Greeting Ambrose, Alec bellied up to the food beside him. Arranging the wide varieties of food on the plate, Alec realized he was in for a meal even if he just sampled a mouthful of everything. Luckily his body wouldn't store the excess food, but one of the most pleasant parts of being a vampire was that you only crapped when you ate. Twice in a short span of days wasn't his idea of fun, but at least the food smelled worth the effort.
Hey there. Quite a spread...Miss Fallon does go all out.
At the sound of someone else heading into the kitchen behind him, Alec angled his body to catch the reflection in the glass. At the man's introduction, Alec extended his hand.
Alec Devereaux. Well met, Cyrus.
Through his light gloves, Alec was well aware of the perfectly honed tension in the man's hands. His casual, yet deliberate movements seemed to be designed to mask over the truth of the matter - this man could easily kill everyone in this house, breaking perhaps a minor sweat. Working hard not to be intimidated and failing miserably, Alec smiled, at least not letting the nervousness show. He'd ask about familial predilections, but he simply refused to believe this was an Evenhet, and knew he wasn't Tacharan.
Party Time?
It certainly was a good thing Fallon didn't work weekends. As it was, it seemed to be taking an inordinately long time to get everything organized for her dinner Wednesday night.
Having set one of the bags on the porch chair, while she unlocked the front door and went inside to put down the other three bags, she returned to the porch and grabbed it now. Then she realized the bag held things that she had bought for the porch, so she set it back down. She would deal with that project later.
For about the fifth time tonight, she wished she had asked Aishe if she wanted to help, but for the fifth time tonight she agreed that it wouldn't have been much of a treat for Aishe if she helped put it together.
No, Fallon was bound and determined to do this on her own, and suffer the consequences.
So far she had received three RSVPs, the sweetest having been Ana's. Such a nice message to leave on her voice mail. But there was still time, and if it turned out there would only be three others, that would still be three more at a party than she'd ever had before.
Noticing she was still standing on the front porch, Fallon laughed before turning and going back inside.
Once she had put the food away, certain she had enough for a house full of frat boys, she gathered all the candles together on the table, and then set out to distribute them through the house. Thinking they would make her house more festive, with spending the smallest amount of money, she had bought many. And they were all in complimenting scents. With winter still upon them in Nachton, Fallon had gone with comfort scents...cinnamon, apple pie, and vanilla. She now just hoped having the house smell like baked goodies wouldn't be offensive to anyone.
Taking the small stack of papers from her purse, she set them inside her bar. She had devised a list of items for the scavenger hunt, and had them printed up. Now she just had to remember where they were, and hope everyone would have fun playing.
Tucking the folded paper bags from her shopping under her kitchen sink, Fallon poured herself a glass of white zin, and went to sit on the porch. The night air was still crisp, but not as biting as it had been the past few nights. Setting her wine glass down, she took the other batch of candles out of the bag on the porch, and the little tin covers, and scattered them around. Some went on the railing, some went along the steps, and some were hung from hooks the prior tenants had left in the porch ceiling. Fallon took the long lighter from the bag, lit all the outside candles, and smiled. It did look very party like, and though it was a small effort, it made her feel a lot better about how things were going to go...or how she hoped they would.
Alec Devereaux
18 years ago
Ambrose
18 years ago
“Thanks Fallon, it looks great.”
And it did, still Ambrose only picked up some of the fried chicken and some garlic bread; enough not to be conspicuous but not too much. But it was the other late arrival that eased some of his tension, at least he wasn’t the last to arrive.
The perfect balance of Cyrus’ plate and then Alec’s gift brought a few questions to Ambrose’s mind.
“Nice to meet another procrastinator.”
Ambrose grinned at Alec. Ordinarily he would have offered his hand but between the food and his cane, his hands were full. Damned, that meant he was going to have one hell of a time carrying a drink. Well he’d cope.
Coping, in this case meant standing next to an open surface so he could set the plate down and eat. It simply wasn’t going to be worth the effort to try to sit down and get back up.
