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open: gold & glitz

who: Bryn Zethir & Guests
what: A Gold & Glitz House Party
when: Evening of June 1st
where: Bryn's apartment
warnings: Alcohol, tobacco, and weed.

[Welcome to Bryn's apartment. The door is unlocked, and personal belongings can be tossed up onto the bed just at the top of the stairs. The party's theme is apparent at once. As mentioned on the network post, gold and glitz is strongly encouraged (though no one will be turned away for lacking either) in clothing, jewelry, accessories, or however creatively someone would like to incorporate it. Those interested in participating but lacking anything gold or glitzy will find gold glitter body gel to spread on their skin, compliments of the hostess.

There's a bar cart by the front door with a sign that reads WELCOME in gold script. It's laden with short shot glasses filled with what looks like liquid gold. When imbibed, however, it tastes like a faintly peach-flavored vodka. The rest of the alcohol and mixers can be found in the kitchen. Clear plastic cups feature labels that can be written on in gold permanent marker, then filled with any number of beverages. Really, there's no real rhyme or reason to what's available, as guests have been encouraged to bring whatever they like and add it to the kitchen island. For those who don't drink alcohol, there's a sign on the fridge indicating that non-alcoholic drinks and mixers are kept within. Anyone looking to fill their stomach a little between drinks will find platters of finger foods available throughout the apartment. Gold macarons, cheese and crackers, sliced fruit and vegetables are plentiful, but guests who are quick enough may find they can grab some of the thinly sliced beef arranged around a bowl of spicy dipping sauce. Of note, there is also a plate of gold fortune cookies for guests. While it's noted there's only enough for one per person, the fortunes feature not only a fortune but a party challenge. Dance with a stranger? Eat nothing that isn't fed to you? Try your hand at inventing a new drink? Why not try it and see what happens? Play a game of party jenga for that matter.

Beyond all this, anyone attending is encouraged to mingle and enjoy themselves. There's ample seating throughout the apartment for people to sit back and enjoy their food and drinks, including a plush rug in one corner covered in floor cushions and pillows around a hookah with a variety of flavors of tobacco. For those who are more inclined to activity there's space enough to dance to the music that booms throughout the apartment. With the windows open the space stays well aired out and comfortable, inviting any who attend to linger as long as they like. By the looks of things the hostess has no intention of kicking anyone out no matter how late it gets...]

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[Bryn considers herself in her element undercover in the Underground of Khipari, bargaining with some of the black market powers for information and pulling strings here and there to find Rhevidjan spies in the capital. Or out in the jungles of Asaria in skirmishes along the border. But it's true, she's at ease in social situations. She has a sense of aesthetic from her father Rivik, and a practical approach to hosting events from her mother whose businesses have flourished for more than just the deals. And of course, her father Mathin was instrumental in teaching his daughter how to be at ease no matter whose company she's in.

Of course it requires no skill to be comfortable around Thor, as evidenced by the way she touches his hair. She lets her hand slip away after a moment, taking a half step back to let him get further into the room.]

Well, I don't dress up often so I figured I ought to make it count when I do. Never know who might show up that you want to impress. So, thank you.

[After their first meeting in the bar she doesn't really see the point in being subtle. He ought to know by now that she's attracted, though not so out of control as to try and maul him at the door.]

Come on in. Can I get you a drink? [There are gold shots by the door, and more in the kitchen depending on his tastes.]

[Thor definitely feels more comfortable on a battlefield, covered in mud, but he's adapted to Midgardian fashion well enough. He likes to think he doesn't make outrageous fashion mistakes, at least.

He's glad it seems to have paid off.]

The only ones who are not impressed are blind. [And he feels truly sorry for them, not being able to see how she looks right now.]

You need not ask. [He'll take a shot as he walks further into the room, taking in the view of her apartment. He'll knock back the shot and place the empty glass down.]

It's already more enjoyable than my first party here.

Your first party here?

