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

[mnt_mike]

Well, she would be, if he'd actually intended on toga'ing at all. Which he hasn't. True, the sheet is more firmly wrapped around his waist, but he's still barechested.

"SNACKS! Score!"

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Well, its a bit better than just boxers. Svava grins, and sets the food and drink down. "Um, rather, yes." A quiet laugh. "Think you'll need anything else?"

[mnt_mike]

"Are you taking orders?"

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

She gives Mike her best mock-glare, which is ruined by a laugh.

"Only because this is a party, and you can't walk well."

[mnt_mike]

"So no beck and call on a regular basis?"

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

She eyes him, but the puppy dog eyes wear her (thin) resolve down.

"Well... because your leg's hurt. Unless you'd like me to heal it?"

[mnt_mike]

No one can defeat the puppydog eyes.

"Uh, that would depend on how you intend on healing it."

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"Rune magic. I've always been best at healing, so it shouldn't be anything to worry about."

[mnt_mike]

Cringing.

"Um...I only look the way I do because of magic. I'm thinking that playing with other types of magic might...might do bad things. So while I really appreciate the offer..."

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"Like how Raph got turned human." Svava nods, then pats his shoulder. "Though if Tim turned you human, ask him what magics would mess you up, because its too bad for you to have a broken leg."

[mnt_mike]

"I didn't think I'd have that as an option, until about twenty minutes ago. They're so going to take away my Geek Cred for this. I so should have seen it coming."

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"... Geek Cred?" She gives Mike an amused look. "And seen what coming?"

[mnt_mike]

"In the comicbooks, no one ever stays dead for long. As long as they're popular, they just keep coming back. I just should have figured."

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"... But this isn't a comic book, Mike."

[mnt_mike]

"You know, sometimes I wonder...."


[ooc: I am weak and must flea to be soon. slowtime?]