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[formidable]

[Amelia should have learned how to use her cell phone properly at some point. She meant to send her message inviting people for a drink to a few select people in town-- Libby her bartender, Emily Maxwell, a previous student of hers, hell maybe even Micheal and Adam.

Somehow this hasn't happened.]



[Amelia had to shoo away the talking cats, clear the living room of the books and practically redecorate the interior of the house-- it was no longer the cozy vintage home she had been living in for decades, but rather a fancy contemporary and industrial looking household.

A household now filled with various party goers called up by a certain billionaire playboy who is a terrible person. The nice thing about being in a witch's house is that the food and drink are plentiful and that the magic that's literally around in the house seems to keep people in high spirits. Some people are also complimenting the now well-dressed Amelia how charming and post-modern the wind chimes decorating her ceiling were. Funny how they aren't making any sounds despite the crowd.

As for the witch, she's walking around and doing her best to be pleasant despite her dislike of huge crowds and keeping an eye on the hallway. People could get lost in there unfortunately.

This is going to be a long Friday.]

Comments

[griffonix]

[ hey Tony, how do you feel about long-legged brunettes in short dresses ]

I hear you're the one responsible for this little get-together.

[built-in-a-cave.livejournal.com]

[ As long as they don't turn out to be sleeper agents from S.H.I.E.L.D he is ALL in favor of those. ]

I'd like to be responsible for another get-together, if you're interested. Private affair. Limited attendance. Unless you have friends you want to bring, that works for me.

[griffonix]

You don't waste a second, do you?

[built-in-a-cave.livejournal.com]

I see something I want, I go for it. That's my philosophy and I've never seen a reason to think otherwise.

[griffonix]

I have to say I like the way you think, Mister Stark.

[built-in-a-cave.livejournal.com]

Always a pleasure to meet a fan, miss...?

[ ... not like he'll remember the name a few days later, but you know. Formalities. ]

[griffonix]

[ He might very well remember this one. There aren't many girls out there who offer literal magical healing sex. ]

Madigan. And the pleasure is mine.

[built-in-a-cave.livejournal.com]

[ ... Yes, then perhaps this one will stick out after all. ]

My pleasure, your pleasure, why don't we just make it our pleasure.

[griffonix]

[ She sidles closer, sliding her arms around one of his ]

Just say when.

[built-in-a-cave.livejournal.com]

[ He doesn't even tense or show any signs of nervousness - because he isn't nervous, truth be told. This? This was nothing new. ]

Want something to drink first? Being properly hydrated is an important health concern, I wouldn't want you passing out on me.

[griffonix]

[ Tony, Tony, Tony. You have no idea what you're getting into. ]

You really don't have to worry about that, but yes, a drink sounds nice.

[built-in-a-cave.livejournal.com]

[ Does he ever? ]

I can't help but worry. That's me, a real worrywart.

[ --he says as he yanks two drinks from a passing cart, handing one to her as he takes a sip from the other. ]

[griffonix]

Your concern is touching.

[ She takes a sip from her own glass ] I have to say, you throw quite the party.

[built-in-a-cave.livejournal.com]

I'm a philanthropist above all else.

[ A nonchalant shrug as he looks around. ] I may have done this before. Just once or twice.

[griffonix]

Are you this good at everything you do?