spoopy shenanigans [ota]

[effingsirius]

It's Halloween. Clearly this means it's time for shenanigans.

Or at least a party. Come costumed (or at the very least clothed.) Here there be alcohol and spoopiness.

Have fun!



[ooc: sob idk what this is go forth and have fun ppl i guess toplevel and attack at will?]

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[forevertwentyone]

[Of course there's giggling. This is an incredibly brilliant thing he's got going on here.

There's also going to be a brief, careful adjustment of Sirius's bow tie, because of course there is.]

Good time, then?

[effingsirius]

[Of course there is. And of course Sirius is going to stay settled in close, because this is just how they roll.]

Other than your wife and the other light of my life being positively cruel to my heart, it's been wonderful.

[forevertwentyone]

Lily? Being cruel?

[Hang on. He has to summon a proper look of True Offense.]

To you?

[The world is terrible when one's husband and wife are fighting, though. For real.]

[effingsirius]

[Very good. That is exactly the correct response.]

I know, right? Her and Remus.

[Look at this puppy pout, James.]

[forevertwentyone]

[Truly, the most advanced puppy-face of all their faces. Well, technically less so here and now, but as a matter of principle, still.]

What'd they do, then?

[effingsirius]

Did you hear what their explanation for their lack of proper costumes was?

[Clearly this requires a dramatic flop against his best friend. Life is so hard, James.]

They're "dressed as" a werewolf 'nd a witch.

[Worst!]

[forevertwentyone]

[He wants to be a good friend. He really, really wants to be a good friend.

So he does his damndest to stifle the snort of amusement that pulls to his lips.]

--terrible?

[effingsirius]

[Gasp. Rude. Rude and look at how your best friend is clutching at his heart in total and utter betrayal.]

It is, Prongs!

[forevertwentyone]

Sorry, sorry--

[Give him a second to get on board and control his features.]

Y'want me to go be cross at them, then?

[effingsirius]

[Much better.]

Hm. [A moment to think as he flops all the more.] Eventually. I need all the comforting snuggles, first.

[forevertwentyone]

Poor dear.

[There's comforting, and then there's crushing Sirius with gangly arms against his chest, cooing and tsking. One's much more dramatic, and therefore much more important.]

Poor, poor dear.

[effingsirius]

[Wonderful. Clearly James is the best friend out of everyone in this bar.]

I am. 'm very troubled.

[forevertwentyone]

We'll make it right, though. Just you watch.

[Or, at any rate, forget about the injustice in a few minutes.]

[effingsirius]

This is why you're my favorite.

[Or, at least, he is for the moment. It rotates.]

[forevertwentyone]

[That gets an amused snort.]

And because I'm the best, one assumes.

[effingsirius]

That too.

[But surely that's obvious. Surely.]