BUT TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT WE CAN REALLY LET GO ( OPEN )

[medusalith]

Date & Time: SATURDAY AT FIVE ( IT'S BACKDATED )
Location: DITR's offices in the hold, possibly spilling out into the hall if it gets super crowded.
Characters: Medusa, Saul, the staff of DITR, and YOU
Summary: In an effort to promote COMMUNITY OUTREACH the DITR hosts an open house! Free food and drink - you can't say no to that.
Warnings: Nothing? If anything comes up, please mark it in thread headers.

( IT'S A PARTY. THERE IS MUSIC OF QUESTIONABLE TASTE - PROBABLY ONE OR TWO ONE HIT WONDERS FROM THE 1980S ON REPEAT BECAUSE THAT'S ALL THEY COULD FIND UNTIL ANNE SINGS. THERE IS ALSO FOOD, BUT IT'S MUCH BETTER THAN THE MUSIC. THINK OPEN HOUSE FOOD - CHEESE AND CRACKERS AND MEATS AND LOTS OF DAINTY DESSERTS.

AND WINE. THERE IS LOTS OF WINE.

TAG YOURSELF IN OR HIT ANYONE ELSE UP - IT'S A FREE FOR ALL. )

Comments

[hyanaimne]

[she grins and takes a drink]

My, and modest, too.

[5055034455]

Hey, there's nothin' wrong with acknowledging your good qualities.

[hyanaimne]

I suppose that is true. [she glances down at her cup curiously, having never had anything that tasted quite like this . . . and takes another, longer drink]

So then, what other good qualities do you have?

[5055034455]

Keep complimenting me like that and maybe you'll find out.

[Yeah, he totally just waggled his eyebrows at her.

Look at him, cultivating such a great image for the Department.

World's Best Boss, folks.]

[hyanaimne]

[she just stares at him, utterly bewildered for a moment.

Another moment passes.

And then she bursts into laughter]

[5055034455]

[This face.

Forever.]

[hyanaimne]

Only "maybe", Saul?

[5055034455]

I don't make promises like that.

[~super casual sip of his wine~]

[hyanaimne]

My.

[she considers what she wants to say for a moment, takes another drink]

I must say, though, you are a bit more subtle then most men I speak with. [she glances up at him over her glass] Which is a compliment, by the way.

[5055034455]

[Wow, she's drinking fast.

Saul arches an eyebrow, clearly amused.]

That's not something I hear often. Should I be keeping a tally?

[hyanaimne]

I do not know what a tally is, but by all means?

[5055034455]

You know, to keep count. So I'll know when you hit the magic number of compliments needed.

[hyanaimne]

[she gives another laugh, shaking her head in amusement]

I see. I do not even get a hint, then?

[5055034455]

A hint for what? How many compliments 'til you hit the magic number? Nah. Then you'll just say stuff you don't mean.

[And if there's one thing Saul hates, it's empty flattery.

hahahahaha]

[hyanaimne]

I never say things I do not mean, Saul.

[5055034455]

Never?

[Boy, is someone looking skeptical.]

[hyanaimne]

Never. I rarely give compliments as it is. If I give one at all, it is truth and nothing more.

[5055034455]

That's good to know, then. So you really think I'm a gentleman, huh?

[Cue the eyelash batting~]

I'm liking you more and more every minute.

[hyanaimne]

[given that she spent most if not all her time around bandits and murderers, yes, Saul, you are definitely a gentleman.

But she won't say that out loud]

I am glad you do.

[5055034455]

Maybe you should go get more people to like that pretty face of yours.

[This is Saul's not-so-subtle way of suggesting she go mingle.]

We can have another geography lesson some other time.

[hyanaimne]

My - oh, no, no, you—that is quite fine, but - I really only came for a few moments.

["pretty face". Saul pls]

[5055034455]

[lookit dat smile, lady]

Nah, c'mon. Go make some friends.

[hyanaimne]

[have you ever seen anyone terrified over "making friends" before?]

I am not . . . very good at that.

[5055034455]

Okay, how 'bout this: I'll go introduce you to some people.

[hyanaimne]

No, no—really, it is fine.