[She grabs a shot as well, downing it with ease as she heads toward the kitchen. Shots are all well and good but the man ought to have a glass of something good to go with it.]

Seems to me, the last time we'd spoke you hadn't had a chance to go to any parties yet. Tell me about it?

[Don't mind her if she just sort of, slips her hand back to touch his elbow gently, wanting to maintain contact here and there without being, well, pushy. Over-eager?]

Yes, perhaps party wasn't the right word. The festival of mourning?

[He follows her to the kitchen, raising a brow at her when she touches his elbow. It's followed by him placing a hand on the small of her back. He hasn't got too many hold-ups about being over-eager, so long as she's comfortable.]

It didn't make for a very warm welcome, interesting as it may be. I much prefer drinking and merriment to mulling things over.

[There's nothing in her body language that suggests that she's uncomfortable. If anything, she slows a little to increase the pressure of his hand at the small of her back, casting a smile up at him as she does.]

Well, then we'll definitely have to make sure you get more than enough of both here. You've had a drink already, how about some merriment?

[Reaching over to a nearby plate, she grabs a golden fortune cookie and holds it out.]

Have you seen these before? They don't have them in my world but you break them open and they have little messages inside. [She pauses a beat, and then her smile deepens.] Of course, the messages inside these are more like suggestions for activities or dares to perform at the party. Will you try one?

[When she says merriment, Thor can't help but wonder what kind of merriment she's thinking of. He's sure he wouldn't object to anything she offers, regardless.

His brows raise as she presents the plate to him, he almost doesn't immediately identify it as food. They seem more ornate than anything, but he's game to give it a try. He takes one, a wry smile on his face as he looks from the cookie to her.

He cracks it open, placing one half in his mouth to eat and pulling out his fortune to read and process. He chuckles to himself, eats the other half of the cookie before he gestures for her to turn around.]

The cookie bids it. [He says, without telling her what it bids.]

[Bryn watches with obvious curiosity as he takes the cookie and breaks it open. He holds the message too high to read, but she expects it may only be a matter of time before she finds out just what's written there.

At his gesture, she raises an eyebrow, but there's a smile on her face as she responds with a little shrug.]

Well if the cookie bids it, who am I to deny it?

[She turns, but not without glancing over her shoulder, wondering if she can see what he's about to do, right before he does it...]

You cannot say you did not request this of me. [He points out, even though Bryn isn't arguing here.

When she turns, Thor sets his hands on her shoulders and gives them a squeeze before he starts to rub his thumbs firmly against her skin. His fingers knead her, and it's like this isn't his first massage.]

If I didn't know better, I'd say you rigged this. [But he's not stopping.] Is it your turn, yet?

[Oh, hello, that sure is a back massage she's getting. Bryn's head hangs forward almost immediately as her eyes close, more than happy to stand there and accept this with a small groan.]

I didn't rig it but I'm not complaining. [Nor is she about to stop him anytime soon...] If I was going to rig it I would have given you something far more intimate.

[She lifts her head to give him a grin, unrepentant, and reluctantly turns to face him to indicate his turn is over.]

Do you want a massage turn too or do you want me to break open a cookie?

[Thor isn't about to stop anytime soon, either. He's not always the type to give a back rub freely, but the hand to skin contact between them is nice.]

Then we may have to take our chances. [Thor lets his hands fall from her shoulders, gesturing for her to take a cookie.]

I think we should see where it takes us.

[Bryn reaches out for a cookie and with a wink, breaks it open. She pops one half into her mouth before plucking the fortune out. Her eyes scan the message inside, and her smile spreads wide before she looks up at him.]

Well, it seems that you and I are stuck together for a little while.

["Pretend you're handcuffed to the person next to you for the next ten minutes."]

Would you do the honors of being the cuff? [She holds her wrist out for him to grasp.] Unless you'd rather I find something to tie us together instead...

[Thor leans over as best he can to try read the message, more so when her smile widens. He raises a brow at it, then at her, then he smiles back at her.]

