CONTINUED FROM TFLN MEMEBELLS ⇒ T.G.I.F.

[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

[spellbent]

It happens.

... You look lovely, by the way.

1/2

[recluserose]

[recluserose]

Ah! Well... [Makes some shrugging gesture]

I don't dress up often and this was a real quick look-- I mean, I'm glad I look acceptable.

[spellbent]

More than acceptable, I'd say.

[recluserose]

[If he pays attention it's not just her face, but her bare shoulders that look faintly flushed]

Thanks.

[spellbent]

Care to join me for that drink we talked about?

[recluserose]

I'll have to stay sober to keep track of this party, but I will drink something non-alcoholic.

[spellbent]

Fair enough. Shall we?

[recluserose]

[Getting herself a safe Cinderella drink although she is kinda of sad that she can't enjoy a real drink]

Sure. I... Have a balcony I just 'installed' so more fresh air out there.

[spellbent]

[ He snags a small glass of wine ]

Lead the way.

[ to the balcony, then! Don't mind if he has to put a hand on her arm to keep from being separated in the crowd ]

[recluserose]

[... Okay, this isn't bad and she can't complain really. So outside, it's pleasantly cool and quiet! She's made sure of that of course]

This is probably going to be a long night...

[spellbent]

I'm sure if you got creative enough, you could end the party early.

[recluserose]

I could, I really could... But part of me didn't have the heart to reject all the people Tony invited who came all the way out here to this town to have a good time. I'm just not mean spirited enough to dampen the fun of... This many people.

[spellbent]

I could do it.

[recluserose]

No, no need for that. Thanks for the offer though. [She's afraid of what that might entail]

[spellbent]

Have a little faith in me, hm? I wouldn't hurt anybody.

[recluserose]

I'm still rather skeptical and it doesn't help I have two deities under one roof who hate each other that I have to keep an eye on as well.

[spellbent]

... I could see how that would be a problem, yes.

[recluserose]

Have you met either Loki or Thor yet?