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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jasper
2012-03-05 02:38 am UTC (link)

What was wrong with her? She knew that Seth wanted her to be watching, she knew he wanted her to upset, and there yet here she was, letting him-- control her like some--- puppet! What had happened to-- who in their right might--- insufferable-- jealous--- drunken-- prat! If gazes could kill.... even if she wanted to, Mira wouldn't have been able to subdue her seething look directed toward Seth and his date.

Of course she had turned back--- she didn't want to care, she really just-- wanted to be done with it, but it was so frustrating! He was frustrating! Why was Seth so set on torturing her? He had broken up with her! Her thoughts continued to sour until Derek pulled her back.

Mira blinked, shifting to look up at him. She pressed her lips together in an annoyed, albeit guilty manner. That... would be best, to leave. She could swallow--- her anger. For the time being. But if he did anything else---! Yes, that resolution would sustain her. Beginning to nod, she pressed one of her hands to her forehead.

"Just from here," she muttered miserably, dropping her head as she leaned toward him instinctively for support. Vengeful exs sucked.

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bratemius
2012-03-06 01:23 am UTC (link)

Derek frowned as he looked over his shoulder at Wadcock, who now had a showy grip on his date. He didn't really feel the urge to call him out or make a scene—it didn't seem worth it, and he had a feeling it would embarrass Mira more than it would earn her favour. Not to mention the fact that he was supposed to uphold keeping the peace, not intentionally disturb it, even if he was off the clock.

Even if he really, really hated being slapped on the shoulder.

"Sounds good," he said easily, trying to diffuse the situation. That had never been his forte. He considered himself an affable, easy-going sort in school, but if someone deliberately flouted his principles or continued to bait him, he was more than happy to end the fight. Sometimes start one, when it meant helping the people he cared about. After training as a Hit-wizard, he tried to model himself after Dimitri, who was just as hot-headed as he was, but had the advantage of age and experience to temper him. He might even have gotten there, but after everything went all to hell, he itched for the fight. Not even to make a point, not for any sense of misconstrued justice, but just to be destructive.

Perhaps he was finding his stride again.

"The—erm, pink and fizzy drinks seem to be the real star of the evening?" he offered, his arm tightening slightly around her as he scanning the room for a tray or what corner the bar was in.

Arista stared at the girl's rather imposing date, wondering at the dynamics of this old relationship. From Seth's rather drunken and belligerent attitude, she thought the woman he was trying to show Arista off to must have broken up with him in a bitter, callous way. But from this other witch's reaction, she was suddenly unsure.

And suddenly very aware of Seth's hand on her hip.

Still smiling brightly, she pushed the hand holding her glass to his chest to stay him and matter-of-factly said, "I can't stand dancing." Her gaze darted back to the couple whose backs were now turned on them, and allowed her face to relax for a minute as she drilled a finger into his chest and hissed, "And by being within a foot of you, I don't think I'm all right to Apparate!"

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wadcock
2012-03-06 04:06 pm UTC (link)

"That is quite a shame, as I am a fabulous dancer." Seth said pleasantly. "And your concern is touching, is that your way of offering to take me home, just to make sure I get there safely." he said suggestively, taking the hand that she was using to poke him in the chest and pulling it up to kiss it.

And when he glanced over to Mira, he caught he eye one more time as she was walking away saying something to Darius or what ever his name was. Seth smirked in satisfaction catching the tail end of the furious look she was sending his way. Even though it probably shouldn't at all, the fact that he could still get under her skin made him feel a bit better and worth ruining what ever good standing he had built with Arista. Well it seem that way at the moment, he would probably feel differently once sober.

He waved his fingers at her before calling out "Have a wonderful evening." in a tone that clearly suggested that he would be having a grand evening of his own. He turned his attention back to Arista with a smile, and because it seemed like a perfectly reasonable idea at the time, he leaned over and gave her a quick kiss just at the corner of her mouth in a fashion that oozed of lovey-dovey and not of a quick hook up.

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bratemius
2012-03-10 04:24 am UTC (link)

A strangled screech fought to release itself from her throat, but Arista was honestly too paralyzed to do even that. "You—" she gestured violently with the hand that was unfortunately holding the glass Seth had pressed into her hand moments before this unfortunate encounter began, upending its contents on Seth and herself (mostly on Seth).

"You—they—they weren't even looking!" she hissed, punching him in the arm with more vigor than was strictly ladylike for a woman to reprimand a man with. Perhaps she'd gone along with the ruse, WHICH by the way, he had not even bothered to explain to her, but simply pulled her along and assumed she'd go along with it (which she had, for the most part), but she that did not mean she was party to any kissing or any such nonsense happening!

Arista threw her hands up disgustedly, "I—you—I cannot deal with you!" and all but wrenched herself away from Seth's vicinity. Fine. Her other fake date had been scores better, at any rate. Miles was too busy mooning after a married piranha of a witch to try and grope her.

"I hope you splinch yourself or—get stuck in the Floo!" she tossed hotly over her shoulder, sparing just one vain moment to wish her hair was down and glorious curled so she could really disdainfully toss that over her shoulder. Fake-smiling brightly, she shoved a Cannon out of the way and snarled beatifically at the stuttered reproach, wondering how long it would take her to talk Miles into leaving now.

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