Re: Nic / Lem
Nic thought she was probably right and that snakes were probably pretty chill. Dogs… well, it depended on the dog, didn’t it? And cats were like little domesticated monsters. “I’m a little rusty, but yes,” Nic grinned. “I was subjected to all kinds of lessons as a kid. Zan and I both learned to play the piano. She took ballet, while I got dragged to the golf course with my dad. Not that I wanted to do ballet, but I can’t think of anything more boring than golf. And in middle school we were both subjected to dance lessons like we’d ever have a need to waltz or fox trot.” He was pretty sure the only thing in all that that stuck was their piano lessons. The rest had been an epic waste of time. “People don’t dance like that here. And I don’t know shit about the stock market. We could check out the silent auction. Or I can tell you who’s who, if you’re curious. Mostly, I just sit back and chill and enjoy the free booze. And this time I have good company.”
Lem wrinkled her nose a bit at the mention of waltzing and fox-trotting -- whatever the hell that was -- but it didn’t throw her off for long. She pondered the crowd again for a moment, and decided the music in the room wasn’t really danceable to her anyway. If Vex was there, maybe they would’ve ended up making their own mosh pit on the dance floor, but that didn’t seem like Nic’s style. Lem took another big swallow of her drink, then tilted a grin up at Nic. “Let’s move people’s jackets around,” she suggested, stage-whispering like somebody might overhear them. Lem gestured at some suit jackets that had been draped over the backs of chairs. “And like ... I dunno, put the shrimp in the punch or something.” Making trouble was more fun than waltzing or talking politics, that was for sure.
“If I’d known we were going to be spiking the punch, I’d have brought something special,” Nic grinned, completely on board with the mischief Lem suggested. He probably shouldn’t be, and shrimp in the punch was probably a bit juvenile, but so was drugging people with a potion that did who knew what. It was probably better that he didn’t have any kind of advance notice, since everything he could come up with was the kind of thing that would get him arrested... if people believed in magic. “Let’s do this,” he smirked, casually picking up the coat nearest him as if he owned it. “It’ll be fun to watch people scramble when they can’t find what’s theirs.”