g ↔ f ↔ ρ (chickidy) wrote in valesco,
@ 2012-05-20 18:21:00

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andrea johnson, edward pennifold, galvin gudgeon, glenda prewett, graciela pennifold, group, jeremiah whitehorn, marissa macfusty, mirabelle jasper, rose knightley, seth wadcock, victoria cadwallader

PARTAYY ~ OPEN TO ALL
Glenda pressed her lips together to produce a small laugh, brushing the old wizard's shoulder in front of her in a warm manner as he laughed at his joke. It was a rather amusing story about a niffler and a mackled malaclaw, but the night was starting to wear her down. Any WWN party, whether it be under the façade of a birthday bash or not, was always apart of the public relations machine. Tonight was certainly no exception, though it did give her an excuse to wander (and drink) as much as she pleased. Under that pretense, she gave a quick pat to her new acquaintance and walked off before he had a chance to contest.

There was also this aging business that she couldn't help avoid either. Turning older when she already felt ancient was a strange feeling; it felt doubly so every time another announced her general youth. Twenty-three and already so popular! Twenty-three with such a name! Twenty-three, what a bright future laid ahead! They all conveniently forgot to realize that she was still twenty-two, and really nothing of their kind words made any sense to her, but what could she do if they wanted to tell her these things? It was good that she had perfect her smiling and nodding years ago.

This party wasn't all that bad, honestly. The WWN had actually invited some of her old friends, in addition to people she was sure she had never met in her life, but that didn't bother her. It was.... nice. And a bit frightening. Well, frightening for the prospect of one person, which Glenda still wasn't sure if she was actively or passively avoiding after all these months without knowledge of whether or not he was even here... it did not matter! She was an adult. They were adults, there was no reason why---

Merlin he was here. There he was! Was she losing feeling in her legs? Feeling very much caught, Glenda stood frozen, even unable to think of going about executing a quick get away. Maybe he wouldn't see her, or felt just as awful as she had been feeling and would continue to prolong their eventual remeeting! That was a pretty awful thing to say about your best friend, wasn't it?

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galvinized
2012-05-26 12:15 am UTC (link)

It had taken him approximately two weeks into the Grand Tour to tell Derek about his time in the loo with Gleny. Vinny himself had been mortified that he'd allowed himself to get drunk enough to accost his friend like that, but then Derek had to go and be proud of him for it. Happy, even! What did that even mean? Vinny didn't have feelings for Gleny, not like that, not that---she was beautiful, inside and out, she was a constant in his life, she...

He didn't have feelings for Gleny. That would be wrong, it would be wrong, and he'd taken advantage of how amazing she'd looked that night, he'd taken advantage of her level of intoxication and Merlin why was he even here? It would have been worse if he hadn't shown up, the public knew of their friendship, they knew that Gleny was one of the most important people in his life, it---why did she have to look so bloody fantastic?

Of course he couldn't avoid her all night. They'd both done a rather good job of it these past two months, but it couldn't have gone on forever. Vinny stopped and stared, an involuntary grin sliding onto his face at the sight of her. She was Gleny, after all. His hand reached into his pocket to latch onto the gift he'd brought for her, and it gave him a burst of courage. He had to talk to her and fix this.

"Happy birthday," Vinny said as he made his way to her, standing a good arms-length distance from her.

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chickidy
2012-05-28 01:55 am UTC (link)

She going to have a heart attack. She was going to have a heart attack, and die. Yes. That was exactly what was going to happen. It would come any second now, with how positively uncomfortable she felt, how suddenly hot and cold it was, and how heavy her legs felt. She--- it--- there--- was that sweat stinging her eyes? What was happening? This was utterly miserable! No wonder she had avoided him for so long!

As he approached, her heart spazzed. It was Vinny, Vinny! It made her even more upset to think that this was all over him. Gleny did not want to feel so anxious, so like this around him. It hadn't--- she couldn't remember the last time any event in her life had created such emotions and feelings quite on this level. It was just--- his friendship meant so much, it was one of the most important things in the world to her, and to potentially ruin it because she had been... pathetic and drunk was unacceptable! In a quiver of nervousness, Gleny ran her hands through her hair to pat it down.

"Thank you," she squeaked, her mouth also twitching into a small smile. No matter how anxious this conversation made her, it would never change the genuine happiness and comfort Gleny felt about him. Maybe this wouldn't be that bad? She felt the time to initiate further conversation pass, and with an awkward jolt she spoke again.

"You're back from your trip!" she offered, extending a general hand slightly out toward his direction.

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