It's My Party [Chicago 1899] (Tag: Bast!)
For what was touted to be the party that would make the World's Fair outside look like a three-year old's half birthday bash, it was rather dull. Freyr had heard about it from someone who'd been on his boat, who'd heard about it from another person who'd been on his boat. Now Freyr was starting to question the generally solid judgment of his drunken boat people. He didn't know how the host had managed to get this much word of mouth advertising when the inventors tent outside had weird looking motor vehicles that hadn't taken off, but it didn't take long for Freyr to realize that despite the vast number of guests, the host had definitely oversold.
The kids sat around one side of the room looking bored out of their skulls, and the adults stood around on the other side, looking very polite so they wouldn't offend the host by looking bored out of their skulls. The hall was big, but it was crowded, and the air had a slight dustiness to it. There were drinks for the adults, but only wine or champagne in tall glasses, and people spent more time sniffing the wine than drinking it, or rolling it around while they rolled their eyes at people they were determined to speak to for a very long time, even though they didn't like them. They had music, and it was live, and they had decided to play Beethoven. Beethoven made terrible party music. Freyr had been there since the very beginning, and he still wasn't quite sure what they were celebrating. He thought it might have something to do with the kids there, but none of them looked particularly celebrated while they stared listlessly at the the wild hair of one of the violinists.
Freyr could have just left and tried to find some other way to entertain himself, but he was already at this place. Other places seemed rather far away when he really thought about it. And the food here was actually pretty good, and the people who didn't jiggle their wine glasses like that were pretty solid as far as people went, and the kids seemed pretty upstanding. Instead, Freyr noticed that the windows were very high and didn't have blinds, and that gave him an idea. Suddenly, no matter where the host went he encountered an uncomfortable glare, and one friendly suggestion and smile lead to the party being taken outdoors where an afternoon party should have been located in the first place.
Within half an hour, the music got more lively, the kids got more active, the adults got less stiff, the atmosphere got more loud, and within an hour, the party was shaping up to be the sort of party it had promised from the beginning. When he'd gotten a group dancing, and then the group grew in number until they almost reached the doors, Freyr knew that today had been a success. He'd really turned things around. And that's when he realized he wasn't the only god in the room.