Embers of Summer

[Circe]

Circe's condo is spacious on the interior, though not so much on the lawn department. The front is small and the back is rather heavily boxed in thanks to privacy fences. Very plural privacy fences, including some new ones. Not Circe's fences either, though the tanned Fairest may have contributed to their erection by concerned parent neighbors.


It did have enough room however to setup a 5 person table, a folding table with a lot of cans stood on it, and a grill with plenty of leg room left over. The lack of 5 chairs was countered by the presence of 3 reclining zero gravity patio chairs. Comfort over appearances, very much like the host who was in sweatpants and an unzipped sweatshirt. The Summer Mantle may have been a factor in the dressing down. That or the grill burning up skewers of sausages from various animals, potato, peppers, carrots, and zuccini. She'd a lot to get rid of.


Hopefully both Talia and R'lyeh were hungry. She checks her phone, having a few wireless cameras helps ignore the doorbell.

[Talia]

The Cab pulled up outside Circes condo, and after a few moments of digging the change out of her pockets Talia was exiting the cab and walking up the house with purpose. She wore her usual boots, aka old faithful's. Accompanying her usual shoes was the leather jacket she usually wore and a pair of jeans she found comfortable. She pressed the doorbell, looking down at the bottle of Spiced rum in her right hand just to check she had not left that in the cab, she did not want a repeat of the time she once turned up to a party and left the booze in the cab rather than the security tag.

[Circe]

Circe's alert was louder than the doorbell, hooray for wifi wiring in homes and semi-automated everything. Circe set the grill to a safe level, dropped the lid, and headed inside to welcome her, hmm? Guests, to common. Vassals? Winions? Cavalieri? Okay, that sounded better. Cavalieri D'estate. Good.


Circe does need a minute or so to reach the door from the back porch/mini yard. She opens the door and is happy to find Talia present. Looks like R'Lyeh would be fashionably late. "Welcome Talia, ta Il tugurio dell'estate. See ya got yer kick ass boots with ya. Hope ya brought hunger with that rum," she steps aside to allow Talia entry into her Iron Side home.


It has less gun paintings, posters, and decor than would be expected given Circe's personality. She might not even know all of the characters in the posters she has in place of framed pictures on the walls.

[Rlyeh]

R'lyeh might be fashionably late, but she had to bike here. Well, she had decided to bring her own bottle of vodka, but then realized that would be bad, wasn't there a rule about bringing already opened and drunk from booze? So she had to backtrack and then go to the liquor store and get another bottle of vodka so she could bring that. So. Lateish and sweaty. But. It's fine. She's fine. It's fine. Finding a place to leave her bike, and straightening out her overshirt of her outfit she takes a breath and then realizes she forgot her vodka in the secured bag on her bike and had to run back and get that. So. Ya. Fine. Everything's fiiiiine.

Okay. It's not, but that's okay. She's nervous. It might not be a formal meeting but it was a Court Meeting and it was her first Court meeting. Ever.

So, when she got her breathing under control she rang the doorbell.

oh. ug. she was gonna throw up.

[Talia]

Talia Smiled "These are my eating boots... also my stomping boots" she was about to ask where R'lyeh was and then doorbell rang. "Ohhh she's psychic as well!"

[Circe]

"Well, hope ya grill it after ya kill it," she jokes about the footwear and doorbell! "That'd be neat. Fingers crossed," she holds up her left hand with fingers as such towards Talia, "That she's the head asplode kind and not card tricks."


Then Circe opens the door, "R'Lyeh! Oh my, yer Russian over here did ya?" Noting the vodka she has with her. And a cute outfit, "Stylish too, come in, come in."


The guests will note that there is a gun on the wall of Circe's living room, above the very large LCD TV. A clearly fake Tommy Gun. Well, mostly fake, it isn't functional. Circe will lead the way to the living room pointing out, "Lil bathroom that way, big bathroom that way," for her two toilets, "Please use the lil or buckets if over drinking."


She jerks a thumb towards the porch to lead to her yard, "Lil green and grill is this way. Victuals and libations. Ya gals got any questions or did ya wanna eat whilst we shoot the breeze plus cans?"

[Rlyeh]

"Hi-yes! I got a job!" fluttering an oil dark hand over her pants. Then a blink, "Oh yes. Vodka. Yes. Fingered there would be rum-tequila-beer-wine already. So. Yes. Vodka. Yes." she rambles as she enters the apartment-condo-palace.

"Is there mix? Or are we doing shots?" comes the ask, because. Circe-Queen was already expecting vomit-throwing-up-hungover enough to point out the bathrooms-and-buckets.

R'lyeh stops. Blinking. She has Questions. She always has Questions. But this wasn't. She felt like a moment. Stillness in the Ocean. She didn't know if she wanted to ask them. This wasn't supposed to be heavy. It was Fun. Dinking-and-dinner-and-getting-to-know-you. Right?

Right?

"Nope! Drinks-and-dinner-and-yep." she says, nodding, "Yeah."

[Talia]

It was at the moment Talia's stomach growled in response to Circe's question about food, truth be told she was but a poor elemental and sometimes food was a luxury. "The grills this way?" Talia said pointing and then heading towards the yard, clearly making herself at home invited or not. Circe had a nice place and even a little bit of a yard, Talia would have been jealous had it not been for the lure of food. "Lets get this son of a bitch fired up true Summer Style." reaching the porch she stepped towards the garden and made her way straight to the Grill. It was clear when Talia had spotted the Grill "Awwww" the slightly disappointed exclamation that the grill had been pre started could be heard from inside the condo. Plan B Talia thought and started to search for the shot glasses do they even like shots? Of course only some sort of savage would not like shots!

It took a second before Talia mentally kicked herself... you didn't say hi to Rlyeh you idiot. "Oh by the way Rlyeh, welcome to the girls of Summer!" Maybe Rlyeh didn't notice it, either way I nailed it.

[Circe]

"Heeey~, congrats R'lyeh on the new job! Double celebration reasons!" She cheers happily at the news. As for beverage options, "We can do both. Got San Pal, sodas, tequila in the coolers. Hence, lil cups, big cups! Also, Talia and R'Lyeh, we'll be calling this the Summer meatery, as we will meat whilst we meet."


"Yes," she nods and opens the door for the outdoors at Talia's hungry question. Garden is rather polite way to describe her tiny green back space. Weed ranch would work too. The colors are mostly crab grass and the not fun kind of weed.


"Best kinda girls ta be, if ya ask me, and easy in Cali, oh ho ho ho!" Circe agrees with Talia. As the others get out to the back, well after Circe locks the front door she will retrieve something else.


Circe ducks under the table and retrieved her weapons of the night. A pair of BB gun pistols, "Mostly child safe." She spins the projectile devicesm before leaving them on th table to re-station herself at the grill. "Oh, what is the job ya got R'Lyeh?"

[Rlyeh]

"I do delivery-orders." she says, answering the question posed to her, as she ventures further into the apartment-condo-palace. "Also. You're home is very-very-pretty-nice." she nods. Because it was true. Yes.

Tentatively edging closer to Talia, she tries to help. She doesn't know what her Elemental Sestra was looking for but, she could help. Maybe.

"We can mix-and-match-drinks. Since. Lots of options. yes? Shots-and-mixed-and-well. Lost. Yes?" she asks, the ball of anxiety swells, and gnaws and - oh. Her tummy.