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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[dj_esebel]

Audrey grins and elbows him lightly, a friendly acknowledgment of her own silliness. "I've never had a hand for painting little fiddly things either," she admits. "I mean, I'm a champion post-it doodler, but little statuettes? Can't do it."

[lincolnmiller]

Lincoln let out a soft oof, bending over double as Audrey elbowed him lightly. Exaggerating a little, he staggered into the sideboard and pretended to fall heavily to the floor. Grinning up at Audrey from his prone position, he laughed at his own ridiculous and goofy, dorky nature.

“I have post it notes, remind me to get you to doodle something tonight.” Lincoln said, pretending to rub his ribs as if seriously wounded by Audrey’s tiny little elbow. “What about fiddly little pieces of music? Are you good with those?”

[dj_esebel]

"Wow, nice to know that plus ten armor wasn't a scam," Audrey says. She pats his arm very carefully now, as if she thinks it might send him flying into the wall.

"And I am excellent at fiddly pieces of music."

[lincolnmiller]

Lincoln pretend winced as Audrey patted his arm. Smiling like a goofy dork at him, he took a while to get back up off the floor.

"Then I am going to have to get you to play one of those excellent fiddly pieces of music, in a venue that is not a fire hazard. Which technically mine might be, I might have to go check the numbers..." Lincoln said only half kidding.

[dj_esebel]

Audrey laughs and goes up on the very tips of her toes to kiss him on the cheek, light and friendly. She flirts like she breathes and means nothing by it.

"You're not really that strict. But...I did bring my ukulele in that bag there, if you want."

[lincolnmiller]

Lincoln leaned down a little so that Audrey could brush the soft kiss against his cheek. Smiling warmly down at her, he brushed his palm against her and rubbed his hand against her arm gently.

"Oh, I don't know... I could be very dominating, if I wanted to be." Lincoln said, realising how that sounded with a blush. "And I would love to hear you play."

[dj_esebel]

Another laugh and Audrey purses her lips like she's trying really hard to keep the obvious pun from jumping out. Instead, she squeezes his hand and then goes back to the bag she left by the door, holding up her ukulele.

"Any requests?"

[lincolnmiller]

Lincoln gave Audrey a look as he was pretty sure she was stifling the urge to say something rude in return. Cheeks flushed, he pressed his fingertips against them in a pathetic attempt to cool them down.

"Not the Rains of Castamere, I don't want to red wedding this party. Whatever you feel like playing, I will be happy to listen to anything." Lincoln replied cheerily.

[dj_esebel]

"Not even a purple wedding? I always get so choked up at those." She grins and plucks the strings a few time before strumming up I Am Not A Robot.