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

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adrian mattias, andrea johnson, anton chang, arista sykes, caden flint, charles spinnet, delilah spinnet, estella flint, glenda prewett, group, jeremiah whitehorn, joy mclaggen, kate dagworth-peakes, magnolia mattias, matthew summerby, michal conway lynch, nora peakes, octavius pepper, odette boot, penelope fawcett, phineas mclaggen, psyke bardera, richard house, rose knightley, rupert brookstanton, seth wadcock, therese bonaccord, tristan bardera, victoria cadwallader, wendy midgen, zoey moran

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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Tonyyy!

darlingwendy
2012-09-07 03:36 pm UTC (link)

Wendy loved parties! All sorts of parties—really, every sort of party. Not the dressing up part, she always did that, but all the pretty decorations! And the drinks! And the dancing! She felt badly some of the time that she loved all those things very much and her husband could only be coaxed into one moderate-sized gathering a year for fear of sensory overload, but it was all right! Wendy had a revolving door of people to alternatively sweet-talk or bully into taking her places, so neither she nor Chandler had to compromise very much. But Tony had asked her to come with him tonight, so she was already having the best time ever, even if she didn't think Axebanger Brookstanton was a very nice person and he had made comments of a sexual if complimentary nature to her before. He was having a very nice party and she had worn one of those entertaining false moustaches until it fell off somewhere on the dance floor during one of her more energetic turns.

They'd danced for what would be an inordinately long time to normal people, and though Tony moved as fiercely and flawlessly as he ever did, Wendy could tell his heart wasn't in it tonight.

"I'm so tired!" she all but chirped, which was a complete but necessary lie as she grabbed his hand and all but dragged her date off the dance floor. "Let's get some punch and sit down."

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antonins
2012-09-08 12:48 am UTC (link)

He'd only led one dance circle tonight, that was how Tony knew he was off his game. His body couldn't resist moving to the music, obviously, but his usual desire to get other people up and moving was simply lacking and he had not resisted Wendy's tug to take a rest. Tony followed quickly, adjusting his mustache then his hat with his free hand before he took a glass off a passing tray. Cho was staying with his parents for the weekend, so he didn't have to worry about getting home---he could have a few more of these to wipe his mind of all the irritants that had been floating around.

Everything in his life was good, his daughter was beautiful and smart, his friends were great, his job was fantastic, but all of that seemed to fade into the background when his thoughts drifted to his ex, whom he now knew lived only 5.3 blocks away from his and Cho's flat. It was nearly impossible not to run into her, and thank Merlin that it had not been with Cho. As much as Tony tended to search her out (Maggie did not help his case, with her constant state of boredom toward the end of this pregnancy), it seemed like Asami popped up when he wasn't looking for her, and that made him think that she was looking for him and it just made things awkward and painful and he couldn't help feeling desperate and heartbroken all over again.

YEARS! It had been years since they'd broken up, four years since Cho was born, four years since Asami had chosen her family values over their daughter and him, and all Tony could do was daydream about a reconciliation that would never happen, and if it did he was sure would be toxic and ruin his good life and---

He dropped down onto the couch beside Wendy, panting. He'd been dancing for what had to be going on two hours straight. Tony turned to her, his mustache sitting lopsided on his upper lip, "Is this a look I should continue to wear in the real world?"

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darlingwendy
2012-09-08 03:42 am UTC (link)

Wendy fanned her face with one hand and gulped down the contents of a glass with something tasty and fruity with the other as she pretended to examine Tony's face and his dangling moustache.

"Yes!" she declared. "Always. You might terrify Cho, though. But if you dye both pink too, I'm sure she will come around to it!" she added sweetly. It was a long standing campaign to convert people. She thought she'd cracked Tony almost once or twice, at least with the blue, but the deal had not been sealed yet. He muttered something about favouritism, or something silly like that.

Although since her own two-year-old daughter was already not so subtly hinting she wanted a colour-change on her own baby-fine locks, Wendy couldn't say how advisable that was. Perhaps Cho was less given to flights of fancy, as her daughter was already demonstrating a healthy dose of some of Wendy's more… unique qualities and quirks.

"How is she doing?" Wendy asked dutifully, fully understanding of every parent's need to talk ad nauseum about their babies, because did she not carry around multiple copies of a snapshot with Eloise madly giggling and tweaking Chandler's purple hair with her at all times? She straightened the skirt bunching around her knees and curled up on the sofa, tucking her heels beneath her. "How are you doing?"

