The fires that were started last night are still burning bright in the noon-day sun, amidst the forest of sugar maples that mark the Lefevre compound. It's in one of those few unclaimed clearings that it burns, and a large pole made from a fallen birch tree holds center court. Bright blooms crown the top, encircling the pole with ribbons of red, white and green dangling from it, bright and eye-catching. Several of the Lefevre family are here, young and old alike, to join in the revel. Some, even, just emerging from the woods after a night of celebration. Traditions. They're important.
Avalon is one such Lefevre, the morning dew still on her face. She's in a dress of white lace, light and flowing, and there's a crown of daisies atop her head. Braids woven in her hair, and laughter pinging through the air. There have been flyers, ads, word of mouth passed around, inviting all who want to celebrate Beltane, rejoice in Life, to the Compound for the afternoon.
Jack hasn't been to one of these since he was 18 or so. He's walking into the area, car parked somewhere else, smoking a cigarette and looking quite content with things - he looks up at the May-pole and pauses to study it, reminiscing. He nods to some of the older Lefevres, recognising them, they recognising him, and he shoots at grin over at Avalon and waves, wandering her way. "Hey. Great to be here. It's like old times."
Despite the usual haughty nature of the Utridge clan Weaver's happily on the scene. He's one of those fellows that found his way here by flyer, and he still has it in his hand. The man's dressed in a black t-shirt bearing the symbol of the crescent moon, jeans, and a pair of shoes that are only now getting dirty as he walks closer. He was heading towards the gathering of people, but finds himself preoccupied with one of the fires as he stares directly at its center.
The black german shepherd has found a few dog friends to play with, but seeing Avalon, he comes bounding over to her and Jack.
Vinnie's out of place. Really. She doesn't belong here, that orange hair and urban apathy, but here she is anyway. She may well have been here since last night given that she's currently sprawled out on her back in the grass kinda sorta mostly out of the way not far from the warmth of a fire. She's in white-and-flowers, too. At least, partially. Her shirt is. Cropped white tee with floral embroidery. She even got into the spirit of the festivities! An amber-eyed orange tabby cat lays upon her belly, soaking up the lazy pettings from his current companion while intermittently scanning the crowd for new targets for affection and food. His tail flicks with mild annoyance when he sees the dog, but he doesn't bristle yet. Wary. Watching.
Maggie isn't a member of any of the local families, but the Native American woman thought she'd stop by for a visit to see how things are done. She isn't driving a car, but rather she arrives on horseback. Hyperion is a large black draft horse. Must be a hit with the local traffic. She sits comfortably in the saddle, dressed in jeans, boots and a long sleeved white shirt. For the moment she's just observing with a smile given she's the odd woman out.
Apparently, the Lefevres have nothing against day drinking. There's meads, hawthorne brandy, and plenty of other libations to be had. There's also things for the kids - and kids at heart - to do in Wish Boxes, egg charms, and of course weaving those flower crowns that a good number of the women have atop their head. It's a rowdy celebration, boisterous, and the mood is high. So are several revelers. Ahem. Many of the fires still burn high, but one closer to the maypole has been allowed to die down, just below the level of the typical campfire.
"Jack, it's good to see you," Avalon says as she extends her hands towards him, palms up, as bright as the fires that burn. "It's been too long, since you came and a run around the pole. And it's good that you brought Goblin, too. Such a handsome boy. Vinnie's got...err. You know, I don't think I've /ever/ gotten a name for that cat," she admits with a laugh. Unfamiliar faces, even they get a bright flash of smile. And plenty of compliments for the big horse. Along with a mention of where the muck pile might come to exist - over that way, a bit deeper into the woods.
