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.]

Comments

[puppy_lancer]

Hey, enjoying the party?

[And here's Lancer, chugging down a drink and leaning a little too close to Waver for comfort.]

[fionnuisce]

Well enough, I suppose.

[Waver casually placed two fingers on Lancer's forehead to push him backwards and out of his personal space.]

[puppy_lancer]

Great to hear that. What about my bro? You guys have been sticking together throughout the monster craze, right?

[fionnuisce]

Last we spoke, he seemed perfectly fine. That couldn't have been more than a few days ago, I think.

[puppy_lancer]

He seems fine whenever we talk too.

[He looks around the party.]

So, spotted him yet?

[fionnuisce]

He's got a spectacular talent for acting fine, but if you want me to be specific I think he was actually doing reasonably well.

[Sigh.]

Not yet, no.

[puppy_lancer]

Make sure to stick with him once you spot him.

[He has a naughty grin on his face.]

Midsummer's a good time for couples, after all.

[fionnuisce]

...You have ten seconds to rethink that statement before I start punching you.

[puppy_lancer]

...I've rethought it.

[He rubs at his nose.]

Because Diarmuid is probably gonna punch me too if he's listening.

[fionnuisce]

Good answer. And for the record, we're not a couple. Is that clear?

[puppy_lancer]

Pretty clear.

[He knows Diarmuid has someone he already loves.]

...Do you have anyone you wanna be a couple with, though?

[fionnuisce]

I have more important things to worry about, both here and back home.

And if I did, you would not be on the list of people I'd discuss it with.

[puppy_lancer]

[He shrugs. There's a moment of silence, and then...]

Hey, if you see a guy named Kariya, make sure to tell him congratulations.

[fionnuisce]

...Kariya Matou? Which one, and why?

[puppy_lancer]

The white haired one. It's a special occasion for him.

[fionnuisce]

And are you going to tell me what, or have me walk up to him going 'congratulations on some shit that stupid Lancer didn't bother to explain'?

[puppy_lancer]

I think it would be better to have him tell you. After all, it's his good luck and not mine.

[fionnuisce]

Infuriatingly vague it is, then.

[puppy_lancer]

[He says nothing and only grins.]

[fionnuisce]

...You're such an idiot.