Emma's Tea Spot, Baltimore, Maryland, Thursday Afternoon

[mustbeawitch]

It was Lydia's twentieth birthday in a few days, which she very much doubted anyone remembered. She was trying very hard not to make a fuss about that, though it was very difficult. Look at her, maturing or something. Still, as the birthday girl she felt she was allowed a few liberties, such as moving Supper Club to the afternoon so they could have afternoon tea, a lovely English tradition she thoroughly predated but had been introduced to on the school trip to Canada. She did so hope everyone would enjoy it.

She had included in the message letting their usual suspects know about the time change and location a note that it might be fun to dress up a bit (she herself was wearing her newest dress, but that wasn't mandatory. Probably. Look, you had all met Lydia, right?

Welcome to Supper--er, Afternoon Tea Club, everyone!

Comments

Re: Arrive and Mingle

[mustbeawitch]

"I don't think we have vampires where I'm from," Lydia said, "or at least I've never met one." Or she had and she just hadn't noticed, the way she hadn't noticed Wickham was a demon for weeks on end. Could go either way, to be honest. "I didn't know they were much for tea, though."

She had trouble imagining the one from the bar having a cuppa.

Re: Arrive and Mingle

[deathsmajesty]

"The vampires on Innistrad are nothing like the vampires where I'm from. And while they didn't drink tea often, they still had teatime. Being a vampire is no reason to become uncivilized."

DID YOU HEAR THAT, BARON SENGIR???

"They also throw the best parties. Though, ah, perhaps you would enjoy them less." Aristocrats had plenty of time to turn debauched and hedonistic in general, and that was before living for six thousand years.