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.))

Comments

[fuckelves]

Thorin tilts a brow at that - obviously this was news to him. He hadn't really counted on that, but it made sense. Ashura resembled an Elf well enough; in fact that point had actually put Thorin off when they first met - so why shouldn't the fairer Ashura have Elf friends?

Not that Thorin had to like it.

"Nor did I," Thorin took a long gulp from his drink. "Tell me, do you call our esteemed host 'friend'?"

Thorin hadn't decided yet what he thought about this 'Felix' - but after seeing how hurt Ashura had been by him, he was inclined not to like the wizard.

[inafadingcrown]

"I do, in fact." It put her in something of an awkward position at times, being friends with both Ashura and Felix, but she would not abandon one at the expense of the other. They were both, in their own ways, good men.

[fuckelves]

"Interesting," Thorin replied, taking another long sip of his ale.

Contrary to the White Lady, Thorin had only known Ashura - this would be his first time meeting Felix. Thus, his first impression of the other man was not precisely a good one.

Thorin paused before glancing to Galadriel again.

"Are you enjoying the festivities?"

[inafadingcrown]

"I am. There is fine company and fine drink- one can ask for little more in such festivities, unless we were to bring music into the discussion."

[fuckelves]

That suggestion brings a legitimate smile to his face. The singing of Elves was indeed something to be renowned, even if Thorin did not want to admit it. But he legitimately believed the musical instruments of Dwarves were far superior to Elvish flutes.

He tilts a brow to Galadriel, the smirk broadening on his face.

"Indeed. If it is one thing I miss, it is the music of our land," he's half-tempted to bring out his own violin, concealed by his Dwarf magic, and begin playing.

[inafadingcrown]

"It has been overlong, perhaps, since I have played my harp or raised my voice in song." She smiles into her wine. "Do you play?"

[fuckelves]

Thorin smiled, reaching to his belt, beneath his furred cloak and from the air beneath it he pulled a fine fiddle. The wood was coated with a dark varnish, and only the finest strings had been selected for the instrument. Only the best would do for the King Under the Mountain.

"What sort of Dwarf does not?" Thorin chuckled, reaching for the bow beneath his cloak and bringing it up to the instrument.

Slowly, he drew the bow across the strings, adjusting his grip on the strings at the neck, making several notes hang in the air as he played a slow tune to start.

[inafadingcrown]

Oh, she wasn't expecting a performance here and now. Far be it from her to object, though. She will just find a nearby seat and settle in to listen.

[fuckelves]

Well, ask and ye shall receive! Plus he's not above showboating his skills, especially to an Elf.

Thorin continues the song, however short it may be - it's just a slow and sweet tune, akin to a lullaby that his mother used to sing to Thorin and his siblings. He finishes the song with a flourish of the bow and smirks proudly to Galadriel.

"Few can match the skill of a Dwarf on the fiddle," Thorin boasted.