Who: The Browns + Smiths + friends!
What: Harper and Lavender come home, time for steaks! Annnnnnnd some other stuff.
Where: Brown's house!
When: Monday afternoon/evening.

Harper loved being home. He loved his wife and especially his daughter. It was kind of sad she slept so much, but Psyke and Harper had hardly set her down since they'd been home. Harper was kind of tired and napping with the baby on his chest when he heard people rustling about and hushed talking. Opening an eye he inspected the people coming in and gave a quirk of a smile as Lavender started squirming a little.

He sat up and held her carefully, getting out of the recliner gingerly. Grinning broadly he passed her over to Malcolm and clapped him on the shoulder with a wink to Psyke. "Fairy godfather, eh? You should change her princess diapers good sir. Wash your hands first and after, Imma go cook me some steak."

She wanted to throw up because she was throwing up.

Eliza walked as quickly as she could through the corridors of St. Mungo's, attempting to look busy or in a hurry. Which she technically was. She and Brianna only had a short amount of time with the free examination room, and Eliza wasn't sure if she could trust anyone else in the hospital to not tell Dedalus (or the healers she'd been seeing since the attack) that she was getting ill. Brianna would definitely be able to figure out what was wrong, and if she couldn't then she would approach other people. There was no reason to get anyone upset or worried when it was just a bug, or a poor reaction to something.

A lurch in her stomach made her skid to a halt, and Eliza looked frantically around the empty corridor for a place to get sick. Oh bother.

After a few nauseating minutes in a broom closet, Eliza disposed of the bag she'd managed to latch onto, and pulled herself into the examination room, ready to topple over from the sickness and the exertion of nearly sprinting across the hospital.

"We need to figure this out," she groaned, slumping into a chair beside the examination table; she definitely did not feel like she could push herself up on it.

All he wanted to bloody do was apologize to Odette. Or at least call himself an asshole and have things be somewhat forgotten. Noah would refuse to take back any of his words, but he would admit that he'd been more of a dick than he should've been to his---girlfriend, he supposed, they weren't very good with words, he'd come to find. All he wanted to do was let her know that he was sorry for being a jerk, and he'd leave the stupid party because he'd just end up sitting at the bar by himself anyway, and he'd just go, but of course he ran into West Sumpter's giant fist first.

God damn did he have a left hook.

Noah had thought he'd been lucky, managing to find a security guard that didn't seem to notice the big red line through his name on the guest list; he'd talked to him at a few previous events and was glad he'd struck up conversation. It was about thirty seconds into the party that West socked him, so he was currently stumbling through the party goers with a busted up lip and a too heavy jacket because it was raining outside. Oh! Oh, and he was soaked, if you didn't get that party about the rain.

Looked like a raving lunatic, he did, and Noah slammed into a giant wall of person, groaning as he realized who it was, "Oh, for fuck's sake!"