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

[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!

[warriorscribe]

*It helps that Enoch has a problem with saying no to someone who means no harm. He doesn't like disappointing people.*

I think we all find our own meanings in life. But if that is yours...

[silencetoreason]

[France takes it upon himself to finish Enoch's sentence.]

...If that is mine, I should hope I find many others who also believe in such a meaning.

[He leans forward a bit, until his nose is less than an inch from Enoch's. This guy really has no concept of personal space.]

Don't you think?

[warriorscribe]

Well- *He blinks, drawing as far back as one can when lying down. He's patient enough to deal with people invading his personal space as long as they aren't a threat, but that doesn't mean everything is welcome.*

...true. You seem like you would get along well with someone I know from home.