“She’s far too generous if you ask me. Meets a guy once and offers to feed him.” He laughed. “I almost feel like a stray cat.”
He smiled quite broadly, teasing but still appreciative of the invite. Most people wouldn’t have taken to a stranger as well as she had.
And it did, still Ambrose only picked up some of the fried chicken and some garlic bread; enough not to be conspicuous but not too much. But it was the other late arrival that eased some of his tension, at least he wasn’t the last to arrive.
The perfect balance of Cyrus’ plate and then Alec’s gift brought a few questions to Ambrose’s mind.
“Nice to meet another procrastinator.”
Ambrose grinned at Alec. Ordinarily he would have offered his hand but between the food and his cane, his hands were full. Damned, that meant he was going to have one hell of a time carrying a drink. Well he’d cope.
Coping, in this case meant standing next to an open surface so he could set the plate down and eat. It simply wasn’t going to be worth the effort to try to sit down and get back up.
“She’s far too generous if you ask me. Meets a guy once and offers to feed him.” He laughed. “I almost feel like a stray cat.”
He smiled quite broadly, teasing but still appreciative of the invite. Most people wouldn’t have taken to a stranger as well as she had.
Cyrus
18 years ago
Cyrus barely restrained a wince. He had not been watching for Fallon and he had embarassed her. Again. Of course this time she was the one holding him close, so maybe it wasnt as bad as he thought.
Quickly speaking to reassure his beautiful host. "No worries. You make so many friends, I am surprised you can keep names straight, let us worry about who knows whom."
Placing the bowl of fruit into Fallon's hands he hoped she would respond favorably and eat it. "Go sit, eat. We can serve ourselves."
Ambrose would be shocked to learn just how big of a stray cat Fallon had brought home, but it still brought a small smile to his face. Nodding to Ambrose he nodded towards the other room. "Please go ahead and take the spot on the couch Ambrose. Im just going to stand at the liquor with some scotch. Want one?"
Alec had not quite escaped the kitchen so Cyrus engaged him in further conversation. Due to the book, clothes and gloves this one was either a wanna be or newbie. "The library, hhmm. I had not realized it was a popular place to go. You accent reminds me of my friend Amberelle, you wouldnt happen to be from New Orleans would you?"
Dear gods. He was socializing and no one had gotten bitten yet. Fallon must be a good influence. Either that or old age had mellowed him some, which if it had not kicked in sometime in the last thousand years he doubted it would now.
Quickly speaking to reassure his beautiful host. "No worries. You make so many friends, I am surprised you can keep names straight, let us worry about who knows whom."
Placing the bowl of fruit into Fallon's hands he hoped she would respond favorably and eat it. "Go sit, eat. We can serve ourselves."
Ambrose would be shocked to learn just how big of a stray cat Fallon had brought home, but it still brought a small smile to his face. Nodding to Ambrose he nodded towards the other room. "Please go ahead and take the spot on the couch Ambrose. Im just going to stand at the liquor with some scotch. Want one?"
Alec had not quite escaped the kitchen so Cyrus engaged him in further conversation. Due to the book, clothes and gloves this one was either a wanna be or newbie. "The library, hhmm. I had not realized it was a popular place to go. You accent reminds me of my friend Amberelle, you wouldnt happen to be from New Orleans would you?"
Dear gods. He was socializing and no one had gotten bitten yet. Fallon must be a good influence. Either that or old age had mellowed him some, which if it had not kicked in sometime in the last thousand years he doubted it would now.
Alec Devereaux
18 years ago
Smiling at Ambrose's response, Alec nodded.
Some people are more socially comfortable than others, I suppose. And there's nothing wrong with us stray cats as long as we don't widdle on the carpet or claw the furniture.
As Ambrose moved off to the living room, Alec finished loading his plate. At Cyrus' mention of Amberelle, his ears perked up.
Heh...the book. Yeah, that's where we met. I was doing some reading and ran into quite a few people. Was pretty happening for a thursday night. Ah...as a matter of fact, Amberelle and I know each other. Adding with a wink, Family of yours, I take it? I didn't figure you for an hippie, so I'm glad my instincts were correct.
