sheridan | two's company, god knows how many's a party

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two's company, god knows how many's a party

[Like he promised Midii a while back, Damian's throwing a party at his place. It's not like him to host parties - for one thing, he's no Bruce. He can't quite fake that level of charm, especially around his classmates. For another, Milagro used to take the reins when it came to party hosting.

... He doesn't exactly have Milagro anymore, so he's gotta step up to the plate and take charge. Needless to say, his family was more than confused (but willing to help). Just in case, he invited Midii early so that she could help him with last-minute arrangements & maybe sneak in an extra round of Mario Kart before Dick and Mar'i show up.

It's a pretty simple party. Damian~~'s maids~~ cleaned up the media room, Alfred made snacks, and Damian set up the video game systems so that eight people could play at one time. He'd also made sure that people could goof off with board games (or playing cards if they so chose), just in case they hated Mario Kart... or if they were sore losers like him.

He takes one last look at his handiwork, before he manages a slight smile and stares down at his watch. She'll be here any minute now - or in the absolute worst case scenario, she was already let in and he didn't notice. Either way, tonight was going to be a success, regardless of how everyone else felt about the matter.]

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[He was right. She had been let in without his noticing. While he was busying scrutinizing every last wire angle, the young blonde had been chatting it up in the kitchen with Alfred, a cup of warm herbal tea in hand.]

[Although, technically, Alfred was doing most of the talking. Which neither of them seemed to have a problem with. Years of serving the Wayne Household had prepared him for being the weight bearer of most any candid conversation. And Midii had always been a fantastic listener. She could sit for hours without more than the occasional interjection. Alfred's stories were fascinating, too. Stories of his dear boys growing up mixed with the occasional baking recipe.]

[This was where he would eventually find her, if he thought to look. Dressed in a pair of black jeans and a slightly over-sized, forest green sweater. Casual, but classy. She knew where she was, and what the expected dress code would be. Her hair was pulled into a high side ponytail soft tendrils framing either side of her face. And, on her face, she had a wide, genuine smile for the kind English Gentleman currently monopolizing her company.]

[After he's absolutely satisfied with his tech set-up, Damian wanders into the kitchen - and upon noticing Midii and Alfred, he can't help shooting them an half-amused, half-exasperated look. Figures they'd be chatting away while he was preoccupied with other matters. Hopefully Alfred didn't embarrass him...]

Figures I would've found you here.

[He smiles faintly, reaching over for apple slices and a bottle of honey, before he gently drizzles honey over the apple slices and eats them. Damian's not sure where he picked up the hobby, beyond Passover with one of his Jewish friends, but the combination's too good for him to pass it up.]

Pennyworth didn't bore you to death, did he? [For his sass, Alfred simply gives him a Look. Damian merely grins innocently before he bites into another honey-drizzled apple. Sometimes, his sass was completely and 100% worth it.]

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If I were dead, would I still be sitting here, now?

[You get sass right back, Damian, not to mention a Look of pure disbelief at that false aura of innocence. Yeah, right.]

[Her eyes fall to his chosen snack. She was used to seeing him pour honey onto his apples by now, but that didn't mean she was eager to partake. Instead, she grabbed one of the honey-free slices for herself.]

Have you finished scrutinizing every last wire placement yet? [Oh, she knows that's what you were doing.] Or have you finally gotten around to buying wireless controllers?

Maybe - I know Drake had a ghost friend, way back in the day. [He grins, going ahead and eating the honey-drizzled apple slices.

His grin quickly fades, though, at the mention of the wires.] Tt, the wireless controllers didn't help much. The consoles're plugged into the same amp as Father's Blu-Ray player, the satellite, someone's VHS player... [He'd tick them off with his fingers, but they're now sticky from the honey. See, he finally DID give in, even if he still thinks wireless is a sign of the devil.]

The mess comes more from making sure that if I unplug A, Father won't glare at me in two hours because his precious ["Gray Ghost"]... whatever it is... no longer works.

[It was only because she'd heard the story before that she knew he was serious. Still, that won't stop her from rolling her eyes at him. Taking another slice.]

Why don't you just buy another amp?

["It's not like you couldn't afford it." was the unspoken tone. She never said aloud as much, because she rubbed his wealth in his face as often as he rubbed her lack thereof in hers. Almost never. Even between the two of them, with their ribbing allowances, there had always been that level of respect that kept certain issues off the board.]

[Good question. Prior to that point, Damian had just been whining, but the second she brought it up... he opened his mouth, thought about it, and then just resumed eating his apples.

He takes about a solid thirty seconds before he shrugs.] It'd be more of a pain to switch amps, I guess.

[In other words, as much as he loves tinkering with wires, the media room isn't his baby. That honor goes to his motorbike.] Though it'd make those Gray Ghost marathons more bearable.

