l o u i s (superbad) wrote in valesco,
@ 2013-05-03 21:28:00

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arista sykes, carys llewellyn, delilah spinnet, drake parkin, galvin gudgeon, glenda prewett, group, hamilton nott, holly troy, kendall broadmoor, louis bonaccord, michal conway lynch, mirabelle jasper, nora peakes, therese bonaccord, zoey moran

Open to....EVERYONE LMAO

This party had most certainly gotten out of hand.

Louis was not sure what had happened, or how, but he and Adian were quite suddenly overwhelmed by a sea of people they did not know save for the magazines and tabloids. Quidditch stars, besides Saoirse and her boyfriend (and teammates!) were sauntering through their flat! Wireless celebrities, friends from Hogwarts, people they did not recognize at all! Louis was at first startled, owling his sister for help (and to bring more dip!), but soon he was being patted on the back for throwing quite the bash and handed drink after drink in congratulations.

It may be the reason why he was seeing double, but Louis Bonaccord had traversed this crazy world! He could hold his liquor. Somewhat.

"You are Saoirse's friend!" he said, not the slightest hint of a slur as he spotted one of the few familiar people in the crowd. His wavering form gave up his intoxication, but at least he could speak clearly, "Mademoiselle Pepper!"

ooc: basically, Louis and Adian wanted a small get together on their roof, and the word spread that some quidditch players will be there and now they are basically throwing a rager lmao. If you can connect to Louis or Adian in some manner (six, seven, eight degrees, WHATEVER), then your character can be here LOL

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Nora

takeyoudown
2013-05-04 12:35 am UTC (link)

Delilah frowned at the crowd surrounding her. She was under the impression this was a small gathering and that she would get to spend time with Charlie outside the Danny's careful watch. This was not a small gathering, or even remotely close to it and she had lost Charlie within minutes of arriving. Luckily she was able to snag a spot on the couch (who kept a couch on a roof?) as her ankle still twinged if she stood on it too long.

She sipped on her drink thoroughly unimpressed with everything, wondering when exactly she stopped finding parties fun. She had thought that this was just what she needed to get herself out of her current funk, but really it just made her feel worse. She certainly wasn't drunk enough for this sort of party. Her mouth twisted as her gaze landed on a couple making out in the middle of the make shift dance floor. So that's what that looked like from the outside when you were sober. Lovely.

She sighed when she felt the cushion next to her dip with the weight of someone joining her on the couch. Feeling that her face clearly expressed she was not in the mood for company, Delilah really didn't understand why people kept trying to sit next to her. She ought to just leave, but that would require tracking Charlie down and letting him know she was going. And the effort that would take wasn't even worth it. She rested her face on her hand taking another sip of her watered down drink, not even bothering to look to see who it was. Mostly likely another drunk quidditch rookie. "Seats taken, try elsewhere."

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melindicate
2013-05-04 01:09 am UTC (link)

She wasn't even sure where her invitation had come from at this point. Nora had heard about the party from a variety of places and was surprised when the entrance was a short walk through a flat that looked like two Hogwarts student were shacking up in it. There were a lot of familiar faces, but also faces she only knew from the mags and rag---

"Well, you're in a state," Nora said, dropping down next to Delilah and ignoring her comment. She had definitely spent a lot of time with her friend this past year, having been stuck in Istanbul for a good month, but since they'd returned life had been busy and she hadn't had much time with her other than the initial crying sessions about her breakup with Richard. Delilah still seemed to be down and out, and while Nora wasn't in the best of spirits herself, she could put those feelings aside for the moment.

She nudged Delilah's good foot, "Where's the twin? Did he leave you alone to fend these drunken fools off by yourself?"

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takeyoudown
2013-05-04 01:21 am UTC (link)

Delilah rolled her eyes, she was not in a state. She didn't actually look over to her friend until she was nudged. "Who knows. Lost him rather quickly. Lucky for him I'm over Danny's mother henning. He was given specific instructions to keep a close eye on me, but I'm in no mood to tattle."

She let go of the ends of her hair that she had been twisting out of boredom. A feeling of relief rushed over her when it finally settled in that Nora was here. Sinking down on the couch she leaned over to rest her head on her friends shoulder. "I'm not in a state." she repeated aloud, rather pathetically. "This party is just boring. And falsely advertised. Distract me with tales of your exciting life and your pretty boy."

