003. Text // My time is only given up to you

[drydrown]

We're about two weeks out from the end of the year, and as such I imagine that's more than enough advance notice - for those of us with no plans on New Year's Eve outside of "celebrating the fact that this year is finally over," as long as you're over the age of eighteen you're all formally invited to spend it at mine. Consider this an open invitation to the network; I don't give those out often. ♡

Rules and restrictions are simple things, and really, there aren't many:

1. Refrain from damaging my property.
2. There's a very loose dress code, consisting entirely of "please at least pretend to look presentable."
3. Don't torment my cat. She's a lovely creature that's done nothing to deserve it. ♡
4. For the love of God, don't spike any punch that's there. There's an open bar for a reason.
5. Following from the above, absolutely do not force me to deal with any of you on DUI charges after the federal holiday passes. If I have to prosecute any of you I will not be lenient. ♡

If all of that finds you agreeable enough, you're more than welcome to attend on New Year's Eve, Sunday night. Again, there will be an open bar; even if we can't taste it properly the alcohol still serves its purpose. Food and the like will also be provided. I have a large amount of space; I'm sure we can figure out something to do with it.

Any time after 7:00 PM is acceptable for arriving. Don't worry about being late; own it hard enough and call it fashionable and all will be forgiven. ♡

[There is an address provided and all that, don't worry; he's...not lying, he's got a lot of space on that property, he's from one of the upscale parts of town.]

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[drydrown]

Certainly, on both fronts.