Heading into the living room after the talk had moved from night time topics, he looked for a spot to sit. Barring on top of someone, it looked like lounging room only, aside from the piano bench. For a moment, he considered sitting on someone, but decided against it - he might wind up face down in Ana's lap again. Not one to frown on an unusual seating arrangement, he popped over to the piano when he spied something quite...quite out of place. A Ming era vase of four seasons, sitting by its lonesome.
Making sure to keep the look of covetous from his face, Alec sat his plate down and walked over. Nodding to himself absentmindedly, he gave it a brief inspection, not touching it. Yes...it looked genuine, and in excellent shape as well. As it didn't match the rest of the decor, it was obviously a gift. Due to its placement, most likely a very recent one. From the folk present, he suspected Cyrus...as he seemed to be a bit close to Fallon and of the proper background to easily procure such an artifact.
Playing his guess, he walked back over to the piano bench, making contact with the man on the way. Gesturing toward the vase, he made a wide eyed nod of approval and a small "thumbs up" gesture to let Cyrus know that at least one person in the room knew the value of the gift...even if it was likely given for more symbolic than monetary reasons. Art should be appreciated when the opportunity arose and the item was praiseworthy. Not like some of this modern art crap that monkeys could produce. Spattering paint on a blank canvas? Alec could do that. Repaint the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel? Hell no.
Taking up a spoon, he tried a bit of potato salad. Yum.
Some people are more socially comfortable than others, I suppose. And there's nothing wrong with us stray cats as long as we don't widdle on the carpet or claw the furniture.
As Ambrose moved off to the living room, Alec finished loading his plate. At Cyrus' mention of Amberelle, his ears perked up.
Heh...the book. Yeah, that's where we met. I was doing some reading and ran into quite a few people. Was pretty happening for a thursday night. Ah...as a matter of fact, Amberelle and I know each other. Adding with a wink, Family of yours, I take it? I didn't figure you for an hippie, so I'm glad my instincts were correct.
Heading into the living room after the talk had moved from night time topics, he looked for a spot to sit. Barring on top of someone, it looked like lounging room only, aside from the piano bench. For a moment, he considered sitting on someone, but decided against it - he might wind up face down in Ana's lap again. Not one to frown on an unusual seating arrangement, he popped over to the piano when he spied something quite...quite out of place. A Ming era vase of four seasons, sitting by its lonesome.
Making sure to keep the look of covetous from his face, Alec sat his plate down and walked over. Nodding to himself absentmindedly, he gave it a brief inspection, not touching it. Yes...it looked genuine, and in excellent shape as well. As it didn't match the rest of the decor, it was obviously a gift. Due to its placement, most likely a very recent one. From the folk present, he suspected Cyrus...as he seemed to be a bit close to Fallon and of the proper background to easily procure such an artifact.
Playing his guess, he walked back over to the piano bench, making contact with the man on the way. Gesturing toward the vase, he made a wide eyed nod of approval and a small "thumbs up" gesture to let Cyrus know that at least one person in the room knew the value of the gift...even if it was likely given for more symbolic than monetary reasons. Art should be appreciated when the opportunity arose and the item was praiseworthy. Not like some of this modern art crap that monkeys could produce. Spattering paint on a blank canvas? Alec could do that. Repaint the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel? Hell no.
Taking up a spoon, he tried a bit of potato salad. Yum.
Fallon
18 years ago
So as it turned out, it appeared no one really cared about her mistake, and she again relaxed. What a night for ups and downs, she thought. Fortunate for her, the ups were winning.
Taking the bowl of fruit from Cyrus, she resisted kissing him. It was such a sweet thing for him to do though, and she appreciated it immensely. He never seemed to stop thinking about her, and it really stymied her. However, having learned long ago to enjoy the truly good moments in life, when possible, as they may be few and far between, she did take the bowl. she also grabbed a piece of chicken, and a napkin, before winding her way back into the living room. She noticed there was still a spot on the couch, but afraid she might end up with food in her lap, she chose to sit on the floor, and picked a spot next to Ana.
