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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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.

[pinkscarflady]

I quite agree. It helps to just relax every now and then.

And we have so few chances to get to know our neighbors without the town happening to also be on fire at the time.

[ooeeooahah]

Part of the problem is people disappear, and we never know why... but then there's a new wave that come through.

[ Ilsa frowns inwardly a moment, then shakes off the mood. ]

At least we can socialize, here.

[pinkscarflady]

This town is quite good at psychological warfare. By convincing us that trying to form connections and alliances is pointless because they may be broken up at any time.

But the reality of the situation is that such connections can always be broken up at any time. Life is short and tumultuous. Any number of things might happen, very few of which require the temporal spatial shenanigans this town is so fond of.

[ooeeooahah]

True enough. Carpe diem quam minimum credula postero. I'm not sure if we can trust tomorrow to exist.

Doesn't mean we can't plan for a few "what if"s.

[pinkscarflady]

I'm not too worried about tomorrow's existence. If the town does anything well, it's perpetuation.

[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.

[busy_fists]

My wife's fond of a good gin martini.

[balzams]

I don't think I've had one of those in a while. That sounds pretty good actually!

[busy_fists]

I'll get her to mix you one. Nobody makes 'em like she does.

[balzams]

Thank-you very much.

So... uhm... how is your wife then?

[That's the kind of smalltalk people who have adult lives make, right?]

[busy_fists]

She's looking forward to the game later. It's one of her favorites.

[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.]

[ex_haveaplan64]

(Deadpans back:) I didn't think anybody 'ere would want t' spend that much toime sober if they 'ad t'.

[busy_fists]

Well, it's all a matter of perspective. It's important to find ways to enjoy yourself.

[ex_haveaplan64]

(Or at least off one's face, he thinks.)

Hm. True.

(Tips his hat.)

Don't think we've met before. I'm th' RED Sniper. Just "Red" or "Snoipah" is foine.

[busy_fists]

[Dad does likewise, always happy to meet a fellow hat fancier.]

Joe Egbert. Pleasure to meet you.

[Because let's actually finalize my headcanon'd first name for this guy, since I doubt Homestuck will ever give me one.]

[ex_haveaplan64]

Thanks for th' drinks, and for opening your 'ouse.

((OOC: It'd be kind of funny if his actual name was "Dad", though.))

[busy_fists]

Oh, don't mention it. It's nice to be able to get together like this every once in a while. Almost lets you forget about what kind of place we're in.