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melindicate
2013-05-08 12:04 am UTC (link)

Nora chose to not announce that Delilah certainly was in a state, because that's what a best friend did. She knew that the break up with Rich had been hard, and even though Delilah had very good reasons for it, Nora couldn't help but feel some guilt about it. If she hadn't dragged Delilah and Max to Istanbul to search for Nico and his friends, then they wouldn't have been quarantined and Delilah would have been around when poor Scott had passed. Even---if she hadn't been able to see him, or whatever she'd wished she'd done, she would've been here. Home. Nora would always feel guilty about that.

"My exciting life?" Nora repeated, shrugging. She was supposed to set sail to New Zealand soon, but her trip had been put on hold because of some grumbling at her headquarters. Apparently it was more than a bit frowned upon to disappear without much contact when not on a research assignment. Nora had explained and explained, but now there was a delay and she was sure she was going to be on the losing battle of it all.

But, she was supposed to be distracting Delilah, right? "Oh, just finalizing my trip down under," she said with a wide grin, "I'm supposed to be visiting the new dragon reservation, but they're still working on some of the anti-muggle spells. Don't want to be down there when a tour bus gets lost and ends up scorched by an Antipodean Opaleye."

And as for her pretty boy? "And Nico, well, he's just as pretty as ever. Maybe I can ask him if he' let you play with his hair for a bit to cheer you up?"

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takeyoudown
2013-05-11 12:00 am UTC (link)

Delilah frowned slightly at Nora's mention of going to New Zealand. She got it, the itch to travel and not staying in one place for too long. She did the same thing, yet she tended to gravitate around Ireland. She couldn't stay away as long as Nora did at times. And she had really gotten use to having her best friend in the country again. What would she do if a crisis came about? New Zealand was so far away, what if she was gone for ages again.

"He does have such nice hair. You think he'd agree?" She asked choosing to ignore the whole trip like she had been since it first came up.

"Nora" she said quietly after a few moments of staring out into the crowd. "You think I could go with you? To New Zealand, that is. I won't be a pest. I mean really I just want to stowaway on your portkey. Then you can go play with dragons and I can... I don't know, do something."

She looked up to Nora to try and judge her reaction. With Nora leaving, what left did she really have? She couldn't duel, and yes there was Charlie but he was going to be busy with Quidditch soon, and he seemed to always be busy with Penny. And Danny, well. The last month was just about enough to last her. Perhaps a break from Britain was just what she needed. A break without being trapped in a Turkish hospital anyways.

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OPEN

zoey
2013-05-05 04:38 am UTC (link)

There was no reason for Zoey not to be at a giant rooftop house party. She couldn't exactly remember who invited her, but where there was a party, there was a Kestrel. She had left a note for Joey on the counter, figuring he would heed the siren's call of a quidditch party or at least find his way over before she got too wasted. Which couldn't be that far away considering she was weaving her way through the crowd, bouncing off one person into the next like her own little game of ping pong until she spotted someone she recognized.

"Heyyyyyyyyyyyy!" She shouted, drawing off the word in a slight slur. "Look who it is! I recognize you. Yeah, you. You should get me something to drink, I don't really trust any of these people and you're the first one that I've actually recognized tonight. Who invited all of these people, you know?" Zoey asked, patting her new best friend on the chest, wrapping her arm around their shoulders, mostly for support.

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Gleny

galvinized
2013-05-05 04:48 pm UTC (link)

Vinny had heard from Michal, who heard from Howell, who heard from...he was going to assume his girlfriend, Saoirse, who had been the only one actually invited to this party. It was evident by the quickly dwindling lack of supplies that this party had gone over capacity within the first half an hour, but the guests seemed to be taking care of themselves. Vinny was sure that the hosts, who he had heard were rumored to be just some normal, non-quidditch blokes who owned the small flat they'd entered through, had not paid out of pocket for the sparkling and sparking pink watermelon drinks that Vinny currently held in his hand. Those types of liquid delights were only found at the best of parties, and Vinny had made sure to get in line for it.

"Here you go," he said with a small smile, handing the glass to Glenda. He was glad they'd managed to find a somewhat empty spot on the roof, as he did not like the idea of her getting bumped around and into. Vinny leaned against the edge, looking out and at the London skyline. Even if it was in the distance, it was still a nice sight. He turned back to Gleny, letting his free arm drape behind her along the edge, "Having fun?"

