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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[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.

[balzams]

The game?

Oh, that game!

[Which game? Latvia remembered them mentioning it on the phone but he didn't remember the name]

How do you play? If you don't mind me asking.

[busy_fists]

Well, first you fill a bowl full of raisins. Then you pour brandy over them and light them on fire. And then everyone takes turns pulling them out one by one.

[balzams]

And it's a drinking game?

I-isn't that a little dangerous?

[busy_fists]

Well, of course it's dangerous. That's the whole point, really.

[balzams]

[Somehow it wasn't quite the way he imagined an adult gathering to go]

That seems... kind of irresponsible.

But you did say you'd played it before, right? How did that go?

[busy_fists]

...About how you might expect, I suppose.

[balzams]

Y-you're prepared for it though, right? Even if someone gets hurt...

[busy_fists]

Of course! Nothing to worry about. We've got a fire extinguisher in the kitchen.

[balzams]

[He laughs nervously]

Ah, that's a relief.

So... about that gin martini.

[It probably isn't good to be frank but this is the first opportunity he's had in over a month to get something to drink and he's getting impatient]

[busy_fists]

Oh, right! Just a minute.

[He heads off to confer with Mom for a few minutes, and comes back with an expertly mixed gin martini.]

There you are.

[balzams]

Thank-you so much!

[His eyes are practically sparkling as he takes the glass. As one of many unwise decisions he will make in his lifetime, Latvia tries to down the lot in one go only to end up coughing and spluttering. Somehow it seemed a lot more potent than he remembered it]

[busy_fists]

Hey, whoa, slow down a little!

[balzams]

I-I'm okay!

[Coughs]

It's just been a while, that's all...

[busy_fists]

No harm in taking it slow.

[balzams]

I'll keep that in mind.

[It seems strange to him but for once Latvia thinks that it'd be better to just take it easy on the alcohol]

If you don't mind me asking, where did you obtain all this alcohol. A friend of mine told me it's no better than tap water in Mayfield. Or maybe he just has high standards...

[busy_fists]

As far as I know, she got it at the liquor store here in town. But she's always been very talented at the fine art of mixology, so that might account for the taste.

[balzams]

Hmm, that doesn't sound like a bad idea actually.

It's been a while since I did any home brewing. I wonder if I can still remember how to do it.

[busy_fists]

Can't help you there. That's always been the wife's specialty. But it's worth a try, right?

[balzams]

I guess it's not like I have anything to lose.

[busy_fists]

That's the spirit.