Since having gotten back to town, Jack's gotten to know quite a few people, again - so he looks up over at Maggie, perking up seeing the horse, waving at her. Goblin runs in circles around Avalon, but is too excited to just sit still and get some scritches - and he's seen the cat, now. His tail begins to wag and he makes some whining noises, hopping on his front legs, like begging to be allowed to go over and say hi. Jack stares over at Vinnie, and the cat - he upnods at her. He did see her at the karaoke after all, even if he never got her name. "No, Goblin - you can't run over. The cat might not want to play with you, at all. Haven't you learned your lessons? How many cats have scratched you over the years?" He sounds faintly amused at the dog's antics. "I make no promises of running around the may-pole this time, Avalon. But we'll see." He's not one to easily break old traditions, either, having a big respect for those.
It's almost as if the Cat With No Name can understand what Avalon's saying about him. Did that ginger tabby just puff up with pride? Maybe a little. For what it's worth, Vinnie hears, too. She's got an arm lazily lifted to shield her blue-sunglassed eyes as she looks over to where Jack and Avalon are. "Guess we should do this, handsome. Try to be nice with the puppy?" As she starts to get up, the cat languidly steps from her torso, streeeeeetching lazily before starting over toward people. And dog. He's not afraid. He may well be the scratching sort. Once she's on her feet, the orange-haired beauty stretches, too, briefly flashing a bit of midriff before she follows in the wake of the feline. "Sure there's gotta be better Beltane rituals than running round a pole. I mean, fuck, why settle for the symbolic?" She flashes an almost sleazy grin at Jack which drifts readily to Weaver. And Maggie. No favorites here. Everyone's fair game.
Maggie gives a smile as she sees Jack and she waves back, "Heya, Jack." she calls. There's a look around to the other faces and she gives a wave to Weaver who she has met before. Even if briefly. She's then getting off the horse, hopping down and then leading him off to a shady spot, "I know, we've got other things to do. Just a quick visit." she smiles. Then she's heading over to where the others are. "Looks like there's a good turnout." she offers with a smile.
Goblin crouches down on his front paws, so excited that he's almost exploding, when Vinnie and the cat comes over. His tail is wagging like crazy, but he remembers what Jack told him, and manages to contain himself, letting the cat approach if it wants.
"I have a feeling that quite a few children were conceived on may 1st at Beltane party at Lefevres," Jack notes dryly to Vinnie, "so I'd say that quite a few are /not/ settling for the symbolic." He gives Maggie a surprisingly normal and warm smile. "Hi Maggie, nice to see you. And that's one splendid horse." Trust another horse owner and animal lover to comment. He snags a drink from a nearby table, a beer, and takes a sip.
"I'll be highly disappointed if you don't give it a twirl, Jack," Avalon muses. And as Vinnie makes her way over, the white witch gives an absolutely brilliant smile. "Hey, I never said the less symbolic option wasn't also encouraged." There's a waggle of her brows, before she turns her smile to Maggie. "Avalon," she offers. "Lovely horse. And I'm not saying that a good number of my family mysteriously have birthdays in February, but also, yes."
Vinnie smiles all appreciative and wide for Jack's understanding of the less symbolic options for celebrating the holiday. "That an invitation," she croons flirtatiously to Avalon, probably teasing, but who can tell. All those pervy thoughts are shelved, though, when he's got the even better idea of snagging a drink. And oh! The assortment. She drifts toward the drink table to consider her options, shamelessly trailing fingers over this bottle and that before settling on elderflower mead. How fancy! "Heather," she tells Maggie when she rejoins the group. Nevermind the fact that Avalon's already called her Vinnie. Whatever.
The cat makes his way directly toward Goblin's person, arching his back high as he brushes up against Jack's leg, making a bid for attention. And maybe just a little possibly trying to get the dog to misbehave.
Watching Vinnie curiously, and somewhat amusedly - or perhaps he's shocked to the core about today's youth - the park ranger's attention is drawn towards the cat instead; he crouches and holds his hand out to it. "Goblin... calm down. Just act cool." That is a hopeless endeavour, that dog can't act cool. The german shepherd lies down with head on his paws, whining. He wants the cat to pay attention to HIM! "Heather? This is a great cat." Yeah, animals. More interesting than people, almost always, in Jack's mind.
