Mordecai shot Kiwi an undercover glare that made the odd looking bundle of feathers nearvous. Instead of doing what it was told lil' Kiwi decided to make himself snug in the crook of Morgan's elbow, and right under her chest at that. Cheeky little casanova.
Everyone in the room seemed to know each other to some degree so Mordecai let them mingle for a bit while he slipped out of the room. He headed for his study, which was the room where he kept all of the over-aged items under lock, key, and spell. He was just as careful about his liqour as he was about his racing brooms. Quidditch players. They all had their vices. But it was wise to remember to never come between a quid player and his booze and broom. Oh, and his woman as well. For the most part.
While Mordecai was busy fixing up enough burbon and Jack to intoxicate a herd of water buffalo, Kiwi was keeping a weathered eye on the strangers. Everyone was lounging around, chit-chatting and exchanging glances. None of that meant anything to the odd bird but when the damn eagle owl swooped into the room and landed on the chuckling man's arm he did what anyone in his position would do. He made a break for it.
C'mon it was a freaking eagle owl!
Like an overweight roadrunner Kiwi bolted from his little make-shift nest and made trackes up Morgan's chest before he bounded off her shoulder and landed on the thickly carpeted floor with a dull thud. He hit the ground running and ran straight into the large glass case that housed Mordecai's racing brooms.
WHAM!
A repelling charm that would have normally sent a human staggering sent Kiwi flying off the ground and right across the room like a poofy bludger, right into one of Mordecai's stereo speakers. Like something out of a Muggle Moving Picture the stereo rocked on its base and slowly tipped forward. It landed on the heavy wooden coffee table in front of it, shattering the glass top and sent a bronze bludger statue flying skyward. Even a bludger statue was not something to be taken lightly and it klonked into the high tech muggle entertainment system. A split second later Geroge Thorogood was blazing away at high volume, loud enough to make the walls shake and the ceiling rattle.
"Ride on Josephine ride oooon...."
"What in the blue blazes is goin' on!" Mordecai had to roar over the sound of the twanging steel guitar as he half charged half slid into the room with a large tray of cockatils in one hand and a bottle of New Zealand's finest whiskey in the other. It took him three quarters of a second to figure out what had happened and he placed the tray of drinks down on the green velvet top of the pool table and withdrew his wand. With a flick he repaired the shattered coffee table and lowered the volume to a bearable level.
"You. Bathroom. Now." Mordecai's grey-green eyes were locked on the little brown bird that was trying to hide itself behind Marco's legs. Mordecai didn't shout or raise his voice. He didn't have to. The hard edge of his tone was enough to make anyone run as fast as they could in the opposite direction. Without a sound Kiwi picked himself up and scammered away, straight for the bedroom. A moment later the door slammed shut with a loud bang.
"Sorry about that folks, that little son-of-a-gun may be cute, but he's nothin' but trouble. Who wants a Kwai Slinger? The drink of choice of the Moutohora Macaws." He asked, the grin back on his face as he hoisted up the tray and padded over to the group.