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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]

I'll keep that in mind.

... Interesting. I don't know if it's just me, but this drink is tasting better.

[allfatherissues]

[...

Torn between... his regular mischievous self and maybe giving her fair warning--]

Do not drink too much of it. I believe there is a saying here on Midgard that references 'too much of a good thing...'?

[recluserose]

Still, I had everything made spontaneously, it's amazing this turned out well.

[Luckily she's a witch so maybe she could resist the want for more Asgardian mixed drinks...? Speaking of which it does sound like it's getting more wild in there... Something's getting around]

Well, I'll definitely have some later. This is refreshing.

[allfatherissues]

Clearly you are simply a talented individual.

[Doop de doo stepping towards her and taking that drink from her hand, ignoring the rowdiness that can be heard from inside.]

In the meantime, it would be a shame to let the rest of it go to waste.

[He downs it, without much else warning. 8| ]

[recluserose]

... Hey! [Not as angry as she could be-- definitely more subdued thanks to the wine that's for sure or at least a delayed in her reactions]

[allfatherissues]

[A look of well-feigned innocence.] You did not wish to share?

[recluserose]

You could have gotten your own and you know that.

[allfatherissues]

Come now, Amelia, there is plenty more to be had.

[recluserose]

Hm. I'll just have to grab another glass on our way in then.

[allfatherissues]

And I'll not stop you. Do try to keep in mind my warning about excess indulgence, however.

[recluserose]

... A warning from you seems oddly benign.

[allfatherissues]

Take from it what you will, my dear.

[recluserose]

Now I'm worried.

[allfatherissues]

Why is everyone always so suspicious of me?

[recluserose]

It's beyond me that's for sure.

[allfatherissues]

[He laughs and merely leans on the railing again, setting the empty glass aside and looking out into the night-time view once more.]

I have not been given the title of Trickster on a whim. You may ask anyone on Asgard this.

[recluserose]

Is that why it's not just my imagination when I say that it seems the party guests seem to be getting louder?

[allfatherissues]

[He just gives Amelia something of a roguish grin.]

I wonder.

[recluserose]

Loki. What did you-- [She blinks and sways a bit]

... That drink... Ah! Is that what happened to my mead?

[allfatherissues]

[Whoops, busted. Not that Loki looks very ashamed of his actions.]

It is what happened to some of your mead; I would not be so careless as to use it all.

[recluserose]

And I only drank a bit! So much for staying sober!

[allfatherissues]

You're quite coherent still. As long as you do not drink much more, I do not see you stumbling about in a drunken manner just yet.

[recluserose]

[She walks up to him shaking her finger]

I wanted no trouble, but I swear you and Tony are equally insuffer- [Oh man head feels heavy and Amelia sort of... Bumps her forehead into Loki's chest OW]

[allfatherissues]

[Rofl he's attempting to steady her, placing his hands on her shoulders to do so.]

My, that mead has a much stronger effect on the mortal mind than even I imagined. Careful.

[recluserose]

That was a gift for me and you had to go ahead and open it! Ow...

[Rubbing her forehead TAT]