Maggie doesn't comment on the other things that happen at Beltane parties. Though she gives a smile to Avalon, "I'm Maggie, it's nice to meet you." she tells her. Then there's a look to Jack, "That's Hyperion. Themis didn't feel like riding today." she tells him. Then to Vinnie, "Nice to meet you, Heather. I'm Maggie." she offers. Then there's a look to Goblin, "He wants to love the cat really bad." she muses to Jack.
There's a soft, amused sound from Avalon at the actions of the feline, and Goblin's response to it all. "He's such a good boy," she chuckles, before flashing Vinnie a cheeky grin. "Tis the season. Good to meet you, Maggie." There's a few sauntered steps towards a table, before the witch picks up a glass of that hawthorne brandy for herself. There's food aplenty, floating around. Beltane-ing is hungry work.
Off to the side, there's a ringing laughter as one of the elder Lefevres, trying to blow the yoke out of an egg, instead makes it explode.
It took him a little while to get everything together and, because you NEVER KNOW when a cute girl might be present that needs to be serenaded, his guitar packed in his gig bag and slung over a shoulder, but Cam makes his way from the house with a large bucket filled with ice and bottles. It takes both his hands to carry it. So... there's a Cam heading over. "AAAAV! Where ya want this?" Oh that poor boy, his hair shining so brightly neon in the sunlight, glaringly orange today against his pasty skin.
Weaver was almost content as he stared that flame, but eventually he draws himself away from it. As he turns away from it he steals one last glance at it like a new ex. With a sigh he continues on, and makes his way to the gathering of people. His gaze first goes to the horse as he perks up and asks, "Oh! Are we gonna cook that? I heard horse meat's kinda gamey and weird, but I'm always up for trying something new!" He clasps his hands togther, looking between the gathered folks then, asking, "Somebody did bring ketchup, right?"
Trick knows he's cool. Trick's the cat, even if neither he nor 'Heather' are sharing that with all and sundry. He happily accepts all the petting from Jack before moving over to Goblin to monopolize on the moment, aiming to get all the awwwwwws from the crowd. If the pup will permit, he bumps his head right up against the dog's, rubbing affectionately, making friends.
"Maggie," Vinnie echoes. "I got an Aunt Maggie back down in, shit, where is she now? Florida? Wild child. Always was my favorite. Cept when she was chasing my mom around the house with a butcher knife." She takes a long swig from her mead. Which she almost spits everywhere at Weaver's question about the horse. She sputters a laugh, half-coughed, as she wipes her arm across her face. But then there's Cam. Her bottle goes up as she waves it his direction. "If it isn't Casafuckingnova. Long time, pretty boy!"
"He loves cats. Unfortunately for him, cats don't love him immediately," Jack says and Goblin makes another whining sound at this sad truth. He continues petting the cat for a few, looking up at Maggie as he talks, squinting. "We'll go riding some day," he suggests. When the cat wanders over, Goblin's tail stops wagging and he lifts his head, hopeful. And then, oh bliss, cat is nice and bumps head - the dog buffs nose against Trick, and will begin licking the feline almost immediately.
Jack slowly stands up, staring at Weaver with a set jaw and little humor; he doesn't quite see the fun in that statement. Rather than saying something, he just grabs another drink, and throws some grilled meat on a plate, to occupy himself.
"You should probably give a run around the pole, I promise I won't tell Fairy about it." Maggie teases Jack softly with a smile. Goblin however could tell her just fine. Then there's the Ginger. The beacons are lit...Gondor calls for aid! Someone get that kid an umbrella. Then she looks over to Weaver, "We are most certainly not eating my horse, Weaver." she tells him. Hyperion even stamps his hooves at that. He's not for eating! Then there's a smile to Vinnie, "I've not chased anyone with a knife but the day is still young." she chuckles. Though she does reach out and give Jack's arm a gentle squeeze.
