Open: In a shout of joy at the only shrine where you come benighted and leave benign

[vineleaves]

Dark has come and gone again, which means it’s time to party.

In some ways the party is very similar to last year’s - same large banquet room in the mansion, a similarly large abundance of food and drink, and the promise of a night full of letting loose for everyone in attendance. It’s far from a direct clone of the previous party though. For starters, Dionysus has had Claudius help him in all of the planning (sometimes a god’s blessings come in the form of enrichment for one’s enclosure). They’ve gotten several of the mansion’s residents to agree to play live music during the night, and Dionysus was able to find some, ah, more widely appreciated CDs to play during the breaks between performers.

The room has been decorated to the nines again, but where last year he had green vines draping on the walls diffusing the glow from the twinkling fairy lights, this year he has strung up swooping vines of silver, glittering almost like tinsel. The large food tables have an almost ridiculous amount of things to munch on; there should be something for everyone there.

It should go without saying that the beverage tables are well-stocked, considering the host.

The festivities are starting a little earlier this year than last, out of respect for those who may or may not have earlier bedtimes. Come dressed in your finest, it’s a yearly tradition now!




Just as there was last year, there is to be an ‘after party’. If your character is part of the standard Orgy Invite Crew, they will have received another invitation to that half of the evening as well. Just like last year, this part of the event is to be handwaved, for obvious reasons.

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[sagramore]

At some point after Magnus has left with Sunny, both of them having reached their saturation point with large indoor gatherings, Sagramore comes up behind his husband and gives his backside a firm squeeze. "How dost thou?"

[timebethine]

Laertes (by now very slightly tipsy) leans back to sling an arm around Sagramore's neck and drag him closer. "Very well, but better in thine ardent hands," he says.

[sagramore]

"No man more ardent. Thou art perfect." He presses a kiss to Laertes' jaw. He's still sober, having managed to stick to his one glass rule, although it hasn't exactly been easy, and being around Laertes provides some relief.

[timebethine]

"Thou wilt make a spectacle of us," says Laertes, not at all disapprovingly. He catches Sagramore's hand and holds it to his hip, swaying a little to the drifting music. "Our children are abed, but poor Dinadan may despise us--"

[sagramore]

"Dinadan could choose to cease being my best friend at any moment, but he has not," settling Laertes against himself (and his hand where it was directed) so he can sway along.

[timebethine]

Laertes nuzzles Sagramore's jaw, his cheek; he grazes a kiss over Sagramore's lips, mostly by accident. "Thou wilt have to hold me up--I languish," he says. (He does not appear to be languishing.)

[sagramore]

"Nay, I will not let thee languish. Needst thou something cool to drink?"

[timebethine]

"Nay, something hot to eat."

[sagramore]

"Who shall I fetch for thee?"

[timebethine]

"My husband." Another soft kiss. "No finer meal than he."

[sagramore]

He nuzzles against Laertes' cheek. "Wilt thou devour me here and now?"

[timebethine]

The roughness of his beard tickles; Laertes laughs, his shoulders drawing in. "Nay, I'm saving my appetite."

[sagramore]

"How good thou art! Not even a taste?"

[timebethine]

Laertes wriggles a little in his arms, bare shoulders rubbing against the soft mesh of Sagramore's shirt. "Perhaps a taste--"

[sagramore]

This wriggling makes the mesh slide over Sagramore's nipples, and his laugh is as much a gasp. "Shall I bend my neck for thy tongue?"

[timebethine]

"Nay, I know a better spot," says Laertes, and untangles himself long enough to lead Sagramore away.