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

[allfatherissues]

It has not gone to waste; there are many others currently enjoying it. And as I said, I did not use the entire bottle.

[Still holding her steady just in case she decides to fall over.]

[recluserose]

Thor said that it might have side-effects, you didn't have to go testing it out on the guests.

... You can let go of me now.

[allfatherissues]

If I do, I fear you might topple over in the state you're in.

[recluserose]

You don't have to worry about me. If I'm still speaking clearly then I can manage to move around myself.

[allfatherissues]

[He raises a brow...

But then releases his grip on her.]

[recluserose]

Thank you. [She starts to walk past him--

Stumbling although she catches herself and leans against the wall :(]

... Not a word.

[allfatherissues]

[Yeah right.]

Perhaps you should sit down for the time being.

[recluserose]

[FINE, she's sitting down on a bench mumbling to herself]

If this is what one drink with a tiny bit of divine mead can do to me, I can't imagine what would happen if I drank more.

[allfatherissues]

You need not imagine. [He watches her for a moment.] You need only see it happen inside.

[recluserose]

I'm almost afraid to go back in if it weren't for the fact that my house is at stake.

[allfatherissues]

No harm will come to your home that cannot be undone with magic. I would not fret so.

[recluserose]

... By the way. Were you going to let me drink the whole glass before you took the rest away?

[allfatherissues]

[slight headtilt] The thought did cross my mind.

[recluserose]

But you drank the rest in the end.

[allfatherissues]

An act of kindness from the God of Mischief himself - take note, for it does not happen often.

[recluserose]

... Could I consider it an act of friendship as well or would that be stepping over the line?

[She looks uncharacteristically amused. Is it the mead??]

[allfatherissues]

[Looking amused is usually a good sign, and Loki returns the sentiment.]

You may label it whatever you like. I am not so easily offended.

[recluserose]

Vague as ever.

[allfatherissues]

Not always.

[recluserose]

I think I'll go inside and check the results. I don't think Thor will be happy about this...]

[allfatherissues]

[Bah, my bro can just learn to DEAL WITH IT.] Able to walk properly now?

[recluserose]

Not really, but I should be vigilant anyways.

[allfatherissues]

We cannot have your determination rest on pure vigilance alone. [He nears her.] I can simply be your escort once more, to make sure that you do not make the floor your place of temporary rest for the night.

[aka so you don't faceplant yourself on the ground trying to walk around.]

[recluserose]

... Would you being near me keep you out of doing any more tricks?

[Way too much to hope for man]

[allfatherissues]

There is but one way to find out.

[...probably, yeah.]