margarita mixer mingle mlog

[itselbitch]

characters: eliot waugh, and YOU
location: the invincible, bar area
date/time: sept 26, what constitutes eliot's evening, but whatever time it would be for everyone else
content: eliot has way too much tequila and wants to share some of his delicious extra añejo gold with all of you. with a little friendly negotiation, he's taken over the bar and is mixing up drinks for anyone who shows up. kid friendly options available. also there is homemade chips, queso, salsa, and even pan de muertos because eliot's an overachiever. buen provecho!

also there's probably going to be a lime shortage after this until the next ship arrives.
warnings: alcohol, probably some language




Wait, is this a. Party? At The Invincible? Who? What? Why?

Unfortunately, there is no announcement. There aren't even any invitations. It all seems to get set up in the span of minutes, and now there's clearly some sort of fiesta going on. That's all to plan though. See, as an experienced party thrower, Eliot knows no one's actually invited to a good party. The right people just show up, and the rest is history.

So come on over! Have a seat! The smell of fresh food and lime beckons!


THE BAR

Eliot's stationed behind the bar counter, waiting to mix on order whatever you request. Obviously the special today is margaritas, and he's highly recommending it, especially since he's using the good stuff that Beacon seems to have no idea exists, but if you really want to order something else, he'll comply. You filthy heathen.

There are also spirits helping him serve up drinks, but even though he taught them how to make a proper marg, it seems like they're not at all as good at mixing as Eliot is.

Along the bar are various, colorful bowls filled with homemade chips that Eliot whipped up earlier in the day. The bowls are even charmed to keep the chips toasty for so that you don't have to worry about a sad, cold chip! Dipping options include a few varieties of salsa, a refreshing guacamole blend, and a hearty queso.

SEATING AREA

The entire area is decorated in colorful streamers and paper crafts, reminscent of a Mexican festival. Some of the tables have paper-craft skulls colored to look like sugar skulls and there are even a few delicious loaves of pan de muertos waiting to be devoured. "But Eliot! It's not October yet!" No, it's not, but his margarita party is now! Enjoy it anyway!

Of course there are also tables here with chips and your choices of dip. Have at it! He can't possibly eat all these as leftovers, and Quentin doesn't need even more snacks in his diet.

There are some coloring sheets left out on a couple tables too, with markers and crayons available if anyone wants to color any. Eliot thought about using paper cutouts of sugar skulls as decorations before he figured out his paper-craft. While he decided against them, coloring them in might be entertaining for someone else.

Would you also like to make your own paper-craft skull? Well, then lucky you! There are also stencils traced onto paper and (safety) scissors for you to cut them out with. You'll find that they have a tab that slots into a slit to keep it all together without any tape. How fancy is that?

(( this is a mingle log! feel free to make you own top-levels and tag around! eliot is available at the bar for chatting and orders. ))

Comments

[withsadness]

[Mary decides, in that moment, that she's not going to admit that she tripped and messed up her surprise attack. She snakes herself further around his legs, laughing despite his anger.]

Did I scare you?

[evulsed]

Of course not.

[ Who else would it be? Only this stupid girl would have the ignorance to try and sneak up on him. Vanitas raises one boot and puts it against her ribs as she winds her way around his ankles. He doesn't kick her so much as just shove her over and away from him. ]

Trying to get yourself killed, you stupid girl? All you have to do is ask.

[withsadness]

That's mean. Don't call me stupid!

[She tries to shove his foot right back, but of course he's stronger than her and it really doesn't result in much other than her grappling one handed with the bottom of his foot while the other stays latched around his leg.]

[evulsed]

[ He growls when they stay awkwardly tangled together, and Vanitas reaches one hand down to grab her back the back of her shirt— trying to haul her bodily away from his leg. She's like a barnacle, though, so it's easier said than done. ]

Stop being stupid and I won't call you stupid.

[ They're probably starting to look ridiculous, the way Mary won't let go and how Vanitas is doing his best to try and dislodge her. ]

Get off of me.

[withsadness]

No!

[It seems that her determination to keep herself latched onto him is partially being fueled by his own insistence that she do the exact opposite. It begs the question why she decided to do this in the first place, but, you know, some things seem better in the moment.]

Apologize, first!

[She practically hisses like an animal at him, writhing as he tries to get his grip. A part of her knows she's fighting a losing battle, but does that mean she's going to make it easy.]

[evulsed]

[ She has a mean grip, but it doesn't really surprise Vanitas— not when he knows what else those hands are capable of. If he wasn't wearing jeans she'd probably be digging her little nails into his skin and leaving welts behind out of sheer determination.

Frustration surges up in him, sharp and fast, feeling a lot like anger. The Unversed on the chair next to him bristles, and though it doesn't have fur something about the way it swells up makes it seem like it's hackles are lifting and it's preparing to attack. Some part of him is ready to cock back his fist and hit her in the face just to get her to let go— but there are enough people in the room, and Vanitas is socially aware enough, to know that it would never go over well for him.

Despite the fact Vanitas sees her as more than just a little girl, nobody else does, and he's outnumbered in that regard.

He inhales, then turns abruptly away and back toward the counter, putting both fists on top of it to exercise some manner of self control. ]

Fine. Just stay there, see if I care.

[withsadness]

[Those words sound like triumph to Mary. Beaming to herself, she gets comfortable, now fully latched around his leg in a hug. She's his breathing ball and chain...without the chain. Can she do this all day? Absolutely, she can.]

I will!

[And apparently she's going to engage him in conversation like everything's normal.]

This is a party, isn't it? Are you having fun? You're supposed to have fun at parties.

[evulsed]

[ Vanitas closes his eyes, just for a moment, and when he opens them again he tries to refocus on what he'd been doing before. It's not too difficult, however weird it is to have the extra weight and warmth of a person hugging his leg and sitting on his foot.

Maybe if he just ignores her she'll go away?

He rips another piece of bread apart with too much vigor, jostling the plate in the process and stuffs it in his mouth. His enjoyment is rather lost on it now, though, with an audience— even if she isn't looking at what he's doing. ]

[withsadness]

[Mary frowns when he doesn't respond. She stares upward at him, looking more and more put off as he gets on with his business and remains silent.]

Hey, why aren't you talking to me?

[She shakes his leg with her arms.]

Be nice!

[evulsed]

Go bug someone else if you want to talk to someone nice!

[ She's too low down for him to hit, basically sitting on his foot, so he drops pieces of bread on her head in petulant retaliation. ]

They'd be happy to see an irritating little speck like you.

[withsadness]

No, I like talking to you.

[Even though he says so many mean things. Especially when he also does nice things, like feed her bread! Because she's absolutely just assuming these are free reign snacks and starts to pick them out of her air to shove them contentedly into her mouth.]