When Weaver catches sight of Jack looking his way he gives a fervant wave and a big smile like a shark that's found his prey. "Howdy, officer. I hope that otter didn't get too far away from you before you got a taste of it. I know I found one not too long after, and, man, it really hit the spot." He calls over, "Don't worry, though. It's from last-" His gaze shoots to Maggie and then the horse as his tongue drags over his lower lip. To fae-touched eyes the shadows dance and play around the dragon, growing ever longer with his every word. "Well. Shit. I guess the regular stuff'll have to do for now," he grouses, shoulders sagging in mock dismay.
"Cam," Avalon says cheerfully, "Bring it over here. Nice and close. Yes. Closer. C'mon." There's a flutter of lashes, towards her brother, so sweet and innocent, before those mis-matched eyes of her turn towards Weaver. "I mean, there's /cow/," she offers. "Probably even goat. I heard that goat done over an open flame is supposed to be delicious." There's good-natured amusement in her tone. "But no, no horse on the menu. Welcome to the party, though." She gestures with her brandy glass, before taking a drink.
"I am not eating horse," Cam says, a bit confused as he gets close enough to pick up on tidbits of conversation and finds some really weirdly interesting things hitting his ears. He moves to set down the bucket, one shoulder lifting awkwardly as he does so to keep the guitar from slipping off. His sister is given a bit of an uncertain look, like he's not sure what, if anything, she has up her sleeve, but it's Vinnie who gets his full attention after that. Not like he's ignoring anyone else, just that it's /Vinnie/ so of course he has his eyes on her. "You look good," he says to her with his best smile. "I uh, I brought my guitar in case anyone wants to like have a singalong or something. I mean not like we're kids at camp. Adults do that stuff, too." As if he realizes his mouth is moving and words are coming out, he closes it and instead reaches over to try and steal Avalon's glass.
"Yeah, that little slut loves everyone," Vinnie says affectionately of Trick, grinning down at the cat as he drinks in all the attention. If cats are meant to be aloof, no one told this one. The mention of 'Fairy' has the orange-haired girl--not a ginger, that color nowhere near natural--eyeing Jack curiously; is he dating a stripper? Camgirl maybe? Huh. The retort from Maggie earns a snort of a laugh, a lift of her drink. "To seeing where the day takes us." Nevermind how her sunglassed gaze settles thoughtfully on Weaver when she says that, like maybe he's the most interesting part of this party. Well. Him and Cam. Once that bucket's down, she's smiling over at the proper ginger again. "Yeah? Ain't it a little early for gathering round the campfire?" Nevermind the actual campfire. "What're we gonna sing then?"
Jack relaxes, as the ladies talk Weaver down. He just nods at the man, stuffing his face with barbecued meat, and dropping a big chunk to Goblin - and the cat perhaps - habitually. "I am not singing," he declares pointedly, looking around to discourage anyone even mentioning it. He nods at Cam, perhaps being recognised - quite possibly they met at some point in the past, after all. "Well, looks like Goblin and your cat gets along. So far. Just watch them, Goblin might lick that cat so much it'll look like it's half drowned," he says jokingly.
Jack points at Maggie. "I'll run around it if you join me."
Maggie gives a chuckle to Weaver's sudden dismay at not getting horse, "I'm sorry Mister Utridge." she tells him. Then there's a look to the others and a smile, "It's a pretty day to do this." she admits. Jack's finger pointing though gets her attention and she sighs, "Alright. One time around though. The vet's going to be back out to check in on Fairy so I need to be back up at the house by then." she tells him with a smile.
Avalon easily hands her glass over to Cam. This is likely because there's only a half a finger of the brandy left in it. "Aww, but Jack, you did -so good- at karaoke the other night!," she teases lightly towards the ranger. "It's a performance that I'm not soon to forget. It really stood out, you know?" Her eyes crinkle at the corners with her smile, one that only grows as he asks Maggie to take a spin around the pole with him. Then, joining in with Vinnie, "Yeah, Cam, what are you going to sing us?"
