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?

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[x-celsis.livejournal.com]

Shall I tell you some of the things they wanted me to do? Some of them probably required a metamorph to accomplish.

[x-courier.livejournal.com]

You love it when they talk dirty to you. Don't try to hide it.

[x-celsis.livejournal.com]

They think dirty at me. With pictures even. Some of them draw diagrams.

Some of them I thought back to. During their speeches. I've never seen a man grip a lectern so . . . tightly.

Where are you? I haven't actually seen you in here yet.

But I can hear you . . .

[x-courier.livejournal.com]

See, now I'm pretty sure you're thinking dirty at me.

I'm on the floor in front of the couch, underneath 'Yana and Jennie. And possibly others. And I would be grateful for a rescue.

And possibly restraining some of your laughter when you see what they've done to my face.

[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.

[x-bishop.livejournal.com]

Or someone who could accomplish the task by thinking it.

[x-celsis.livejournal.com]

Are you here? It's very dark - apparently somebody attempted to swing off the light fitting, but nobody is quite sure who.

No-one told me you were here.

I have champagne and cognac and cake. Would you care to join me in celebrating my birthday?

[x-bishop.livejournal.com]

I'm hidden. Once you said everyone was pantsless I decided it wasn't my kind of party.