Birthday surprises

[xp_whitequeen]

Rich men gave me prizes tonight. Apparently for my excellent services to industry. I wore something white and glittering and sheer and listened to exactly what services they wished me to perform. Them and their trophy wives. Some of them were quite - inventive.

I drank champagne and cognac and ate fine French food and celebrated vive la France.

Then I dropped in on the Brownstone to catch up with some work and I find my staff have decided that it's pantsless o'clock and to raid all of the liquor cabinets.

So, would any of you drunken panting pantless singing heathens care to worship Auntie Em at half past her birthday?

Comments

[x-celsis.livejournal.com]

That's a special look. Is Illyana unconscious? How are you typing on the journals under them?

Sorry, silly question. Metamorph.

I shall rescue you when I've picked my way through the bodies. Should I bring the cognac with me?

Also I have cake. They gave it to me for my birthday. It tastes like chocolate heaven. Just so you know.

[x-courier.livejournal.com]

Metamorph. Also, I have a very pretty phone.

Of course you should.

...You're sharing, yes? Or taunting? If it's the latter, I might just have to beg.

[x-celsis.livejournal.com]

Some things I'm sharing. Some things I'm taunting. I'm sure you'll work it out, darling boy.

Though I'm never averse to begging. It doesn't mean I pay any attention, but I'm definitely not averse.

[x-courier.livejournal.com]

I love it when you tease.

Emma, love, may I have some of your chocolate heaven?

[x-celsis.livejournal.com]

I even brought you a cake fork, my most flexible darling.

I have to say, this is so very much better than my last birthday.

And on that thought, I think I need some more cognac.