tea party } watch out for those rabbit holes

[graveflowers]

Happy Happy Birthday, Baby- Elvis Presley

WHO || Violet and OPEN
WHAT || Tea party out in the garden
WHERE || Knights HQ, back garden
WHEN || Sunday, May 26th around 3pm and onward.
HOW || Actionspam, get yo' threadjacking on babes.

When Violet throws a party, she is, surprisingly, classy about it. It's a garden party, with tables out in the garden and the flowers all in bloom. There is tea and mimosas on the tables and little cakes and vegetarian sandwiches. Music is playing on her phone -- the most eclectic mix of modern and retro, and a truly astounding amount of Elvis. Don't judge, she doesn't know why she likes him so much. Off to one side there is an area of shade, a construction of twigs and branches making quite a fine shelter, flowering vines interwoven between the branches to cover up any holes.

She sends invitations the day of, though send might not be the word for it. More like... she duct tapes the invitations to every door she sees before knocking and scampering off to the next door. Does she know you? Maybe not. Does she care? Definitely not. You get an invitation, you get an invitation, everyone gets a humpback whale!

It's just an everyday party in the garden, or so the invitation claims. Except it's her birthday, or the one she and Charming chose for her, and she wants to celebrate turning twenty six! She just doesn't want to be the center of attention.

Come one, come all, mix, mingle, nibble. Violet will be around, coaxing flowers into bloom and trying to remember where she put her shoes when she came out here... Whatever. Barefoot it is.

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[graveflowers]

[Bards are the best, this party is the best, everything is starshine and rainbows. Vi is basically just giggling like a little kid at Disney meeting their favorite Prince for the first time.]

Well, maybe you can have my affection for one more dance...

[bluffcheck]

There's a girl. [His smile returns with a laugh soon to follow.]

So tell me of this suitor of yours. It's only fair to know who's bested me.

[graveflowers]

Ah, but it's secret. And... he's not actually, er, suitor-ing me. [She makes a little face, pretty sure that isn't the right word.] This is one of those cases of really, just profoundly tragic, unrequited love.

[She doesn't sigh and her smile doesn't falter, but... it sucks and she knows it and the resignation is in her voice. She's accepted it.]

[bluffcheck]

Ah, a classic tragedy... [he nods with all the wisdom he can muster. His expression grows more sincere and his voice lowers.] If you ask me, it's his loss. Any fellow would be lucky to have a girl as pretty, smart, and funny as you turning up those gorgeous eyes just for him.

[graveflowers]

[That is just so damn sweet, man.]

Well, this is why I am dancing with you and not him so maybe its a little bit of my gain.

[bluffcheck]

[Thoster's smooth, okay. And he knows how to turn a girl's frown into a smile. He just needs to learn to use those powers for good and not that other thing.]

A little of yours and a wealth of mine. Just point him out, say the word and I'll make him insane with jealousy- on my honor as a bard.

[Spoilers: bards don't really have honor, but they do have dance skillz. He whisks her around, picking up the pace of the dance (dex 20 total). They're practically flying around the garden at this point.]

[graveflowers]

[He's a pretty good wingman too. You know, except for the fact that Vi is pretty sure seething jealousy isn't ever an expression she will produce, especially since she is so very sure he would have to actually feel affection for her to feel jealous. Semantics.]

He's not here. [Yet, actually, but that is sad making for a second before the dancing makes her brighten again. She needs a pocket size Thoster to keep around for happy making all the time.]

[bluffcheck]

[He's happy to keep her smiling, because beautiful girls need to smile all the time.]

Not here? But it's the party of the year!

[graveflowers]

[She snorts with laughter, craning her neck to look around because they are obviously at two different parties and apparently her movements put her off balance and her bare feet slip of the grass. (Dexterity crit fail.) Hope Thoster has some good reflexes because, again, the lovely queen of the klutzes is going down.]

[bluffcheck]

[He doesn't stop her from starting to fall, but his reflexes (reflex 17) do allow him to turn the movement into a deep dip, cradling her in one arm and hovering just above her. He smirks and says in a low, quiet voice.]

Careful, lass... now you're falling for me.

[graveflowers]

Bet you say that to all the girls.

[But she can't help smiling up at him. Who could? If she is blushing, well, he is very good.]

[bluffcheck]

[He only grins in response and pulls her back to standing.]

Just don't go talking to the pretty ones and you won't need to worry about it. [He winks.]

[graveflowers]

Gosh, I guess the only people I can talk to are guys then. [She thinks everyone is beautiful though, whoops.] And maybe Kat because... I have a feeling if you flirted with her she would return the sentiments with her fist to your face.

[bluffcheck]

Met a girl like her once. Let's just say I've lost my taste for blondes.

[graveflowers]

So now I've got guys and blonde women. Works for me. [She grins.] And Felicity. I got her first.

[bluffcheck]

So long as you're happy, I'm happy. [Awh, but the song is ending. At least they made it out alive! Thoster slows, then steps back to give a bow with a bit of flourish.]

Thank you for the honor, lass. I'll steal another from you later if you'll have me.

[graveflowers]

I so will. [Have him later. Which would be kind of the best proposition if she you know, hadn't already cockblocked him.]