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chickidy
2013-05-07 03:01 am UTC (link)

She smiled, and nodded. Surprisingly yes, Glenda was enjoying herself for having so faithfully avoided social gatherings such as this over the past few years. While she had once enjoyed them immensely, centered her life around them even, they had... dulled in their intrigue and purpose after Gideon's death. Parties had gone from there not being enough people to there being too many to avoid... but it was getting better again, and even she could recognize flashes of her former self beginning to flicker through her exterior now and then.

Glenda also knew that she couldn't totally attribute the melting of her character purely to time. No, that was rather obvious as she took a sip from her drink, staring up happily at Vinny's face. Without the wizard standing before her, she knew she would be off in a far worser place, far more miserable and alone in the world. It was a pleasant surprise the way things turned out the way they did, and while this new status with Vinny still nerved her a bit, but it was in an excited and happy way.

"Yes," she continued to nod, bringing her drink (held in both hands) back up to take another sip. It was quite delicious, as was Vinny's usual high-set bar of drink choices. How, exactly, had he mastered that art?

Telling herself to bring that topic up later, Gleny shifted toward him until she eventually was resting half of her side and front against him. Pressing her glass between them, straw still between her lips, she looked up at Vinny innocently.

"It's cold," she spoke in a small, but entirely sly, voice. The pleased smile stayed firm on her lips, and Gleny pressed closer to his side still.

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galvinized
2013-05-08 02:10 am UTC (link)

Her sweet expression in turn made him smile, which seemed to be the norm when the two were together. Just constant bouts of happiness that only seemed to occur when within the presence of Gleny. It had always been that way, Vinny mused as he nodded in agreement that it was indeed cold. She was one of his best friends (even silently he could not risk the chance of Derek hearing he may have competition or else result in injury to himself) and Gleny always knew what to do or say in every situation, good or bad.

Unfortunately, for the past few years, there had been more bad than good, but they were slowly creating more and more, small and sweet, good moments. Vinny was glad for it, he was excited by it, and he was desperate to keep it moving at the delicate pace it was because he couldn't see it going bad, so why rush such a thing?

His arm slipped around Glenda's shoulders, holding her to him discreetly, but close enough to feel her warmth. "Better?"

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chickidy
2013-05-15 08:13 pm UTC (link)

She let out a pleasant hum. Yes, infinitely better, she decided quite contently. While it was true Glenda also shared Vinny's thought on taking this, them, slowly, there was still room for the smallest of displays, wasn't there? Deciding not to think of it further and simply decide yes, she tilted her head to rest against his arm, and happily took in the warm feeling generating within her stemming from his simple hold on her.

"Much better," she nodded, looking up at him, eyes full. She tucked her arms close to her chest, hands only visible as they pinned her cup between them. Keeping them there also helped nip her sudden urges of wanting to reach up and hold his face for a couple quick kisses, which were not exactly good for keeping a budding relationship cool.

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Theo

hollyharpie
2013-05-05 09:21 pm UTC (link)

All right, so this really wasn't her type of party, but Holly had arrived early with her teammates and their dates, and it was certainly easy to have taken more than her normal amount of drinks when it was just the Arrows crew, especially without Thomas around. So when the party started growing, exponetially so by the minute, the drinks just kept coming and who was Holly to say no, hm?

Hmmmm.

"Where is my husband!" she asked/shouted/announced, standing up abruptly from the game of exploding snaps Felicia had started (knowing it was dangerous when there was alcohol involved). Holly stared around on the tips of her toes to try and find her husband, and sure enough he was sticking out like a sore thumb. He was being a good sport, though she was sure he had expected her to want to escape from the party in under five minutes.

She let her teammates know that she would be back, and then proceeded to push herself through the crowd and towards Theo. A sly smile slid on her face and she stopped about a foot in front of him.

"Why so glum?" she asked, knowing precisely the reason.

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nott_hamilton
2013-05-10 09:34 pm UTC (link)

There was a point in Theo’s life where he hated going to any sort of social gathering. Now, with Holly, it had become something sort of a thing. It wasn’t quite as unbearable when you were with someone who held such frivolous pleasantries and making nice for the sake of being polite in the same distaste. Earlier in the evening, he would have quite possibly even admitted that he was enjoying himself had Holly asked.