"Mind if I join you?"
Once she had taken a bite of the chicken, and a couple bites of fruit, she was pretty much done. She was glad it all tasted good, and that everyone else seemed to think so as well, but even if she had been hungry, she was too nervous to eat. Besides, it wasn't like it did anything for her anyway...which made her smile at the thought of Cyrus being so insistent that she do so.
"Are you enjoying yourself...just a little? It must be kind of strange, but I'm really glad you came, and I thought you'd like everyone else okay."
Fallon felt there was much more to Ana than she had opened up to Fallon about, but her concern now was just to make the girl feel a little less like an outsider, if she could. Fallon was only now starting to feel that way herself.
Bob walked out of the kitchen, and came over to squat by Fallon then, and make his goodbyes. Apparently he had to work early the next day and really couldn't afford to stay longer. She thanked him for coming, and was about to stand and see him out when he waved her down. He said goodbye to the others, and let himself out the back door. He was a nice guy, Fallon thought, though a little quiet.
Taking the bowl of fruit from Cyrus, she resisted kissing him. It was such a sweet thing for him to do though, and she appreciated it immensely. He never seemed to stop thinking about her, and it really stymied her. However, having learned long ago to enjoy the truly good moments in life, when possible, as they may be few and far between, she did take the bowl. she also grabbed a piece of chicken, and a napkin, before winding her way back into the living room. She noticed there was still a spot on the couch, but afraid she might end up with food in her lap, she chose to sit on the floor, and picked a spot next to Ana.
"Mind if I join you?"
Once she had taken a bite of the chicken, and a couple bites of fruit, she was pretty much done. She was glad it all tasted good, and that everyone else seemed to think so as well, but even if she had been hungry, she was too nervous to eat. Besides, it wasn't like it did anything for her anyway...which made her smile at the thought of Cyrus being so insistent that she do so.
"Are you enjoying yourself...just a little? It must be kind of strange, but I'm really glad you came, and I thought you'd like everyone else okay."
Fallon felt there was much more to Ana than she had opened up to Fallon about, but her concern now was just to make the girl feel a little less like an outsider, if she could. Fallon was only now starting to feel that way herself.
Bob walked out of the kitchen, and came over to squat by Fallon then, and make his goodbyes. Apparently he had to work early the next day and really couldn't afford to stay longer. She thanked him for coming, and was about to stand and see him out when he waved her down. He said goodbye to the others, and let himself out the back door. He was a nice guy, Fallon thought, though a little quiet.
Montana
18 years ago
"Of course you can join me. It's your floor," Winking, Ana held the bowl to allow Fallon to sit without dumping it on herself. "Bye Bob, nice to meet you."
Ana nodded, fiddling with the napkin in her hands, trying to get a little blob of sauce out of her nail. "Oh, Fallon, I'm having a wonderful time! People I know," she nudged her friend, "people I've just met. You know, Cyrus is really into you, and I don't think you're the type to pick up stray cats, you're much too cute and young and attached to be a crazy old cat lady!"
She looked at Aishe, then Tristan, Ambrose, and Alec. "At least I have young going for me," she mumbled under her breath, then said to her friend, "You didn't get yourself a drink. Do you want one?"
Ana nodded, fiddling with the napkin in her hands, trying to get a little blob of sauce out of her nail. "Oh, Fallon, I'm having a wonderful time! People I know," she nudged her friend, "people I've just met. You know, Cyrus is really into you, and I don't think you're the type to pick up stray cats, you're much too cute and young and attached to be a crazy old cat lady!"
She looked at Aishe, then Tristan, Ambrose, and Alec. "At least I have young going for me," she mumbled under her breath, then said to her friend, "You didn't get yourself a drink. Do you want one?"
Fallon
18 years ago
It was an added relief to hear Ana was enjoying herself. Cyrus, Aishe, and Ana were top most on her list of the guests she invited. Alec and Ambrose were nice, but Fallon really had just met them, and invited them to get to know them better.