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antonins
2012-09-08 11:30 pm UTC (link)

Ah! Cho, his beautiful Cho. He could talk about her all day and night! His little Cho, his little Sun. Sometimes Tony wished he and Cho could just dance off into the sunset and live on a rainbow, where nothing would ever cause them any worries. She didn't deserve any worries, not with the trouble that she's already been through. That she didn't even know about! Cho didn't ask about her mummy often, but when she did it was painful to lie. Because he had to lie! How could he tell her that her mummy lived within walking distance and refused to acknowledge her existence? That family honor and pride meant more to her mother than being in love with the most precious little girl in the world?

So Tony told Cho that her mummy was out there, in the great wide somewhere, and that she'd been left on his windowsill by a great white stork that had flown down from the sun, hence her middle name. He felt that her curiousity about her mother was really just an excuse to hear the story of her 'arrival', and Tony hoped she kept up the act for a very long time. Telling her the truth would literally destroy him, he was sure.

"My Sunny girl is perfect, of course," Tony said, trying to keep his emotions in check, but for someone who didn't drink very often and therefore had a very low tolerance for the toxic liquids, his words began to slip right out of his mouth, "She's the spitting image of her mum, of course." He swallowed, even though he hadn't taken a drink, "Her mum, who, by the way, is living in London and quite possibly following me around just as much as I am her. But. You know how that goes."

He felt very hot. From his nearly horizontal position Tony's arm went high, "WAITER!"

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darlingwendy
2012-09-09 05:25 pm UTC (link)

"WAIT!" Wendy screeched, throwing her arms up high, accidentally knocking into Tony's.

She leaned forward until she was looking at almost the top of his head, and whispered in a very loud voice, "She's here? In London?"

Wendy knew the story, at least some of it. Cho's mother gave up her daughter and Tony for some silly family ideals her parents imposed on her. Obviously, Wendy knew there was a cultural and environmental difference between herself and this other woman, but she couldn't even imagine walking away from Eloise and Chandler, no matter what her mother had to say on the subject. But then, she started to gnaw at her lip in sympathy anxiety for her friend, she really loved them, truly and unreservedly. Maybe she did, since Wendy couldn't imagine anyone not falling in love with Cho, but probably this woman must be a cold fish.

That was a horrible thing to assume of someone, especially never having met them.

But it was probably true!

Now having chewed her bottom lip up quite thoroughly, she asked, "Have you talked to her!"

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antonins
2012-09-09 11:45 pm UTC (link)

Tony screeched when Wendy screeched, recoiling back in fear at the sound in his ear. Even in the loud and noisy bar she had managed to pierce his ear drums, and his teeth clenched in a surprised wince as Wendy's surprise and questions flooded out of her. He really hadn't meant to tell her, as he was sure that most people's reactions to Cho's mother being in England would be about the same, and Tony was immediately regretting that decision!

"I! No! Of course not! We just----I basically run at the sight of her and---I can't talk to her, what could I possibly say?!"

His voice was going higher with each word, and he really, really hoped someone was coming with a drink. Any sort of drink! Water, liquor, poison, anything! He just did not want to talk about this! About her! She had ruined his life and it still bloody hurt!

"That----that she----and---my baby it---" he sputtered, unable to form any sort of coherent sentence. Tony grabbed his hat and put it in his lap, wringing it tightly and busting the folds. "She---I don't need her!"

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darlingwendy
2012-09-11 02:37 am UTC (link)

"Of course not!" As Tony's voice got progressively higher, Wendy's got progressively higher and just that much louder, so the health of the ear drums of any sober people around them might have been in question. Her tone and expression were indignant as she twisted to face her body to him, propping one hand on her hip. "You don't need her!"

Wendy was an expert at taking other people's worries and cares on for them, and an intoxicated Wendy was miles better at it, still! She leaned very close to his face and pointed at Tony, squinting her eyes in a menacing expression. "You don't need some—some hussy—" Probably not the best word she could have thought to use… also, by the sound of it, hardly accurate. And rather woman-bashing! "—who just walked away from you and that little girl! You don't need anyone!"

Even though she meant it very nicely, the words seemed a bit harsh. She didn't know if Tony wanted to need someone, but it was the truth. He was doing a better job raising Cho himself than most married parents did. Maybe he wanted someone, and that he should absolutely have—Which, if that was the case, drunk Wendy made a pledge to fix him up with every worthy single girl she knew (which, even intoxicated, knew was a very small amount, and—peculiar, she hadn't thought of that before, but anyway—!), though it was doubtful she could recall that in the morning.

Some of the exuberance left her as she laid her head down on her knees and looked at him. "You really are doing the best job."

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