gazing at you with scorpion eyes

[samson]

Who: Brock, Molotov, and guests! And maybe party crashers? Trick-or-treaters?
What: Halloween party for grown-ups!
When: Halloween, 10pm until question mark
Where: Brock's dumb cabin
Rating: PG/PG-13. Probably going to be drunk people, maybe some swearing.

Maybe you received an invitation earlier in the week via ghost, or maybe you've heard that there was a party by word of mouth. Or maybe you're just looking for candy.

Either way, there are a lot of lights on at the usually quiet cabin in the woods. Located just southwest of the castle off the main road to town, it's not a large structure. Essentially one giant room, the cabin is a single story building made of wood, though one side appears to be made of brick and now has a functioning fireplace. Smoke is coming from the chimney.

Today there are also what appear to be papier-mâché pillars in front, on either side of the door. You can probably knock them over if you're not careful.

[ Trick-or-treaters | Party | Snacks | Outside ]

Comments

[mal_addict]

[Maladict, for her part, seems oblivious to his irritation. That or she's actually enjoying it and not letting it show. It's more likely that second one]

I never would have guessed. What with the grumbling all the way here and all.

[vampirized]

Yeah, yeah, don't get started, I know where this is headed.

[A huff.] How long do I have to stay here, again?

[mal_addict]

Only a few hours. Just enough time for me to enjoy the company of other people again and then we can go back and you can brood over science or whatever.

[She flashes him a fangy grin] If you're good, I'll let you have your bunsen burner back.

[vampirized]

It better be a quick few hours. Really, why do you need to associate with people like this? It's unbelievable.

[OH that is actually a good bribe, doggone it, Mal, how do you know him so well.]

...I'm not promising "good", but I can promise "will try not to create a ruckus over how much I don't enjoy this party".

[mal_addict]

Because they're my friends and I've spent time and made an effort with your friends. Fairs fair.

[She's good at figuring people out man]

I think I can live with that. Also you're not allowed to antagonise Brock.

[vampirized]

Yeah, yeah, like I have friends...

[grumble grumble grumble]

Oh, right, cut out all my fun, why don't you. What's next, I'm not allowed to try the wine?

[mal_addict]

James and Helen count as friends, Nikola.

[She'll smile sweetly and reach up to pat his head] Oh no, you can drink all the wine you like. Knock yourself out.