Toga Party

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Atop a long table in one corner of the bar sits a row of punch bowls containing ladles and various cocktails: from margarita to plain screwdriver. These are accompanied by several bowls of ice, some containing various bottles of beer. There are stacks of plastic glasses, paper plates, napkins, and a large pile of ivy wreaths at one end. The drinks are buffet-style at this party, so help yourself.

There are plates scattered over the residual tables in the area, some overflowing with huge bunches of grapes, others containing savory fare such as chicken legs, hunks of bread, olives, cheese or humus dips.

To try and give an impromptu impression of a Roman/Greco theme, the tables have been topped with white tablecloths and chairs and surfaces strewn with ivy. If there had been a way to fashion columns or import colonnades in twenty four hours, Indy would have tried it. But ivy will have to do on short notice. At least its not poisonous.

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[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

Resplendant in a red toga, Wolf shows up, with a Virginia in tow. She looks rather fetching, all wrapped up in her sheet and starting to get the "pregnant mommy" glow.

Spotting the food, Wolf zeroes in.

His appetite is back to normal, ever since he talked to the returned Tim.

[woolonyourface.livejournal.com]

"...Ooooh, look at all the pretty half-naked toga ladies," Virginia complained moodily, picking at some grapes. "I can't believe you dragged me to this. I look so pregnant. And not like them."

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

Turning around, Wolf pops a particularly sweet grape into his moody mate's mouth and then firmly places a kiss against her lips.

"No, you don't look like them at all," he agrees. "You look absolutely ravishing, is what you look."

[woolonyourface.livejournal.com]

"You're crazy--" she started. Then after the kiss, she said, "You're still crazy." She kissed him again, and then nibbled at his lower lip a bit, before pulling back and saying, "But it's a very good kind of crazy. And you're really hot in that toga. You'd be much hotter without it, damn the bar rules against nudity."

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

He looks a little smug and more than a little pleased with himself, and pops another grape into Virginia's mouth.

That swish in the back of his toga could possibly be his tail wagging a little.

[woolonyourface.livejournal.com]

She gave him a very sweet kiss and leaned into him, reaching around and giving his bum a nice little two-handed squeeze.

Her current goal? To make him wish he was wearing something thicker than a tutu.

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

Jumping, Wolf looks down at her with a disapproving, startled frown (ignore that twinkle in his eyes). "Virginia! You naughty pork chop," he admonishes her.

It's probably a good thing he's not wearing a tutu, then.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace waves at the pair of them as she goes bouncing by in her nymph outfit.
"Hullo!" My, but she's an energetic little thing, isn't she?

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

Oh, wow. Look at the bounce. In the little leaf-outfit.

Oh my.

Mmm, but there's a Virginia right next to him. In a toga. Yum.

"Hi Ace!" Wolf grins cheerily and waves back, drumstick in hand. Her energy is perfectly understandable.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Thank goodness for distractions, huh?
"Glad you two could make it!" Ace is very enthusiastic about quite a large number of things. This is probably very understandable.

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

Yes, thank goodne.... Mmm.

"Wouldn't dream of otherwhise!" Yes, quite understandable.

[woolonyourface.livejournal.com]

"It's good to see you Ace," Virginia said witha smile. "Especially happy again."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"It's very good to be happy again." Ace replies cheerily. She's still bouncing on her toes. Poor Wolf.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim passes by, on his way elsewhere.*

Wolf, come see me tommorrow, I'd like to talk to you about some employment opurtunities. Keep it under your hat. Hi virginia.

*and he's off again.*

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

Drumstick-in-mouth, Wolf stares after Tim.

He turns back to Virginia. "Empffmff offerfuunfifies?"

[woolonyourface.livejournal.com]

She frowned after Tim. She was glad to see him, but...

"He can't mean...you can't work security!" she said. "It's too dangerous."

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

He chews thoughtfully, finally taking the chicken leg out of his mouth.

"I don't really know what he means," Wolf says, scratching at his forehead with his other hand. "I guess I'll just have to find out tomorrow."

[woolonyourface.livejournal.com]

She was still frowning. "Well, he had better not have you doing anything dangerous," she said, pressing her cheek to his chest. "Not if you'd be dealing with people like that schmuck from the other night on a regular basis."

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

Stroking her hair, Wolf frowns. "I doubt it. I'm really not strong enough to deal with people like that on a regular basis. Or some of the others that come into the bar from time to time."

[slayer_fray]

A girl with blue and pink hair and a short toga passes them on the way to get more drinks. She nods to the two staff members she's seen around on occasion.

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

Wolf waves cheerfully, currently engaged with a drumstick.

Interesting looking girl. "Do you know her, my darling dearest?"

[woolonyourface.livejournal.com]

"Nope," Virginia answered. "I like her hair though. I had mine like that for a little bit in high school. Dad thought it was a 'desperate cry for attention,'" she went on, with a fond smirk. "Why don't we go introduce ourselves?"

[slayer_fray]

Bottle of Tequila in hand, Mel turns around and sees the couple approaching and grins at them, toasting them with the bottle before taking a swig.

"All right?"

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

He tries to imagine Virginia with blue and pink hair.

It really doesn't quite work, somehow in his head.

"Yes, why not?"

Going over, he smiles. "Absolutely!"

[woolonyourface.livejournal.com]

"Hi!" Virginia held out her hand. "I'm VIrginia Lewis, this is Wolf, and oh my God, I love your hair," she gushed.