GATHERING AT LINCOLN'S PLACE [OPEN TO ALL]

[lincolnmiller]

"No, Park we're not gaming tonight because it's Roosevelt's birthday. Stop calling him that, he is not. He's a hell of a lot smarter than you for starters. And I'm not having this conversation with you, either come to mine and celebrate my best friend's birthday or don't. It's up to you," Lincoln began, groaning as he put the phone down on Park. He could never understand why his friends couldn't all get along together. Park was a... okay, bad example. Lee was awesome but even she and Roosevelt bickered. And his best bro was going to be thirty tomorrow and it was up to Lincoln to throw him the best party ever.

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He really sucked at throwing parties. He had beer, food, music, people were supposed to be coming but he just hated that whole pre-party waiting thing. He wasn't meant to be a social butterfly, he was quite happy being an introspective nerd who had a set of amazing outgoing friends (and girlfriend.) He was quite happy being the wallflower. But he had to suck it up tonight for Roosevelt.

Hearing the bell, he ran to the door and opened it wide before smiling in relief.

"Oh thank god you're here," Lincoln began throwing his arms around the first guest.



OOC: ROOSEVELT IS THIRTY TOMORROW AND LINCOLN IS THROWING HIS BEST BRO FOREVER A PARTY WHICH EVERYONE IS INVITED TO. AND REMEMBER HIS PLACE IS LIKE TWO BEDROOM FLAT AND ALL HOMEMADE AMAZING FURNITURE AND GAMES AND GEEKY THINGS THIS IS NOT A CABOT SHINDIG.

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[starting_over]

"Oof!" Samantha exclaimed when Lincoln's arms came around her before she set even one foot inside the apartment.

"Now that's what I call a greeting!"

[dj_esebel]

Audrey squeaks a little in surprise and throws her arms back around Lincoln, tempted to see if he'll lift her off the ground. "I'm here!" she agreed brightly.

"I brought hummus? I don't know if that was a thing, but I brought hummus."

[thediceloveme]

"I got the chi-...Oof!" Lee grinned and went up on her toes to hug him. "...chips you wanted." she finished, kissing his cheek and then his lips."And I got these!" She said, pulling a pack of twizzlers out of one of the bags and waved them under his nose. He was a ball of nervous energy so she wanted to distract him a little bit with something fun.

[lincolnmiller]

"I was pretty sure it was going to end up just being me, Roosevelt, chips, and beer." Lincoln murmured with a gentle smile as he lifted Sam up for a moment in a hug before dropping her down in his apartment. Softly furnished with home made pieces, it was warm and friendly even if it did have lots of very geeky things lurking round the place. And his collection of old calling cards framed in places. "But you're here now so hopefully someone else will turn up otherwise I'm going to be the awkward third wheel."

[lincolnmiller]

Hands sliding down beneath her, Lincoln cupped Lee's ass as he lifted her up and kissed her pretty enthusiastically. Although his enthusiasm was probably mostly for the bags of chips as much as it was for his girlfriend.

"You're the best, I just want it to be good for him you know?" Lincoln murmured, looking besotted down at Lee and perhaps a little more at the twizzlers. "Are those for me? I'm starving."

[lincolnmiller]

Spreading his arms round her, Lincoln lifted Audrey easily up into his arms before he deposited her inside his place. Smiling a goofy smile at her, he checked her over for the hummus before acquiring it from her grasp.

"Hummus is a thing, we have things to go in your thing. Come on, kitchen is through here." Lincoln said, reaching back to snag her hand and tug her into the large open plan kitchen-living area.

[starting_over]

"Of course people are going to come," Samantha laughed with a poke in his stomach now that her feet were back on solid ground. She looked around the room and smiled, thinking it was very much Lincoln and so very opposite from Roosevelt. "I'm still trying to figure out how you two have stayed friends so long. You're so very opposite of each other."

[lincolnmiller]

"We both love football, well dad loved it more than I did but it was something we always did together. Roosevelt, me, his dad, and mine. And I don't know a little difference of opinion is good," Lincoln murmured, lifting his shoulders in a shrug with a small smile. Maybe it was because they were so different that was what kept them both together. Besides there was nothing Lincoln loved more than sitting in and watching a game with Roosevelt or going for a run, now that he was fit, with his friend. "It's more like we're brothers really."

[starting_over]

Samantha made a mental note to tell Roosevelt that he was free to take whomever he wanted for his birthday present and that it didn't necessarily have to be her. She loved football as much as the next person, but some things you almost had to experience with a friend. Besides, it wasn't as if there weren't more games to go to.

"I'm looking forward to seeing the two of you interact. I've never really seen it, I've just seen you both talking about the other. Now, I brought wine as well. Where would you like me to put it?"

[thediceloveme]

Lee kissed him again because she was never going to get sick of being able to do that. "You're always starving for something." She teased, handing him the pack and heading into the apartment to put the chips with the rest of the food. "He's going to have a good time, don't worry so much. It's just going to be like a roleplay session without the roleplay. And with slightly more people."

