Snapdragon!

[busy_fists]

Who: Dad, Mom, Latvia, Tsunade, Miakis, Grimsley, and anyone else who likes drinking and setting things on fire.  Basically, if you want to be here, feel free to handwave having talked to Dad and being invited.
When: Backdated to the night of February 11th. See this post for reference.
Where: 311 Miller Street
What: An evening cocktail party followed by a rousing game of snapdragon.  For those who are not familiar with this already, it involves pouring brandy into a bowl of raisins, lighting them on fire, and taking turns pulling them out and eating them.  It's great fun and was apparently popular around the early 1900s for some godawful reason.
Warnings: Drinking and fire.  Let's go with action tags to keep things rolling.  Threadjacking is encouraged.  No thread order necessary.

[Dad recently regained the Sassacre book, and he thought it would be fun to play one of the horrendously dangerous games from it just to see what would happen.  And what better way to enjoy dangerous parlor games for social amusement than with a room full of complete strangers?  That's exactly the scene Dad's setting tonight, so it should be a ripping good time, as the Colonel would say.

Tags should go in the three headers below!  Feel free to mingle.]

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MARVELING AT MOM & DAD'S TERRIFYING DECOR

[busy_fists]

[The guests will be able to easily locate the Egbert household by way of the thirty foot tall granite wizard statue standing on the front lawn.

It doesn't get much better once they get inside, as there are also harlequin statues and dolls and paintings of wizards tastefully arranged around the house.]

[kingofshadows]

[Strife!

In a rather embarrassing five minutes before Mom and Dad notice they have a visitor, Grimsley can be seen attacking the wizard statue with a giant red alligator. Clearly, it is a Golurk hiding in the dark.]

[pinkscarflady]

Pardon me, Sir. I was rather hoping to keep the vandalism to a minimum tonight, if you don't mind.

[kingofshadows]

No need to worry about a thing, madame. I'll be done here before, ah. Before...

Hm.

...

I don't suppose Golurks come in giant wizard formes?

[balzams]

[He runs to the house as fast as he can with a bag of something tucked under his coat. As he reaches the destination he slows to a walk and he can't help but notice the wizard statue outside. Latvia stares up at it rather anxiously, leaving him to walk into the door with an unceremonious thump. He knocks a couple of times to try and cover it up]

I hope I got the right house. Mr... Egbert is it?

I bought the raisins just like you asked.

[busy_fists]

[Dad shows up at the door a few seconds after, opening it up and putting his hand out for a shake as he smiles.]

Yes, that's right. Please, come in and have a seat. We've got cocktails!

[balzams]

[Latvia gladly accepts the handshake, happy that he hadn't been called out on looking like a twelve year old]

Thank-you.

[As he's led inside he stares curiously at the decor]

Is there a story behind all the wizards and jesters? It seems kind of creepy.

[sunnydwithagun]

(Such...interesting decor indeed. Django knows it would be rude to speak ill of the hosts and their decorations, so he simply says nothing about them. He would knock, but he's just staring down that wizard statue as if it were making faces at him.)

This...must be the site for the gathering, then?

[busy_fists]

[It takes Dad a bit to show up at the door, only noticing they have a guest by the shadows outside the window.]

Oh, you must be here for the party.

[sunnydwithagun]

Indeed I am. I'm Django; a pleasure to meet you, sir.

(He must always be proper and respectful. Always.)

[godaime]

[ Tsunade noticed the statue with relative ease and disregarded it chalking it up to something that may not be entirely under their influence, but the giant indoor statues, paintings and wizards earn her a very surprised look as she turns around repeatedly observing the ... interesting decor. ]

Huh. I wonder what these are... [ She paces through the room attempting to navigate through the decorations. Noticeably, she has two gifts in her hand and her pet pig is walking alongside her. ]

[busy_fists]

Cute, aren't they?

[Here's Dad, admiring a harlequin statue.]

[godaime]

They're ... [ God. What the hell is this supposed to be?! ] something. What are they supposed to be? I haven't seen these back home ever. [ Going in her collection of weirdest statues ever, along with her daddy and his hated rival being carved into two giant statues on opposite ends of a waterfall. ]

EVENING COCKTAILS

[busy_fists]

[In the living room, Mom has a rather impressive collection of every kind of wine and hard liquor Mayfield sells set up for the enjoyment of the guests. In addition to the couch, love seat, and easy chair, they have also pulled in some chairs from the kitchen area to provide additional seating. Dad's also provided some beer for those interested in some lighter libations, and there are also several cakes of various flavors for the guests to enjoy.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa shows up bearing gifts. ]

When I heard it was a Snapdragon party, I thought you might enjoy trying a liqueur from about the same timeframe. This is one from my multi-great grandmother's recipe book.

[pinkscarflady]

[Always interested in liquor, period specific or otherwise.]

Oh my, we are getting authentic, aren't we? Thank you very very much.

[ooeeooahah]

I think we needed something like this sort of gathering, no agenda but to have a good time.

[balzams]

[Latvia browses the selection of liquor with great interest. There's so much to chose from it's hard to decide. All of them isn't a valid option and he deliberates further whilst muttering under his breath]

Should I try something new, or go with something I like? Hmm...

[busy_fists]

Feel free to try whatever you like, we've always got a lot stocked.

[balzams]

Do you have any recommendations? I really can't decide.

[ex_haveaplan64]

(Going straight for the hard liquor.)

[busy_fists]

Now there's a man who knows what he wants out of life!

[Dad gives a good-natured laugh.]

SNAPDRAGON

[busy_fists]

[Well, here it is, the main event. Everyone should be nice and soused by this point in the evening - as they should be to even conceive of this game as a good idea. Dad gets things started by pouring the brandy over the bowl of raisins, using his lighter to set the thing ablaze. Guests are arranged around the dining room table.]

Well, who's first?

[kingofshadows]

Shall our good hosts demonstrate for us new players?

[If Grimsley had his way, he would live in a perpetual state of mild inebriation. He still seems to be functioning rather well, though he displays a nice rosy flush.]

[pinkscarflady]

Gladly.

[She sips her martini, and then carefully sets it on an end table. She then reaches for the bowl, expertly plucking a raisin from the pile. Its like she can't even feel the flames. Maybe she can't, given how many cocktails she's had. Mom is a master of drunken games.]

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