Bite they little heads off! Nibble on they tiny feet!

[baedalites]

Who: EVERYONE.
What: Catenrat party.
Where: The Apache and surrounding environs.
When: Givdi the 22nd of Toidaren
Notes: The topic threads are just suggestions; if you've got somewhere else that your characters simply must be, make your own thread. When your characters are ready to leave, they'll be given a little wooden cheese, a glass fish, and a voucher for a big basket of snacks.
Warnings: None yet. Please put warnings up on individual threads.

The Apache is much the same as it always is: dimly lit, with the jukebox playing in the background, and the bartender serving whatever's on tap. Above the doorway and wound through a few of the sets of antlers some enterprising soul has placed a garland decorated with little blue and green fish.

Comments

[captaincocksure]

His smile takes on an impish cast at her declaration, one hand raising to cover his heart as if he could just swoon from that opinion. "I'd tell you to stop but we both know we're no good at that concept. And I'm a poor liar on top of it. Also, you never know--I could look great in a dress."

His expression softens; he reaches out to take one of her hands in both of his, briefly. Long enough to convey his esteem but ending in plenty of time before it becomes at all pushy or improper.

"It's good to see you, too. Dr. McCoy's here; I should introduce the two of you."

[norea]

"Stop, you'll give me ideas," she 'threatens', though that quickly abates as she is visibly charmed by the gesture when he takes her hands. Hasi inclines her head just slightly, in order to regard Jim from beneath her lashes, smile gentle until the conversation resumes.

"I'd love it if you did! I intend to be terribly sociable this evening."

[captaincocksure]

"You say that like there's something wrong with it," he teases back, his gaze and his hand lingering over hers for a few more moments. Then he releases her hand and casts his gaze over the rest of the party.

"He's around here somewhere. Probably holed up in a quiet corner with a bourbon, being his gruff self. He could use some terribly social."

And some good company and a distraction from what Jim knows is Bones blaming himself for vanishing for a month. The emotional contortions that man puts himself through sometimes, seriously.

(Please note his complete failure to realize he does the same thing.)

He doesn't see the doctor anywhere; he turns back to Hasi with a faint shrug. "We'll have to hunt him down in a bit."

[norea]

Just then, the bartender manages to actually get their drinks to them; she gives the man her most gracious smile and thank-you, aware that he's probably having quite a day at work, even if the tips ought to be good. When she returns her attention to Jim, it's with a glass in hand.

"Well, I'll follow your lead," Hasibe decides, "There are so many people in here, I'm going to have to stick close by you so I don't get caught in the crowd."

Her reasons are wholly practical, you see? As for those ideas, there is a moment when she bites her lower lip a little in that smile, the gesture not entirely as calculated as it could be, but...it's not without purpose, either.

[captaincocksure]

"Thank you!" Jim calls after the bartender, because one must always be good to the people who can get you more booze. And so he also offers Hasi a warm thank you, and his arm.

"Come on. Come sit with me for a few minutes before I try to track down my reclusive CMO."