can rock that!]

Oh really? Well, we have ways to make him sing, don't we?

[stubbornskeptic]

Indeed, we do.

[And so she forks a small piece and shoves it into John's mouth.]

[fuckmackandme]

[Oh. Oh. Low blow, sis. Low. Blow.

Ah well, there's some chewing. Rather... Uncertain chewing.]

Well, it is nothing like Dad's.

[stubbornskeptic]

Not at all. Hence my suspicion.

[fuckmackandme]

It lacks something.

[stubbornskeptic]

[Hmmm.]

Hypothesis, Watson?