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

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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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galvinized
2012-03-07 12:13 am UTC (link)

This wasn't what he'd been expecting from tonight. This was not anywhere near his idea of a last hoorah, this was the last thing he had ever thought he'd be doing because this was Gleny. This was his Gleny, the best friend he had outside of Derek, sometimes even closer than Derek---this was Gleny, the one he'd gone to at Hogwarts when he worried about girls, this was Gleny, the first person he really got to talk to about the Order of the Phoenix----this was Gleny, who comforted him after Marlie was killed and was the only one he painfully missed during his long year in Canada. This was---

He couldn't keep his thoughts straight.

Vinny's hands crept around her waist and pressed hard against her back, pulling Gleny as close to him as possible. Her lips tasted like strawberries, her skin was so smooth to the touch. He'd always thought Gleny was pretty, beautiful even, but kissing her had never---that was a lie, he'd fancied her terribly in school for some time but didn't want to ruin their friendship, and he'd never thought that she would see him as anything---they were drunk, they were very drunk, and some voice in his head knew that, but it wasn't strong enough to pull away from her or keep himself from kissing her.

If they stopped this would be over and he wasn't ready for it to be over because it was the first true and honest thing he'd felt in years.

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chickidy
2012-03-07 05:28 am UTC (link)

Ohh Merlin she enjoyed snogging. And touching. And pushing--- the tug of another on you--- she couldn't even begin to describe-- a content sigh escaped her as Gleny felt her Vinny's grip on her on tighten. She stumbled, slightly, adjusting to this new force, but not enough to disconnect her lips from his. Oh no no, nothing in the world could stop her, she was-- it was-- she just couldn't.

Vinny was so nice, Vinny was so understanding, he knew, he knew--- her thoughts ceased to be fully-formed, and just random phrases or words that Gleny idly and vaguely registered. It wasn't--- important, none of it was important except feeling this she had never so badly wanted to feel something---

Feeling as if her hands had become stuck between them, Gleny threw one of her arms up around his neck. Just-- to get--- a little-- closer--- but she kept one had firmly on his chest, enjoying the warm feel of his bare skin on her palm too much to move it. Where-- how--- she pushed her mouth harder against his, chest leaning heavily into his as a feeling of shaky, uninhibited delight began to creep through her, from the tips of her fingers to her toes. Merlin, Merlin, Merlin--- how had she never realized how good of a kisser he would be?

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