Fast Eddie's, Friday Night

[furnaceface]

Jono had threatened to drag Hannibal off to do something for his birthday, and really, there hadn't been many stipulations set down, beyond not deliberately increasing the population of the flamingos on Hannibal's lawn, given how old he was turning today. Jonothon was pretty certain he'd managed that much, and while he'd wanted to do something that was fiftieth-birthday-for-a-cultured-man appropriate, all that he'd been able to book, was... well...

//I won't make you put on the bowling shoes if you agree to play a round of billiards with me, mate.//

And he wouldn't even dream of trying to get Hannibal to eat the greasy arcade food. He knew better than that.

//I'll make it up to you? Er. Happy birthday.//

[OOC: Open party is open!]

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Arrive/Mingle!

[furnaceface]

For anyone in on the whole 'oh god Hannibal is getting old' thing!

... Jono didn't phrase it that way, though.

Re: Arrive/Mingle!

[sharp_as_knives]

"Thank you. I think." You were getting such a side-eye, Jono. "Billiards it is."

Re: Arrive/Mingle!

[furnaceface]

//I was going to try to maybe make room in the Boards for something, with proper decorating and all, but, er, Dracula's zombie staff...//

He just waved a hand as if doing so would better punctuate what he was trying to get at, here, without him coming off as... zombie racist? Was that a thing? Being biased against the living-impaired? They kept rotting into things, and given a choice between zombie rot and greasy fries, there had been a clear winner, was all.

//I really will make it up to you,// he added, shrugging his shoulders. //It was either this, or else I find some way to keep people from making up the difference with the pink birds living on your lawn, and this seemed like the lesser of the two evils.//

Re: Arrive/Mingle!

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"Happy Whatever Birthday This Is, doc," Kenzi said breezily, putting down a brightly wrapped package (http://www.neuhauschocolate.com/haute-patisserie-27-pcs/belgian-chocolate-en.htm?cu=doll). "And if you don't want it, I do!"

Re: Arrive/Mingle!

[furnaceface]

[Continued from the end of the same thread because ahaha we broke everything!]

//You mean the two I'm going to have to move your fourteen to get at?// Jono surveyed the table, taking in the situation, there. //That two?//

So help him, he was half-tempted to try anyway, and he knew damn well what Hannibal was playing at.

Re: Arrive/Mingle!

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie had thought she was coming to Fast Eddie's for some bowling fun. But perhaps a subtle Pinkie-sense had been tingling. The sense that said "somewhere there is a party happening with no silly hats".

Either way, she was at Fast Eddie's, had spotted the party going on, and was determined to make sure it happened right.

Would anypony like a balloon?

Re: Arrive/Mingle!

[nuclear_snide]

Oo, a party? Very nice!

Bob was just going to walk around and ogle everything.

Re: Arrive/Mingle!

[trigons_child]

Raven wouldn't miss a party for Hannibal, of course.

She wasn't going to put on bowling shoes, though.

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[angelo_wings]

Rinoa was sick. Rinoa was not exactly happy about being sick. Shouldn't being a Sorceress keep her from things so pedestrian as average winter colds? For some reason, healing spells worked better on, like, big bloody gashes than clogged sinuses. Or else she wasn't doing it right. Either way, it wasn't helping her mood.

She'd missed class this morning, somehow? She'd taken lots and lots of cough medicine last night and had surfaced sometime early afternoon to discover that nobody had woken her up. Squall claimed he'd tried, but he was probably lying. That wasn't helping her mood, either.

At least she was out of bed. She had showered. She didn't stink or anything. She'd even gotten dressed. Look how festive she was!

"I'm not wearing those shoes," she grumbled.

Rinoa was going to be the life of the party.

(METHOD RP UP IN THIS BITCH)

Re: Arrive/Mingle!

[sharp_as_knives]

[Continued from here.]


"It would be a dull game with only one of us playing," Hannibal answered, amused.

Bowling/Arcade!

[furnaceface]

Because at least by having the party here, Jono didn't have to spend much time arranging for entertainment?

Re: Bowling/Arcade!

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie had originally come here tonight to bowl, so bowl she did.

She achieved some truly stellar, nigh-yoga-ian poses as she did so. And rolled a perfect strike almost* every time.

* once or twice she got a seven-ten split, just so she could get the spare in the most spectacular earth-physics defying manner possible.

Re: Bowling/Arcade!

[angelo_wings]

It was really, really childish to just sort of drop the ball and then use small Air spells to direct it down the bowling lane.

She was sort of hoping someone would catch her doing it, so they could yell, and then she could throw a proper stroppy fit.

Food!

[furnaceface]

... Typical arcade concession stand fare with cheap beer. This is a party thrown for Hannibal, not by him.

Jono did at least manage to arrange for some handwavey gourmet hors d'oeuvres, though, courtesy of Karla's cook back in Glacia. So at least something here is edible.

He also swears to god he had nothing to do with the cake.

Re: Food!

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal was going to get a plate (paper?? SIGH) and stash a number of Ermengarde's contributions on it. Anything not on that plate, he wasn't eating.

Anybody trying to take his food would get forked. With prejudice.

"And who made the cake?" he asked Jono.

The Birthday Boy!

[furnaceface]

When he tags in. Possibly after he's done murdering Jono for this.

Re: The Birthday Boy!

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal was definitely here. Despite his better judgement.

Presents!

[furnaceface]

There's a free pool table you can put them on.

This party is all class.

Re: Presents!

[furnaceface]

Jono's gift wasn't actually all that impressive, at a glance. It was, after all, really only an envelope. But some of the best birthday-slash-apology presents out there could fit into an envelope, right?

This particular envelope happened to contain two Portalocity vouchers for a return trip to London (for Hannibal and whoever he so desired to bring along. Jono had decided not to presume and went for something that didn't need names on the tickets), complete with lodgings at the Café Royal Hotel, and a pair of tickets to take in the London Philharmonic.

He'd said he'd make it up to him, hadn't he?

Re: Presents!

[nuclear_snide]

Bob couldn't really do presents, for the obvious reason. So he settled instead for writing in the air above them:

HAPPY 50TH BIRTHDAY, HANNIBAL LECTER!

That was a totally touching and classy thing to do, right?

Re: Presents!

[locointhecoco]

And in the middle of the pool table there did appear a single, dignified little copper balloon, tied to the lid of a jar of zap apple jam straight from the Apple Family farm in Ponyville. The card had Granny Smith's own recipe for apple brown betty and a warning not to use up the jam too quickly, as the process for production was really remarkably involved, and that Pinkie wasn't certain that Hannibal was quite ready for jumping around his kitchen in a bunny suit.

Re: Presents!

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

Rinoa being sick meant that Squall had been the one to buy Hannibal's present. Sorry?

Squall knew that Hannibal was really big into food... things, so Hannibal was getting a gift certificate to Outback Steakhouse.

Re: Presents!

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Kenzi had already given hers, earlier.

And now she was nibbling on part of it, because hey, had to make sure it was as good as advertised, right? Chocolate pralines might go bad in transit!

OOC!

[furnaceface]

Because reasons, that's why.

Re: OOC!

[sharp_as_knives]

Jono is Never. Living. This. Down. LOL

<3!!