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

[recluserose]

Maybe I could fix this with my magic... Just think up of a new brew that people can drink and neutralize the effects...

[mjolnir_time]

Loki could probably fix this with his magic, if he was so inclined.

I could force him to assist you...?

[recluserose]

No force.




Not yet anyways.

[mjolnir_time]

... As you wish.

[He only looks a little disappointed.]

[recluserose]

I think I'll ask him to fix this especially if it gets worse.

[mjolnir_time]

I hope he will listen to you and agree to help.

[recluserose]

He does seem to do what he wants regardless...

I lol'd (HE DOES WHAT HE WANTS)

[mjolnir_time]

Very much so.

/totally on purpose

[recluserose]

I need more dependable friends.

[mjolnir_time]

... I am truly sorry, Amelia.

[recluserose]

[Suddenly realizes it sounds like a dig at him too]

A-Ah... That wasn't directed at you-- and... Oh, dear I need to watch my mouth sometimes.

[mjolnir_time]

[That makes him smile a little.]

I think you have an excellent excuse for anything you might say amiss. I am not offended.

[recluserose]

Maybe this is what happens when I prefer to keep to myself. My remarks become much too sharp.

[mjolnir_time]

I hope you will not decide to live in complete seclusion after this unfortunate incident.

[recluserose]

Don't worry. [It's hard to tell if this is a smile or not, but either way there's a melancholy feel to it]

I don't ever want to be like that again.

[mjolnir_time]

Then I will be sure to seek you out in the future.

[recluserose]

Just so long as you don't throw a party unexpectedly like Tony, then that will be fine.

[mjolnir_time]

[He laughs at that.]

I swear to you, if I ever decide to throw a celebration, I will host it myself rather than impose on you.

[recluserose]

Can you provide any drinks that won't make me stumble after one measly glass?

[mjolnir_time]

I will do my best, should the opportunity arise.

[recluserose]

Good. I expect nothing less from the God of Thunder.

[mjolnir_time]

I should go and find Loki before he gets into even more mischief.

[recluserose]

Alright. I'll see to the other guests and I'll check up on you two later.