week four | mingle

[marriagebroker]

Final week at the estate! Final week with your friends. Final week with your beaus. Time to make the most of it, everyone!

In fact, to celebrate this fact, today there is a cake. It's nothing special, just a nice little cake to enjoy with your morning coffee or throughout the day. Yay, cake!

And when Wei Wuxian arrives that morning, he is going to call out once again for everyone to join him, near the cake.

"Everyone, I have another announcement!"

Hell yeah, announcements.

Boom Boom Room | Dates | Property Damage
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[gamboler]

[ This is starting fun shit? He's extending an olive branch, or something. Even so, he gives a not-so-subtle roll of his eyes at Messmer's distrust. ]

Oh, please. If I were going to poison you, I'd never take such a tactless approach. [ Has he poisoned people before? Don't worry about it. ] Besides, I wouldn't ask you to drink anything I wasn't willing to drink myself.

[ He says, a little sing-songy, before lifting the bottle he holds in his other hand, giving it a shake. ]

Same liquor. I think we'd all like to see you get hammered. Is that so wrong?

[anathemaw]

Thou wouldst sooner see me quartered.

[ there was straight-up venom in his eyes before - the anger of a man who'd clearly been hurt in a way a little too similar to what Messmer had wrought. He's met victims of his actions before, survivors from ruined families, vengeful mothers and daughters. Aventurine would certainly be the first one to approach him for a drink. He remains apprehensive. Not because he's afraid Aventurine will hurt him, or of some potentially heavy conversation, but because he'd rather not continue to drag out whatever pain Aventurine is using him as a proxy outlet for. ]

[gamboler]

[ A mirthless snort, the buzz of alcohol in his system loosening his lips where he might otherwise have simply walked away. ]

Don't flatter yourself. Simply put, I'm not the one who deserves to do that to you. I know who took my family, my people away from me, and it wasn't you, so don't go getting a fat head off that guilt complex of yours.

[ ...

He's just throwing back this shot himself now. ]