[OPEN] We'll Take A Cup of Kindness Yet

[nascensibility]

Who: EVERYONE, but especially you!
Where: Wonderland Ballroom
When: New Year's Eve
Rating: PG - PG13 (will change if applicable)
Summary: New Year's Eve Party
The Story:

[The morning of December 31st, all residents will receive a handwritten invitation slipped under their door.]



You are cordially invited to attend a party
celebrating the New Year

Wonderland Ballroom
8 pm - 1 am

Semi-Formal Attire
Buffet & Bar
No RSVP Required

All Ages Welcome

For inquiries, contact E. O'Connell

[Punctuality in planning is important: the ballroom itself will only be ready for guests at exactly 8 o'clock, bedecked in glittering golds and the red-green of Christmas' vestiges, still clinging to the old year. Dining tables surround a central dance floor, bars and buffets dot the edges of the room and both holly and mistletoe are expressed liberally through the interior.

Mingle, dance, eat and be merry! The New Year will come in at midnight - the band will play and the drinks will flow for long after.]

Comments

[morethan084]

Never am. Usually.

[Daisy can't be the only one that thinks this whole conversation is turning into a huge flirting session, right? She tests the waters by stepping a little closer to him. Not enough to be breaking the personal space bubble, but she's right against it now.]

Made any New Years Resolutions?

[walkingheroin]

[He seems perfectly happy with the way this conversation is progressing, smiling wider as she moves closer.]

And so humble too. [He teases.] I hadn't pondered it, frankly, but I think annoying my father and my siblings as much as possible seems like an avid goal.

[morethan084]

Well I never said that.

[On certain subjects she never was humble. Mostly just on the fact that she was amazing with computers.]

Are your father and siblings here?

[walkingheroin]

No, thank goodness. I don't think I could take their judgy lectures if they were.

[morethan084]

And what would they lecture you about?

[The way she's leaning her body towards him is honestly terrible. For who? Who the hell knows.]

[walkingheroin]

How terribly unholy I am and all that. How they want me to get back to my real job.

[morethan084]

Yeah? What job is that?

[walkingheroin]

Why, running Hell, of course.

[morethan084]

Right. Of course.

[She still doesn't believe that, but she doesn't care either.]

Is that, uh, a 24/7 days a week kind of thing? Or do you have time off to do other things?

['Other things'.]

[walkingheroin]

Oh, I quit. Thus, why they're trying to get me to go back. I run a nightclub in Los Angeles.

When I'm not solving murders on the side for the LAPD.

[morethan084]

You know, you sound less believable by the second.

I kind of don't care though.

[walkingheroin]

And yet it's all true.

Ah, yes, I tend to have that effect on people. A natural talent of mine.

[morethan084]

To make people not care? Or to tell unbelievable stories?

[walkingheroin]

The former, considering I don't lie.