Then he went to refill his drink and then suddenly it was no longer just his wife’s teammates plus a few others. The rooftop was filled with hardly anyone he recognized, let alone knew. Theo wasn’t even sure half of them had even graduated from Hogwarts. It didn’t take very long for him to grow tired of the crowd. Lucky for him, Holly had a low tolerance for such shenanigans as well. It wasn’t too late for them to go for a quiet drink, just the two of them.

Except when he finally made his way back to where he had left her, instead of finding her waiting for him ready to leave, Holly was still highly engrossed in a conversation as Felicia shuffled a deck of cards. He debated for a minute whether or not to make his desire to leave known. In the end deciding it wouldn’t kill him to stay a little longer if Holly was having a good time. Taking a sip of his drink, he turned to go find himself a quiet corner.

Not one normally concerned with his age, he definitely felt old standing off to the side nursing his drink. Just witnessing what he supposed they considered dancing and general drunken shenanigans made his skin itch. Theo’s brow raised slightly at the question pulling him from his zoned out state. One he wasn’t even going to bother answering. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed before Holly came to find him, but it was certainly long enough to be knocked into more than a few times, for someone to drop their drink on his shoes, and form a dull head ache from the loud music.

Instead of complaining, Theo offered Holly the best smile he could manage, leaning forward to give her a small quick kiss on her temple. “Me, glum? Never. Did you win your game of Exploding Snap?”

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Drake!

llewellyns
2013-05-05 09:42 pm UTC (link)

Carys threw her hands in the air as her ball whizzed in a perfect arc and into the plastic cup. She had just learned about this party game and she was killing it!

"I AM THE GREATEST!" she shouted, bowing down as her competitor had to drink the final cup of beer. She accepted the round of applause with great vigor and flounced over to Drake. "I am the greatest," she repeated, makings ure that her competitiveness was duly noted.

This last weekend before the season began was always a strange mix of stress, excitement, and eagerness. Carys knew that the Catapults could put on a better performance than they had last year, but she was still unsure of how their new keeper would fall into the mix. To lose Griff Kirkham after so long...even though Carys had been named captain, she still found a great comfort in knowing Griff was still flying with her. And now that he'd retired, she felt like this season was her true test at being the Catapults' captain.

So, she definitely needed to be the champion of this thing called 'beer pong'

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parkin
2013-05-06 12:59 am UTC (link)

"You are the drunkest, so that's something," Drake settled a large, warm hand between her shoulders and offered her a smirk in return for her crowing. "I would be very, very surprised if you, a professional chaser, could not win a contest of throwing and drinking against someone who looks like they couldn't hold their own against a stiff breeze. Or any sort of breeze," he amended, giving her losing competitor a discerning glance. Followed by a look to his watch.

He wasn't keeping track of the time, he really wasn't. Babysitters were a thing in their life now and Drake was a grown man, he could deal with being away from their kid for awhile to spend time with his wife. It was just habit. And the party made him feel a little old. "I have been watching all of the games and keeping track of all the new players, but tonight I feel like I might have just stepped into a completely different timeline. Are some of these kids even old enough to join a Hogwarts team?"

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llewellyns
2013-05-07 11:48 pm UTC (link)

"Not drunkest!" she argued, wiggling her finger at Drake before whirling it in the direction the loser of this match had disappeared in. "He definitely had more than I did, hence my winning."

Carys liked her logic and chose to ignore her definite upper hand in the game. She was a very sore loser and loved to win, so even if she did not have years upon years of training in eye-hand coordination and all that rot, she would have found some way to beat her competition. It was just in her ridiculous nature.

Swiping another drink out of the hand of a far too young looking to drink chap, Carys took in the sights of the party along with Drake and nodded in agreement. "Maybe it's a Kestrel recruiting party. Got to keep that blood young, eh? And stop checking your watch---Mummy and Daddy are allowed to stay up past curfew."

There was nothing wrong with being home before curfew, either, but as much as she loved with little perfect baby boy, James was most likely fast asleep and none the wiser that his parents weren't in their bedroom. He was most certainly fine with them having a night to themselves once in a while.

"I may not be able to stay up past curfew come the preseason," Carys said, pushing herself into Drake's chest, "So I think we need to take advantage."

