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]

Hmph. If I were to set a date and a time for when I could come over, would you put that time aside for a visit, barring any extreme circumstances?

[mentis_reae]

[A slight pause as he makes sure she's not about to strike him.]

Without question.

[dancing_pierrot]

Sundays are best.

[mentis_reae]

Then any Sunday. Simply call me first, so that I can make sure to meet you in the right place.

[dancing_pierrot]

Oh? Did you not want me coming over to yours?

[mentis_reae]

No, I mean - so that - so that you don't stop by the office if I'm at home or vice versa.

[dancing_pierrot]

How frequently do you work on Sundays?

[mentis_reae]

Ah...Frequently.

[dancing_pierrot]

You shouldn't. Not unless it's necessary.

[mentis_reae]

It's quite frequently necessary.

[dancing_pierrot]

To be frank, I sometimes doubt your ability to distinguish between 'necessary' and 'possible'.

[mentis_reae]

I have a lot of work to do.

[dancing_pierrot]

You'll be no use to us dead.

[And then she blanches, because she hadn't quite meant to say it like that.]

That is, I would not want you overworking yourself.

[mentis_reae]

[A wince, but because of her expression he takes it as she means it.]

I do not intend to do so.

[dancing_pierrot]

But you already have, haven't you?