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[The fact that Damian has no immediately response was evidence that she may have just won the argument. But the look on Alfred's face behind him--where he continued to prepare the several meals for that evening while pretending he wasn't following their every word--proved it.]

Just admit it might actually be worth it to consider.

Though I guess, for today, we'll have to make due.

[This is why Damian likes to talk about things where Pennyworth can't hear them! No one ever takes his side when he's bantering with Midii (... which is also probably for good reason).]

It's already set up. [He makes a face.] Father can deal with getting it back to normal later.

[They have multiple TV's, after all. One night without the biggest screen should be bearable enough for Bruce, right? Damian gets up to pour himself a glass of water - which is also progress, considering he didn't yell at Alfred for one.] You want anything else? Or is that tea good enough?

Only if I can take it with me.

[Which she had every intention of doing, as evident by the fact that she refilled her mug one last time before standing. A quick smile and nod of gratitude in Alfred's direction, and she turned back to face Damian directly.]

Alright, show me.

Maybe we can get in a couple practice rounds before the others show up.

[He shrugs, snorting a little.] I really don't care. [Day trusts that Midii won't spill stuff everywhere, and that's all he really cares about. Plus, in the absolute worst-case scenario, he can just buy Father a new rug.

He takes his glass of water along with him before he leads her towards the media room.] That'd work.

I also promised Jai I'd break in that Guilty Party game he bought for my birthday... though it looks kinda dumb. We already own Clue. [Damian's become a better detective over the years, but he still sucks at murder mystery games. The worst part is, his family makes these games insufferable... so the fact that he's even telling Midii about this is impressive.]

I haven't played that one before.

And you know Jai. It has everything to do with the fact that he gets to watch it on the big screen versus staring at a board. He does the same thing with Monopoly.

[She wouldn't say anything about it, given their current history with Word Games.]

[The Media Room was...impressive. Well, of course it was. It was owned by the Waynes. Stocked with at least one of every technological advancement within the last five years. And a few older consoles stored on the shelves for both nostalgia and ambiance. She takes the time to admire several shelves before claiming a seat on one of the plusher beanbag chairs on the floor. One within arm's reach of a table, where she places the cup. Closing her eyes, she doesn't seem to care if he watches while she stretches her arms over her head, sinking further into the plush.]

Pass me the wireless controller. I'm ready.

I was trying to forget Monopoly ever happened, you know. [He rolls his eyes, though he can't quite hide his amusement as he sets his glass on the nearest table.

Damian can't quite keep his eyes off Midii as she stretches - if anything, he'd been completely distracted by the act of it. God, he'd always known that she was attractive, and he really shouldn't be thinking these kinds of thoughts and--

And they were best friends. Best friends don't think really perverted things about each other! Damian actually has to shake his head before he grabs two wireless controllers and hands one over to her. In contrast, he flops onto the floor and leans back on the giant Scooby-Doo plush that'd somehow made it into their decor.

If anyone asks, it was totally for Mar'i.] Ready to say your prayers, you mean.

Well, I wasn't.

[She came back down just in time to catch him shaking his head. Before plopping down into a Scooby plush that she just knows he's going to blame Mar'i for the presence of. If she asked. Otherwise, he would continue to act as if its existence in the media room were a perfectly normal occurrence.]

[...sometimes, it surprised even her just how well she'd come to know him over the years. She could practically recite from memory half of his usual daily habits.]

Already said them at Church this past Sunday, actually. But thanks.

Start it up.

[Exactly! Mar'i was the one who wanted this plush so badly that Damian couldn't say no. That was his story and he was sticking to it. Even if he'd snuggled so close to Scooby that he was only fooling himself at this point.

He lazily glances over at her, though he can't quite wipe that smile off his face. It's funny: now that he's aware of how hot she is, he can't quite stop thinking about it.

Think of unsexy things! Think about dirty, moldy laundry! Think about Ms. Von Snooty exercising at the country club (and how sweaty she looked as she came in and hugged him with those sweaty, flabby arms of hers...) Think about... think about Jesus?

Jesus worked. Damian finds himself sitting up just a little bit straighter as he turns on the game.] You okay with any race track?

[Jesus, take the wheel?]

[She sits up a little straighter as well, leaning forward to get a better view of the menu screen.]

Is this the version with the rainbow road? Because I'll play any course except rainbow road.

[Jesus is so taking the wheel. If thinking about him works, Damian swears, he might actually go to church next weekend.]

I don't think this is the one with rainbow road... but what does everyone have against it? [Somehow, against absolutely ALL ODDS, this kid has mastered Rainbow Road. Which is weird, considering how bad he is at video games in general.] Is it really that bad?

[That is because you, Damian, are a sadist. Only a sadist can possibly like that course.]

Are you kidding? It's impossible. You spend more time falling off the edge than you do actually playing.

Just pick another course.

/sorry this took so long!

no worries! i'm pretty slow myself ♥

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