made waves with some friends I know

[fightlikehell]

 

The season is a'changing, the weather is warmer. The forecast calls for high temperature, low humidity and a light breeze. A near perfect day. What better reason to gather the friends and have a good time with a bonfire? Grab a beer, have a seat. Cheery tunes fill the salty air. There's plenty of room and so much to eat.

Matt Murdock is actually dressed for the beach. Still likely more than usual. He burns so easily. There's no way he could have done this alone. Anyone who is anyone in Nexus knows that there is that distinct Verity Willis touch on everything. If the sounds and the sights don't get you, it is going to be whatever Clint has on the grill. That man is magic.

[ooc; Come on in, guys and gals! Hop threads, twist time for sooner, later and all things in between. It's a real party. Don't be shy!]

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[brave_heart_verity]

He is considerably more magical than most of them, and a better dresser than Dr. Strange.

She smirks over at him. Of course, she prepared thoroughly. He knows that--he's met her and worked with her. "Not everything, but enough to get by I hope."

The guitar's hardly the most random thing to happen in the Nexus.

[u_can_have_it_4_a_song]

High praise--he'll take it.

"I have no doubt. Is there anything you'd recommend to my attention, or are we at the mingling phase?"

[brave_heart_verity]

Given how rarely she praises people, isn't it all high praise coming from her?

"We're mingling. Or some people are swimming, it looks like. If you've got something you'd like to do, by all means, get it started."

[u_can_have_it_4_a_song]

That doesn't make recognizing the quality of the praise a bad idea.

"No, no, I'm here to mingle," he admits. "Having shaken that glittery head-cold, though, I wonder what my reception in some quarters might be."

[brave_heart_verity]

Fair point.

"We're calling it a 'glittery head-cold' now?" Very's amused, but she'll let him run with this for now. "Who wouldn't be happy to see you?"

[u_can_have_it_4_a_song]

"It seems a polite enough euphemism," he insists mildly. "I think my reception might be not so much unhappy as disappointed. I met a lady of great dignity and honor in that state, and did her a small favor. I am not usually so generous, and the second impression will perforce amend the first."

[brave_heart_verity]

"Fair enough." She'll roll with it. A good euphemism is worthy of respect.

"Ah. Afraid of disappointing her?" She glances around before asking, "Is she here?"

[u_can_have_it_4_a_song]

"I thought I saw her," he answers, looking around as well, "but I don't at the moment. Lady Brienne of Tarth, if you've met her."

[brave_heart_verity]

"No, not yet. I'm sure she'll understand that generosity doesn't last forever."

Yes, Schön, she's at a party with strangers. Again. No, she didn't learn her lesson. But be fair: how was she supposed to say 'no' to Matt?

[u_can_have_it_4_a_song]

"So you say, generously trying to put my mind at ease," he counters with a wry little smile.

Given her recent track record, someone who didn't know her might begin to think that Verity is quite social.

[brave_heart_verity]

"Ah, but everyone knows I'm not capable of generosity," she recounters with a smirk and a lovely granite that's soooo much better than the Formica what is this the 70s?

They might. Two parties in a month? Scandalous. She's going to need to lay down for a while when this is over.

[u_can_have_it_4_a_song]

Way to flip a joke. "Once, everyone knew the world was flat. Then, they knew humans were alone in the cosmos. One wonders what they will know tomorrow."

At least she has her Mr. Murdock for a pillow.

[brave_heart_verity]

She does try. "True, but surely, some things remain eternal."

Yes. A pillow. That is definitely 100% the only thing she wants Matt around for at night.

[u_can_have_it_4_a_song]

"Also true," he concedes, "although as one who's had a taste of eternity, I find that the things which endure are often surprises."

On such matters, Schön doesn't judge.

[brave_heart_verity]

"Oh?" It's a tempting conversation to pursue, and he can see how hard it is for her to refrain. But they're in public. Maybe later...

"Will you be sticking around for the bonfire and ghost stories? I believe that's traditional."

[u_can_have_it_4_a_song]

Schön's lips quirk just a little at her interest. Something for one of their water cooler talks, perhaps.

"Have you ever known me to buck tradition? Or to miss a chance for stories?" he asks, his quirked lips pulling back into an utterly unrepentant grin.

[brave_heart_verity]

She'll have to make something special for their kaffeeklatsch.

"Not at all," she answers, with her eyes wide and an innocent expression. Butter could not melt. "But the things which endure are often surprises."

[u_can_have_it_4_a_song]

How delightful, that they can make each other laugh as she's just made him. "You know, I do believe I've heard that said."

[brave_heart_verity]

One of the perks of friendship. How did a savvy businessman like him not know the art of that deal?

"Hunter's over there, if you want to go say hello."

[u_can_have_it_4_a_song]

Even the savviest have the occasional oversight.

"Indeed, I do. This is such a lovely party, Verity, thank you for throwing it."

[brave_heart_verity]

"My pleasure. Make sure you save the best stories for when I'm there." And take a cookie. They are sweet and crumbly as the shore on which they stand.

[u_can_have_it_4_a_song]

"Of course, Verity. I always make certain you get to hear the best stories." He's even sincere.

And having a cookie, yes, because they look good.