Cam's eyes latch onto his sister with a hint of a death glare for a moment as he drains the tiny bit of contents of the glass he stole. He's quick to shove it back at her. "No me. /We/. Everyone. That's the point of a singalong." Jack's given a slight upchuck of a nod as he talks away. "I missed karaoke again? I guess it's not really fair, me being just /sooooo/ good and all." He's clearly joking even if he really actually is that good. "And Vin, it's never too early for a campfire or for gathering around it. Though I am perfectly fine right over there or something. Unless nobody else wants to. We don't have to. I just thought I'd bring it in case someone wanted to."
"Is he?" Jack looks positively happy to hear that. "I'll come by tomorrow again." He finishes his meat, wipes his fingers off on a napkin, drinks some beer. "Come on then," he says, grinning at Maggie. Least he seem more relaxed about this part, than singing karaoke - the reminder has him pointing at Avalon, mock-threateningly, before he moves off to join the revelers around the maypole. Assuming Maggie joins, he'll actually dance /with/ her around the pole, only a few rounds though. There'll be some spinning around, he'll even dip her down and pretend to drop her before catching her; he's just goofing around more than properly dancing.
Oh, yes! Trick will gladly take some of that barbecue, purring contentedly as he pins that piece of gifted meat beneath his paws and bites off parts. There's no greed, no jealousy for what Goblin's given, the cat all too happy to share a meal with his new friend.
"You did, uh, Queen, yeah?" Vinnie asks of Jack. Yeah, she was sober enough to remember. "I didn't see no shame that night?" The amused, questioning look she turns to him seems to wonder where his reluctance has suddenly come from. Well, with the singing. None for the dancing, it seems. She watches with what might even look like a genuine smile as Jack and Maggie head on over toward the Maypole. "You missed me singing," she tells Cam, only looking back his way after the words are spoken. "Hell, you missed me /stripping/ couple of weeks before that. Really doubting your grasp on the suburban Vermont nightlife..."
Maggie gives an affirmative nod to Jack, "Yes, he's going to check her wing and see about rehab." she tells him. Then she's off with the Ranger and she's a bit red in the cheeks because she's obviously not sure what she's gotten herself into! Though within a few minutes, she's laughing and trying to not step on Jack's toes while she dances with him. Or leave nail marks when he pretends to drop her. It's a reflex!
Avalon's hands go up, fingers spread, in that universal gesture of harmlessness. "Hey, I'm not saying that I got video of it or anything," she insists. Taking the glass back from Cam, so that she can hope to get herself a refill in the near future. "You missed a duet, really. We killed it. The karaoke. Not the stripping. I missed out on that, too." The witch in white leans over, bumping shoulders with with Cam briefly, as she watches Maggie and Jack for a moment.
Cam's eyes are carrying on an entire conversation with Avalon, as one-sided as it may be as he stares at her. "Uh-- what?" he asks Vinnie before turning as bright as his hair. "Uh, I didn't... I'm not-- Jesus Vinnie, I'm not going to talk about stripping in front of my sister and with my entire family just barely out of earshot!" he protests as he gets more and more neon red. Suave he is not today. Not that he usually is, but at least usually he's making an attempt of some sort and isn't quite this bad. But the look he gives to Avalon first reads that he's maybe glad he missed it, then to not mention the S word, /then/ a look of thinking she's insane at something else. "What?" he whisper-hisses to her in response of... something.
Out there around the maypole, Jack's having fun. "Woops," he jokes, at his pretend-drop, grinning at the zoologist. "Too much to drink." Lies - he hasn't even had one beer yet. He twirls her around again - he's not really making any dance steps, just walking and sometimes putting hands on her hips and spinning around, or high fiving some passing by familiar people. "I'll take it easy tonight. I was drunk Saturday /and/ yesterday. Since my return, I've had more drunken bouts than I had five years prior. Is it just this place that makes me want to drink, you think?"
