god rest you, merry gentlemen
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pylades_drunkGrantaire is usually the one who shows up to parties, rather than holding them, and he sees why only a little ways into making sure his apartment is clean and well-stocked to have his friends over.
Still, the high ceilings and at-some-point modern furnishings of the Bramford make an apartment that could easily be cluttered by wine and moved-out furinture look cozy instead. And, he thinks, especially with the rough last few months, Christmas should be a good time for everyone. It's perhaps his turn to ensure the comfort and warmth and laughter he enjoys so much actually happens for his friends.
It is, after all, a little amazing that they are all here.
The cat's settled on the back of one of the chairs, and everything seems actually done, so that just leaves Grantaire to start to get anxious that everyone has better things to do on Christmas Day than come see him. He's experimenting in mulling, though, and that disguises it pretty well.
[Christmas afternoon/evening party at Grantaire's! There's music, plenty of drink and food that he absolutely did not make, he promises. The Amis would have been the major ones invited but this extends to families/significant others/friends of course, too. The more the merrier. Tag in, tag each other, tag late, tag forever!]
Still, the high ceilings and at-some-point modern furnishings of the Bramford make an apartment that could easily be cluttered by wine and moved-out furinture look cozy instead. And, he thinks, especially with the rough last few months, Christmas should be a good time for everyone. It's perhaps his turn to ensure the comfort and warmth and laughter he enjoys so much actually happens for his friends.
It is, after all, a little amazing that they are all here.
The cat's settled on the back of one of the chairs, and everything seems actually done, so that just leaves Grantaire to start to get anxious that everyone has better things to do on Christmas Day than come see him. He's experimenting in mulling, though, and that disguises it pretty well.
[Christmas afternoon/evening party at Grantaire's! There's music, plenty of drink and food that he absolutely did not make, he promises. The Amis would have been the major ones invited but this extends to families/significant others/friends of course, too. The more the merrier. Tag in, tag each other, tag late, tag forever!]
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Date: 2015-12-31 12:58 pm (UTC)"Darrow tradition," Marius repeats with a smile. "I like the sound of that a lot." He remains standing where he is for the moment, not wanting to disrupt Glenmeower's feline affections. He knows, from experience, how little cats care for silly humans to walk away from their magnificent attention.
"Yes, I am working New Year's," Marius says, trying not to wince. He'd had to work New Year's Eve last year as well. "As long as no one vomits right away, and as long as any bar fight doesn't end with one of the chairs breaking, I'll count it as a good night." Not that Tintern was the sort of place where bar fights often took place; the spirit of New Year's, and the tradition of drinking until one sees black, transforms even the quieter pubs into places of revelry.
"God. That place," he repeats, shaking his head. He'd only been affected in that he'd witnessed Rat's worst fears. But he does know his other friends have had their share of horrors in that place. "How are you holding up from that?" He inquires softly. If Grantaire wants to talk about it, Marius wants him to know he's more than willing to listen.
And then Grantaire's smirking at Marius and mentioning last weekend, and Marius finds he can still turn that particular shade of scarlet from his friend's teasing.
He sighs, resigned. "Did you see me turn into a kitten then?"