[EVENT] - Valentine's Solstice

[arentweglad]

Who: Open!
When: Monday the 20th through Wednesday the 22nd (Bonfire on the 21st)
Where: Days' End League Hall
Before/After: N/A
Warnings: Violence (Val/Nova), vomit (a few threads??), fireworks, mention of death

[Valentine is hosting a Solstice party at Days' End! Some got invited, and if she ran into you anywhere for longer than two minutes she may have invited you. There is booze and games and dancing and floral wreaths and festival foods and everything. If Val saw you at the party you may well have gotten wreathed.]

[It's a pretty open-invite party though, so even if you weren't personally invited, wandering in off the street is perfectly acceptable. They've got a few random partiers showing up, both Earthers and Zenners, and there are several Earthers residing on the premisis also in attendance, as well as most of Days' End's members.]

[The bonfire gets lit early Tuesday and Valentine and Flambre keep it going through the day into the wee hours of the night (except for around one hour after sunset where she runs off to attend the druid ceremonies). The majority of the loud partying will likely happen on that day.]

Comments

[firecracker_hopping]

[He's probably trying to embarrass her. The worst part is that it kind of works.]

Checkers. And I suppose I'll take my time about it. Besides. [She waves a hand around at the party.]

Not really the appropriate environment for a dramatic duel to the death, huh. [That's a kinda weak joke, right there.]

[socarnivorously]

[ too bad she's already flushed from drink that he can't tell if the blush is from being embarrassed. the lighting's not all that great, either; everything is cast in highly contrasting shadows and orange from the bonfire. ]

No. I suppose you'd be turned in for [ loudly ] fucking a skull in public.

[ he is definitely trying to make her uncomfortable. ]

[firecracker_hopping]

[It's also making Alex look especially menacing, which is -- in her inebriated state, even more so -- frightening. She takes a step back, before she catches herself.]

[She stands her ground then.] You killed something just to get at me! Did you miss that?

[She starts looking angry, but forcibly shoves it down.] If you want to hurt people because of what they did, whatever, I can at least kinda understand that. That little duck didn't have anything to do with it, though.

[she really likes ducks, okay!!]

[socarnivorously]

[ surprise takes over his face. ] Wha-t? Do Earthers not eat duck? You mean to tell me you let that animal's life go to waste?

[ dripping with mockery! ]

[firecracker_hopping]

I wasn't going to eat it! It was crushed! [Besides, she thinks duck tastes a little gamey and gross, but... not... a thing to mention here?]

[socarnivorously]

[ he smiles derisively ] You're not very creative, are you?

[firecracker_hopping]

I'm plenty creative. Just drunk. [That one hit home, though. She looks away sharply so he can't catch that it stung.]

[socarnivorously]

Were you drunk then, too?

[firecracker_hopping]

When I sent you the beer hat? [uh, wasn't it obvious?]

[socarnivorously]

You can't even remember correctly.

[ he's referring to mailing the duck the following morning (and being a jackass about it). ]

[firecracker_hopping]

No! [She does kind of guess, at least! Unfortunately, that just makes her mad.] I had a dead animal in my hands, I was terrified and angry!

[socarnivorously]

Scared of dead poultry, too? You're on a roll, Lera.

[firecracker_hopping]

Fuck off. I don't have to impress you! [She hmphs and folds her arms again, looking away.]

[socarnivorously]

You do, actually. [ he takes the shot glass from the waist of his pants and tips the whiskey against its rim, filling it. ] You need to impress me enough not to tell Acher where you are right now.

[ he holds out the shot to her, his smile hard. ]

[firecracker_hopping]

[That remark hits home. Her eyes go wide, and she looks down at the shot glass, her expression changing from anger into fear that she can't quite erase from her face. She doesn't want to admit that he's right, that she doesn't want to have Acher know exactly where she is.]

[She gets a cold feeling in the pit her stomach and grabs the shot. She slams it back in one drink.]

[Nothing is said, though. She doesn't trust herself to speak at the moment.]