Tristan...well, he was food...and Fallon had thought to keep ties with him somewhat close for her on survival. Tonight, for instance, she had planned on having him stay a bit longer...after the others had left, just for that purpose. And she had no compunction about it either...he was getting a good, home cooked meal, and would receive other pleasures later...so, no...Fallon didn't see a thing wrong with her arrangement.
But she was concerned that Cyrus, Aishe, and Ana all really enjoyed their evening, and would do whatever she could to make that happen.
"Crazy lady probably...but no...I don't plan on having a house full of strays. Right now, I'm having enough trouble taking care of this stray."
She didn't quite understand Ana's 'young' statement though.
"You have a lot more going for you than just being young." Fallon put her free arm around Ana's shoulder for a quick squeeze, after making sure she had no chicken grease on her fingers.
"Thank you, but I should take these dishes back into the kitchen. Why don't you let me take your's and I'll bring us both back something else...what would you like?"
Tristan...well, he was food...and Fallon had thought to keep ties with him somewhat close for her on survival. Tonight, for instance, she had planned on having him stay a bit longer...after the others had left, just for that purpose. And she had no compunction about it either...he was getting a good, home cooked meal, and would receive other pleasures later...so, no...Fallon didn't see a thing wrong with her arrangement.
But she was concerned that Cyrus, Aishe, and Ana all really enjoyed their evening, and would do whatever she could to make that happen.
"Crazy lady probably...but no...I don't plan on having a house full of strays. Right now, I'm having enough trouble taking care of this stray."
She didn't quite understand Ana's 'young' statement though.
"You have a lot more going for you than just being young." Fallon put her free arm around Ana's shoulder for a quick squeeze, after making sure she had no chicken grease on her fingers.
"Thank you, but I should take these dishes back into the kitchen. Why don't you let me take your's and I'll bring us both back something else...what would you like?"
Montana
18 years ago
Ana shook her head. "No no no. You've been hostessing all night. The least I can do to be a proper guest would be to take my own dishes into the kitchen, and bring -you- back a drink. So what would -you- like?"
Ana rose off her bottom and knelt next to Fallon, picking up stray empty dishes and soda cans.
Ana rose off her bottom and knelt next to Fallon, picking up stray empty dishes and soda cans.
Fallon
18 years ago
So it seemed Ana was going to ignore Fallon's mild curiousness about what she had said so quietly. Deciding it was something Ana must not have intended to have heard, Fallon let it go.
"But I AM the hostess...I'm supposed to do this stuff."
She laughed, feeling very odd just sitting on the floor doing nothing, but appreciating that Ana wanted to help.
"Maybe I'll just have some ice water, please?"
Keeping a clear head was a responsibility Fallon also thought fell onto the hostesses shoulders. Though she wouldn't need to worry about driving home, she would need to worry about making sure everyone else was in shape to.
"And thank you, Ana."
She made sure Ana heard her as she handed her the bowl.
"But I AM the hostess...I'm supposed to do this stuff."
She laughed, feeling very odd just sitting on the floor doing nothing, but appreciating that Ana wanted to help.
"Maybe I'll just have some ice water, please?"
Keeping a clear head was a responsibility Fallon also thought fell onto the hostesses shoulders. Though she wouldn't need to worry about driving home, she would need to worry about making sure everyone else was in shape to.
"And thank you, Ana."
She made sure Ana heard her as she handed her the bowl.
Montana
18 years ago
Ana smiled at Fallon. She would have squeezed her arm, but as both hands were free, she winked instead. Standing, she found the remainder of the dirty dishes and cans and bottles. Hands, fingertips, and chin occupied with dishes and such, she pushed the kitchen door open with her butt. Depositing the correct items into their respective places, she found a clean glass and filled it with ice water. Taking up another soda for herself, she set the glass back on the sink and stuck her head out the kitchen door.
"Anyone need anything else while I'm up and kitchen-posted?"
