therookery | Let's lose our minds

FORM: Sending Crystal
SENDER: Gavin Ashara on behalf of Maxwell Trevean, also Korrin, Kirk, Zevran, and Bruce
RECIPIENT: The Inquisition (enjoy, ya'll)
WHAT: Drunken Birthday Shenangians
WHEN: Today, now, live on a crystal near you.
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Drunken foolishness. Waste of good cake icing. Characters color-coded for convenience.

[Abruptly, everyone’s crystals start broadcasting the sound of a party, laughter, the strums of Antivan Guitars and singing under it all - where and who this party is from or for isn’t immediately apparent, at least until a familiar voice happily chimes in. It is Gavin, who sounds immensely pleased both with the situation, and himself.]

Inquisitionnn! I hereby announce - pronounce - today as Maxwell’s birthday and everyone should tell him that he is great and incredibly handsome even with icing on his face. Especially with icing on his face.

Until the ants come in. [Another familiar voice in the distance, and his tone is incredibly dry. Although the effect is quickly diminished when there's a loud cry of ‘Brubru!’ from a very happy, bubbly voice.]

It’s not a real party until you get sticky.[Maxwell’s laugh. Deep and full, immensely pleased. Until it suddenly cuts out with a little gasp.] Not there!

[ A familiar snicker, courtesy of Zevran ] Yes, there!

Hey, it’s not just icing, it’s icing vitaar. Very distinguished, badass stuff. He’s an honorary Vashoth today, and don’t you forget it. I even made him horns. [Korrin chuckles, sounding pretty mellow but not exactly drunk. It takes a lot more to get her that way than it does for mere mortals.]

Badass, and delicious. [Maxwell adds, an important addition; the words broken by small snorts of breath and laughter. Apparently whatever is being done is quite ticklish.]

Also maybe a bit too sweet for most people. [Such helpful commentary why is he here again.]

Pfft, there’s no such thing as ‘too sweet’!

[Gavin has been laughing over most of this, and now there comes the sound of shuffling and a chair being scraped across the floor.] Bruce, that just means your vitaar isn’t complete yet - Come here --

[With Great Exasperation:] Gavin, the baby is on my lap. [And as if to emphasize this, here is another ‘Brubru!!’]

I can hold him for you. But if you poop, you’re off to someone else, kid. Got it? [There’s a sudden giggle and a cry of ‘Owin!’ as she boops his nose.]

[Gavin replies in a sing-song voice, timed impeccably to match the strum of the antivan guitar:] Some frosting for the baaaaby and some for youuu~

Gavin, I don't need-- [Bruce cuts off here and starts spluttering instead.]

[ Kirk’s contribution so far has been snorts, snickers, outright laughs, and whoops of encouragement from somewhere further off, clearing into his cups from the way he now sounds to be giggling. ] It’s a good look for you, Bruce!

Much better. [Gavin’s grin is audible even over the sending Crystals.] But Maxwell, I think yours needs some editing, come here and I’ll lick that bit off--

[Waggling eyebrows don’t translate over crystals, but the laugh is clear.]

Another round! Maxwell, what sound would you wish next, ah? [ Zevran’s voice rings out from where he’s perched, lute idly strumming under all the chatter. ] Something to dance to, perhaps?

We’re all dressed up, only right to show it off! Who wants first dance?

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At some point, after proper lubrication (which was to say, more), Maxwell climbs onto a chair and clears his throat, calling for attention. ...Not that he likely has to ask, what with the icing smeared, but still present across his face.

He pays it no mind.

"I would just like to say thank you, to all of you. This is my best-- first! --real birthday. I never would have... thank you. For being here. For being you. I'm glad you are."

Thanks to a lot more to drink, and all of it rather strong, Korrin is increasingly mellow and approaching the moment where she could almost call herself hammered. She raises her current mug of whatever at him and flashes a grin.

"Aww. Right back at you, softy. And get down here, that vitaar needs adjusting." Which is entirely true, but it might also be an excuse to pick him up like nothing, because she can and drinks and good people make her affectionate.

It was such an odd sensation, being a decently sized man, to be scooped like a child... He couldn't remember the last time his feet had left the ground under anything other than his own power.

It made him laugh, full and uninhabited, voice hiccuping lightly.

"Yes, ma'am."

When she started poking and prodding, he sat indulgently, asking, "So, does it mean anything, is it more just 'look at me and how terrifying I am?'"

That laugh is contagious and has Korrin renewing her own, though without the hiccups. Sometimes being a qunari has its perks; she won't deny that it can be fun to loom over people that otherwise consider themselves tall.

"Pfft, like there needs to be more meaning than that? You can go a long way on intimidation alone...well, if you have one that isn't made out of frosting. And if there is more, I've no idea. My parents didn't pass that on, but we can ask Iron Bull."

"Being delicious, or being terrifying... a tough call." He groped for the nearby table and slipped a spoon between them so he could see himself. His smile widened.

Utterly ridiculous, and absolutely wonderful.

"Best birthday ever," he murmured.

"So you say now. Next year, we'll find a way to top it." Korrin flashes a mischievous grin. Never underestimate her ability to find them the best sort of trouble, especially for birthdays.

Maxwell checks his reflection a moment longer, then tosses the spoon aside, meeting Korrin's grin with one of his own.

"I should have recovered by then. Go ahead and mark me down now."

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