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]

[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.]

[recluserose]

I'm worried again.

[allfatherissues]

And you worry far too much.

[recluserose]

And for good reason!

[allfatherissues]

Hardly. [Leaving it at that, he simply offers her his arm, indicating he's ready to escort her back.]

[recluserose]

[... She looks reluctant at first, but she does need that support. So accepting it.

Is that a faint flush or just the alcohol who knows :V]

[allfatherissues]

[Loki tries not to look terribly smug as he guides her back inside, to where she can get a good view of the crowd.

The very... rowdy... crowd.]

[recluserose]

I thought he wasn't going to have dancers. [Yes, she just noticed the pole dancers shut up she was busy with everything else]

[allfatherissues]

[Loki just raises a brow at the dancers.]

Apparently not. They are difficult to miss.

[recluserose]

I have way too much to explain on Monday--

[allfatherissues]

You're clever enough to come up with something, Amelia. [He begins to lead her through the edge of the crowd]

[recluserose]

I've got no choice, but to do so.

[Some of the drunken males are giving her cat calls or trying to flirt with her and thus she makes a face at them]

[allfatherissues]

Time for you to exercise your own silver tongue, then.

[Loki gives them something of a half-hearted questioning look and mutters something under his breath. A twist of his hand, and suddenly some unknown force is pushing their legs out from under them and they fall flat on their drunken faces. The crowd around them laughs and chalks it up to nothing more than too much alcohol.]

[Loki laughs.]