sharp_as_knives | Jono's Birthday Party, His Hannibal's House, Wednesday night

As was to be expected of any party thrown (or, more accurately, carefully arranged) in Hannibal's home, everything about tonight's party seemed to be well-considered, well-balanced, and tasteful.

And as was to be expected of any party thrown in Jono's honour in a home that he spent more time in than the place he called his own, all of those well-considered, well-balanced, and tasteful fixings were a little bit on the punk rock side.

There was food, of course, arranged by Hannibal. And music, naturally, arranged by Jono. And a billiards table in the billiards room, which Jono thought was important and which Hannibal had actually allowed him to have installed, which had left Jono pleasantly bewildered right up until the whole process was complete and he was free to shoot the billiards balls to his bio-nuclear psionic heart's content.

Just… maybe not all night, tonight. He was supposed to be entertaining guests or something like that, tonight. Just because it was his birthday didn't mean he was off the hook when it came to visiting or whatever. But if he got too overwhelmed, it was entirely possible he'd shove a flamingo or something at somebody and duck away before they realized what was going on. That was how parties worked, right?

That was absolutely not how parties worked. If you got too overwhelmed, you retired upstairs to the music room or library, after informing your partner so that he could host in your absence.

For now, though, Hannibal was giving last-minute instructions to the waiter (he'd restricted himself to one after Jono had looked pained at having a waiter for his birthday party) and painstakingly arranging the food.

He looked around proudly and nodded, then smiled at Jono. "You will have to come out of that room at some point. Are there any foods you'd like to try before everybody arrives?"

//… If I said I'd been eyeing the mushy peas since you started making them...// Jono looked hopeful, yes, before leaning over the billiards table. //Five ball, side pocket.//

"Mushy peas it is." Hannibal rearranged the raviolis into a configuration that allowed for one fewer and lifted the spare one to his mouth, letting it dissolve slowly. It wasn't one of his preferred tastes, but he made nothing unpalatable, and he was perfectly capable of appreciating the variety of flavors in it.

And Jono, who was usually at least a little attuned to what Hannibal was doing with his mouth these days, found himself half-closing his eyes, sending off a little psionic wave of appreciation, and missing his shot spectacularly.

At least tonight's party probably wasn't going to be boring.

[OOC: Open for anyone who thinks they were invited, anyone who wants to have been invited, any crashers, what-have-you! OCD up!]

[ETA: OMG I suck. I was so tired last night, I forgot to mention - it probably goes without saying, but this was written at least half by the wonderful

furnaceface!]

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sharp_as_knives

For Hannibal and Jono, and anyone that wants to be unfashionably early!

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furnaceface

Jono... was probably not actually turning 38 today. It was his birthday, and he was certainly turning something, but 38 was a number that hadn't felt too off all things considered and had been chosen completely arbitrarily based on the year that he'd been born.

Only in Fandom would that be an arbitrary measurement of age, wouldn't it?

Anyway, he approved of the peas, and was making faces at that five ball, now.

//I meant to do that.//

Suuure.

From:

sharp_as_knives

Arrive, mingle, and generally have fun! The party will be mostly on the rear lawn, deck, and basement level (which includes a media room, billiards room, wet bar, and small suite).

From:

furnaceface

Look at Jono! Being a good host-cum-birthday-boy and not running to hide in a bedroom somewhere with the cats all night!

Actually, he was doing an impressive job of meandering, trying to split his time between all the rooms that were open for the party. Not bad for somebody who swore up and down that he hated socializing, was it?

From:

sharp_as_knives

He was doing quite well, actually, and Hannibal was proud of him. "Not too onerous so far?" he teased.

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Jono's Birthday Party, His Hannibal's House, Wednesday night

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