Toga Party

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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.

Comments

[slayer_fray]

"Also with the drafty," Mel agrees. "Though perhaps not so much. I couldn't find shoes to match," which is perhaps why she's still in her combat boots. It's a fetching combination.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace has no room to speak here, what with her nymph outfit paired with the Doc Martens.
"I am not to blame for the outfit. I did start out with a toga." She defends herself, valiently.

[slayer_fray]

"But you're engaged to Wizkid," Mel completes the story. "Well, as long has he doesn't give you hypothermia."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"If he does, I fully expect him to do the warming up bits." She continues grinning for a full minute before she realizes how that sounds. Then she blushes. The outfit does an admirable job of not hiding the blush at all.

[slayer_fray]

Mel just smirks the entire time. Especially at the blush.

"Be careful," she warns, not enitrely seriously. "New body and everything. Don't wanna break it."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"He's not the one in danger of breaking here." Ace mutters. Why do all of her friends delight in making her blush?

[slayer_fray]

Because the red goes so well with the green leaves?

"Right," Mel replies. "Well, make sure he's careful then. I woudn't want to have to beat him up when he's only just got back."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

... She looks like a demented Christmas ornament.

"Get on w'you." Is her embarassed reply as she buries her face in her hands.

[slayer_fray]

But a cute one.

Mel throws up her hands in a peace offering. "OK, I'll stop, I promise. Talk to me about somethin' else."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace peeks out between her fingers warily. All her friends seem bound and determined to embarass her as much as possible. However, since she can't be any more embarassed at them moment...
"So... I'd really love it if you were a bridesmaid."

[slayer_fray]

Mel blinks. "A what?"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Bridesmaid?" Ace tries again. "Y'know, part of the wedding party? We gals are going to Vegas..." Yes, she's being tempting. Or at least she's trying to be.

[slayer_fray]

"Oh.

"OK, sure, I'd love to." Mel says, smiling.

"Uh, what do I hafta to?"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Mmm... wear a miniskirt, come to Vegas for a Hen's night, make sure I don't run away screaming the day of?" Ace lists, hoping she hasn't forgotten anything.

[slayer_fray]

"Skirt, Vegas, drag to to the wedding," Mel counts off on her fingers."Gotcha." And she grins.