party ♔ ding-dong the dick's dead

[recruited]

WHO || Everyone. Everyone come if you're not on a mission.
WHAT || A party to celebrate Dimitris Sarandis sleeping with the fishes.
WHERE || Knights HQ. The fancy ballroom.
WHEN || Mid-March 2016.
HOW || Prose or actionspam welcome.

Cordelia and Steve have gotten together to plan a rather fun party to celebrate Sarandis being taken down. Abbie even managed to grab them a rather awesome band to entertain the guests and everything else was hand picked and decided on by Cordy and Steve. It's not as fancy as a squiring after party, but it's just as fun. The ballroom has been "dressed down" a little to match the relaxed atmosphere. Enjoy yourselves!

Comments

[pathology]

[it's ok rocket, she's got u. scratch scratch scratch.]

Wynn was really big on it being traditional and honorable and stuff. Which like, okay, take the high road if you want I guess. It just leaves more room for the rest of us on the low road, right? Actually I think I'm kind of ... middle road. Is that a thing?

[beatupgrass]

Is that the road where you like don't wanna murder a buncha civilians accidentally, but if somebody looks at you funny, you're gonna blow their kneecaps out?

[that is good ear scritching. dammit astrid. stop being good at this.

I like that road.

[pathology]

Not if they look at me funny, but if they're sexist or racist or say something offensive, yeah, I'd probably shank them. Just lightly. A light shanking.

[beatupgrass]

I can tell you right now, it's real d'ast hard to lightly shoot someone with a plasma rifle.

[THEY HAVE STUN SETTINGS ROCKET!!!!!!]

[pathology]

I think kneecaps count as lightly.

[beatupgrass]

I'll take that as medical fact considerin' you're a doctor and all.

[pathology]

I'm willing to sign off on it. [she gives him a kiss between his lil raccoon eyes.]

[beatupgrass]

[DREARY SIGH] I'm gonna allow that 'cause you haven't demoted me yet, and I'm too tired to smack you.

[pathology]

You love me.

[beatupgrass]

I don't hate you.

[pathology]

You adore me. One day, we're going to commit major arson together.

[beatupgrass]

Dammit, Astrid. I can't even be indignant when you talk about arson like that. [ho :(]

[pathology]

I know your secrets, Rocket. I know the key to your heart.

[beatupgrass]

Now you're just makin' it weird.

[pathology]

You're weird.

[beatupgrass]

[he wriggles out of her arms.] Yeah, yeah. Anyway, I got some drinkin' to get back to.

[pathology]

Fine, fine, suit yourself. [she doesn't try to scoop him back up or kiss him anymore.] Don't get drunk! Unless you want to.

[beatupgrass]

[calling over his shoulder] I'm gettin' very drunk and sleepin' on your couch.

[pathology]

Ugh! [she scoffs at him as he walks away. and they lived happily ever after.]