the inscrutable drystan b. fawcett (brythonichero) wrote in valesco,
@ 2012-02-28 21:31:00

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adrian mattias, anton chang, arista sykes, billie trimble, carys llewellyn, delilah spinnet, derek dobbs, drake parkin, drystan fawcett, galvin gudgeon, geoffrey brand, glenda prewett, griffith kirkham, group, hamilton nott, holly troy, iwan quigley, joey jenkins, magnolia mattias, marissa macfusty, michal conway lynch, miles lufkin, mirabelle jasper, odette boot, rose knightley, rupert brookstanton, savannah davies, seth wadcock, veronica zeller, victoria cadwallader, zoey moran

End of Season party! For the 3rd

Drystan did not usually consider himself a sore loser. He had experienced enough defeats in his career to understand that winning was sometimes as much luck as it was skill—the latter of which he had plenty, the former he was starting to doubt he had any. He would even go so far as to say this was one of the top seasons he'd ever played. Losing the Cup might not be such a hardship, in that light. But to lose to the team he considered the most unsportsmanlike in the League was just an insult to injury. To have lost to them for the third time in the season was, in his perfectly reasonable and justified opinion, grounds for murder.

But a lifetime sentence in Azkaban would leave behind a wife and three children who would likely be just fine without him, but he'd miss them. So mass murder was off the table for tonight, at the very least.

Press snapped pictures outside the admittedly-abandoned looking building of 23 High Street, and Drystan knew there were more inside. Entering the rundown lobby, by-passing the elevator with the out-of-order sign, they made their way up the long flight of stairs to the grand doors of the first floor landing and into the—holy Mer—

Of course, the invitation specified formal wear, but Drystan hadn't honestly been expecting a high-brow formal occasion from the Kestrels. It was a ballroom. There was emerald green positively everywhere. There was something that looked suspiciously like a string ensemble. A bar, where he fancied he would spend as much time as possible, was in the corner. Platters with hors d'oeuvres and glass flutes zoomed by. Having stopped moving, wearing a stupefied expression, Bess had to tug his arm to get him to continue his stride.

"Hell," he muttered, pulling a grim face at the ostentatious yet somehow tasteful décor. Lifting their linked hands, he kissed the back of hers while surveying the spectacle before him.

"Five minutes? Five minutes isn't too soon."

ooc: Quidditch players/personnel + their guests! BLACK TIE! Party is on the first floor in this cool but creepy rundown building. Have fun! :D

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Zoey

dinglehopper
2012-03-05 01:24 am UTC (link)

This was, by far, the best season of Joey's life. Last year with the Magpies had been brilliant, of course, but there was a different feeling here with Kenmare. His teammates were extremely relaxed, their youth provided an outlet for Joey that he was not used to. Reserved and quiet Joey Jenkins had slowly opened up and loosened up as the year went on.

With an excited grin on his face the entire time, Joey found himself with Zoey Moran. It was probably in bad taste, but a kiss or two for the press was given, before sneaking off away from the cameras. "Can you believe it, Zo?" he asked, a sheepish grin on his face. The season was over...Joey had his second Cup win under his belt...and a beautiful girl as his date for the night. How could anything possibly be wrong with the world at that moment?

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zoey
2012-03-08 03:01 am UTC (link)

Zoey hated getting dressed up. There was really no point to it, except her sister loved it and always did her hair in all of the curly bits and red lips, even going so far as to pick out her hosery and shoes. Adamant that she could actually dress herself, it was the last moment she actually had alone. Even though she enjoyed some of the press and the perks of being famous and having a hot boyfriend, the point where she had to look pretty and dance around and most importantly, talk to people.

This is why the Kestral parties were the best, they could drink and joke around and all of the talking was fun, not stuff about food and weather or what she was planning to do if she wanted to be traded and all that stuff.

So sneaking off, even with Joey, was definitely a good thing. "Believe what? That Charlie is standing upright for the moment and being good and Axe hasn't found someone to glower at? I think?"

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