Home for the Holidays

[sweetcandygirl]

Over the weekend, Harley was busy decorating her Nexus apartment, stylizing everything in soft whites and a few bright splashes of reds.

In the middle of the apartment, where her aerial silks normally hang from the cathedral ceilings, and several pinwheel decorations. And soft Christmas music is playing on the stereos, filling the open areas of her apartment.

The smells of several delicious foods waft from the kitchen. Everything is made with a vegetarian-friendly flare, that is still respectful to the season itself. And to supplement the fact there may not be any meat on the menu -- there is a large keg of ale on a countertop nearby. There is also plenty of wine, cocktails, and eggnog available.

Harley has invited a few people over to her apartment for a small pre-Christmas party. Mostly, those who already live or stay in her apartment.

[No posting order. Mingle around. Thread jump. All is good]

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[middle_son]

"Forrest Bondurant. Sorry." He offers a handshake, feeling a little chagrined Cricket hasn't talked about him to her before, apparently. His knuckles are scarred, but his hands are clean. He's freshly shaved and cleaned up because he didn't want to embarrass the boy.

[sweetcandygirl]

More than likely, Cricket did mention Forrest, and it was one of Harley's flighty moments. But she beams all the same. "Forrest."

"I am so glad you came tonight."

[middle_son]

"Hmn. Didn't want t'dissappoint 'im." He looks just mildly sheepish at that, but the truth is very much that he only came because Cricket asked.

[sweetcandygirl]

"I doubt you could disappoint him." Harley is flighty most of the time. But there are times she has great insight to a situation.

"If you need a quiet place to yourself tonight Forrest, feel free to seek refuge in one of my hiding places." She pats his arm.

[middle_son]

“...What kinda hiding places?” He mumbles, looking slightly bewildered. Forrest is not shy, precisely, but he is much more comfortable sitting on the sidelines keeping an eye on the room at large than he is being out in the middle of it, accosted by people. The idea of some kind of refuge is appealing.

[sweetcandygirl]

"Places where one can hide in a nook, and just get away from the crowds." Harley grins.

[middle_son]

He grunts, eyeing the people already there. “Like t’keep an eye on things.”

[sweetcandygirl]

"That is the best thing about these nooks. You can hide from plain sight, but still keep an eye on things." Harley grins.

[middle_son]

“Hmn. Sounds handy.” He rumbles, and looks a little sheepish.

[coldsong]

"Or I could make you invisible, if that would help." Leave it to Loki to interrupt a perfectly good conversation.

"It's good to see you again, Mr. Bondurant," he greets with a smile. "I admit, I had rather hoped you'd come here sooner or later."

[middle_son]

“Nawp.” Forrest squints at him, but giving a very flat answer to the offer seems like the kind of thing he can’t mess around with. “Don’t need magiccing up. But I been lookin’ the place over. Still not sure I want Howard ‘n Jack here.”

He doesn’t say it’s good to see Loki again, because that remains to be seen.

[sweetcandygirl]

"Loki... have you been having adventures without me?" Harley tsks her tongue lightly. It is obvious that the two have met before.

[middle_son]

Just in case Loki might be in some sort of relationship trouble over this, Forrest rumbles soberly, “Cricket sent’im with a letter for us. Wanted us t’know he was okay.” That’s not only the truth, but also far too sweet an errand for anyone to be upset over.