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 ]

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[luthored]

Like it?

[assassino]

I do.

[samson]

Well, okay. Tequila shots.

[He pours three shot glasses, sliding two across to them.]

[luthored]

[ Seeing Ezio is now two drinks ahead of them, she feels a bit bad for him. Oh well, down the hatch! Granted, it is still not her favorite flavor, but it's the one she's most accustomed to by now. ]

[assassino]

[He watches them catch up before taking his next. Ah, he can feel the burn already.]

You know, I rather like that it is permissible for women to drink with men in the future.

[samson]

[Brock prefers vodka, naturally, since he spends so much time with Molotov, but. Whatever. He takes his shot and pours them all another round.]

That's not a thing in the Renaissance?

[luthored]

[ Another thing women couldn't do? Shocking! Lana's used to hearing about the sexism, but it is more interesting to learn your history this way than reading it in a school book. ]

Where exactly do the women drink? In back rooms or something?

[assassino]

[He chuckles. He feels warm.]

Women are not supposed to drink at all!

Well, that is not entirely true: few people in Italia drink water, as it is unclean, so we all drink wine... but to drink strictly for pleasure is something only men are supposed to do. That does not stop women from overindulging sometimes, but it would be inappropriate for me to invite a woman for drinks strictly for pleasure's sake.

[He holds the next round for a second in favour of being chatty.]

You see -- [Italian gesticulations go here] -- women are considered to be insatiable, and nothing brings out their hunger for cazzo like drunkenness does. It is inappropriate to encourage this in women, too, as they cannot help that nature has made them crave men's bodies.

[He laughs again... hahaha... ]

[samson]

[E...ZIO...........

Brock throws Lana a 'what the fuck' sort of look. Oh my god. This is embarrassing.

But it also means Ezio is losing, so Brock just knocks back his shot without comment!!!]

[luthored]

[ Yeah, she's just staring at Ezio. Gawking if you will.

And then kind of defiantly motioning for another one. She hopes all of the men here get hammered and make asses out of themselves, now. Maybe not Brock because he's been a polite host. ]

Isn't that charming. I just love history.

[assassino]

[Drunk or just flamboyant? It's Ezio, you'll never know. He keeps laughing:]

Do not worry, Lana, mia cara, Molotov has explained to me that it is not like that in your time.

[luthored]

Oh, in that case, someone get ready to catch me as I swoon.

[samson]

[Brock just keeps pouring shots as needed, letting them sort this out. Is this Ezio's new girlfriend? If so, this is like some terrible Italian trainwreck. He's trying to decide if and when he should step in and tell Ezio to shut up ...]

[assassino]

I will.

[He leans in towards Lana, playfully, one hand inching towards being on her.]

[luthored]

[ With a short laugh despite her earlier irritation, Lana shakes her head and holds our her hand at arm's length. ]

I'm starting to think tequila is not your drink.

[assassino]

I think it is just fine.

[He takes her hand.]

[luthored]

I don't think so. If you want back in, you're going to have to wow us with a story that has nothing to do with sexism or politics.

[assassino]

You asked!

[luthored]

You brought it up in the first place!

[ Brock you can push him over any time. ]

[samson]

[CHILDREN. Brock takes an extra shot for himself just because their bickering is annoying.]

Hey. Stop.

[He shoves two more shots at them >:[ Doesn't even care if Ezio doesn't handle tequila well...]

Drink.

[assassino]

[He laughs.]

You are so serious, Samson.

[And drinks.]

[luthored]

[ Yessir! She takes her shot only a bit reluctantly, but so far she hasn't noticed any effects at all. Awesome. ]

You do have a pretty serious face.

[samson]

[Brock just gazes at them both, stony-faced, and pours another round. Don't make cracks about his dumb face, you guys.]