What We Consider Sacred ((4))

[victoriousscarf]

Macavity almost missed the days when polite parties included alcohol. He could see where discreit party goers were sipping glasses that were anything but the water or juice they claimed but for the most part it was still low key and hidden.

Not that he wanted a drink.

But it sure made these things more bearable to watch everycat else getting drunk and making fools of themselves. Maybe he'd strike lucky and someone still would

Sighing, he glanced around again, smiling at the cats he needed to charm and preferring the idea of being in bed with Griddlebone and the kits.

[Tsughi]

Harquill drifted through the crowd with a glass of juice in his hand, more for the sake of having something in his hand rather than for the purpose of drinking with liquid. The tips of his fingers played over the rim of the glass as he dodged through cats, smiling here and giving a greeting there.

He was never really a crowd type of cat. It was better than the other alternative, though. So he continued to drift through somewhat aimlessly. The tall black tom still hadn't decided if he wanted to leave at a reasonable time or press his luck to stay a bit longer when he stopped at a table with a small array of finger foods. The place was likely as any to stop by to burn some time.

[victoriousscarf]

Macavity frowned at the appetizers and finger food spread over the table. "You know," he remarked, sensing another cat standing nearby, but without looking up. "This feels like a cheat. Like there should be good food here if you're going ta go through the trouble of gettin' all the way over here, and yet it ain't."

[Tsughi]

"I do get that feeling the longer I look," Harquill agreed and turned his head slightly to look at the cat next to him. "But that's how must of these events run now-a-days."

[victoriousscarf]

Macavity snorted. "Damned lack of quality control. You think the rich would have figured this out first, wouldn't you?" He shook his head, poking at the fruit displayed with a fork before deciding against it.

[Tsughi]

"One would think," Harquill replied and eyed some of the dinner roles before deftly picking one small one without disturbing the rest of the pile. "But then again, the rich aren't always the smartest of companies."

[victoriousscarf]

"Does make you wonder where they 'ot all their money though," Macavity remarked, lifting a cheese and shrimp confection on a stick. "And where they're thinkin' of spendin' it."

[Tsughi]

"It doesn't appear to be on the food, in any case," Harquill commented dryly as he scanned the table again before sighing down at the roll in his hand, still not coming to the decision of wether or not he was actually going to eat it. "But I do tend to wonder."

[victoriousscarf]

"What's your theory on where it goes then?" Macavity asked, lifting a glass and considering the liquid, narrowing his eyes and wondering if anyone had been stupid enough to slip alcohol into the punch.

[Tsughi]

"A whole lot of random nonsense, if you ask me," Harquill said as he set the roll back down on it's plate. "Nothing useful to the rest of us."

[victoriousscarf]

Huffing, Macavity lifted a brow. "Nothin' useful at all? That's a lot of money that ain't goin' taward much then."

[Tsughi]

"I haven't seen much of a change of things lately from my view," Harquill said as he somberly surveyed the table again for anything salvagable. "Doesn't mean that a few of them haven't decided to be sinfully charitable with their spoils, though. Anything is possible."

[victoriousscarf]

"There's not a cat here would be sinfully charitable," Macavity laughed, shaking his head slightly.

[Tsughi]

"Not that meet the eye, no," Harquill agreed with a small tilt of his shoulder.

[victoriousscarf]

Macavity laughed, shaking his head. "Maybe a little charitable, enough to smooth away their 'uilt, but certainly not enough to harm their own wallets."