They can disagree on it, that's okay too. But they do appreciate you not starting a fight tonight.

"I can live with that."

Okay, the fact you're this excited about watching him perform? That is super sweet, can they agree on that? It has his smile turning basful and delighted.

"Cool. Be gently brutally honest, maybe?" Don't get him wrong, he's good, but... he's a little sensitive.

That whisper, and those words - you can almost see the ideas forming.

"I think we're going to find out?"

It IS pretty cool.

Holly Blanc -

It's the spirit that counts, especially with singing happy birthday.

They're still eyeing you like maybe they should offer you a hand? There's plenty of good-faith embarrassment to be found here, and he really does think it's sweet.

"Oh, sure? I can cut the cake."

They will accept the ginormous knife and move to start cutting it.

House Of White Wolf
He lowered his head respectfully at the tip and withdrew. He had other deliveries this night. Turning with a crisp spin nodding to the guards he took to the night once more.

Smiles warmly, recovery just takes time, don't rush it..

I was worried about you in the hospital for so long.

I'm glad you're close to 100 percent..

While she really didn't know who you were before tonight, you seem like a genuinely nice guy.

You too, Dylan. Have a good night.

Please have a seat. Let’s talk for a minute
Haven’t talk to You in ages

swaying back and forth a little to the music and smiling at the singing of my friends. i run my left
hand through my hair, the gold wedding band glinting in the lights of the bar.

finishing my drink and wondering if i should have another. seeing my friends are totally into their own
little world with their singing.

She was standing there drinking her water, finishing it off as you finished your performance with the mic. She walked to a nearby recycle can and tossed the empty bottle in. Watching and slowly walking back toward the outskirts of the party. Recognizing a few people she'd give a slight nod.

You approached and she lifted her arms, crossing them over her chest as intense blues looked at you and then over your shoulder to your crew.

"Phone works too. " She uncurled her fingers from her bicep and tapped them against the phone tucked into the strapped pocket on her arm.

"Won't make everyone's ears bleed either. What's up?"

House Of White Wolf
" That is indeed me." -I slipped my dainty hand into my pocket and withdrew a small pouch for a tip and exchanged that for the scroll-
"Do go to the kitchen and feed yourself before you are on your way."
-I dismissed him with a half-smile as I was aready unrolling the scroll.-

Lil bit but sooooo much better. Your outlook becomes sharper

With the singing done, he gives you a grin and offers his hand.

"Leo, hope you have a great birthday celebration. Expect a gift soon and uh..."

He pulls out his phone

"Let me get your number, so I can send you the address to the label and my house. Just in case you ever need to talk."

He smiles to Talia Amin

"Nice meeting you."

He then heads over to Holly Blanc

"Thanks again for dropping the invite in my mailbox. Send me Leo's address so I can send them a gift."

He'd noticed your use of pronouns and had figured you knew better than him.

"I'm...going to get going. I'm kind of running low on the good vibes. I was going to say you should stop by if you're out in my area, but Jesus no one comes out there without a reason. So um...remember you got the open invite and use of my pool and shit."

He goes in for a hug, not sure if that was cool or not. It was a friend hugging a friend sort of thing.

Thank you darling, I'm good.

I just stopped by to wish you well

and see how you're doing..

Are you still recovering a bit?

He is letting his perception drift over the others here. Almost idly at this point.

It's the movement of those curls that catches his eyes, the way your dark hair bounces under the dim light of the bar. A lovely sight.

You are with friends. A slight obstacle, but not one he hasn't dealt with before. A target chosen, he gets to work.

Some of his attention he devotes to your friends. Slipping into their minds. He worked delicately - redirecting their attention. Focusing on the song. The drinks. Urging them to not pay attention to their dark-haired friend.

But the bulk of his attention goes to you. One of those gentle tendrils slipping in to wash over your mind. Teasing over the surface thoughts, picking up what he can to learn a bit more about you.

Points to the banner Wife put up
Iam good and so ready

Like a drink or something

Welcome Goddess

Verily, she's trying and it's clear she's not meant for singing but she was trying to make her voice less offensive. And what's a birthday if not a time for a bunch of people to exchange gifts and well-wishes… at the exchange of the celebrated person's good-faith embarrassment?

As she dangled perilously from the tree and joined in, wrapped up the birthday song, a bunch of the various people who had gathered, plus some total strangers who just wandered in from the periphery just because the vibes were positive, had apparently gotten some confetti poppers and paper party horns, unfurling and honking in comically silly fashion.

"Woo!"

Okay, enough of the microphone, her voice was grating enough!

"Did you wanna cut the cake or—" Egads, that was a huge knife, as long as the cake was so that you could just rectangle it or whatever.

And while you were negotiating with that, she brushed past Talia Amin and Dylan Bode with a bright, thousand-watt smile before trotting to V. Vander with an Apologetic, sheepish grin.

"I'm sorry! I just saw you jogging by and I couldn't help myself…"

You know, she'd like to agree with you, that the intent was super sweet, she really would. But... she's just not sure she does. If, you know, she was going to be her boldly honest self. Which she doesn't seem to be tonight. She doesn't want to start a fight.

That's alright.

Oh, she's beaming at the idea of watching them, even if you can't watch yourself. Beaming and practically dancing in place, the slight motion of her body implying it more than doing it.

I'll watch and report back.

Because, she also can't imagine they're going to watch anything the next time she comes over. Not much of it, anyway.

You claim that she's breaking the rules and she holds up both hands in innocence, then whispers.

What happens if I break the rules?

Okay, a rockstar singing you happy birthday is pretty cool.

House Of White Wolf
The man bowed his head in respect for the Woman. A wooden scroll case was drawn from a small pouch at his hip

"No Lady, I was to deliver this to the Lady Ava. Would that be you?"

Happy day voda!!

I truly hope that you're feeling better..

Sitting at the bar legs never cross
So mona see reetha at again