Celebrate Good Times

[rygdea]

WHO: Fynn Izunia, Team Brandywine, Colleagues & Close CR
WHERE: The Outdoor Patio, Ardyn’s House
WHEN: 8/26 (Afternoon)
WHAT: Fynn makes good to throw a little cookout for his colleagues to celebrate their alleged victory. Of course, he sought Ardyn’s permission first before slapping this shindig together. There's not much in the form of decorations but there's plenty of food, drinks and ice cream to go around.
WARNINGS: Copious amounts of alcohol? Other than that, nothing really.



[The telltale aroma of meat frying on the grill is enough to entice anyone to visit the party out back. It's not so much of a party as it is a small gathering of friends and coworkers alike. It's rather low key event much to everyone's surprise since Fynn isn't someone you would describe as low key. The man's a loud and abrasive asshole even on a sunny day but be damned if he can't cook. Even with his right arm still sore from stitches and bandaged from the shoulder down, Fynn managed to get most of the food prepared for this afternoon. He's been working since morning to get everything set
Up but not without Ardyn's help here and there. Fynn might know how to grill but his take on potato salad is an acquired taste most wouldn't appreciate.]

Okay! The hamburgers are done![He yells over towards the others. Fynn Really shouldn't be drinking while grilling but he has a beer in one hand, and the cooking tongs in the other.] Better get them before the cat does!

[He's referencing the mischevious black feline that's literally stalking both him and the grill. Erebus, Ardyn's cat, is on the prowl. Either make peace with the fact the cat will beg you to oblivion for the food or offer it some. Either way welcome to the party and please don't spike the fruit punch Fynn made. There's plenty of sake, beers and wines to go around. The fruit punch and soda is meant for the younger guests who aren't quite twenty-one yet.

Don't even think about grabbing a beer, kids. Fynn has eyes on the back of his head and a sixth sense for that nonsense.]

(ooc: feel free to mingle amongst yourselves! I'll be popping in and out between threads. Characters are allowed to bring their own food & snacks too.

PM me or shoot any questions at glacian.)

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[daemonized]

Don't tempt fate, else you may one day find out just how "bad" it is.

[He says it to tease, and it doubles as a light little jab at the eccentricities of the family members of his that she does know. Were they talking about those that she doesn't, his tone would take on something a bit more deprecating, but as it stands, this is all in good fun.]

You may have known me for years, but a majority of that time has been as friends. There was an arms-length of restraint there that doesn't quite apply to how we might be now.

[erythristic]

I think I could handle anything you and yours decided to throw at me.

[she knows he's teasing now - so she'll have to pull herself back and return every bit of fire.]

Fate has nothing to do with it.

[daemonized]

Doesn't it?

[They'll both tease, then. It's obvious it's transitioned into that by now.]

If not fate, then what?

[erythristic]

A choice, one to take advantage of or not. That is what will show me how bad it is, if it is truly bad or you're just making it up.

[fate, she could argue, doesn't exist at all. but it served as a nice enough turn of phrase to not tear apart at the moment.]

[daemonized]

[But throwing in words like "fate" and "destiny" never fail to make it at least ten times more theatrical.]

Well, depending on whom you ask, I'm the worst of the bunch. You seem to like me enough to date me, so I suppose you might just have the strength to endure an entire flock of Izunias someday.

[The "flock", really, is four. Himself, Fynn, and the Narukami twins. The latter are Izunias by blood, and therefore they count.]

That, or you'll just find yourself refilling a wine glass more often than not, as the regrets pile up around you, surrounded by cats and impossible personalities.

[erythristic]

I'll endure and flourish in their midst to half spite you, and prove myself as impossible as the rest. You'll be the one with regrets, Ardyn, if there are any to be found.

[you give the twins someone who will teach them how to properly use explosives and encourage their absurd thinking and be as dramatic as anything? you've unleashed something on Recolle.]

[daemonized]

By all means, prove me wrong. Should you end up being the most impossible of the family, then I'd be nothing short of proud of you, Grell.

[He laughs, then takes another drink of his glass. Erebus meows idly.]

But I can promise you this one thing: there will never be any regrets where you're concerned.

[erythristic]

You say that now. Wait until later.

[she says it just a touch too quickly - he can't say such things in public, she'll end up looking entirely too fond and become even more foolish.]

[daemonized]

Now or later, it doesn't matter. I know it'll be true.

[And how easily he says that in return.]

But we've still the future ahead of us, and in time, we'll see who's right and who's wrong.