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]

What kind of incident? Because you look a little like you got caught with your hand in the cookie jar.

[mjolnir_time]

[Sigh.]

I had to break the bridge in order to prevent it from destroying Jotunheim.

[griffonix]

Jotunheim? ... God, I'm so rusty on my Norse mythology.

That's where the... giants live? Right?

[mjolnir_time]

Yes, the home of our enemies the Frost Giants. It is a frozen and inhospitable world, but I could not stand by and allow it to be destroyed.

[griffonix]

... You're a good man, Thor.

[mjolnir_time]

[There's a small, somewhat sad smile.]

I hope that is true.

[griffonix]

[ Her smile almost echoes his own ] For what it's worth, I believe you are.

[mjolnir_time]

[He's touched by her words.]

Thank you, Madigan.

[griffonix]

No need to thank me. I speak only the truth. [ She flashes a lopsided smile before indulging herself in one more kiss- slow and lingering- before she disentangles herself from him and moves to find her dress. ]

[mjolnir_time]

[He just watches from the bed for a moment, enjoying the view. Then he gets up to retrieve his clothes also.]

I wonder if any have noticed our absence?

[griffonix]

Mm. [ she ponders this a moment as she gets dressed ] Possibly. I just hope our poor hostess is doing all right.

[mjolnir_time]

I hope my brother is behaving himself, although that may be too much to ask for.

[griffonix]

You should know better than hope for no mischief from the god of mischief.

[mjolnir_time]

This is true. However, my definition of Loki "behaving himself" would mean only small mischief that does no permanent harm.

[griffonix]

Ah, he's that bad, is he?

[mjolnir_time]

As you said, he is the God of Mischief.

[griffonix]

True enough. Shall we go see what state the party's in?

[mjolnir_time]

Yes, we probably should.

[But she's going to get one more kiss first.]

You have my thanks, my lady.

[griffonix]

Thanks? What for?

[mjolnir_time]

For sharing a very pleasant interlude with me. I enjoyed it very much.

[griffonix]

[ she laughs ] My pleasure. Like I said, feel free to look me up anytime.

[mjolnir_time]

I will.

[And now they can rejoin the post party.]