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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

[recluserose]

No.

[Follows him out and taking in that night breeze. Aaaaaaaaahhh.]

... Mm. I don't think I've been part of a festivity like this unless Libby drags me somewhere. Although to be honest there's a reason why parties don't sit well with me.

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

[ He leans back against the balcony, tilting his head back to down the rest of his drink and setting the glass aside, arms folding over his chest as he turns his gaze back to Amelia. ]

You were involved in a horrible pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey accident?

[recluserose]

Don't I wish.

[No one's listening in on them and it's loud inside so...] It happened when I was ten. There was a gathering of other magic users and their apprentices that they brought along to be introduced formally into the community.

I wasn't received that well. [A pause.]

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

[ Oh. Oh, it's serious story time. Tony doesn't care much for serious story time because it takes away from having fun time, but...

He did drop a party in her house. Least he could do is lend an ear, right? ]

Any particular reason?

[recluserose]

[She doesn't like talking too much about herself either, so she'll keep it short.]

I wasn't born a witch. All that magic? It wouldn't be possible if I didn't have a chance meeting with my future mentor.

Let's just say that most of the magical community don't care much for normal people. I'm technically 'normal' to them even now. It makes me seem untrustworthy.

It doesn't help that I do what I think is necessary even if it ruffles their feathers. [Points to the party] Like this. But this is mostly your fault.

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

Mostly? [ He turns himself somewhat to glance back into the ruckus. ] I could have sworn this was entirely my fault, but alright. Mostly it is.

[ He turns towards the balcony to rest his arms on the edge, staring off for a few moments before speaking again. ]

Any community that's going to ostracize you on that premise alone can kiss your ass. I mean, you're not untrustworthy. You've never struck me as anything less than reliable even on your worst day.

Hell, teach me some magic. I'll give them someone to distrust.

[recluserose]

[Okay, that makes her smile. Slightly.]

So I can trust you to be more untrustworthy than me? That's an odd paradox of a statement.

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

You absolutely can. If you want me to prove it, I'll bring in the strippers I promised not to.

[ He has them on speed dial. ]

[recluserose]

No.

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

Oh, don't be like that. I'm not selfish, I was thinking of you too.

Some of them are male.

[recluserose]

That is also a definite no.

The last time I went to a party with male strippers, one of them was an incubus who tried to eat the bride. I had to step in to fix things.

Needless to say, I tend to look upon that profession with more suspicion being a witch and all.

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

Well, I've never had an incident where a stripper tried to eat one of the guests.

...

Okay, for various definitions of "eat", that might not be entirely true, but you get the idea.

[recluserose]

[OH I GET IT]

Yes, yes, I get the idea!

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

Just making sure we're clear.

If you're not sure I can demonstrate.

[recluserose]

No, thank you.

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

It's a party, there's plenty of places to sneak off to. Just keep it in mind.

[recluserose]

... Do you keep up those advances until the person in question eventually gives in?

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

Sometimes it's a war of attrition. Usually not, though.

[recluserose]

Usually?

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

Let's just say I'm very popular.

[recluserose]

The taste of women this day and age is beyond me. [At heart she really is from the old timey days...]

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

Can you look me straight in the eye and say you've never thought about it?

1/2

[recluserose]

[CHALLENGE ACCEPTED.

Cause she is staring you.

Straight in the eye. Arms crossed.]

[recluserose]

Tony, it takes a lot more to impress an older woman than just blatantly saying you want to get her into bed.

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

You're not answering my question.