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]

I'm glad you think so. You'd be surprised at some peoples' reactions.

[mjolnir_time]

The people of Midgard seem to have different opinions when it comes to sex. I'm sure adding in magic does not improve their opinions.

[griffonix]

Not especially, but that's part of why I only cater to a certain clientele. Only people with some sort of magical inclination can find my front door.

But tell me, what do Asgardians think about sex?

[mjolnir_time]

[He has to think about that for a moment, figure out how to put it in words.]

It is something enjoyable, and not so... structured as it seems to be on Midgard.

[griffonix]

You're gods after my own heart, it seems.

[mjolnir_time]

Apparently so.

How did you choose this type of magic?

[griffonix]

... I didn't. I was born with it.

[mjolnir_time]

I see. You seem proud of your work though, so it appears to have been a good fit for you?

[griffonix]

I see no reason not to make the best out of what I've been given.

[mjolnir_time]

A very sensible attitude.

I am not familiar with this "Vegas". Is that a city?

[griffonix]

Las Vegas, actually. It's a city in Nevada, known for its bright lights, copious amounts of gambling and scantily clad women.

[mjolnir_time]

It sounds like an... interesting place.

[griffonix]

It's a good place, when you're in my line of work.

You should really visit some day.

[mjolnir_time]

Perhaps I shall.

You said only those with magic can find your place of business?

[griffonix]

That's right. [ she hands him a business card don't ask where she was keeping it. It's blank, aside from the golden silhouette of a griffon and the word Griffonix, also in gold. Neither the writing nor the picture seem to be quite attached to the paper. ]

Look me up, hm?

[mjolnir_time]

[He reads the card with a smile and puts it away in hammerspace.]

An interesting name. Does it have special meaning?

[griffonix]

That's a secret.

[mjolnir_time]

[He looks amused.]

And what must I do to be worthy of this secret knowledge?

[griffonix]

[ she traaaaaails a finger along his arm ] You're getting there.

[mjolnir_time]

[He gives her a warm smile.]

Then I will look to you for guidance.

[griffonix]

Allow me to guide you then.

[ she loops an arm around his and starts leading him towards the hall- Amelia told her where the spare room was 8D ]

[mjolnir_time]

I am at your service, my lady Madigan.

[And he follows her willingly wherever she would like to lead him.]

[griffonix]

[ she laughs as they approach a door in the hall. She swings it open- it's a spare bedroom, probably a little more fancy than necessary knowing Amelia, and she tugs him inside ] Oh please, keep calling me "lady".

[mjolnir_time]

[He raises an eyebrow, a little surprised at the sudden appearance of a bedroom. He doesn't protest though. He just raises her hand to his lips, lingering a little before he kisses them. His eyes are on hers the whole time.]

As you wish, my lady.

[griffonix]

[ If she were the type to let herself fall in love, she would have right there. As it stands, she still stares at him a moment. Why is he so charming?

She gains her bearings, though, and swings a hip into the door letting it swing shut. ]

I think it's time for that lesson we talked about.