003 // we waltz on your front porch

[serpentis]

Who: Dorian
Broadcast: Fleet-wide!
Action: USE A GODDAMN MINGLE LOG I HAVE TOP LEVELS IN ALL OF THEM kids these days
When: 2/14, night

[Drift fleet, are you ready? Here is your resident charming mage, looking extra charming tonight. He smiles, almost victoriously.]

I do hope you all know how to dance. I have managed to secure an open invitation for myself, and however many guests I wish, to a gala in seven days, on Adsum. Hopefully it's not entirely dull, but they would need at least three murders to make for an exciting evening...I wouldn't hold my breath, were I you.

Do let me know if you're interested. And I warn you, you had better make yourself fit for being seen in public.

[To Jove]
I do hope you have a proper gown.

[To Arhen]
How would you care for a party?

((OOC: Gala IC post! The gala log itself will be posted next Saturday. Also, Dorian is currently afflicted with the pheromones malfunction. Do with that as you will.))

Comments

[serpentis]

[Oh, it's on.]

Perhaps I'm looking to take your words from your throat, to see if I can keep even a coherent sentence from leaving your lips. Would you still be so inclined, knowing that my intentions were so impure?

[And he smirks, pleased with himself.]

[noherald]

Of course I would. You're forgetting one very important detail, Dorian.

[Arhen's own grin is exceedingly self-satisfied, with all the air of someone who's fairly sure he's about to win.]

I know exactly what you like. If one of us is going to be left speechless, I don't think it'll be me.

[serpentis]

[Well. He can see why Dorian in Arhen's world liked him so much. He wasn't a shrinking flower of a man- despite his delicate appearance, he had teeth when he cared to show them.]

That sounds nearly like a challenge, Arhen. I invite you to do your best, as it were. You know how to find me, should you care to take me up on that invitation.