Alcohol, taken in sufficient quantities

[lord_wizard]

Who: Felix Harrowgate and anyone
What: A new years party
When: January 1st
Where: Chimera headquarters
Rating: Pg-13 for heavy drinking, at least

The central hall of Chimera headquarters is today taken up with a pair of tables, one covered with all matter of foods from finger sandwiches and deviled eggs, to salted nuts and chocolate-covered fruits, while the other is littered with nearly every beverage one might think of - tea, coffee, milk, punch, and fruit juices. It wasn't quite the expected spread for a new year's party, but that was because the castle had done them the favor of making any liquid carry the effects of the usual party beverages. A small table near the door, however, had at some point in the day appeared, carrying liquors and champagne for those who actually preferred their alcohol to taste as such. The ghosts stood sentry to keep whatever it was the attendees wanted flowing.

Most of that is likely forgotten near the end of the day, and the arrangement of comfortable chairs in the adjoining office begin to look far more comfortable a place to sit once the room starts to spin a little. Getting air on the balcony is an option, of course, but take care not to fall off of it.

((OOC:Feel free to set your tag at any time during the evening (though really, you know we're all here for the drunk shenanigans). Please see the link above for info on the layout of the area.))

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[onlyanapple]

Of course Crowley is here. There's alcohol and good company, and that's enough for the demon. As usual, he shows up neither on time nor pre-announced. He just appears at the door and wanders in, grabbing the nearest alcoholic beverage at hand and finding a wall to lean on.

[wishmadeinfire]

"I was wondering when you would appear, Crowley."

Ashura glided up to him, dressed in white, gold, and red, a glass of red wine in his hand. Of course Crowley would appear at such a function. He was Felix's friend, and Ashura was no fool - he knew of that friendship and perhaps at times had been slightly jealous of it when he and Felix stood as a couple.

"Have you announced the winner of the kissing game?"

[onlyanapple]

And Crowley on his part, enjoyed being something of a beating heart of Paradisa's social events. When he was invited, anyway. Sometimes when he wasn't, too.

"Not yet, I've been waiting to get the tallies in."

[lord_wizard]

Felix slid up next to Crowley in rather short order as if had been expected - and perhaps was a little bit true - having already made quite a bit of progress in the getting drunk department. Most years the wizard preferred to pace himself, given that the result was unpleasant and usually quite undignified, but he's recently become less fond of caution.

"Why, Crowley. If I had known this is what it took to get you up here, I would have started serving drinks at Chimera meetings ages ago."

[onlyanapple]

Crowley, of course, was pacing himself. As much as he enjoyed drunken shenanigans, it was always more fun to watch other people stumbling about themselves. Though being able to sober himself up helped with that considerably.

"Well, now you know what a trick you've missed."

[radiantwingedone]

It probably isn't that surprising that Duke arrives with a book, and ends up settling in a corner with a collection of chocolate covered fruits and tea. Nope, he doesn't seem to remember that everything is alcoholic.

Or maybe he remembers when he gets really confused by his book, to judge by his expression.

[strangewonders]

Howl is pacing himself, for the time being, but he's got a decent buzz on by the time he spots Duke with his book. Which... isn't really surprising. He's really more surprised that Duke has shown up at all.

He wanders over and leans against a nearby wall, attempting to make enough noise as he does so to announce his presence.

"Escaped from the library, have you?"

[peacockherald]

"Duke, this is a party, why do you have a book?" Vanyel asked of his silver-haired friend, though truthfully he was not that surprised either. Duke wasn't a very social man, was he? Still, it seemed a bit rude, bringing the book....

[lord_wizard]

Later in the evening and Felix is ensconced like a particularly gaudy cat in one of the chairs in the office. That he is sprawled just slightly askew is maybe the only outward cue he is very very drunk at the moment, besides the fact that he's flirting with nearly everything in the room - but the only thing unusual about that is the amount he's doing it.

"I'm glad you all could come..." he says, his voice dipping just slightly into a strange drawl most people never hear.

[wishmadeinfire]

It was not hard for him to see that Felix was drunk. He had been with the man a number of years, he knew when he was drunk. It was... not unexpected though, and it was a party, and that was just what Felix did.

He had come dressed in a gorgeous white robe stitched with golden flowers and frolicking flames, his belt a bright red laced with gold and knotted with rope flowers and rubies carved to look like flames. He had come meant to impress.

The king walked up to Felix and took a seat on the arm of his chair.

"Who could refuse such an invitation?"

[strangewonders]

Felix's invite had given Howl enough warning that he was not, despite primping more than usual, abysmally late to the party. He had altered his usual wardrobe a bit, the jacket a solid silver for once, with dark blue trousers and shiny black boots. He'd put just enough curl into his hair to make it interesting when tied back with a matching dark blue ribbon.

All of that refinement was likely to go missing once he got into the swing of things, but for the moment, he was going to pretend to do the guild of foppish wizards proud. Which meant grabbing a glass of wine before going to see who was about.

[lord_wizard]

Felix can hardly fault Howl for his dramatic timing, given that he'd often done the same thing back in the Mirador regularly, but it was rather difficult to be late for his own party. Naturally, the other wizard is casually prowling about the room. He moves away from the table of refreshment where he'd been nibbling on a chocolate-covered strawberry, and glides over to Howl.

"You're looking splendid today," he said, which was in fact a genuine statement if not also slightly with a tinge of jealousy. He's quite tipsy by the time Howl arrives, so he isn't quite in the shape to properly examine how uncomfortably close his feelings for the man veer to his feelings for his real brother.

