Closed | Tonight We're Gonna Party
Who: Balthier
portolan, David
helpdesk_hero, Bart
kid_flash_found, Otto
doctopoda, MCU Peter
tinglesense, Strange
rehandle, Loki
ikols, Billy
wordiness, Eddie
slidesrightoff, Aleks
morozova and any +1s I missed
What: A fancy dinner party at Balthier’s house
When: May 14
Where: Balthier’s House
Entry
Living Room
Kitchen
// generally beautifully restored historic late 1800s building in muted green and gold accents with antique furniture. pls compliment or insult him //
Content Warnings: none yet
[ The antique table has both leaves in it, extending from the dining room into the living room with twelve chairs around it. It's got a stately tablecloth and pale gold napkins. All the places are set with white china trimmed in gold, except one, which is green and gold and clearly for Loki, with a matching cup. There are name cards. There's a seating chart. The far wall of the dining room sports a buffet laden with stunning food in matching dishes, and the kitchen counter serves as a bar with a ridiculous amount of nice wine and alcohol.
The furniture in the living room has been rearranged to accommodate the table. The windows and doors are open to create a breeze and the back porch has additional seating. If people are looking for privacy, they can disappear to the basement, which is just a storage room, bathroom, and laundry unit, or upstairs where there is a loft study, a bathroom, and two bedrooms. One is locked. There are no bathrooms on the ground floor so excuses abound.
There’s also Romantic piano music playing on an honest-to-God gramophone. The whole house is restored original wood, antique furniture, old books, and nice art. Balthier is extremely pleased with his ship-like house and happy to finally show it off. He also asked Strange to enchant it to make it more or less metaproof for the evening.
TLDR:
-There will be a fine meal and plenty of alcohol
-Balthier will be giving Loki poison as condiments at some point (don’t @ him David and Billy) ((definitely @ him))
-There’s music if anyone wants to dance
-There are private places to slip into
-The house has been metaproofed to some extent by Stephen but Balthier will frown upon breaking his stuff
-Chaos pls
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What: A fancy dinner party at Balthier’s house
When: May 14
Where: Balthier’s House
Entry
Living Room
Kitchen
// generally beautifully restored historic late 1800s building in muted green and gold accents with antique furniture. pls compliment or insult him //
Content Warnings: none yet
[ The antique table has both leaves in it, extending from the dining room into the living room with twelve chairs around it. It's got a stately tablecloth and pale gold napkins. All the places are set with white china trimmed in gold, except one, which is green and gold and clearly for Loki, with a matching cup. There are name cards. There's a seating chart. The far wall of the dining room sports a buffet laden with stunning food in matching dishes, and the kitchen counter serves as a bar with a ridiculous amount of nice wine and alcohol.
The furniture in the living room has been rearranged to accommodate the table. The windows and doors are open to create a breeze and the back porch has additional seating. If people are looking for privacy, they can disappear to the basement, which is just a storage room, bathroom, and laundry unit, or upstairs where there is a loft study, a bathroom, and two bedrooms. One is locked. There are no bathrooms on the ground floor so excuses abound.
There’s also Romantic piano music playing on an honest-to-God gramophone. The whole house is restored original wood, antique furniture, old books, and nice art. Balthier is extremely pleased with his ship-like house and happy to finally show it off. He also asked Strange to enchant it to make it more or less metaproof for the evening.
TLDR:
-There will be a fine meal and plenty of alcohol
-Balthier will be giving Loki poison as condiments at some point (don’t @ him David and Billy) ((definitely @ him))
-There’s music if anyone wants to dance
-There are private places to slip into
-The house has been metaproofed to some extent by Stephen but Balthier will frown upon breaking his stuff
-Chaos pls
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David [A Host] | OTA
Two days David's been working on this. Two days and he refuses to let it be fucked up. He'd made appetizers and main courses and side dishes (and bought desserts because baking what even is that), and all of it to impress. Which was why, even as guests arrived, he was fussing over the serving bar with the foods laid out on it. Did he look nervous? Yes, he very much did. There were people here he didn't know, friends of Balthier, and he wanted to impress them. Hell, he didn't even know entirely who was coming.
"Maybe I should have made more vegetarian canapés. I do still have some of the bread, and there's mushrooms. I could do mushroom and bell pepper..."
Someone stop him before he cooks again.
II. Good Drinks Make Good Friends
In time he calms down, due in no small part to the to mixed drink in his hand, David does the proper thing. Which is walking up to people, familiar and otherwise, with a warm smile.
"I'm going to sound so much like a strained opening comment, but I promise it's genuine. How are you doing?"
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Which is true. Laurie's adjusting, still. She's trying to wade through her days carefully, trying to get better at deciding what moves to make, trying to feel out what might be progress. She still wants progress, she just-- Some things are moving quickly and some things feel like a slog, and she not sure how she can possibly feel so ill-equipped, but here she is.
She feels bad about being here without Josh, that the little snag of distance between the three of them feels like it's in danger of ripping open, little by little. But that's also her stupid emotional fragility in these matters, her extensive history of crushing loneliness, and the fact that she feels a little odd-one-out at this particular party.
