riverviewlogs | 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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Nonsense. Least we can do, when you're welcoming us into your home. [ Sure, Jim, like you're even offering to bake the cinnamon rolls yourself. You're just getting Bones to do it.

Jim glances at Bones at his remark, brow raised and a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. ]

Now, when he says he hates mornings, he means he looks about ready to kill a puppy if you don't immediately hand him a cup of coffee. And he looks like he hates you even more if you happen to be a bright-eyed morning person. [ He knows because he is one, and he's fallen victim to Bones's death glares in the morning more times than he can count. ]

[Bryn continues to paint, grinning as the banter and explanations between them continue. She hadn't known they were a couple when she first met them but it's clear the more she chats with the pair that they've known each other a long time. Or, at the very least, the quality of that time has been significant.]

I'm the same with way with coffee so I'll make sure there's some made and a cup by your nose before you're forced to roll out of bed. Promise. Just remind me how you take it before you go to sleep okay? Both of you, actually.

[It's a small price to pay for freshly baked pastries in the morning, really.]

So how are you two settling in here? I mean to Riverview. Obviously you just got back from your thing...

Not my fault you're a damn ray of sunshine and everything I am not in the morning. And if you know that about me, you should've been waking me up with coffee and not that damn smiling mug of yours. [He snorts softly, but doesn't move in anyway that might mess her up.

Instead, he turns his attention back to her and offers her a sheepish look.] Honestly, I can drink it in most ways, but I prefer my coffee black.

[He pauses at that question, a flicker of something in his gaze before he just as quickly chases it away.]

It's not a bad place. Easy to settle in to... Well, easier if you don't have to do it alone.

[ Bryn's right on both counts, actually. They've known each other for a long time, but that long time has also always been quality time. The transition from friends to more has been surprisingly easy and seamless, though, especially considering Jim has always been slightly averse (and admittedly inexperienced) when it comes to any sort of serious committed relationship. ]

You've never complained about my handsome smiling mug in the morning before. [ Yes he knows Bones didn't actually use the word 'handsome', he's taking artistic liberties in his interpretation.

Turning to Bryn, ] I like it sweet and with a bit of cream. [ He then hears Bones's answer, waiting until he finishes to nod in easy agreement. ] Ditto. The worst part for me is getting used to having my feet down on the ground all the time— although I know Bones doesn't share that sentiment.

[As the one with the paintbrush, Bryn has an easier time of it turning her head and stopping whenever she wants to look at Jim or keep an eye on the party. It's clear from the look on her face however that she's committing their coffee preferences to memory. Leonard prefers it black but he'll take it just about any way he can get it, probably. Jim likes it sweeter with less edge. Bryn happens to be somewhere between them. She'll drink it black but she likes hers with cream. Sugar only if it's terrible.]

He may not share the sentiment but I do. I spend three-fourths of my life on the deck of an airship. [She used to, anyway, but as far as anyone here knows she's still an airship officer, not a Council agent.] More sometimes even. We may not travel beyond the borders of the country and we're certainly not equipped for space travel but there's something to be said for the community that's built and the potential for adventure anywhere that isn't easily found when you're on solid ground.

[Bryn continues to paint Leonard's skin until with one last swish of her brush she finishes. Easing back, she looks at his design, then to Jim for comparison, and nods in satisfaction.]

All done. Plus, being on a ship is where I learned to love coffee. I have some from home here you'll have to try, tell me how it compares, both of you.

That's cause I can't string a coherent sentence together when I first wake up. [Go ahead and take that liberty cause he isn't gonna deny that you're handsome, Jim. But hell would freeze over before he added to that fire. Least, maybe not in public.

On the other hand, he stays out of the commentary about being in the air. Space or otherwise. Last thing he wants to discuss is his fear of flying and well, Jim's already had that rant when he was less than completely sober their first meeting. Though, he was sober enough or he wouldn't have been complaining.

When she finishes though, he gives her a small smile.] Thanks, sweetheart.

[The habit of tagging on endearments rolled off his tongue before he could stop it. Something that made him wince just a little. He's long gathered most of the girls here don't respond well to it, but he hopes she'll just ignore it this once.] I'm up for tryin' most types of coffee. Long as it's got the caffeine to wake me up, I'm all for it.

[ He adds to that fire on a daily basis, don't lie. He showers Jim with praise even when he's not fishing for any. And Jim loves it, of course. ]

Something like that. [ He nods, smiling at Bryn. Not quite three-quarters of his life, granted, but these days, he can't even tell the difference. The last few years of his life have been far more eventful and meaningful than the first two decades anyway, so to him that's what counts most. ]

These look great, Bryn. Thanks. [ And at least they're wearing something gold now. ] I'm sure whatever coffee you've got will beat our replicator rations, so I look forward to trying it out.

[Bryn closes up the paint and wraps up the paint brushes once it seems her job is done, and she flashes them both a pleased smile in return for their thanks.] It was my pleasure.

[The paint and brushes are put aside, tucked away where they won't be easily found by party guests, mostly to avoid any drunken mishaps dumping all of the gold paint all over her things. Smoothing her hands down her skirt she lays a hand on each of their arms and gently tugs them away from the kitchen.]

So, with coffee and breakfast set, and you two in theme with the party, all that's left is for you to enjoy it. I'm going to go play hostess a little while longer but you two go ahead and I'll catch up with you both a bit later on, okay?

Sounds like a plan. [The moment she touches his arm, he reflexively cups her elbow softly in response. Squeezing it softly, he lets go soon after and falls into spot next to Jim.]

Look forward to catchin' up later. [The doctor offers a smile then glances at Jim. His eyes get caught up tracing the gold lines over his face before finally catching his gaze.] If you want to go mingle I think I'm gonna go find a place to rest... gettin' too old for this shit.

[Even if they are words that should be angry or irritated, they're actually soft and warm. More so just tired and knowing Jim likes to talk and move around. And well, he's giving him that out.]

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