Happy Birthday to Meeerrrrrreeeeeeeeee [Open Mingle]

[abrightboy]

Who: The residents of ADI Apt B1 and YOU.
When: January 18th, from early evening onward.
Where: Apartment B1 at the ADI complex.
Summary: Tim Drake discovered Meredith Idlewild's birthday is today (by snooping in her stuff) and her boys decided to throw her a little surprise celebration since she, you know, looks after them and shit. Ofc neither of them knows how to do that, really, so Malcolm has recruited Neal Caffrey as Party Planner.
Warnings: To be added as necessary but none to start.


Thanks to Neal's intervention, the party Malcolm and Tim are throwing for Meredith is very nice, with tasteful decorations and good wine, alongside fancy finger foods and even fancier cocktails. Neal mans the 'bar' personally, mixing drinks for anyone who'd like to try one.

Malcolm and Tim will try to be social. It's for Meredith.

They did use Tim's connections, too. He recruited Jeff to slip invites onto people's desks if they work at ADI and take some over to Bonnie's. Meredith deserves maximum appreciation. The invites instructed everyone not to say anything to Meredith. When she comes home, it's meant to surprise her.

Early evening: SURPRISE!
When Meredith gets home, get ready to shout!

Mid-evening
Mix, mingle, eat and drink.

Late-evening
Your hosts will arrange a cab if you can't make it home; they already have a police lieutenant sleeping on their couch and tonight has been a lot of peopling for them. If they need to carry you down there... they're more capable of it than their slight frames would suggest.

Comments

cw: death, monstrous transformation

[wolfssegen]

"Well, that was in poor taste." he says, a brow raising, "Especially after all that trouble. People really turned into their costumes? Sounds like a nightmare."

After a moment, he laughs, shakes his head, "Would've been a really shitty birthday if I'd been here."

[henchgal]

"Your birthday is Halloween?" There's a moment of mental math. "I wouldn't have guessed you as a Scorpio."

[wolfssegen]

"Yep. I was cursed at birth with a few things. Birthday on a holiday. The name 'Chester Fields.' Bad parents."

A little laugh, and he shakes his head again, "Why not?"

[henchgal]

"Scorpios are sexy, that's a thing, but they don't tend to value family, and you wouldn't describe them as even-keeled. You're...steady. I can't see you flying off the handle for the sake of flying off the handle."

A smirk. "And I don't think Chester Fields is all that bad, as far as names go."

[wolfssegen]

"I guess you've got me there. Then again, besides my little brother I didn't value my family or origin all that much. Like I said, bad parents. And I've got to be steady for my pack. I can tell you that sometimes I'm just dying to fly off the handle."

She smirks at him, and he laughs, abruptly, "I mean, I'm named after a couch. And you shouldn't smirk at me like that. It's sexy."

[henchgal]

"And in a party like this, me being sexy would be awfully unkind."

Remember how she has that hand on his thigh? A fingernail gently strokes against the fabric of his pants. Slowly, subtly, quietly.

[wolfssegen]

"It really, really would be. Then again, you are the birthday girl, you can do whatever you want."

A little laugh, and his gold eyes flick down to where her fingernail is scraping against the grain of his jeans, sending pleasant little vibrations up and down his thigh.

[henchgal]

"Well. Certain things are a little rude to do in the middle of the party."

Not that that's stopping her.

[wolfssegen]

It's obviously not stopping her. Ches is acutely aware of the slow scrape of her nail against the denim of his jeans and the way the vibration feels against his thigh.

"This party is in your honour. Are you even able to be rude here?"

[henchgal]

"Is that how it works? Back home, no one throws parties in my honor."

She stops teasing, letting her hand come to rest again.

[wolfssegen]

"Far as I'm concerned, that's how it should work. I mean, unless you started being really hurtful or something."

A pause, and a sip of whiskey, and then he continues.

"Speaking of which, I have a confession to make."

[henchgal]

"What kind of confession is that?" She tilts her head to one side, smile dimming but not disappearing completely. After all, if he's saying this in the middle of a party, it can't be too much of a Thing.

[wolfssegen]

"A shocking one." he says, his brows raising and a slightly humorous expression on his face, "When we were talking on the network, I wasn't actually all that interested in learning about admin stuff. Mostly I just wanted to meet you."

[henchgal]

That doesn't actually surprise her. She'd told Aelwyn that Ches was most drawn to competence (though her phrasing had been more casual then).

"So was everything else worth suffering through the lesson anyway?"

[wolfssegen]

"I don't know what you're talking about. The lesson was enlightening. I'm actually going to use some of those techniques to keep the pack emails and stuff organized once I get back home. Don't imagine I'll get enough stuff going on here to bother beyond my journal, though."

A little grin, and he leans in, eyes locking with hers, "It was more than worth it though."

[henchgal]

Meredith meets him halfway, for a soft, light kiss. No, they're not going to have a full makeout sesh in the middle of her birthday, but one kiss won't hurt anything. It's not like anyone's paying too close attention, right?

[wolfssegen]

Ches returns the kiss, quick and light and easy. After he pulls back a little bit, he smiles at her.

"Mm, nice. I am glad I came after all."