*Evan, naturally, has arrived early, equipped with a crate of good liquor floating along beside him. Snape can absolutely not be relied upon the own so much as a bottle of Ogden's, much less the orange bitters and sweet vermouth required to make a proper Manhattan out of it. He considered bringing decorations, but ultimately discarded the idea, as he's never known Severus to be any sort of person to enjoy streamers and banners. Besides, Damien will most likely provide them himself, if only to annoy the birthday boy.
He raps smartly upon the door and arranges a beaming smile on his face to greet Severus when he opens the door to show him in.*
Avery doesn't hear any movement behind the door marked '1113' in very faded gold paint, and not being a man of much patience, steps back and gives the door a hard kick. It opens easily, and probably would have which much less force than used, and he walks through the threshold. He sees Snape on the couch, and smiles.*
*Mulciber's grin is just as wide, and the three of them look like a clan of beaming lunatics as they enter the flat. Though he doesn't have streamers or anything of that nature, he does have a bag of fairies in his heavy, black coat. They're rather jumpy, moving this way and that and attempting to use their feeble "magic" to get out, but there's no point, really. Soon they'll end up in pipes and burned to a crisp.
He's only smoked fairies once at a party years ago, but he's excited about another opportunity. Sure, he may have had to go through a dodgy bastard to get it, but sometimes one must go great lengths for glorious highs.*
If I knew that this is the kind of squalor you live in, I would have sent a maid ahead of our arrival.
*He begins moving about the room, casting little charms to clean and tidy and conjuring a small but elegant--and distinctly antique-looking--bar stand. The box of liquor promptly begins unpacking itself onto it.*
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He raps smartly upon the door and arranges a beaming smile on his face to greet Severus when he opens the door to show him in.*
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Knock, knock.
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He's only smoked fairies once at a party years ago, but he's excited about another opportunity. Sure, he may have had to go through a dodgy bastard to get it, but sometimes one must go great lengths for glorious highs.*
Hello, Severus, you beauty.
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*He begins moving about the room, casting little charms to clean and tidy and conjuring a small but elegant--and distinctly antique-looking--bar stand. The box of liquor promptly begins unpacking itself onto it.*
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