Still tapping away, a smile soon grew across Tony’s face. He was glad that the message had gotten across, even if it wasn’t as definite as he would have liked. ‘Good boy.’ “Well, I’d better run to make some phone calls, but I’ll leave you crazy kids to hash it out a bit more.” He gave Jan a wink and Charles a nod before leaving. |
Tony didn’t say a word, letting the two of them converse. Busy tapping away at his phone looking for nearby locations where he could buy bulk amounts of alcohol, he directed a thought directly towards Charles as “loudly” as he could. ‘Listen Chuck, Jan seems like a nice enough girl and we can all be civil and I don’t wanna make a scene. But I swear to god if you pull that mind trick shit on me again, I’ll be sure that the next thought you hear will be the sound of your sister moaning. Got it?’ |
“Uh, sure. I’ll take care of things, and you get back to me with the numbers on how many people will attend. But if you need me for whatever reason, I’m just a call or a text away. You already have my number.” Looking around the room through the crowds, Tony couldn’t see Charles despite him saying he would meet her; he was either running very late or being very rude. “Y’know, it’s probably best if you wait for His Royal Mindness to arrive. I’m sure he would have some ideas for the party too. Or maybe he could use his skill to work out what others would like.” |
“Well, we have time, right? Games aren’t that difficult to get a hold of. Plus, we could ask some of the other guests what they’d like to do too.” As she mentioned Spin the Bottle, a grin beamed across Tony’s lips; this was starting to sound like a party he could really enjoy. Running a hand over his chin he crooned, “oh, we can definitely play that. And y’know what? We’re bound to get through quite few bottles once the drinks start flowing, so we’ll be recycling. We’re doing our smoochy part for the environment!” |
“Drinks and dance I can definitely do. As for games, er…” Tony furrowed his brow. He’d never had a party with games before; apart from the rare formal ones, his tended to be more of the get-drunk-and-dance-face-first-into-a-swimming-pool variety. If he didn’t have a professional DJ on the night, he’d have a band of sorts. ” What are talking, like Twister? Charades? Dance Dance Revolution..?” |