22 Phoenix Place, Monday

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal woke up, stretched, and sighed. It had been another one of those weekends, hadn't it.

He got up and got dressed, then fired off a quick series of e-mail and text messages before making breakfast. They all said pretty much the same thing:

I trust you're doing well after this weekend. I have a well-stocked wine cellar and liquor cabinet to go with dinner tonight, if you're interested.



[OOC: If you think you got one, you got one! Any friends, colleagues, and friends-of are welcome to RSVP or just show up; I'll put a dinner post up later today. This post open for anyone dropping by in the morning.]

[ETA: Now with new correct day!]

Comments

[furnaceface]

Ah, yes. Jono was trying to live in denial of the weekend, but that wasn't going to be easy, was it?

Seeing as I'll likely be in Glacia by then, I don't suppose you'll accept my presence this evening as an adequate substitute for our Friday date?

What? If he wasn't going to be able to pretend it never happened, the next best thing was going to involve teasing about it.

[sharp_as_knives]

Jono's message made Hannibal laugh.

Considering the information I sold is worthless now, I think we can count ourselves even. I hope you'll make it tonight anyway.

[furnaceface]

I'm looking forward to it, then. I'll see you there, mate.

And maybe if enough people showed up, Jono could ride on the coattails of everyone else's drunkenness, too. He'd win either way!