Gathering Post - Christmas Eve Party

[londoncallingmods]

Merry Christmas!

You are invited to celebrate the season with Finlay Flynn and Willy Silver.

 

When: Christmas Eve (5pm – Midnight)

Where: Making the Modern World - The Science Museum

RSVP: By Email (SBMNGR@ldnmgmt893.co.uk) Before 19/12

 

Upon entry you'll be given a ticket for one free drink. All drinks after that are 5 each. There will also be a free buffet in the dining area.

 

Dress code: Casual, but tidy please!

 

Raffle: Come wearing a festive sweater and you will automatically be entered into a raffle to win a 65 inch TV.

 

Donate: Bring three tins of canned food to be donated to the local food bank, and receive an extra drink ticket.

Look forward to: A live DJ, live music, an appearance by Santa, gift bags with deluxe swag, and the company of old and new friends!

 

(OTA! Happy holidays! If you know Fin, Willy, Phouka, or Winter, feel free to assume they gave you an invite. If not, you can say your pup got an invite through a friend of a friend, someone who knows someone, ect. It IS invite over (no gate crashing pups please, Fin's a giver and would want everyone to feel included), but the pups hosting the party are pretty active and I believe they know almost everyone in the game. And the people they don't know surely know people who do. Even if you only met them once, you got an invite somehow! This gathering post is open all week, and beyond!)

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[jageskro]

"Yeah, it's on and off for me," Jag admitted. "I just can't resist it, once in a while. Okay, no, on a regular basis," he admitted, standing up and looking around. Yeah, no, it looked like there were people to take care of your empty plates for you, but it rubbed him the wrong way. Still, he might not like it, but he didn't have much choice but to leave his plate there.

He just as reflexively patted his pocket to check for his pack, which was still there.

[sunsongs]

Coby was less bothered by leaving his plate to be cleared, but he'd cater waitered some, so he figured he'd paid his dues on that one.

"Yeah, that's how I am," Coby agreed, heading for the door. "With cigarettes anyway." Weed was a separate thing, and one he wasn't planning to give up.

[jageskro]

Jag chuckled at that addendum, and clapped his hand on Coby's back as they headed out. "Hear hear."

[sunsongs]

Coby just grinned back. In public and with a guy he just met, Coby wasn't going to pull out one of the joints he'd slipped into his cigarette pack before going out tonight, but after Jag's response he didn't take pains to hide having them when he tapped a cigarette out of the pack either. Turning, he blocked his lighter from the bit of breeze with his body. "You know Fin, does that mean you're in the business too?" he asked after exhaling a line of smoke.

[jageskro]

Jag couldn't help but chuckle, after lighting his cigarette half turned away from Coby, making it look natural, as if he was working against the wind on the patio, when he was really hiding the fact that he wasn't using a lighter. "People keep asking me that tonight. Yeah, no. I'm a busker. Fire performer."

[sunsongs]

"Cool." It hadn't been the most original of questions, but that was the way these things went, if you didn't stick to people you already knew. "My mom had a phase learning to use those, uh, poi things. Til she lost control of one too close to my dad's workshop and nearly set his cedar on fire. That was the end of her playing with fire."

[jageskro]

"That sounds like a tragedy to me," Jag admitted, although he assumed the wood actually catching on fire would have been the tragedy, for his father. "What about you? What do you do?"

[sunsongs]

"Eh. A friend got her into crocheting tree cozies," Coby shook his head, and before Jag could ask, "I have no idea. Whatever makes her happy. But somebody who knows what they're doing... I'll have to keep an eye out for you." Since if he was busking, he could be wherever, whenever really.

"I'm a musician. Not as flashy as fire maybe, but it's all I've ever wanted to do."

[jageskro]

"Fire's the best, what can I say," Jag answered with a half smile, clearly joking around. "Seriously, though. Doing what you love is as flashy as anything needs to be. Where do you play?"

[sunsongs]

"A few places. It depends." And Coby preferred it that way. "But there's a few of us who get together for a regular thing Mondays at Scandals."

[jageskro]

"What kind of music?" Jag asked curiously. He might try and stop by. He was going to have to fill his evenings with things not Val for a month, anyway.

[sunsongs]

As many times as Coby had had to answer that question, he had pat answers, but it could be kind of like describing himself, and worse when talking about the band as a whole. "Rock at its core," he said, "but it's more a fusion. We incorporate a lot of blues, country, funk, folk, even some traditional Irish-Scottish-whatever stuff." He chuckled. "Just don't tell Máire I described it that way. I'd wind up with her bow somewhere I don't want it."

[jageskro]

Jag chuckled. "Sounds cool, though. I'll try and stop by, one of those Mondays."

[sunsongs]

"Cool. It's usually a good time." Not that Coby was biased or anything. "Reminds me of a couple of places I played back home. What's that song... Everybody sings and drinks and laughs and gets high," he sung, mostly to himself.

[jageskro]

Jag chuckled. "That sounds like a good time."

[sunsongs]

"It's my kind of place," Coby agreed. There wasn't much more he wanted out of life. Not that he could have in public anyway. "No amazing and free buffet, though."

[jageskro]

"It would be less amazing if it was more common, yeah?" Jag pointed out with a half smile, and flicked his cigarette butt into an ashtray.

[sunsongs]

"True." Coby took the last drag from his cigarette, then his butt followed Jag's. "I'm thinking I should check out the desserts, and see where my friend's gotten off to." Anael was better than any dessert, but Coby could imagine creative ways of enjoying them both at the same time.

[jageskro]

"And I'll try and track down Fin, if he's not too busy," Jag stated with a small smile. "I might see you at Scandals, then."