"Anyone need anything else while I'm up and kitchen-posted?"
Fallon
18 years ago
Fallon shook her head emphatically.
"No, no, no. Please sit yourself down here, and fill me in on how things are going. Did you get a job...Rorri...hadn't she offered you one? And have you gotten settled in yet?"
Doubting she would have a lot of time to visit with each guest individually, for very long, Fallon wanted to make the most of the time she had now. She had no idea where Aishe had disappeared to, but thought perhaps the rest room. Alec and Cyrus seemed planted in the kitchen, and Tristan and Ambrose were on the couch, so before she made the rounds, she wanted to hear about Ana.
"No, no, no. Please sit yourself down here, and fill me in on how things are going. Did you get a job...Rorri...hadn't she offered you one? And have you gotten settled in yet?"
Doubting she would have a lot of time to visit with each guest individually, for very long, Fallon wanted to make the most of the time she had now. She had no idea where Aishe had disappeared to, but thought perhaps the rest room. Alec and Cyrus seemed planted in the kitchen, and Tristan and Ambrose were on the couch, so before she made the rounds, she wanted to hear about Ana.
Patrick Tristan O Mannon
18 years ago
Tristan was just about as stuffed as he could get, and was now seriously thinking about saying good night to all. It wasn't terribly late, but now that Bob had left, he wasn't sure he'd have much in common with anyone else.
Looking to the man on the other end of the couch, he thought maybe he'd at least give the party a little while longer. He had actually hoped the guy, Peter, that he'd met at the beach, might show up. Tristan was still thinking about getting a job and staying in Nachton, and wondered if the auto repair shop was anywhere nearing completion. But it didn't look like that was going to happen.
"So, Ambrose...what is it you do here in Nachton?"
Maybe there were other opportunities waiting.
Looking to the man on the other end of the couch, he thought maybe he'd at least give the party a little while longer. He had actually hoped the guy, Peter, that he'd met at the beach, might show up. Tristan was still thinking about getting a job and staying in Nachton, and wondered if the auto repair shop was anywhere nearing completion. But it didn't look like that was going to happen.
"So, Ambrose...what is it you do here in Nachton?"
Maybe there were other opportunities waiting.
Montana
18 years ago
Ana retrieved the glass and can from the counter and, handing the full glass to Fallon, sat next to her. "I have a job and a half, yes. I started at the city's main library a little over a while ago. And I found a great little place at the University apartments. It's not the palace you have," she said, grinning, waving her hand expansively, "but it's mine."
Aishe
18 years ago
Returning to the living room with a somewhat smaller plate of seconds, Aishe contented herself with sitting on the floor again, watching everyone mingle. She hadn't properly wallflowered herself since arriving in Nachton and although she wasn't exactly doing that now, it was nice to sit back and observe for a few moments.
When Alec arrived, she chuckled to herself as she waved and greeted him. How interesting. What a cross-section of vampire life. A representative from each clan here, and all of them decent friends.
Chewing thoughtfully on a bite of fruit salad, she continued her watch as Alec returned to the room, looked at the vase on the piano, and popped Cyrus a thumbs-up sign. She gave him points for being observant. It was probably just a good guess.
When Alec arrived, she chuckled to herself as she waved and greeted him. How interesting. What a cross-section of vampire life. A representative from each clan here, and all of them decent friends.
Chewing thoughtfully on a bite of fruit salad, she continued her watch as Alec returned to the room, looked at the vase on the piano, and popped Cyrus a thumbs-up sign. She gave him points for being observant. It was probably just a good guess.
Fallon
18 years ago
"Thank you."
Fallon took the glass of water, and decided she probably really would have rather had a scotch, but the water felt good down her throat, just the same.
"Oh! You're working at the library now? That's wonderful!"
Fallon used to like to read, a lot, but lately found she hadn't had any time for it at all. Of course for Fallon, reading had been another way to escape the life around her...and these days she had no need of that.
