We Didn't Die Party!

[notasingleword]

Who: Ariel and whoever wants to come!
What: PASTA PARTY!!
Where: Vista Way; Ariel's & Freddie's apartment
When: Sunday Night
Warnings: None but I'll update if needed!



[Sunday morning if you're wandering around Vista Way, you might spot a new flyer hung up around the building. It's everywhere really, so it's hard to miss. Pick one up and you will read (if you understand bad handwriting):]

"You are invited to Ariel's very first pasta party! We'll be celebrating our new home and being alive! Please arrive promptly at dinner time at Ariel's and Freddie's apartment!"

[If you decide to come, you'll find Ariel busy in her kitchen as she's preparing dinner. She made a lot of pasta and meatballs. Like too much. It's ungodly. Hope you're ready to eat a lot! The girl smiles brightly as her guests arrive. She never got to host an after party during their time in the manor, so this is the closest she'll get!

Thanks for coming! I'm so happy to see you!

Comments

[itsthecount]

The execution of french royalty via guillotine. It was quite fun.

[faciliheir]

[considers]

Actually, it was a giant foot.

[itsthecount]

[...]

Kinky. I’m listening.

[faciliheir]

Hard pass. Didn't anybody teach you people manners.

[itsthecount]

My parents did. Unlike you, I am not an orphan.

[well. not that he’s sharing.]

[faciliheir]

[...]

Alright, you've got one whole chance to take that back. Make it count.

[itsthecount]

I will not make anything, no matter how much you use my honorific.

[faciliheir]

Alright.

[which is the moment she picks up the nearest plate of meatballs, empties it, and then throws the plate at his head.]

[itsthecount]

[he somehow manages to duck in time, coming up with eyes aflame.]

You ungrateful little - how dare you attack your dinner guest!

[faciliheir]

Actually, you're not my guest at all-- you're my fiancee's. And you've upset her. [BC ARIEL IS CLEARLY THE ONLY ONE UPSET HERE] So, your life's forfeit. Got it?

[notasingleword]

[Prepare to DIE]

[not_over_yet]

Indeed, considering he's gone so far out of his way to offend royalty--a "count" should expect nothing less.

[ Just hanging out under the couch here. Not above pulling someone else's rank on this guy to make up for an inability to slug him effectively. ]

[itsthecount]

Why, I knew you were a peasant! You even have rodents.

[faciliheir]

Insulting my wife and my father-- you're just on a roll, aren't you.

1/2

[not_over_yet]

[ Basil straightens indignantly, buuuut then Freddie comments and. He's. Very not accustomed to having anyone but himself care about Basil-directed insults? He supposes it makes sense enough, in retrospect, but for now it manages to trip him up a bit. ]

2/2

[not_over_yet]

[ ...What was--oh right, that guy. Coldly: ] This is as much my flat as theirs, and you are decidedly unwelcome. Get out. Last warning.

[ And next, far more pleasantly, to Freddie: ] I've serious doubts he'll comply. The dishes are all a bit in use at the moment--have we any spare forks at hand?

[faciliheir]

I've already wasted enough perfectly good cutlery-- we'll just throw him out. Physically.

[not_over_yet]

Hm, a fair point.

[ He's not going to be very helpful then, probably, he is tiny,, ]

[standingonmyneck]

Guess it was a good idea to come after all.

[Eats a meatball. You eat yours, motherfucker.]

[itsthecount]

You stay out of this, woman.

[standingonmyneck]

I did. From the line of her throw.

[bitch bitch bitch]

[itsthecount]

Wow.