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]

[He gives a barking laugh.]

Really? Glad you think so!

[He moves his hand up so he can sling his arm around his brother's shoulder.]

If you run into Kariya, make sure to congratulate him!

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid tilts his head toward his brother, nudging him in the ribs as the other servant settles his arm around his shoulders.]

So am I right in assuming that he is one of the friends whose names you wouldn't tell me earlier? Will you tell me why I am congratulating him or shall I just make something up?

[puppy_lancer]

Yep, he's one of them. And I'd rather have him tell you the details, since it's an important thing for him.

[oathshackledbird]

Fine.

[Diarmuid sighs, looking out over the fire for a moment before deciding to ask another question.]

Will you at least tell me the name of the other person the party is for then?

[puppy_lancer]

...Claudia.

[Very happy smile.]

[oathshackledbird]

[That smile gains first a suspicious look and then a curious one.]

She was very happy when I talked to her earlier. What is she celebrating? She didn't mention anything to me...

[puppy_lancer]

Well, I did say the guests of honor would be Kariya and Claudia.

[Figure it out, bro.]

[oathshackledbird]

Do they know each other? I haven't had the chance to talk to Kariya much lately...

[He's ashamed of this, but at least he knows Kariya has Lancelot to help keep him safe.]

[puppy_lancer]

Yeah, they do. And they've gotten to know each other quite well over the last month.

[oathshackledbird]

What do you mean 'quite well?'

[His eyes narrow at Cu Chulainn.]

I told you what is going on with Kariya and me. If you have been setting him up on blind dates as well...

[puppy_lancer]

Oh come on. I haven't. Haven't been setting anyone up with anyone else after making that promise to you.

[oathshackledbird]

[Relief fills his eyes.]

Thank you. Now tell me, how well is 'quite well?' It almost sounds like you mean they...

Are they...together?

[puppy_lancer]

[He shrugs.]

You'll have to ask Kariya or Claudia to be sure. I don't wanna ruin the surprise.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid rolls his eyes and sighs.]

I take it back, brother. Right now, you are being a terrible host.

[His grin shows he's just teasing. Mostly.]

[puppy_lancer]

[He reaches out to pinch his brother.]

I'm creating an atmosphere here. That's part of the host's duties too.

[oathshackledbird]

Hey!

[Diarmuid scowls at his brother, rubbing the spot that was just pinched.]

I don't remember pinching guests being part of a host's duties!

[puppy_lancer]

I didn't pinch you as a host. I pinched you as my brother.

[He sticks his tongue out as Diarmuid. So there!]

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid reaches out and grabs a hold of his brother's tongue, pulling it.]

How old are you again? I am beginning to think certainly not old enough to be the host of anything.

[puppy_lancer]

Thfoff faff!

[He swats at his brother's hand.]

Yer neen!

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid grins.]

I'm sorry. I am having trouble understanding you. It seems a bird has your tongue.

[He gives his brother's tongue another light pull before letting go.]

You should probably watch where you stick that from now on. Those birds. Once they get a taste of tongue, they really can become a pain...

[puppy_lancer]

[He rubs at his mouth.]

Oh? But when a bird flies into a hound's mouth to bite its tongue, the hound might bite.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid laughs and tweaks his brother's nose.]

That is why the bird waits for the hound to stick his tongue out of his mouth before biting. No intelligent bird would ever fly into a hound's mouth.

[puppy_lancer]

[He frowns, and then decides to get revenge by poking Diarmuid's mole.]

You're getting so much better at this teasing thing. Is Waver giving you lessons?

[oathshackledbird]

Are we talking about the same Waver here?

[Diarmuid lightly bats his brother's hand away.]

The one whose face would crack in half if he ever really smiled?

[He laughs.]

No, if I have learned from anyone it is probably from you so you only have yourself to blame.

[puppy_lancer]

[He joins in Waver's laughter.]

Glad to see I finally got you to loosen up! But watch out. If you turn into my exact duplicate, Waver's head is gonna explode!