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.]

Comments

[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.

[ex_haveaplan64]

(Deadpans back.) Too bad th' town always schedules something 't remoind us.

[busy_fists]

Well, as my wife would say: 'that's what alcohol is for.'

[ex_haveaplan64]

Indeed.

(Lifts his cup.)

Bottoms up.

[busy_fists]

Cheers.

[Dad raises his glass and drinks down whatever it is he's on now. Probably some wine.]