Midsummer Bash

[puppy_lancer]

Characters: Lancer, the people he invited to the party, and everyone else who wants to stumble in
Setting: Floor 25, July 5, afternoon
Format: Open
Summary: Lancer throws a party for midsummer, since the Tower obviously needs a breather.
Warnings: None so far.

[To be honest, Lancer wanted to have the party in the evening, sometime around twilight. That would have been the most romantic time for it. Unfortunately, when in the Tower, one had to account for things like monsters. As a result, he had to hold it during the afternoon. But it wasn't too bad of a compromise.]

[This was, of course, a more simple affair than Diarmuid's birthday. For food, he had hauled a couple of tables up here and lined the table with dinner food. The centerpiece was a cake which had a heart drawn on it in red frosting. In one corner of the meadow, he had used some boxes and tarp to make some sort of booth where people could hide from the sun (and steal kisses off of each other). In the center of the meadow, he had piled a large stack of wood, perfect for lighting a bonfire by the party's end. The structures had all been surrounded with wreaths made from the meadow's flowers.]

[As soon as he's done with the setup, Lancer will sit down next to the firewood pile, waiting for people to come.]

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I'm morally obligated to post to this subthread

[silencetoreason]

[France is still a little on-edge about yesterday's events, but he does his best to relax and have a good time at the party. He ends up underneath the tarp when it gets too hot, arms crossed over his chest, shirt half-unbuttoned (because he can't be bothered to worry about things like "decency" in this heat).

He's quick to greet whoever walks by, a charming smile decorating his face.]

My. It's quite hot today, isn't it? [And, yup, that is definitely a flirtatious tone in his voice.]

[marriedthebloke]

...

[Well, color this Englishwoman surprised. Sola-ui had stumbled into the party on this floor, and quickly retreated into the safety of the booth set up.]

Y-yes. It is pretty hot.

[silencetoreason]

[Oh, is that an English accent? France takes note right away. Granted, he's a little nervous about messing with English people knowing that England is already probably furious with him, but he pushes those thoughts to the back of his mind. No use dwelling on stuff like that at a party.]

It's really a struggle to keep myself clothed, you know? [He tosses his hair over his shoulder and chuckles.] A party on a floor with a body of water would have been nice. There is a pool somewhere around here, right?

[marriedthebloke]

There are sources of water on other floors, but...

[She shakes her head.]

I cannot testify to their safety.

[silencetoreason]

That's a common phrase here, it seems. [France gives a labored sigh.] But, no matter. I don't want to think about all the things that could go wrong, hmm?

[He looks her up-and-down, then his eyes land on her face. He raises his eyebrows and smiles, simultaneously smug and flirtatious.]

Let us focus on the positive. For example, the wonderful atmosphere, the even better company... [With a pointed look at her.] It's all coming together nicely, n'est-ce pas?

[marriedthebloke]

Well, the company certainly is lively...

[She notices him looking at her.]

Is...there something on my face?

[silencetoreason]

[That elicits a chuckle from France. Whether she's being naive or deliberately obtuse, it's all the same to him: both can be endearing.]

No, there isn't. [He takes this time to sidle up closer to her. If she doesn't move, they'll be shoulder-to-shoulder.] I was simply stricken by your beauty, my dear.

[marriedthebloke]

[She leans away from him.]

I'm quite married, I'll have you know.

[silencetoreason]

[Oh, merde, every time--

France sighs, smile still in place, and takes a step back. He's not lucking out when it comes to romance in this tower, that's for sure.]

Ah, I'm sorry, mademoiselle. I really should be more sharp-eyed...

[He glances down at her left hand in search of a ring. Careless.]

giving you one more subthread like a late thing - also will be slow because sob event ;w;

[warriorscribe]

Er...yes. *Yeah, he heard that tone. Enoch is spending some time under the tarp, lying down with his head resting on folded arms. Heat is nothing new to him, but he doesn't want to sunburn. He offers the flirtatious man a little smile - he'd seen someone who looks like him some time ago, but he can't remember when or where - it must have been a relatively small encounter, but he seemed more somber than this. Perhaps this is another version, or he's recovered exceptionally well. Or he's just in a very good mood. In any case...