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brickhouse
2013-05-05 09:47 pm UTC (link)

Rich knew why he was there -- he always got dragged along to this sort of thing because of his job -- but he didn't know why he was staying. He'd been a sad sack since Delilah had left him, saying it was all her. That's what they all said, right? That way he was supposed to feel okay about the situation, but he wasn't, not at all. The only glimmer he had to hold onto was that she still had the key to his flat and honestly, she'd probably forgotten she had the damn thing, but he'd always had problems with being a bit too attached to the women whom he carried on with.

To make matters worse, Delilah was there, at the party. Of course, she was there. Why wouldn't she be there? He'd be worried if she weren't but seeing her and seeing how withdrawn she was acting, Rich couldn't handle the sight. He'd parked himself as far as he could get from Delilah, lest she see him and feel worse or flee. He sighed before taking a swig of his drink, which burned down his throat. The burn was good because the burn kept him from doing something ridiculous like tearing up.

Bloody hell. He was such a miserable sod and might as well go home.

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alongday
2013-05-11 10:44 am UTC (link)

Her little brother had greatly underestimated how wildly out of control his party had become, and how much dip he would actually need. Therese could barely make it through the crowd and she most certainly couldn't spot Louis with all the giant quidditch players walking about. Their burly selves were making it hard to get to the exit, and Therese had almost decided to prop herself on the back of a couch and just remain there for the rest of the night until she spotted---

Feeling a hot, nearly fever-induced flash rush through her at the sight of Michal talking to some---child, Therese moved through the crowd as if she were made out of air. Here! At her own brother's flat! The nerve. She needed to get out, she needed to be as far away from here as possible (she was going to kill Louis), she needed---- "One drink, please!"

She leaned far over the makeshift bar and without waiting for the bloke who'd taken on the job as bartender, grabbed a bottle of something and popped the top. She dropped down onto the nearest couch, not realizing it was already occupied. She crossed her legs tightly and nursed her drink angrily.

She'd missed her favorite wireless show because of this wretched party!

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ARISTA SYKES

conways
2013-05-07 05:22 pm UTC (link)

To say things had been a bit turbulent in the past couple months would be... a melodramatic, but accurate, description of his life if Michal stopped in the current to think about it. He didn't, though (stop to think about it), because he had done so once earlier two weeks ago and found that it quite felt like everything was getting a bit out of his grasp of control, and with little idea about how to exactly stop that feeling, decided to linger on it no further. Which, of course, left him feeling off-kilter, because when your life felt a little bit out of control, what did you focus on? What was there to do? How to effectively avoid the growing nagging feeling from within?

Focus on butting into other's lives, obviously. Well--- delicately. Michal had learned his lesson the hard way concerning that, as Larkin had pounded that teaching opportunity herself into his brain at Mungo's last week. All his avoiding of her had been for naught; the second he'd entered the waiting room (thank you Psyke), she'd embarked upon the task of breaking his fingers one by one for his 'act of freedom' upon her in Jordan. Happy to report she did not manage to make it through the whole hand, but definitely humbled, Michal resolved then to be a bit more discreet in his... investments in his friends.

Also, Wendy had made him promise to start behaving properly.

So, had it gone undetected that the Arista Sykes, a begrudging (by the look of her face) fellow party-goer located a few feet before him, seemed to be one of the few people close to this illusive being otherwise known as Howell's not-so-secret girlfriend? No, not exactly. It was purely coincidental, if anyone ever asked. Was he not allowed to converse with others at a social gathering such as this?

It was a poor sign that he was already defending his actions to himself before even doing them, wasn't it? Yes, probably. But he was already in the act of producing himself infront of Arista, and therefore had no time to think further on the matter.

"Arista Sykes." Michal saddling up next to her, a fully amused expression playing on his face. "Have you forgotten you are currently attending a party?"

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bratemius
2013-05-12 05:12 pm UTC (link)

Although it might seem to others that Arista Sykes lived in a permanent funk, this was actually not the case. Or at least, it hadn't been, about six months prior. But since January, she had been in one long snit, and there seemed to be no reprieve. Losing the European Cup, falling horrifically ill, overzealous fans—she simply couldn't. Quidditch was generally her savior when it came to sour moods, but the impending start of the season now only filled her with displeasure and a vague sense of nausea.

