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

[abrightboy]

Malcolm was watching Neal make a cocktail for someone and to someone paying attention, it's probably obvious he's quite smitten and not transfixed out of an interest in mixology.

Eric's arrival draws his attention away from Neal's nimble fingers, though.

"Um. You're standing up. ...Mostly," he concedes. "Might be time to take a little water break," he recommends. "Would you like me to get you one?"

[mistersquirrels]

"Mostly! That's great!" Mostly is pretty good, all things considered.

Even in his rather...beleaguered state he does notice the look that Malcolm gives Neal. Aww...he wonders if he should say something. Is there something going on? He hopes there's something going on.

"I...you think I should? That would stop the spinning, right?"

[abrightboy]

“Time will stop the spinning,” Malcolm tells him. “Water will stop the headache.” Technically. He holds up a finger for the man to wait, then disappears into the kitchen, returning with a glass of water. He reaches over the bar and snags a lemon wedge from a bowl near Neal’s elbow, drops it in the glass, then hands it over. “One water, neat, with a twist.”

[mistersquirrels]

"You don't have a glass of Time there, do you?"

Eric laughs, but he's also totally serious. That's a thing, right? ...it's also just a little hard to think right now. Oh well. Stopping the headache is also a good thing and he takes the water happily.

"Thanks, man. Here's to one headache going away!"

[abrightboy]

"Sadly, no. But we'll make sure you get home okay. Do you stay at the ADI apartments or somewhere else?" Malcolm asks, tilting the one glass of scotch he's been nursing all evening against the man's glass.

[mistersquirrels]

Alas. Oh well, he'll have to deal with regular time instead.

"Cool. That's real nice of you. I live in the apartments," he says after clinking his glass with the other man's and downing a good portion of the water. "They're not bad apartments, as apartments go. It could always be worse, I guess. Like my old apartment back home? You could have a roommate you have a crush on that falls in love with your other roommate...Rachel!" He squeaks out a name.

[abrightboy]

"That does sound like a particularly tough time," Malcolm agrees. He extends his hand. "I'm Malcolm. Malcolm Bright. I'm Meredith's roommate."

[mistersquirrels]

"It was...so tough." It also might sound like he's about to cry. "And she and Jack moved away and I'll never see 'em again. Jack!"

Except handshakes are good and he pulls himself together enough to shake his hand.

"Eric Matthews. You can call me Eric because that's my name and most people do anyway."

[abrightboy]

"It's nice to meet you. Why do you think you'll never see them again?" Malcolm asks curiously. "Did they move far? There's no way to keep in touch?"

[mistersquirrels]

"Nice to meet you, man."

He nods.

"They're from my world, and they joined the Peace Corps. Even if I get out of this world, who knows where they'll go. Someplace far away like Canada or Boston."

A sigh.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm nods. "Where are you from? Do I hear..." He considers it. "Philly?"

[mistersquirrels]

"Heeeeey! You got it in one!"

Eric would have pointed his fingers at him but he can't quite coordinate doing so and holding a water at the same time, and nearly drops it. Phew, that was close...

"I just graduated college, but born and raised."

[abrightboy]

“I grew up in New York,” Malcolm tells him. “What did you take in college?”