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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thomases
2012-03-05 01:36 am UTC (link)

He had every urge to pull her down to the couch, eat these delicious looking cupcakes, and then snog her all night. If Thomas wasn't someone who made plans and knew that his agent would probably harass him until the beginning of next season for not showing up, he would have done just that, but instead he grinned broadly and thanked Samantha for thinking of him. He had been very surprised at how much he realized he'd missed her during her work trip, and worried that she would have to go away for even longer spans of time than that. Not that he was her boyfriend and that he should be worrying about that, but. Thomas enjoyed spending time with her and knowing that he couldn't made his chest clench.

"We can save these for the after party," he said with a smile, not wasting the opportunity to kiss her again. Thomas would kiss her all night, he was sure, but once they got to the party he was also sure that public displays of affection would be cut to a minimum. Not that he wouldn't like to, of course, but he didn't want his first...'public' night out with another woman to be photographed a million times and Sam didn't deserve that and---

"Are you ready?"

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eagerbeaver
2012-03-05 02:06 am UTC (link)

She kissed him back happily, rather excited that he seemed to like the cupcakes. "Ooh, I was not aware that there was an after party," she replied, a twinkle in her eyes. "But if it involves cupcakes, I'm obviously excited." Her arms had wrapped around him and she found herself lingering in that position a bit longer than originally anticipated.

"Ready as I can be," she replied, letting out a nervous sigh. She knew that Thomas and her sister and their teammates were probably used to this sort of thing but--it was not in Samantha's nature to be in the spotlight. She only hoped that the evening went well, and that they both had a good time together. She smiled before taking his hand. "Are we apparating or flooing?"

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