None of this, of course, was improved upon by the fact that Saoirse had bodily dragged her to some banal party, the host of which she didn't even know, and had left her to undoubtedly cuddle with her equally banal boyfriend. The odd witch or wizard she had recognised, Arista had had no desire to speak with, so there was little choice in venue but the edge of the terrace, staring (glaring) moodily out at the horizon and daring anyone within drink-throwing distance.

There were some people, of course, that were unfazed by, or entirely missed, the delicate nature of such threats. Falcons, she decided, were in general one such hopeless type.

"Unfortunately, no," Arista drawled, hardly resisting the urge to roll her eyes in a full circle as she turned her head toward him. "I haven't been able to repress that fact."

She eyed him for a moment before her gaze narrowed in suspicion. Michal Conway Lynch and she had had plenty of opportunities to interact in the past and rarely chose to, so— "What are you doing?"

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conways
2013-05-17 03:55 am UTC (link)

Her prickly reception was amusing, and it was because of it that Michal's entertained smile stayed firmly on his lips. A single brow rose in response to her question, and he turned a bit more toward her to speak.

"Talking," he started slowly, as if it was the most surprising and scandalous of secrets. Michal wasn't completely unaware of who and what Arista Sykes was; he had spent the last year watching his friends valiantly attempt, and fail, at catching her attention outside of a subdued glare. He by no means thought himself the be the one to crack her icy exterior, but knowing what little he had collected from their stories couldn't hurt in helping obtain what knowledge he wanted from her, could it?

And if it all went to hell, at least he could say he enjoyed himself trying.

"And drinking?" Michal produced his hand with glass in tow, looking at it as if he had just noticed its presence. His eyes widened in mock shock. "At a party?" Leaning back on the side railing, he attempted his best flabbergasted face before breaking character with a full laugh.

Lips pressing together, Michal shook his head. "Is my lack of social vigilance offensive to you, Sykes?" He watched her curiously now, definitely interested in how she would react.

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bratemius
2013-06-06 01:27 am UTC (link)

She resisted both the urge to bristle at his condescendingly familiar manner and frown at his apparent intent to settle in for conversation. In truth, she was feeling just needy enough—that is to say, consenting to humour his attentions—to not toss her drink in his face, sneer, or otherwise flounce away and effectively put an end to their conversation.

Though that would, of course, be the wisest, most mature thing to do.

But, and it was the deepest of secrets, Arista often had difficulty doing wise and mature things.

Particularly when those wise and mature things ended up diverting attention away from her.

Turning to face him fully, she arched her eyebrow in a frank study of him. She'd heard plenty about Michal Conway Lynch, and seen enough to know he was more than a handful. That didn't mean she wasn't just as much of a handful. "I'm sure plenty of things about you are offensive," she said in a tone that dripped sweetness.

"Why fuss over just one?"

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conways
2013-06-10 12:24 am UTC (link)

He immediately emitted a low-pitched sizzling noise through his teeth. "Ouch," Michal let out, now crossing his arms over his chest and raising his shoulders to his neck in mock defense. Was that the famed bite of Pride of Portree's pride and joy? His lips puckered slightly, displaying his further sparked interest.

"What a wound." And then, because he had felt he'd experienced much worse, and had almost been expecting more from her, Michal let out another soft hum. No wonder his friends had had so much trouble with this elusive witch, having already proved herself quite feisty within mere minutes. In all honesty, he didn't think he would be able to fair much better than them, but, he supposed, he had a bit less to lose than them.

"I had no idea my mere presence before you could evoke such a response." He paused, for a moment, then added. "Or is it just this unrepressible atmosphere?" Michal wasn't quite sure he had met someone this age so unimpressed or disliking to a party since-- well, Howell.

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BLUE EYES

jasper
2013-05-09 03:36 pm UTC (link)

She really hadn't the most clear of ideas as to what she was still doing here, but why she had shown up was definitely answerable; a party was a party! And, Mira was never one to turn down the whispers of an excellent party.

Therefore she had happily cleaved to Bianca's arm earlier in the evening, absolutely insisting that she leave Aaron home with the husband for a proper night out. With time they had lost each other, an unusual occurrence, so Mira had taken to entertaining herself with different alcoholic beverages in the meanwhile, not an unusual occurrence. But even that had become tiresome, which brought Mira to embarking on the troubling journey of relocating her friend in the crowd. Drunken crowd. She was not drunk, certainly not, it was simply everyone else that seemed to have lost the ability to walk properly.

