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.

[mentis_reae]

[A slight pause, then:]

No. By no means. And nor would you ever drink in the office.

[dancing_pierrot]

Then why did you suggest it?!

[mentis_reae]

I...didn't. I simply meant that I would be very glad to have you stop by for conversation more often. I didn't mean for drinks.

[dancing_pierrot]

So, you didn't meant to imply that it would be all right because it wasn't explicitly forbidden?

[mentis_reae]

I was trying to make a joke.

[dancing_pierrot]

Strange. I thought jokes were supposed to be funny. [She's smirking as she says it, but it soon turns into a frown.]

If you're too busy to talk to me, I don't expect you to waste your time.

[mentis_reae]

It's -

[He matches her frown with a grimace.]

It wouldn't be a waste of time.

[dancing_pierrot]

[She scowls.]

Stop it.

[mentis_reae]

Franziska, I'm - trying to tell you that...

[He draws in a breath, deeply uncertain how to express himself.]

[dancing_pierrot]

That what? That you're full of nothing but empty platitudes? Don't waste your breath.

[mentis_reae]

[Uneasily, but earnestly, he forges ahead:]

That I respect you a great deal, Franziska. And that I am sorry if my situation here is causing you distress. I burden you with a great deal, and I am aware of that, but it's because I know you're equal to it. [He pauses, because it's not really going the way he'd wanted it to. So:]

I just...I want you to know that...I am always glad to see you. Always.

[dancing_pierrot]

[Her scowl deepens as he continues to speak, and by the time he's done she has a half a mind to walk off entirely. However, there's a certain amount of awareness that remains that makes her realise that what he's just told her may not have been particularly easy to say.]

Do you actually mean that?

[mentis_reae]

[A self-conscious grimace.]

Give me a bit of credit, Franziska. I'm able to lie with a certain degree of eloquence.

[dancing_pierrot]

That's not something you should be bragging about.

[mentis_reae]

[That quiet, subdued wryness fades. He's left just grim and tired and sincere.]

I meant every word. I...You are my - sister. I don't acknowledge that enough.