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

[griffonix]

Oh my God, Amelia. Is he the Thor?

[recluserose]

[She nods]

Yes. He's that one.

[griffonix]

I thought so. Anybody that gorgeous has got to be a God.

[recluserose]

... I can't deny it either. [This is weaaaaakness] He's very polite too.

[Looking around-- hey didn't I have a bottle of something or other-- Oh well catches a glimpse of Loki for a moment]

Loki's here too actually.

[griffonix]

Do you always hang out with gods?

[recluserose]

Not until recently. And not entirely by choice. Loki tends to just show up when I least expect it.

[griffonix]

If any more drop-dead gorgeous deities show up on your doorstep, you're free to send them my way.

[recluserose]

[You know what? Despite the sudden party and all the stress that went into making sure no one was suspicious, despite having two sibling gods with bad blood between them, despite the arrogant billionaire playboy who's giving the witch a migraine, and despite all of her uncertain feelings that feels like they're being toyed with--

She smiles and actually laughs.

It feels nice to know someone who was just blatantly cheerful and shameless in that cheerfulness even if it was for odd reasons.]

You know what? If that ever happens, I'll be sure to put a good word in for you.

[griffonix]

Good girl. [ she smiles ]

It's good to see you laugh. I swear you looked like you were about to have an aneurism.

[recluserose]

[She coughs a bit]

Well, you know me. I don't cut loose often and this is something I would never initiate on my own time.

[griffonix]

One of these days I'll invite you to a party where you don't have to play hostess.

[recluserose]

I guess as long as I know you're around, it'll be more bearable for me.

[griffonix]

I'd be happy to be your wing man. Er, wing girl.

[recluserose]

I need to get to know more dependable people like you.

[griffonix]

What are girlfriends for?

[recluserose]

Ah... Also, it's probably a good time to mention that Tony knows I'm a witch. I couldn't bring myself to modify his memory after he helped me out.

[griffonix]

Oh good! I won't have to make up an excuse, then.

[recluserose]

He's surprisingly good at keeping his mouth shut about those sort of things.

If only he could be less obvious in his advances.

[griffonix]

I don't mind that so much. It's nice when they come to me for a change.

[recluserose]

Oh. I... I see.

[griffonix]

Am I embarrassing you?

[recluserose]

I'm a little caught off guard that's all.

[griffonix]

I just have one more potentially embarrassing question, then I swear I'm done.

[recluserose]

... Go ahead. I'll do my best to answer.

[griffonix]

Do you have a spare bedroom I could borrow? Just in case.