You Know It's Thriller, Thriller Night~

[deservesabone]

Who: EVERYONE
.When: Saturday Night (fever~)
Where: Club 24
Summary: Halloween party at the Club, ya'll. Drinking, dancing, decorations and costumed tomfoolery.

NOTE: There will be bouncers at the door checking ages. Characters 17+ can buy drinks; characters 13-16 will be hand-stamped to show they can't purchase or drink alcohol; characters 12 and

Comments

[dancing_pierrot]

[Here, Miles. Have big sister approach you, dressed as a witch, drink in one hand, broom in another.]

Nice costume, Miles Edgeworth. You make an almost particularly convincing prosecuting attorney.

[dancing_pierrot]

Am I?

[mentis_reae]

Yes. Of course.

[dancing_pierrot]

Are you not busy?

[mentis_reae]

I am quite frequently, yes.

[dancing_pierrot]

Then you can't say I'm welcome whenever with any sort of guarantee.

[mentis_reae]

[He takes an embarrassed drink, avoiding her gaze.]

No; you will be. I'll set aside my work at any time.

[dancing_pierrot]

When are you home? I'm not going to waste my time coming out there only to find that you've decided to stay at the office all night.

[mentis_reae]

It's...hard to say. I'll be home less often in the coming months.

[dancing_pierrot]

Right. [Her face settles into a frown again, she swirls her drink.] So was there any point to your foolish, empty consolation?

[mentis_reae]

I beg your pardon?

[dancing_pierrot]

Why assure me that my presence would be welcome if you would hardly ever be around to appreciate it?

[mentis_reae]

Your presence would be welcome at the office, too.

[dancing_pierrot]

I don't think I'm allowed to drink there.

[mentis_reae]

Frankly, given the complete lack of supervision we suffer, I'd be very surprised if they even bothered to forbid that.

[dancing_pierrot]

I didn't think you would encourage that sort of behavior.