IT'S PARTY TIME!

[fe_male]

Date & Time: May 29, afternoon and evening.
Location: The Hold training rooms.
Characters: All the cool people.
Summary: It's a goddamn birthday party!
Warnings: ....It's... Tony's. Goddamn birthday party. So.



[ Welcome to the training rooms. Welcome to the party.

Everywhere's done up in no-doubt tasteful and not at all garish or, should I say, ostentatious, reds and golds and shit. Birthday type stuff. Amazing, birthday type stuff, surely, because the decorators Pepper hired are top notch.

And that music? Damn, son.

There's food too, by Exsilium's finest caterers. And the lights are moving and the bodies are writhing and dancing and somewhere Tony's avoiding Pepper in the middle of it because she's irritated with him and he's more interested in talking to people who aren't annoyed with him. ]

Hey! I'd like to say a thing. [ Yeah, he's totally not drunk, or at least on his way to it. ] A think about how... Awesome, it is, that you all showed up to my birthday party, seriously, this is great. And Pepper. Pepper, my Pepper, made this whole thing, so make you you lavish her with compliments and make her feel uncomfortable for how good a job she did. And have fun! Keep having fun, go for it. You need anything, we get low on something, somebody let me know. I'm going back to, you know, actually enjoying my party. Have fun! [ And he's disappearing back into the midst of the party. Everybody have fun! ]

Comments

wow look at me tagging this super late

[medusalith]

[ Medusa has a convenient solution for being able to drink and keep her hands free - a small chunk of hair wrapped tightly around the stem of a wine glass. She's not here out of any desire to actually dance, just appearances. But that doesn't mean she can't bother Saul when she sees him. ]

Good evening, Saul.

hay bb hay

[5055034455]

[And oh, look. Saul is totally unsurprised by Medusa's creative problem-solving. He starts laughing as soon as he sees her — giggling, almost — albeit good-naturedly.]

Good evening, your Highness.

THE LATEST OF LATE

[medusalith]

[ That makes her raise an eyebrow at him, but she lets it pass for the moment. ]

Enjoying yourself?

[5055034455]

I sure am.

[Doesn't he look way happier and way drunker than you've seen him, like, ever?]

Are you?

[medusalith]

[ the drunker part absolutely. ]

I have been present at more interesting and exciting celebrations.

[5055034455]

[He snorts.]

Jeez. Well, yeah. Of course you have. Probably held in your honor, right? Like, costume balls and shit? [Pause. HE JUST HAD A THOUGHT.] Did you have a crown?

[medusalith]

Nothing so extravagant, except for my own wedding. ( A BEAT. ) I have no need for one - my hair is enough of a symbol of my position as queen as anything I could wear.

[5055034455]

[Oh, right.

Marriage.

Ew.]

That sucks. About the no crown, I mean. Bet you'd look good in one.

[medusalith]

It would have no point - how would it stay on?

[ since... hair.... ]

[5055034455]

Get a really big one.

[DUH, MEDUSA. Saul mimics a huge crown on his own head. Like, super huge. Biggest crown ever.]

Or you can just have your hair hold it in place.

[medusalith]

And then I would lose the potential to do anything else with it.

( she can lift herself in the air with her hair, saul, she's not losing that because of one crown. )

[5055034455]

What, your hair isn't capable of multitasking?

[Tch.]

Tie it down!

[medusalith]

Will nothing I say convince you that I am uninterested in a crown?

[5055034455]

But they're sparkly.

[He sounds so sad. Medusa, why? What do you have against sparkles?



Saul needed to stop drinking, like, an hour ago.]

So you gonna dance with me, O crownless wonder, or what?

[medusalith]

Only if you ask more politely.

[5055034455]

[Ahem.

You asked for this, Medusa.

Here it comes, fake British(??) accent and all:]

Your Highness, I would be ever so honored if you would consider dancing with me.

[medusalith]

( OH FINE SHE CAN HOLD OUT HER ARM FOR HIM I GUESS )

Very well, Mr. Goodman.