"Palace? Well, it's much too tiny for a palace, but I was very lucky to find it, I'll grant you. And I feel much the same way. It's mine for now, and that kind of makes it my palace."
Compared to a few of the places Fallon had lived in as a child, this place was indeed a palace, but an apartment at the university, Fallon didn't see how they could be that bad. At least for Ana, she hoped they were nice enough.
The omission of Rorri's name, and answer from Ana, did not go unnoticed by Fallon. Now she was almost certain there was more going on there, and her concern grew. Unfortunately, she still didn't think it would be appropriate to continue to ask about that subject while anyone else was about.
Gazing about the room, Fallon relaxed a little. She didn't think her little party would go down in any world books, but she was incredibly happy that it seemed to be going so well. Excusing herself from Ana, she got up and went to the bar. Pouring a little scotch into her glass of ice water, Fallon walked to the couch, and took the spot between Tristan and Ambrose.
"Excuse me."
She whispered politely, not wanting to interrupt anything the two men were speaking of, and she moved back into the couch so she wasn't in their line of conversation as well. She had yet to speak to Ambrose, and as the hostess it was her duty. As someone interested in him as a friend, it was her pleasure.
Hearing Tristan's last question, and seeing Ambrose had just taken a bite of food, Fallon interceded just a little.
"Ambrose is a musician, right?"
She hoped he hadn't minded her offering up the small bit of information on his behalf.
Fallon took the glass of water, and decided she probably really would have rather had a scotch, but the water felt good down her throat, just the same.
"Oh! You're working at the library now? That's wonderful!"
Fallon used to like to read, a lot, but lately found she hadn't had any time for it at all. Of course for Fallon, reading had been another way to escape the life around her...and these days she had no need of that.
"Palace? Well, it's much too tiny for a palace, but I was very lucky to find it, I'll grant you. And I feel much the same way. It's mine for now, and that kind of makes it my palace."
Compared to a few of the places Fallon had lived in as a child, this place was indeed a palace, but an apartment at the university, Fallon didn't see how they could be that bad. At least for Ana, she hoped they were nice enough.
The omission of Rorri's name, and answer from Ana, did not go unnoticed by Fallon. Now she was almost certain there was more going on there, and her concern grew. Unfortunately, she still didn't think it would be appropriate to continue to ask about that subject while anyone else was about.
Gazing about the room, Fallon relaxed a little. She didn't think her little party would go down in any world books, but she was incredibly happy that it seemed to be going so well. Excusing herself from Ana, she got up and went to the bar. Pouring a little scotch into her glass of ice water, Fallon walked to the couch, and took the spot between Tristan and Ambrose.
"Excuse me."
She whispered politely, not wanting to interrupt anything the two men were speaking of, and she moved back into the couch so she wasn't in their line of conversation as well. She had yet to speak to Ambrose, and as the hostess it was her duty. As someone interested in him as a friend, it was her pleasure.
Hearing Tristan's last question, and seeing Ambrose had just taken a bite of food, Fallon interceded just a little.
"Ambrose is a musician, right?"
She hoped he hadn't minded her offering up the small bit of information on his behalf.
Ambrose
18 years ago
“Being litter box trained gets you invited back, but it helps that strays can be cute too.”
Damned but he was bad with names. It didn’t help that he was trying to settle himself on the sofa, keep his cane out of the way, and not spill his food at the same time. Once he was had that done to his satisfaction he tried to remember the other guy’s name. Well for now he’d just avoid it.
Saved from anything too drastic by Fallon’s arrival. He grinned at both of them.
“Yeah that’s right. Just studio stuff and mostly down in New York.”
Damned but he was bad with names. It didn’t help that he was trying to settle himself on the sofa, keep his cane out of the way, and not spill his food at the same time. Once he was had that done to his satisfaction he tried to remember the other guy’s name. Well for now he’d just avoid it.
Saved from anything too drastic by Fallon’s arrival. He grinned at both of them.
“Yeah that’s right. Just studio stuff and mostly down in New York.”