Definitely, she thought before suddenly colliding with spectacular force into a sturdy body. Her legs knees knocked together and her feet slipped from beneath her, but she didn't sway much more than that-- had he just caught her mid-air? The least he could do, though that wasn't about to stop her from expressing her displeasure in the entire matter.

"Watch y-- oh," Mira started, but stopped when she caught look of his face. Had she possibly just crashed into one of her fellow most beautiful people in the world peers? Yes, even Mira could discern through her blurry eyes, that answer was a solid yes. She reclined a bit more gratuitously in his arms.

"Hello," she corrected, dropping her eyelashes low.

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kjbroadmoor
2013-05-21 08:25 pm UTC (link)

Rumor had it that there was going to be a gathering of Quidditch players on this rooftop for a bit of a pre-preseason party. Kendall had found it a bit easier to talk to people about the possibility of switching teams in a--more relaxed environment. Honestly it was the only reason he let Rose convince him to meet her at this party.

Party. Playing for the Kestrels as long as he had, he really didn't think he would ever be surprised by an out of hand party again. Yet here he was. It would be pointless to even try talking to half the players here as he was positive they wouldn't even remember the conversation they had. Finishing his first and only drink, Kendall was about to call it an early night as he was unable to find Rose anywhere in the massive crowd, and he was to busy trying to shape a winning team to have a pointless night drinking with strangers.

Halfway towards the door is when he spotted Nona moving through the crowd across the room, perhaps the night was still salvageable. Quickly changing direction to try and catch up with her before he lost her in the crowd. To busy focused on the girl in the distance he didn't even notice the one right in front of them until they collided and he nearly sent her sprawling to the floor. Luckily his reflexes were quick enough for him to catch her before any real damage could be done.

"Hi," he said a bit awkwardly as he set her up right again. "Sorry, I wasn't paying any attention. Are you alright?"

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jasper
2013-06-04 03:15 am UTC (link)

"Mmm," Mira responded vaguely, resting her hands heavy on this stranger's arms. His very muscularly endowed arms. She spread her fingers lightly against his forearms, only momentarily pausing before curling to hold as much skin and muscle as possible. A hazy, but entirely pleased smile slipped onto her face.

"You must be very strong," she spoke in a way that implied this had been the topic of conversation for a bit of time now. It hadn't, but she wanted it to be, so that had to count for some kind of relevancy, didn't it? Dropping her lashes low, Mira tilted her head to let her hair drop and expose a bit of her neck. She smiled.

"And fit." As Mira's smile widened, she squeezed what hold she had on him lightly. And how blue his eyes were, they reminded her of... the ocean, the water in Morocco. But that part of him, his soft eyes, was no doubt the only part that would be... not not firm and tight, she was sure of it.

Loosening one hand from his arms, Mira reached to press it against his chest, just to deny and lingering suspicions.

Actually there were no suspicions, she truly just wanted to touch him more. A subtly smug look formed on her face, and she let out a content and surprised murmur. "Fit indeed."

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Pride Boys!

jeremiahs
2013-05-17 07:04 pm UTC (link)

One day, Jeremiah swore to himself, one day he was going to stop listening to Miles Lufkin and his 'brilliant' plans. But today was not that day. And he was pretty sure it wouldn't be tomorrow. Or any day in the relative or distant future. He was magic, Miles was. Somehow able to convince him not fun things were fun. One day he was going to figure out how Miles did it, most likely he spiked the water supply at the pitch or something.

Nevertheless, Jeremiah may have even begrudgingly admitted that he was having fun right up until he realized he had been abandoned by his friends (probably off chasing a skirt) and left to stand off by himself near some surly man that Jeremiah felt may murder someone if they dare approached. It only took a few moments for him to realize that he himself would mostly be exactly like that man if he keep standing around scowling just because Miles had taken off without him.

He did not need Miles around in order to have a good time at a party. Jeremiah was quite capable of having a good time on his own.

That is exactly how he found himself a little more than just slightly intoxicated. He wasn’t quite sure how long he spent out on the makeshift dance floor, but he was positive that it was the longest amount that he spent without having had someone drag him to the floor. Spotting a familiar face by the bar, Jeremiah started making his way through the crowd. He grinned as he swung an arm around his teammates shoulder. “Where have you been? I was forced to make friends with a bottle of tequila and the dance floor in your absence.”

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