But she's okay. She's intact. Her hair and her makeup came out great, and she'd miraculously thrifted a well-balanced party dress. She is, mirroring David, very much into keeping a drink in-hand.
She glances around the party and jokes, "Am I the only woman you know?"
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"Trust me, that wasn't the original plan, it's just what happened. The idea was that we'd both invite a few people we knew, encourage people to mingle. We just didn't expect to mostly know, you know, guys."
And honestly, David didn't have a lot of female friends. Laurie, who he had worried would not want to be around the boyfriend she had suggested David might be moving too fast with, or Allison who wasn't available. Or Doreen. And Doreen had not really had the vides for this sorta party.
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Anyway... "How are you, apart from strained from a reach for dinner party perfection?"
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"I'm good Laurie, except for the doghouse with Josh thing. I like my job. I love my partner, and I'm feeling more confident in my skin. And it doesn't make sense that it's all come out here for me in this moment of time, and yet here it is. One of the happiest times in my life."
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She leans back, shoulders against the wall, and takes a drink, crushing a bit bit of ice in her teeth idly. It gives her a moment to try and think of something better to say.
"It's already worth preserving, then."
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Nerves. He feels like he's off balance with her, and David's shit at fixing these sort of things.
"You know, if you're not comfortable here, if you want, we could slip out. I don't know, maybe it would be good for me to escape my own party. I think I saw Balthier setting up a separate plate of food for Loki and I tell you what, that's terrifying."
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He'll be pulled away to greet guests and show the house, he knows, and he'd like David to be settled somewhere with a drink before that, lest he try to start cooking again.
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"I'm trying," he says. "I've never done something like this before."
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Balthier turns him around, partly so he can't reach any tools, and partly so David is more inclined to look at him. "You have made a beautiful spread of food that, while it will never reach your expectations, has far exceeded mine. Now trust my expertise when I say this part requires you to step away from the kitchen."
He cups David's face in his hand, voice softer. "You helped me with something I don't know how to do this week. Let me help you, too." Not that dinner parties are on par with complete breakdowns over childhood trauma, but, the spirit of partnership is.
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"I suppose I need to socialize now."
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"Go sit in one of the chairs, looking dazzling, and don't get up until you finish this." He's already mixed David something he likes -- he has of course paid attention to his love's tastes. And he knew better than giving David an instruction and then an opportunity to talk his way out of it. That's just how he was when he was flustered.
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"Eddie and Peter crashing here tonight?"
Peter, at least, wasn't affiliated, traveling had to be harder on them. Unless Loki had helped out. David didn't know for certain.
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"You need to calm down. Should I get you a glass of wine? Maybe something stronger? I promise you've done amazing. You always do."
He worried about his best friends sometimes. And sometimes what it said about him. But right now, well, he just wanted to be there for his friend.
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"I'm going to pass on wine," he promises Bart. "though I don't doubt Balthier will make me drink something too. Thank you for your faith though. This was somehow harder than the Thanksgiving thing."
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He knows what it's like to always be second-guessing. He has his own insecurities, and David will call him on it quickly enough. "So far the stuff I've tried is at least as good as some of the society events I went to with Aunt Joan in Denver. And I doubt you're going to run out of mixers half-way through because everyone wants a drink in their hand to schmooze, but nobody wants to risk getting drunk at altitude."
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The drinks, though, he shrugs over. That was Balthier's work and he didn't care of people had to have water. He preferred that at parties anyway.
"So, are you enjoying yourself so far?"
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That last is an understatement. He might have wished he had more people his age, but...well, there's always that counter of what age that actually is.
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"Are you saying I"m charming?"
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Doc Ock, in ya house! Otto's a little bit surprised to see David here as he arrives, and it would appear that the feeling is mutual. Despite that, it sure looks like David's pulling host duty right now. "Are you the David Balthier's talked about? Small world." Balthier has certainly mentioned his boyfriend before, but never in great detail, and David is a common enough name that he'd never even thought twice about it.
(For the record, it's been long enough that he's had plenty of time to forward David the notes he promised. They were very thorough; Otto's nothing if not meticulous!)
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"Indeed I am. And the chef in charge of today. I presume you're why one of the chairs were retired for the night," he answered. "It's good to have you here. Balthier's mentioned you."
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He hadn't even considered that Balthier might have made accommodations for him like that. It's...nice.
"Glad to be here," he says, turning his attention back to David. One of the actuators is watching him as well, though its posture seems casual; the others are idly hovering in place, only one appearing to observe the other guests. "You cook?"
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The damn man was too considerate and David loved him for it.
"Yes, my father was a professional chef. I learned a lot from him, intentionally and otherwise. It's a pleasure to trot the skills out."
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But he doesn't want to drag down the night, or tank his own mood ten seconds after arriving. "I look forward to trying your food," he says, bottling all of that right back up. "That's a good talent to have. I've only ever been an average cook at best."
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"Cooking is, except for the parts that are chemistry, just about practice."
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GOD technobabble is hard
for us both
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