Patrick Tristan O Mannon
18 years ago
A musician? That was pretty cool, Tristan thought. He had always wanted to learn guitar, or drums, and for awhile in high school he thought he might even form a band...but he never followed through. Learning to play an instrument would take more time to devote to the learning part, than he really wanted to deal with. If he couldn't just pick it up and learn in a night or two...
Consequently, he concentrated more on sports.
"Hey, that's cool dude. Oh listen, excuse me for a sec?"
Knowing he was really going to be heading out soon, it was time to visit the bathroom first. He had already decided to drive over to the marina when he left this party, and see if there was any action there tonight. But he really wanted a buzz on before he got there, and was a little intimidated by the thought of smoking in his sister's car. That would be all he would need...having her smell the smoke and kicking his ass to the curb.
He was pretty sure Fallon's bathroom would have a window though, and all he needed was a couple tokes.
"I'm gonna go use the bathroom...be right back."
And before five minutes had passed, he was sitting on the toilet, blowing smoke rings out the louvered window, with the fan going overhead.
Consequently, he concentrated more on sports.
"Hey, that's cool dude. Oh listen, excuse me for a sec?"
Knowing he was really going to be heading out soon, it was time to visit the bathroom first. He had already decided to drive over to the marina when he left this party, and see if there was any action there tonight. But he really wanted a buzz on before he got there, and was a little intimidated by the thought of smoking in his sister's car. That would be all he would need...having her smell the smoke and kicking his ass to the curb.
He was pretty sure Fallon's bathroom would have a window though, and all he needed was a couple tokes.
"I'm gonna go use the bathroom...be right back."
And before five minutes had passed, he was sitting on the toilet, blowing smoke rings out the louvered window, with the fan going overhead.
Cyrus
18 years ago
Cyrus' face showed surprize at Alec's mention of knowing Amberelle. Unfortunately he walked away, successfully evading further questions. Though at his inspection of the vase and subsequent thumbs up towards Cyrus acquitted him nicely. Cyrus gave a simple bow of his head, acknowledging his observation and correct guess.
As he went to the bar he looked around. Everyone was settled nicely and chatting. Fallon had just sat down on the couch and Tristan got up. Noting Ambrose did not have a drink Cyrus asked loudly. "Since I am here, anyone need a refill or something new?"
As he went to the bar he looked around. Everyone was settled nicely and chatting. Fallon had just sat down on the couch and Tristan got up. Noting Ambrose did not have a drink Cyrus asked loudly. "Since I am here, anyone need a refill or something new?"
Ambrose
18 years ago
Someday he was going to grow a third arm. Actually Ambrose just hoped that he’d get more used to the prosthetic. He’d noticed most amputees seemed to get along just fine without a cane. Although most of them hadn’t gone better than 100 years before getting a new limb, he assumed that was why he was such a slow study with his replacement leg.
Nodding to Tristan as he left, Ambrose wondered if he’d been boring. Of course that couldn’t be the case he was just being polite for a change and polite could be boring.
Still he was grateful for Cyrus’ offer.
“I wouldn’t mind a drink. It looked like there was some scotch over there. That or whatever comes closest.”
Nodding to Tristan as he left, Ambrose wondered if he’d been boring. Of course that couldn’t be the case he was just being polite for a change and polite could be boring.
Still he was grateful for Cyrus’ offer.
“I wouldn’t mind a drink. It looked like there was some scotch over there. That or whatever comes closest.”
Cyrus
18 years ago
Nodding to Ambrose he made the man a scotch and delivered it to him before making his own. Since no one else had requested one, he took his drink and sat down next to Aishe on the floor. With his back against the wall and his legs straight out he hoped he was not in the way too much. He simply did not sprawl any other way than feline.
Once he was settled and sipping his drink he looked at Alec. "So what do you do Alec?"
Hoping to learn more about someone that knew Amberelle he gazed intently at the black clad party goer.
Once he was settled and sipping his drink he looked at Alec. "So what do you do Alec?"
Hoping to learn more about someone that knew Amberelle he gazed intently at the black clad party goer.