[socarnivorously]

[ he takes the empty glass and pours one for himself, likewise throwing it back in one shot. then he pours her another.

lera has the excessive misfortune of being the first player alex has met in person. the spenta and the ahura don't really count -- he hardly knows them, only that they were players -- but lera, she initiated contact, and he is in contact with the man she created. she was ballsy with nothing to back it up.

he wonders how many shots it'll take before she starts vomiting. ]

[firecracker_hopping]

[To Lera's perception, the liquor doesn't seem to affect Alexander. With her panic, though, she wouldn't have noticed. She doesn't trust him in the slightest; she isn't convinced that he won't try to kill her when this is done.]

[Nevermind the fact that the alcohol won't help her aim. She isn't thinking clearly and is upset enough to know it. She takes the second shot, looking down at it for a moment, before she lifts it and drinks it down too.]

[winterwhite]

[ who knew fire spirits didn't like being purple? reilanin didn't. though maybe it wasn't just purple, it was blue and orange and green and pink too, in random order. it'd been interesting while it lasted but they hadn't thought so. she'd even had a druid come up and try to give her a stern talking to about elementals' rights but she'd silenced him and wandered off. spoilsport.

if she wasn't allowed to play with the fire, there wasn't much more of interest for her to do here. maybe they could go now? she went in search of alexander, though she realized it was difficult to do without either her enchantments on him- she'd been able to trace her own signature, but if it didn't exist, well- or without his being in the house. yes, most definitely, they were not in the house.

a flash of red hair- alex? no, nova maybe? ah, but there was alex with him, so it must be nova. she went in that direction, not noticing a passed out someone or other by them. she trips on a limb and can't quite catch herself. well, except to put an arm out to the back of nova in front of her.

it's a decent push. it also keeps her mostly upright! bonus?? ]

[socarnivorously]

[ he's in the middle of pouring the next shot for himself (call him what you will, but at least he drinks with the person he's antagonizing even if that's probably negligible given his state) when rei stumbles over and he is, momentarily, at a loss of how to address her sudden presence in this scenario. that's enough for rei to knock lera into him.

not expecting that, alex stumbles backwards and onto his ass, spilling the contents of the shot glass and some from the bottle, too. the landing also kicks up dirt from the ground! ]

[firecracker_hopping]

[Oof! Lera isn't Nova, but she has something in common with him: she is really, really drunk right now. When Reilanin's hand presses into her back she stumbles forward, falling right into Alex. His shot glass spills on her, too, soaking her shirt and pants with whiskey.]

[She's briefly on top of him, which is the polar opposite of where she wants to be, and quickly rolls to the side and falls onto her rear. She looks at Alex, surprised and worried, and then up at Reilanin.]

Oh--sorry! My balance isn't so great right now.

[Nope, Rei, definitely not Nova. She's a girl. Even if the difference isn't that much.]

[winterwhite]

[ she stands over both of them, looking very much surprised at what's just happened ]

Oh? Oh, well... you're not Nova.

[ this has caught her off guard about as much as suddenly having the both of them on the ground ]

[socarnivorously]

Ugh... [ he sits up, not amused, thinking to right the bottle after a second. he looks up at rei. ]

You're looking for Nova? He's here... [ ugh dust in his eye! stupid lera! he instinctively rubs at it-- ] Somewhe-- FUCK!

[ WHISKEY ON HIS HANDS

WHISKEY IN HIS EYE ]

[firecracker_hopping]

[If she was sober, Lera'd know to restrain her response to this because seriously, that's Alex, he's dangerous. But she's drunk and he did that just now.]

[She starts cackling. She reaches a hand up to wipe her eye and--]

[MOTHERFUCKER, WHISKEY IN HER EYE]

OW! OW! FUCK!

[winterwhite]

[ o...kay... this is... this is a little more bizarre than she'd bargained for... she's tempted to just back away and wander off again to avoid whatever... whatever this is?...

instead she (more carefully) picks her way between them and crouches beside alex (having to hold a hand out to the ground to keep her balance), taking his face in her hands to inspect his face a bit before catching up her wide sleeve and offer it up so he can rub his eye with it ]

Are you sure Vepha didn't show up again...?

[socarnivorously]

[ it's a little bit too late for that. the tearing in his eye is already flushing out the dirt, which feels significantly less of a problem in the face of alcohol in one's eye, but on some level alex appreciates the effort and doesn't resist. ]

Does it look like I have tits?

[ he glances at lera, one eye open, the other squinting ] You Xumurdamn moron. I can't believe you did that.