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]

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.

[woolonyourface.livejournal.com]

Mun meant a toga.

Sadly, she has tutus on the brain, thanks to the devious Becca and what she made Meg pull on her other pup.

"Mmm hmm. Naughty. I'm very good at that," she said, arching a single eyebrow at him and kissing him again. The hands have not left his arse. In fact, they are rubbing slightly.

Now Virginia's goal? Is to wind him up during the whole party, then insist on staying until neither of them can take it anymore, then having the both of them reap the benefits.

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

Yeah, sure, whatever.

Wolf squirms away, shaking his finger at her. "No. Bad."

[woolonyourface.livejournal.com]

"I'm good at being...bad," she said huskily, stepping towards him and swaying her hips.

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

Pulling back, Wolf growls playfully at her and reaches for a cup to put in her hands. Non-alchoholic, of course.

[woolonyourface.livejournal.com]

She sipped at the cup daintily, peering at him over it the whole time, and then put it off to the side.

"I'm not really thirsty, right now," she told him. "I'm...hungry."

That same arch of her eyebrows and how she walked towards him again should have probably made it easy for him to figure out what she was hungry for.