Vinnie can't feign innocence. She's just not built for it. She's utterly amused by Cam's fluster, lips pursing into a little pout before she shrugs. "Too bad." She takes another long pull from her bottle of mead. It's mead. And maybe she eyes that exchange between the siblings a little, but she leaves that to them, turning most of her focus around at the others. Trick, fed and contented, lays down against Goblin. It's evidently nap time. The sun's out. Of course, it's nap time.
There's a roll of eyes from Avalon, at that not-quite whisper from Cam. "Seriously?" Sigh. She takes the few steps needed to reclaim the bottle of hawthorne brandy, refilling her glass just a bit more than the first time. Watching the dancers that twine ribbon around the pole, the circle of flowers sometimes shedding blooms as it's jostled by the movements. There are ribbons tied to the low limbs of some trees as well, fluttering in the breeze. And while there's no jumping the broom taking place at current, there are some brave souls taking leaps over the lower fire, and younger kids looking on in awe at the grown-up stuff they will one day get to partake in.
"You're a horrible liar, Jack Fry." Maggie states with a chuckle as she looks to him. She's a bit happier than she usually is. The half dancing doesn't seem to be a bad thing to her. Though there's a bit of concern in her gaze when he talks on the drinking, "Well, are you a happy drunk or a violent one?" she asks him. "Maybe that's a conversation for another time." she adds quickly. "This place might be part of it. We've got a lot of weird in Tamarack Falls." she admits.
"Oh Vinnie, you look busy," Cam says in his best attempt at being somewhat nonchalant as she directs her attention elsewhere. "Guess you're not interested in the pole, then." He pauses. "Maypole. Not stripper pole. I wasn't trying to imply you're a stripper." He gives Avalon another quick look for a moment as if to make sure she knows this is /all/ her fault. She knows he gets all tripped up talking to Vinnie. Hard to believe he can actually carry on normal well-adjusted conversations with everyone else. "How about we all just concentrate on drinking, get really drunk and sing Journey at the top of our lungs later?" He bellows over to the others nearby, "YOU GUYS WANNA HEAR SOME JOURNEY IN A BIT?"
"I'm... about the same as usual drunk," Jack explains, "except I slurr." He grins, grabs one of those ribbons and will the tie it around her head like a very colorful, fluttering sweatband. "Don't worry about it. I've just gotten dragged into things that I don't normally do and it involved drinking. Once everyone's stopped trying to make me all social, things will settle down." But, he concedes; "And yes, the weird calls for a stiff drink now and again, doesn't it." Gesturing towards the others, he asks; "Want to head back? Before I actually /do/ drop you, and there'll be broken bones and ambulances and the party crashed."
From somewhere in the crowd, a heavily-bearded Lefevre with a beer in his hand shouts back, "PLAY FREEBIRD!"
From another side of the party, someone shouts "SING LIVING NEXT DOOR TO ALICE!" THis is met with a few groans and someone twaps this man over the head.
"You trying to get me on your pole, Casanova?" Vinnie asks, looking back at Cam with that crooked grin of hers. "Thought we were playing nice while your sister's right there and there's family everywhere." She bats her lashes so very sweetly beneath those sky blue sunglasses. When he proposes his musical selection, she asks, rather convincingly, "What's Journey?" like she's never heard of the band. Given her age, maybe that's somehow remotely possible. When others start calling out other suggestions, she just gestures to them with her drink. See? They don't know Journey either.
Maggie gives a look to Jack and there's a chuckle, "Slurring isn't so bad." she admits. Him tying the ribbon around her head makes her smile a bit softly at him and she looks at him as he tells her things, "I can understand being drug into the things that you don't want to be. I've been there. Still dealing with it in some regards." she tells him quietly. Then she looks back to the others and then back to Jack, "Yeah, lets head back. I should get going so Fairy won't think she's been abandoned." she murmurs to him. "She's doing really good though." she adds as she starts to head back.
Laughter hidden behind her glass, Avalon's eyes move back and forth between Vinnie and Cam. It's a double blessing, watching her brother fumble and seeing her friend enjoy herself. Makes the heart happy. "At least take a hop over the fire. You know that it's good to take part, Cam. Traditions." A warmth to her, just as pleased to watch others enjoying themselves. "I won't get Vo out here to take a twirl until after the sun's gone down. Night owls, you know?"
