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

[sicharia]

[Her smile twitches slightly at his language, but she doesn't chastise him.]

Yes, I think so. This—was another rough month. [She says nothing about her own role in it.] But, I'm thanking you anyway, since you were still the one to take the initiative.

[puppy_lancer]

You're welcome. But it was still Kariya who gave me the idea.

[He holds up a finger.]

Wait a second.

[He'll dash off, and when he comes back a few seconds later, he'll be holding a daisy.]

[sicharia]

Mm, the midsummer part, you mean? [She's fairly sure Kariya wouldn't suggest Lancer's original intent, after all.]

[She blinks when he holds up a finger, looking uncertain, but she does as he says and waits without questioning him. When he returns with the flower, she stares at it, not looking significantly less confused.]

...Ah, what's this for?

[puppy_lancer]

A flower for the guest of honor.

[He holds it out at her.]

[sicharia]

I thought we agreed to drop that, Lancer.

[She doesn't take it.]

[puppy_lancer]

Then just as a friend I wanna wish good fortune to?

[He continues to hold the flower out.]

[sicharia]

[She sighs, sounding resigned but not entirely unhappy.]

All right, all right...

[She takes it now.]

[puppy_lancer]

[He beams at her.]

Come on. I'll get you a drink and some cake. And there's a booth if you wanna stay out of the sun.

[He motions to the "kissing booth."]

Perfect for you and Kariya to sit under, right?

[sicharia]

Oh, you don't need to do that. I'm fine.

[Unthinkingly, she turns the flower in her hands, her gaze following his gesture. She sighs again, sounding more amused this time.]

Hm... Maybe it is.

[It's not like she's shy about kissing him.]

[puppy_lancer]

[He points over to the bonfire.]

And if you stick around all the way until the end, you can see that thing get lit. It'll be awesome!

[sicharia]

I'm sure it will be. I'll stay as long as I can, don't worry.

[puppy_lancer]

Awesome.

[He takes another quick look at the party.]

Is it okay if I leave you by yourself, then? So you can wait for Kariya and have some alone time?

[sicharia]

[............]

Please don't do that.

[She doesn't want to think about Lancer thinking about her and Kariya having alone time.]

[puppy_lancer]

...Do what? Leave?

[sicharia]

Be suggestive about myself and Kariya.

[puppy_lancer]

...Oh, alright.