Lupercalia

[aureliaofarista]

Pat was at Metody's this lovely February morning with a familiar long tan tunic and a smile.

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[metody_green]

He answered the door with a sleepy smile, clutching a bouquet of red-edged yellow roses. The smell of his powerful, chemical coffee rolled out around him like some kind of slightly offensive fog.

"Hello! These are for you, the yellow symbolizes friendship. And the red is because it looks like fire. Would you like some chai?"

[aureliaofarista]

Pat beams. "I like them very much, thank you." She kisses his cheek. "Chai would be great."

[metody_green]

He holds the door for her, then bounds to make her the chai. It's quick enough; he already had some milk warm for her.

"So I just...stick close to you and do what everyone else does?"

[aureliaofarista]

Pat gratefully accepts.

"That's the plan! Of course, you definitely don't need to do what the guys in goatskin leather are doing, and nothing else is complicated. Mostly, you just have to enjoy the party. You're not allergic to goat, are you?"