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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[harrowgate]

"I love to dance," Felix confirmed, lifting his glass again since it seemed he would need to finish and set it aside. "But that isn't going to stop anyone looking at you. Also, you may face Shannon's wrath."

[akatawitch]

"For what?" Sunny asked with a raised eyebrow. "We're friends, and we have exactly zero chance of being otherwise for a list of reasons."

She stepped closer. "You said use it. Okay. I love dancing and together we are a veritable firestorm of visually confusing genes."

[harrowgate]

Felix's eyes lit up, and he finished his drink and set the empty glass on a convenient nearby table. Then he offered Sunny his hand. "When we explain it like that, I'm positive Shannon will understand. Approve, even. Do you prefer ballroom or swing?"

[akatawitch]

"Ballroom," Sunny answered right away and just scandalized enough to give the word an undertone of, 'What are we, animals?', but her eyes were laughing as she did it.

She took his hand.

[harrowgate]

Perhaps a breath of a chuckle drifted under the music as Felix accepted Sunny's hand, and led her toward a clear space for dancing. It was all in the tempo and rhythm, and by heaven, if Felix Harrowgate and Sunny Nwazue wanted to dance ballroom to modern music, they would.

Felix lifted her hand, rested a light touch at her waist, and with a grin that could only be described as devilish, led her into a perfect quickstep.

[akatawitch]

Sunny in turn put her other hand on his shoulder and fell into step with him as easy as walking, no hesitation, no beat of awkwardness, just flowing.

She could imagine what kind of picture the two of them made, Felix a riot of color, her a ghostly absence of it. While she was not a short woman by any means, the height difference between them was usually half a foot or so; her high-heeled shoes made that less striking. And while the both of them could, unkindly, be called skinny, more kindly put they were willowy. Add to that of course that most of these people had never learned ballroom dancing, and she knew at once that people were watching. She ignored it.

"And you know proper dance hold." She sighed, adding a wordless, Of course you do. "I'm used to needing to be the man because men never know how."

[harrowgate]

"You aren't going to the right parties," Felix observed in that dry, posh drawl that poked fun at himself no matter what he actually said. He flowed across the dance floor beautifully, perhaps the only time and place where he knew exactly where his hands and feet were supposed to go. Of course people were going to watch. They were a miniature spectacle all to themselves.

Felix ignored them, too.

"Actually, I'm sure I could get you in to the Cabaline soirees, if you wanted. Yes, they're fussy about other schools of magic in their city, but they do love an ambassador. For certain definitions of 'love' that include deep suspicion and excruciatingly frosty manners. But," he countered himself, "excellent parties."

[akatawitch]

"I can't say I wouldn't be curious," Sunny admitted, though she had to laugh at the idea. "Though I definitely wouldn't have anything to wear to something like that." She paused a beat. "Unless I got ethnic, ethnic makes for an excellent substitute for proper, if only once."

[harrowgate]

"If it would stir up my more stoic colleagues and even possibly cause them to stammer, Shannon and I would gladly sponsor the entire evening," Felix assured her, tracing almost effortlessly through the other dancers. "Half the fun we have at those nights is in finding new ways to make the Old Guard frown and huff. It's wonderfully diverting."

[akatawitch]

"Oh, I see," Sunny said with far too much amusement in her face to be as affronted as her tone was pretending to be. "You only want me for my ability to piss off your associates."

[harrowgate]

"Not only," Felix responded, matching her feigned offense in tone precisely. His eyes were twinkling just as surely.

[akatawitch]

Sunny laughed, bright and too loud for anything pretending at decorum. When she caught her breath she answered, "I suppose I wouldn't mind ruffling some feathers. Bonus if I can keep the tools of my trade out in the open." She referred to her knife, which was always nearby, but always concealed when Lambs were about.

[harrowgate]

"We wear the tools of ours on every finger," Felix commented. He was wearing them tonight, silver rings set with moonstones, though he held Sunny's hand carefully so as not to make it uncomfortable. "I can't imagine denying you the same."

His smile was growing in equal parts delight and wickedness as he thought about this new possibility. "Would you, really? It would ease my mind about you, if you're officially introduced as a, well, visiting colleague. No one's going to get the wild idea that you need to be rounded up for heresy."

[akatawitch]

"Heresy. That's so... Catholic." Only the church had given up on burning heretics centuries ago.

"History of colonialism being what it is, I know I'm not the first Leopard in London and I probably won't be the last." She smiled. "But yes, I would. And that's sweet of you to be concerned about me."

[harrowgate]

Felix did not approve of being called sweet, which was clear in the skeptical eyebrow he quirked, and the purse of his expressive mouth. He spun them in a more complicated circle to somehow express his simultaneous disapproval of the sentiment and appreciation of the compliment. "They won't make it easy on you, but I have no doubt you'll have them eating out of your hands in short order."

[akatawitch]

Sunny didn't so much as misstep, let alone stumble, and the responding quirk of a mouth was an, 'I see what you did there.'

No, Felix was not generally what anyone would call a sweet person. But there were flashes, here and there, that mostly manifested as being amazingly dorky. She didn't plan to say so, however, as she was certain he took his image of society bitch very seriously.

"I get enough at home for being a free agent," she said. Her grandmother had been a woman of talent, but neither of her parents had. "Snobbery is nothing I'm not used to."

[harrowgate]

"Good, then you'll feel right at home in Mirador House," Felix said dryly. He made the Cabalines sound unbearable because it amused him, but clearly, if he thought so poorly of them he wouldn't be on their guiding council. Or bearing their tattoos, or upholding their oaths. "Never fear, I'll introduce you to my friends, as well. Fleur and Sherbourne will take to you straightaway, I'm certain. There are a few of us who aren't withered and gray," he added with a flash of a grin.

[akatawitch]

Sunny knew, since after all it was not so different from the way she talked about her family. She complained constantly, but she loved them. "I should hope so, organizations die out without young blood. Much as they complain about the people who bring it."

She paused a beat. "Next time Orlu's in town," she said, "I'll have to introduce you. That isn't anything nearly so grand, but... Well, I don't know if I'd be the kind of girl who charges through a circle of reporters if he hadn't done the same for me with our classmates when we were kids."

[harrowgate]

Something of Felix's sarcastic bitch-face relaxed at that, because he did truly value the rescue Sunny had offered him on that awful day. He knew he didn't deserve the friendship of someone quite so brave, but it warmed his chilly little heart nonetheless. "Well. I'll have to thank him for that."

[akatawitch]

"And I have to thank you for indulging me," Sunny answered as she heard the song coming to a close. It had been far too long since she'd had a chance to do any ballroom dancing without leading. She didn't mind that exactly so much as much as dancing with someone who knew what they were doing was a very different experience from someone who didn't. "That was fun."

[harrowgate]

When the music ended, Felix stepped back, still clasping one of her hands, and bowed formally -- with a familiar glittering in his eyes. "The pleasure was all mine, darling. Any time you feel the urge to make a spectacle, please consider me a willing partner in crime."

[akatawitch]

Sunny had never been bowed to before, and she had to bite her lip to keep in what was mostly a nervous chuckle. The gallantry of the gesture dictated her answer, "I will not hesitate to call on your services, should I find myself in need."