He checks to make sure he's not hogging too much space depending on the demand for it under this tarp, and then looks up at him again.* Am I in your way?

never too late with me!

[silencetoreason]

Not at all, mon ami! There is plenty of room under here for two.

[As a point, France sits down as well. He leans back on his hands and tosses a few stray strands of hair from his face, then fixes the man with that much-too-friendly smile of his.]

Anyway, I could never feel cramped sitting this close to someone so beautiful.

[Is this a new record for hitting on a stranger? It might be a new record.]

[warriorscribe]

Ah... *Enoch looks up at him, smiling a bit awkwardly, like he's thinking of just calling him out on his flirting but unwilling to hurt his feelings.*

I'm flattered.

[silencetoreason]

You should be! But do not worry.

[He puts all his weight on one arm so that he can set his other hand on Enoch's shoulder, assuming he's not stopped.]

I do not need fancy thank yous. Simply knowing that I have expressed my feelings is good enough for me.

[warriorscribe]

*He's not, but Enoch glances at the hand and back up at France, a bit uncertain-looking though not seeming about to react badly.*

Are you this forward with everyone?

[silencetoreason]

Not everyone! [He winks.] Only the really cute ones.

[warriorscribe]

*Well, what can he say? In a place like this, it's almost reassuring to see something so...not ordinary, but...carefree? He laughs.*

And you make it a habit to go after these "really cute ones"?

[silencetoreason]

[There we go, a laugh. He loves the sound of people who aren't completely fed up with his bullshit yet.]

What is life all about, if not to go after the things you find beautiful? Naturally, that extends to beautiful people, too!

/sneaks in, joining

[brbtalkingtogod]

[Lucifel being as pale as he is, and also having a solid body which could get a sunburn, he eventually decided to walk over to the booth. It was shaded just well and it was certainly cooler too.

That he'd have to share this spot... well. Not exactly what he would have wanted but it couldn't be changed.

His shirt was usually unbuttoned half-way, right now it was completely unbuttoned.]

... I suppose.

[... is he being flirted with...?]

[silencetoreason]

[Yes, he is! If it wasn't obvious enough before, the way that France makes a show of staring at Lucifel's bare chest should help him come to that conclusion.]

You do not need to be coy with me. I see you agree.

[It was a sentence could have been as innocent as, "We both had the idea to unbutton our shirts," but the way France winks at him suggests otherwise.]

[brbtalkingtogod]

[Oh goodness... That's a first for him. In Heaven there was no such thing as flirting, no one there knew what it is. He just has the advantage of having seen a flirt happen before during one of his travels to earth.

He can handle this. Somehow.]

What can I say, black just absorbs warmth a bit too well.

[silencetoreason]

You know...

[France sidles up to him until their hips are practically touching. He puts a hand to his mouth as if he's whispering a secret.]

Just between you and me, I would not mind if you took your shirt off entirely. I am sure no one else would, either, with a body like yours.

[brbtalkingtogod]

[That's a lot of personal space that guy is stepping into. Way too much for him to still feel comfortable.]

Oh really?

[silencetoreason]

[If France notices that he's uncomfortable, he doesn't seem to care enough to back off. He's apparently satisfied by how close they are now, though, because he doesn't violate Lucifel's personal space any more.]

Oui! Beautiful people should not be afraid to show themselves off to the world, that is how I see it.

[brbtalkingtogod]

That's... flattering.

[He knows he's looking good, he doesn't have to be told. But where does that leave those who aren't as beautiful in appearance though?]

With whom do I have the pleasure?

[silencetoreason]

Je m'appelle Francis, mon cher. Et vous?

[Either he's too struck by the man's beauty to remember English, or he's deliberately trying to show off. It could go either way at this point.]