Who: Therese Bonaccord & Michal Conway Lynch
What: BLARG
Where: HIS HOUSE
When: TONIGHT
Status: FINISHING IN COMMENTS!!

( This was probably the worst idea she’d ever had. )

Who: Michal Conway Lynch & Larkin Whitby
What: omg
Where: Jordan!
When: tonight!

( Thankfully, though, her charming wit hadn’t quite been lost with her breaking of reality, so she still had that. )

Who: Michal and Seth
What: Bi-annual Bro Feels Cleanse
Where: Seth's house
When: Errr Couple days ago? idk whenever makes most sense
Status: Finishing in comments

( Unlike some people, I haven’t had the time to live on someone else’s couch. )

Who: Therese Bonaccord & Michal Conway Lynch
What: UGH
Where: her flat!
When: now

( Michal suddenly felt very, very overwhelmed, and very unable to continue doing what he was doing.  )

WHO: Therese Bonaccord and Michal Conway Lynch~
WHAT: MRMM surprisingly precious thread
WHERE: Bar/lounge/thing
WHEN: Last weekend!

( And how have you been keeping your admirers at bay? )

Who: Galvin Gudgeon, Michal Conway Lynch, Seth Wadcock, Howell Williams & GUESTS
What: SPENDING SOME HARD TIME
Where: ISTANBUL
When: last night!

( Team building, Howell. That is what is happening. )

Who: Therese Bonaccord, Michal Conway Lynch & guest!
What: UNWANTED SURPRISES
When: Today!

( In case you’ve forgotten in these longest two bloody minutes of my life I am completely starkers under this cloak, for you! )

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!"

( enter funkybuddha club )

Therese shut her eyes, taking in a deep breath as she tried to maintain her composure. She could smell his cologne; it made her mind rush back to their summer days in Paris. Her back pressed against the wall and she grimaced.

She had been on her way to the powder room while their dessert made its way to their table, hers and Michal’s. Dessert didn’t feel like the right word, however, because they had not ordered an appetizer or drinks or a main course---it was simply the dessert cart that was being filled with treats and pushed over to their corner table to pick and choose as they wish. It was most certainly a date that they would not call a date, and Therese had been excited before she was cornered in the narrow hallway that led to the loo.

“I don’t understand why you keep doing this,” she said, finally opening her eyes. Remy stood inches away, close enough so that if she tried to get by she would be forced to brush up against him and she knew that was the point. He always did this to her; it used to be thrilling when they were dating, standing just enough away to still feel the other’s body heat. The memories made her uneasy and she turned her head away.

“I am looking out for you, Therese,” he said. “You keep finding yourself dealing with the wrong type of man, I do not believe it is healthy.”

Her eyes shot back to him, “You lied to me for years, used me as a pawn in your auror-games, how could you compare yourself to anything?” In her anger she put her hands up and thrust them at his chest to push him away. He ruined her life, he was not allowed to pass such judgements! Remy let out a laugh and quickly grabbed her wrists, pulling her hands down between them.

“Stop being foolish,” he snarled with a grin.

Who: Therese Bonaccord & Michal Conway Lynch
What: ADORABLE THINGS? OH MON DIEU!
Where: Falmouth shoreline!
When: Today!

( Feeling the burn of abrupt, albeit slight, passivity was not something he had experienced in a while )

Anya had spent most of her afternoon unpacking all of her things into the new flat she had purchased in Falmouth, thanks to the new trade that had her playing for the Falcons this upcoming season. The place was much nicer than her last had been, though it was a little smaller, which meant that she had to figure out where everything was going to go. The task was more frustrating than she would have thought, so when the last of the boxes was finally emptied, she heaved a heavy sigh before showering and changing into something suitable for going out in public – a simple black dress that came down to the middle of her thighs; something comfortable with potential to catch someone’s attention, seeing how it showed off all of her best assets.

Not looking for an exciting night out, the tall Russian strutted her way down the sidewalk, her heels adding additional 3 inches to her height, making it so that she towered over some of the men and women she passed as she walked, some of them having to turn and do a double take since they were sure they recognized her from somewhere…

She finally made her way into a local bar – the man who had sold her the flat she had just moved into told her all about how it was pretty low-key, which meant that she could have a couple of drinks without being bombarded by the press. She loved the attention, she did, but sometimes she just needed to have a couple of drinks and unwind – tonight was one of those nights.

Taking a seat at the bar, she crossed her legs, flattening down her dress before turning to the bartender as he spoke to her. A charming smile was flashed in his direction before requesting a glass of their finest vodka. She was fully aware that her drink of choice made her a complete stereotype, but it just went down so smoothly. Her foot bobbed as she waited for him to bring her drink, one of her hands lifting up in order to comb her hair away from her face, taking a moment to glance around the bar, taking in her surroundings.

Well, it was definitely low key…she’d have to make a true decision on whether she liked the place or not based on how much she enjoyed the company of the other patrons.

She'd done it. Bianca wasn't even going to apologize for the thought; she'd done it. These past few weeks leading up to the wedding had been so nerve-wracking, worse than any training she'd gone through, more terrifying than any mission she'd been on, worse than...she really thought that she was not going to make it down the aisle. The guilt and the fear had nearly paralyzed her, but putting on her wedding dress, seeing her closest friends dressed up and looking so very happy for her, a last minute owl from Bertram that made things all seem right.

Well, she practically ran down the aisle after that!

The reception had turned out beautifully, and she really, really had to thank her mother for making her have such an event. All the planning leading up to it had been stressful, but it had made her stronger, and Bianca's life depending on being able to push through anything life threw at her. Her hair was down and out of the twist it had been forced into this morning; if she was going to dance and party, she was surely going to have her hair flying about.

A particuarly happy tune came on and she grabbed Amissa's hand, bouncing happily with the little girl who was now officially her step-daughter. The thought thrilled her, and Bianca caught Bertram's eye with a big grin.