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

[myblueskies]

Do you not like thinking?

[neverbeamemory]

[Wha-

His eyes narrow and his brow follows. Sephiroth's not sure what Romeo intends but that sounded too close to an insult.]

Watch it, kid.

[myblueskies]

Watch what sir? [Blinking in confusion]

[neverbeamemory]

Your tongue.

[-before someone rips it out for it's insulting-without-knowing. Sephiroth is in a better mood tonight than most or he wouldn't have even stood for this much.]

[myblueskies]

Did I say something bad sir?

[neverbeamemory]

[Sephiroth falls silent. This kid is really starting to irritate him and he's certain that lashing out at such a child while others are watching in the background isn't going to do him any favors.

So instead he steels his jaw against the rising urge to backhand Romeo.]

[myblueskies]

I'm sorry sir I didn't mean to! We don't got to sing if you don't want to.

[neverbeamemory]

[He resists the urge to grumble audibly but his nerve has been poked at too much for him to not move to do something about the little voice behind him.

He makes a sweeping gesture with his arm, clearly indicating that he wants Romeo to leave now. Hopefully he's not stupid enough to ignore it.]

[myblueskies]

[His eyes widened and he scrambled to his feet] I'm really sorry sir! [He leaves quickly, glancing worried looks back at him, sad that he made him angry.]