The cookies are not to be trifled with. [He says, almost solemnly, but he doesn't hesitate to reach out and take her wrist in his hand.

He doesn't skip a beat, tugging her forward so they're chest to chest (or chest to abs, as height differences come into play). Thor's smile turns to a smirk.]

I think we can manage, don't you?

[See, this is one of the things Bryn appreciates a great deal about Thor. He doesn't hesitate. Doesn't second-guess himself. He acts. He's as game for these cookie fortunes as she is, and she savors the thrill of her heart leaping into her throat as his larger hand grasps her wrist. Grins broadly up at him as he uses his hold to drag her closer to him. Her body pressed against his.

He looks so pleased with himself in that confident way she's always found so attractive. The same way she's always seemed to get herself in the most delightful kinds of trouble.]

I think so. Taking it a step further, pretending we're tied together with rope?

[Look at how much she hates this. How much she's struggling by the way she leans in against him.]

Keep this up and I may extend the time limit, Thor.

[Just as Bryn likes that Thor doesn't hesitate, Thor likes that Bryn plays along. It makes for an easy sort of feeling between them. There are no pretenses, no formality, he already feels comfortable with her.

What they have, weirdly, Thor finds as safe as he finds it passionate and spontaneous.]

Then I will have to act quickly. [Thor says, and he draws her closer with his free hand before he catches her lips and starts to kiss her. It's not soft, this time, it's firm and fast and eager.

Then he pulls back.]

I would hate to draw a hostess away from her party, but if you could spare a private moment, I have something very interesting to discuss with you.

[With anyone else it might be harder to pull her in any closer than she is, but one of the many things that Bryn admires about Thor is his strength, and as he curls his arm tighter around her she feels firmly secure against him. Effectively trapped, there's nothing she can do but kiss him as he lowers his head to hers once more. Not that there's anything else she'd want. There's no part of her that doesn't respond to him, no part of her that doesn't return that kiss just as fiercely, with just as much desire as he shows her.

The only part that frustrates her is that he pulls back at all. His words earn him a quick, sharp laugh as she shakes her head.] Don't lie, you wouldn't hate to draw me away from this part at all. [She may not be able to pull away from him now, but her feet can guide him somewhat, away from the crowd and to the hallway where...a number of doors that weren't there before are now. Temporary, magical lodgings for guests of the party, courtesy of Taako, wait on the other side of the portals and Bryn does her best to guide him toward the one that's for her.] I have friends who can keep an eye on the party while we have our discussion.

[Thor chuckles low in his throat when she calls his bluff. He doesn't need to be dragged, he'll follow eagerly wherever she goes. Even if she lead him into the thick of the party, it probably wouldn't set him off track.

As it happens, they're being lead into further privacy, and his concerns about being interrupted are eased. Thor uses his free hand to open the door behind her so he can guide her in, close as ever as he crosses them toward the bed.]

Good. [That's all he'll say before he buries his face against her neck to press kisses downward, hand still tight on her wrist as he nudges her backward and continues onward.]

[It's been far, far too long since Bryn invited anyone into her bed. Her last mission had occupied so much of her time and put her in places where it wasn't safe to take lovers or even one-night-stands. Thor already pushes her buttons in the right way, but the anticipation of more already has her excited.

She doesn't struggle against her hold at her wrist, or how closely he keeps her near him. She certainly does nothing to keep him from moving them closer to the bed, happy to shuffle back there until her legs hit the side of the mattress. Chin lifting, she gives him all the access he could want to her neck and lower with a pleased moan. The skin has always been sensitive there, easily stimulated enough to make her weak in the knees and quickly excited. Teeth chewing on her lower lip, she gives him half a tug, wondering if he'd like them to tumble down to the bed at once.]

Your discussions are surprisingly heavy toward body language, Thor.

[Not that she's complaining in the least. Her legs part enough for her to slip one around behind his, to hook it behind his ankle to keep her close to him.]

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