[lincolnmiller]

"So, pretty much the opposite of a roleplay session then." Lincoln responded, lifting Lee up into his arms. He took a moment to enjoy the slight feel of his other best friend in his arms before he leaned down. Brushing a kiss against her forehead, rubbing warmth into his lips he brushed a kiss down her nose to her mouth before putting her down gently.

Following her down the hall into his apartment, he pulled out a twizzler before sucking on the end of one. "You're the best, have I told you that recently?"

[thediceloveme]

"Not in the last fifteen minutes. I was getting worried!" Lee said, leaning over the table and laying out more food. "But I'll forgive you." She said as she turned back and stopped. He was doing it on purpose, she was sure of it, sucking on the sweet like he wasn't ruining her life. "Lincoln...How long do we have before people get here?"

[lincolnmiller]

"Oh, I see. Trying to work us out, you know we talk entirely in code and manly stares, right?" Lincoln joked, smiling down at Sam. He didn't think it would be too fascinating, the pair of them just talked about anything and everything like normal. Although maybe they could talk in code... then again Roosevelt would probably think they were being dorks. "In the fridge? Is it white? Fridge. And you can tell me what you got Roosevelt."

[lincolnmiller]

"Sorry, my alarm clock must've turned off. I'll remember to reset it so I can remind you in another fifteen," Lincoln replied, leaning up over Lee to grab a couple of bowls from the cupboard before placing them down on the table. Fingertips grazing her side, his hand brushed up as he moved past her. Turning at her question he chewed the end of the twizzler before looking at her curiously. "About forty minutes... why?"

[thediceloveme]

"Because you're a life-ruiner." Lee said, tugging the twizzler out of his mouth and leaning up to kiss him hard. Reaching up, she looped her arms around his neck and pressed her body close to his. Maybe getting worked up just before people were about to arrive wasn't the best idea in the world but she couldn't help herself.

[dj_esebel]

Laughing, she kicks her feet in the air before he puts her back down and then gives him an exaggeratedly flirty look. "Things to put in my thing, huh?" she teases.

She reaches out and pats the hand that's tugging her along to assure him she's kidding.

[starting_over]

"I've got white and red," Samantha told him as she moved in towards the kitchen. "I'll open the red so it has a chance to breathe a little. Of course, I'll let the first glass of it breathe in my glass, but I have to taste it first, right? Make sure it's not vinegar?"

She did just that and turned back to him with glass in hand. "Can I trust you to not tell him? Or will it be more fun for you to tease him that you know and he doesn't?"

[lincolnmiller]

"That's not exactly what I meant. I meant dip," Lincoln murmured, the top of his ears blushing a pink colour as he tried not to think of the innuendo. He smiled at the pat of his hand and led Audrey into the kitchen area. "It's not nice to tease the host or so I've heard."

Lincoln moved his limited edition Death statue up out of harms way so he could set up the hummus.

[dj_esebel]

"I know, I'm just an asshole," she says, admiring his his statue. "Got Susan anywhere? Or just Death?"

[lincolnmiller]

"That's not what I meant either and you know it." Lincoln replied bemused. Rubbing the coarse bristles on his jaw, he made a face as he looked around the shelves before finding a half-painted Susan miniature. "Got the whole miniatures collection somewhere but never finished painting them. I'm not really good with all the tricky, delicate stuff."

[lincolnmiller]

"Well, it would only be right for you to make sure you're not poisoning the rest of us." Lincoln replied, pulling out a couple more glasses for the wine drinkers. He was pretty sure a couple of the guys from work were going to stop by which meant beer but he had plenty of that. "You can trust me not to tell or tease him about it. Well, at least tease him before his birthday afterwards is different."

[lincolnmiller]

"I'm pretty sure I didn't destroy your army today or tell mmmph- oh." Lincoln murmured, his voice muffled by the sweet lips kissing his. Ducking down to kiss Lee, he let out a pleased noise before lifting her up off the floor. Spreading her legs so he could carry her easier, he lifted her up onto the counter before parting his lips to tease her tongue with his.

[starting_over]

"All right then," Samantha replied with another sip from her glass. She hoped to God she nailed this and, really, checking Lincoln's reaction would probably be the best indicator of that. Not to mention she still had time to change it, or get something else, if she missed the mark.

"I got him two VIP experience tickets to the Patriots home opener this season."

She took another drink of her wine to hide that she was metaphorically holding her breath.

[thediceloveme]

"You were saying?" Lee grinned as he carried her and wrapped her legs around him as he settled her on the counter, shuffling forward so she was pressed close and could get her hands on all of him. She groaned and deepened the kiss, pulling back to nip at his lip before diving back in for more, sneaking her hands under his shirt to drag her nails up his sides.

[lincolnmiller]

Lincoln almost choked on his own drink as he lifted the beer to his lips and took a mouthful just as she said that. Two tickets to the opening game was... ridiculously perfect and Lincoln was kind of hoping that his friend wasn't going to get all romantic and take Sam. Maybe they could get a third ticket.

"Forget Roosevelt, marry me. We'll make it work with Lee, wait don't tell her I said that because I'm joking. Just... wow, seriously?" Lincoln asked in vague disbelief before letting out a long breath. "I made him something for his place, that is just... you're the worst, I can't out do that."