[wishmadeinfire]

Ashura is only slightly inebriated. Well, maybe more than slightly. At least he has managed to keep his white, gold, and red robes clean - a white field, stitch with gold flowers and frolicking flame, his belt a red leather with red and gold sick robe tied into knots of flower shapes and dangling from them were rubies. What? He came to impress at such things and it certainly was not meant for Felix.

He consistently has a glass of red wine his hand, preferring that to any of the more bitter alcoholic drinks available, wandering about the party to smile and laugh with people, playing the social butterfly and falling back on graces long set into memory, never forgotten. Though, perhaps, he might be a bit feely, flirt a little. Felix was a terrible influence.

[strangewonders]

Howl was rapidly departing the land of sobriety, himself. It was a state that did nothing to inhibit his chattiness, though the festivities did lack a certain something when compared to his coveted Ruby club reunions. Still, it wasn't bad.

And tipsy though he might be, it was rather impossible to miss Ashura, or more precisely, Ashura's outfit. It attracted his attention long before he payed much mind to who was actually wearing it. And while there was certainly no best-dressed competition going on, he couldn't just let it go, instead waiting for an excuse to drift into the other man's general vicinity.

"You're making me feel down-right under-dressed, you know." No preamble, or pretense of a hello. Instead, he simply took another long drink from his much-refilled wine glass.

[peacockherald]

Vanyel had debated if he would go or not, but ultimately decided to come. These men he counted as his friends, and it would do Tylendel good to properly get to know them all if he had not already. Vanyel donned a tunic of deep purple trimmed in silver to compliment himself, hanging over white doe-skin trews and black knee high boots, a silver belt at his waist clasped by a buckle marked with a winged horse. His black hair with its silver streak was left brushed and out over his shoulders. Some might have said he looked very much like a stallion come to show himself off to the mares.

He kept to the sweeter drinks, and after a bit of stiffness began to relax, wandering some, but often happy to sit in some of the chairs and chat.

[strangewonders]

It's been awhile since they've spoken last, but Howl is perpetually friendly, and this evening seems the perfect time to catch up, as well as serving as a reminder that he ought to spend a little less time cooped up with his own personal project. Glass in hand, he leans idly against the wall.

"The party seems to be off to a good start, don't you think?"

[fuckelves]

Thorin had received the personalized invitation from Felix, but that was bittersweet. He wasn't sure what to expect, but who was he to turn down ale? Dressed in fine blue robes with dark grey fur trim, Thorin even took the time to braid in his proper silver and blue dress beads into his beard and long black hair.

But when he stepped into the room he didn't make a spectacle of himself. Thorin simply found the drinks and proceeded to pour a large mug of ale for himself. His paranoia took hold of him then as he proceeded to sniff the drink first; testing for poison. No worries so far, so he proceeded to drink.

[wishmadeinfire]

He might not have made a spectacle, but he was terribly obvious to one who had gotten to know him intimately well. So he would find the pretty king fluttering up to him, dressing in white and gold robes, the gold upon white and made to look like flower and flame, the belt around his narrow hips a beautiful red with knots of flowers and rubies of candle-flame. He beamed, a might flushed from drink, and without preamble bent down and pecked Thorin's lips.

"You came!" he declared with much enthusiasm.

[radiantwingedone]

Duke is up for a refill around now, and since he is avoiding the terribly strong drinks, he'd rather get his own refill. And since he was up, he might as well get something more to snack on.

He doesn't know who it is standing nearby, other than the sound of pouring and drinking took a bit longer than he expected.

"Making sure you will like it?"

[inafadingcrown]

"Thorin."

Galadriel had to admit, she was a little surprised to see him here, given the attitude the dwarf seemed to have towards magic. But she had nothing against him personally, and so she would remain civil so long as he did the same. And that included greeting him with a polite nod.

[inafadingcrown]

No matter how late in the evening it becomes, Galadriel shows no sign of intoxication. This despite the fact that she has a glass of red wine in her hand pretty much constantly. A side benefit of being an elf. But she is chatty and friendly and will speak to just about anyone who looks like they might be good company.

[strangewonders]

Howl, on the other hand, was very human, and thus rather drunk by the time he makes his way over, an over-the-top smile plastered on his face at the sight of a pretty woman in amongst all the (admittedly very fancy) men.

"Are you enjoying your evening?" His enunciation is still rather good, though there's a bit more accent to it than normal.

and now to get them to talk without the magic to kiss-

[radiantwingedone]

Duke probably doesn't look much like good company, he's had a book in his hands almost the entire night. Although right now its tucked between his elbow and side as he makes a slightly less than sure way back from the snack table. But his magic still functions enough to let him know that...

"You are familiar." He informs her general direction. At this point, though, he's given up some of his act - his eyes are closed.

[wishmadeinfire]

And who else would come up to her but her "grandson"? Ashura was flushed, but then, he had imbibed quite a bit (or had he, and this was an act?). Dressed in white, gold, and red, he seemed to have come to impress as he came up to Galadriel and promptly planted a kiss on her cheek in welcome.

"Galadriel! I did not expect to see you at one of Felix's affairs!"

[lord_wizard]

"Galadriel. How long it's been since I've had the pleasure of your company," Felix said as he approached the elven woman, looking oddly self-pleased. Being around a group of people like this is something of a tonic for his mood. Gathering like this were a near daily occurrence that he missed from his old life.