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◎ c h a r l i e ([info]spinnets) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2012-09-06 15:47:00


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Axe's Anniversary of Birth!!!!
Charlie was pretty sure he'd missed out on a wonderful career as a party planner. As he stared out at the dance floor, which he stood over on a platform where the DJ was spinning a mix of wizard and muggle music (even with some popular French songs that were actually pretty catchy if Charlie said so himself). He wasn't surprised at how many people showed up, but it still nearly startling to see how bloody happy everyone was to be there! Sure, some looked ridiculous with the fake mustaches that were passed out (not required, obviously), but a lot had actually grown out their beards and it was----cool, they tried, they wanted to be there and they wanted to have a good time. Charlie wanted to have a good time.

The Kestrels were not top of the pack, and while he believed in his team completely, the stress of the numbers had been getting to them. A night like this was necessary, and maybe it could rejuvenate the team that had lost some valuable members this season and had done a bit of shifting around. They were still trying to get themselves into place, and it needed to happen faster than it was.

Plus, Axe had been pissy all week that no one had acknowledged the anniversary of his birth.

Charlie grabbed the mic from the DJ and grinned, enjoying colorful scene laid out in front of him. funkybuddha club had been a perfect choice for the night, "Don't everyone tire themselves out! There's still a lot more festivites to look forward to!"





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[info]dinglealltheway
2012-09-11 01:57 am UTC (link)
He tried his best to follow Nora's edict, and though there was a bad moment between the squeezing around his middle and its sudden release, Octavius thought everything was going to stay in him. Presently, he was too drunk to worry about leaving his legs behind, but in the morning, hung-over-but-sober Octavius would surely appreciate her taking that extra step.

It was redundant to say so again, but he did anyway. "Thank you," he sighed, sounding much more sober than he felt. He clapped a hand on her shoulder as he walked, or rather staggered, over to her sofa, just narrowly missing sitting on Kenneth, who went on a healthy diatribe questioning Octavius's lineage. At the moment, if he'd been paying close attention to it and the words weren't running all together, he would probably agree. Octavius couldn't actually remember the last break up that had felt so… broken up. Well, there was Crazy Elsie, who he was happy to get rid of, and Rose the first time… well, they'd split very amicably. Sorcha hadn't given him time to feel broken up with, she'd just told him she'd met someone else and he should continue to try to have a nice life. This feeling was… well, if he was being honest, the sorrow hadn't set in yet. Mostly, he felt anger and frustration, and now he just felt like a sad, morose drunk. Which he was. Octavius winced and made a mental note to apologize profusely to Nora in the morning.

Ignoring the jarvey (though he drunkenly began trying to stroke his head), he leaned heavily onto the sofa arm, attempting to prop his head up with his other hand. "I think I really didn't want to be alone tonight."

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