Jack gives Maggie one last twirl, then lets her go and gestures for them to wander back to the drinks, food and the hostess and company. Goblin? Well, he's still just lying there, snuggling with the cat. Normally he'd be all over the place, but, but... Cat! "You know what, I'm going to take off - I'll come out to check on Fairy in about an hour?" In the end, that bird wins over getting drunk; he /is/ looking a bit more haggard than usual. Been a rough few days.
Yeah yeah. Night owls. Cam is used to it. The ever-elusive Vo. But that's not what's on his mind right now. Ways to kill Avalon is likely what's on his mind. Or maybe Vinnie. Or likely both. "Journey is a band. A good one. They did that one song that's popular on the oldies station." Because that's the world we live in now, people. Deal with it. "And you know what I meant. About pole-- maypole. The maypole. I was going to ask if you wanted... but nevermind." He waves a hand as if to dismiss the whole idea. "Avalon thought you might want to do it. I was just going to be nice for her sake." Yeah. That's clearly it. Yup. Throw Av under the bus!
Vinnie's grin grows for that remark about night owls from Avalon. "Oh. I know." It might just be to make Cam even more uncomfortable, the implication clearly that she is aware of just what happens after the sun's gone down in Avalon's apartment. After all, she lives there. In her own room, of course. "Can't be that popular," she quips, hiding whatever amusement's trying to show itself with another pull from her drink and a momentary look down at the cuddlesluts. Goblin and Trick seem every happy together, in no small part because they're getting attention from other party-goers taken in by their cuteness, dipping down to love on the unlikely pair. There are even occasional offerings of meat. Gotta admit, the kitty's good at what he does. When Vinnie's baby blues swing back to Cam, it's brief, a quick look before she's considering Avalon with arched brows. "That so, pretty? Didn't take you for the type to be too shy to ask a girl to dance."
There's a flutter of lashes, but those mis-matched eyes don't quite look innocent. At least not when her river hobo is concerned. Avalon snorts, and near choles on the sip of brandy that she was in the middle of. "OH, no, I'm not shy at all. Unlike some people that I'm related to, when I see someone that I want to take a twirl around the maypole with, I've got the nerve to ask." She tosses the last of this glass of brandy back, handing the glass to Cam. "Vinnie, darling, take a spin around with me. Shame to waste the chance to twirl with you." Offering her arm, and looking to Cam smuggly.
Cam's hand suddenly has the brandy glass shoved into it and he doesn't put forth any actual objection, even though he opens his mouth for a moment. It closes again. He sighs slightly and looks mildly dejected. "I have nerve," he mentions. "I just... would rather watch. Because there's drinking to do. And I gotta tune my guitar." So with the glass shifted to the other hand, he shrugs off the gig bag from his shoulder and sits down so he can take his guitar out. It's not his usual one. He has four in total. This is the Outdoor Campfire Party One. The one that if something is going to happen to one, it's the one he'd want it to happen to. He settles himself to sit at the edge of a table and pulls the guitar out to start messing with it, even though it's clearly already in tune to start with. "You guys dance. Have fun."
If Vinnie's got any heart strings to tug, that casual, only kinda dejected reaction from Cam might be the sort of thing to set them to trembling. But who'd ever know? She's got a pretty girl asking her to dance and drink to finish before they go and do that. She doesn't /quite/ finish her mead, but she does drain a good bit of it before the bottle's set on the table and she's taking up the offered arm. "Play us something pretty, yeah?" There's a wink for Cam, a smile that flashes almost warm. But then they're off to go skip and weave and be utterly ridiculous for a little bit. Anyone paying attention might even suspect she's having fun. Anyone paying Really Close Attention might notice there's some magic going on, a little bit of Luck Magic sent out into the world in the hopes that others might get lucky before the night is through.
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