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the only octavius o. pepper ([info]dinglealltheway) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2012-12-28 19:49:00


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Entry tags:andrea johnson, anton chang, arista sykes, delilah spinnet, derek dobbs, edward pennifold, ethan jordan, galvin gudgeon, glenda prewett, graciela pennifold, greta catchlove, group, howell williams, iwan quigley, marissa shimpling, matthew summerby, max fancourt, mirabelle jasper, saoirse mullet, scarlett rabnott, seth wadcock, thomas mccormack, violet voltaire

For New Year's Eve!



Octavius thought, all things considered, this party had come together rather nicely. "All things considered" being the harrowing and oddly personal war Mira and he were currently battling out, and its various distractions. With the amount of sabotage his tricky personal assistant wreaked upon him (and, admittedly, some effects of his own retaliation, because he didn't have eight other siblings for nothing), he thought their end-of-the-year bash might never get off the ground. But the floating candles, the rather superb live, musical entertainment, and the food was proof of the fact that, in spite of the squabbling and havoc occuring at the Wizarding Wireless Network studios, they could still throw a rather excellent party.

He optimistically did not let it get to him that he had brought his sister as a date, and an offhand comment she'd made during one of their lunches had given him a spectacular idea for the grand finale of the night. Five minutes before midnight, the lamps would begin to dim to black as the ceiling turned into a reflection of the night sky. Then would begin the countdown, and at the stroke of midnight, ushering in the new year, a slew of firecrackers would be released over the crowd, all courtesy of some handy and pretty ingenious spellwork. Octavius was getting downright gleeful in anticipation of that.

Nor was he letting get to him the unfortunate fact that Mira and he, spitting claws and all, would be taking a portkey at the arse crack of dawn to Istanbul, for the European Cup beginning on the first (or, tomorrow). Select crew, and even some of the party-goers, were in the same boat, but Octavius had a feeling the sleeplessness would be worth it. Tonight would be a night to remember.

OOC refer here for kissing questions! Or ask me :]



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[info]antonins
2012-12-30 06:18 pm UTC (link)
Tony had spent the night dancing with his favorite Arrow, Andrea Johnson. She was always the most excited for his new training sessions and was willing to try anything he threw at the team. It was nice to have that sort of support on a team that could literally stare at you in silence for the full hour of the speciality sessions, and he was glad to be able to spend some time with her off the pitch. She was fun and a great dancer, which was all Tony needed to have a good time and had been the entire night. The music of course was brilliant, as was expected being that this was a WWN event.

His hands reached out to swish Drea’s skirt back and forth, taking her hand a moment later to pull her close, only to spin her away again. Midnight was approaching, but that didn’t mean the party had to stop. Why ruin a perfectly good song with a silly countdown?

“What’s your resolution?” he said, trying to be heard over the music and chanting as he pulled Andrea back to him. Tony grinned widely, his grip on her waist keeping her close for the final seconds of nineteen eighty-three. It was remarkable that they were already three years into the new decade; life seemed to be moving so fast but so slowly at the same time. Maybe this year would finally get him on the right track in all the different ways it had thrown him off course.

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[info]feminist
2012-12-30 07:15 pm UTC (link)
Drea was having a wonderful time at the party; even though the season had a bit of a downhill turn toward the end, she felt that it had been a good year for her overall. They had muscled into the playoffs, and it had gone well, whether anyone else believed it or not. On top of that, Drea was feeling better than she had in years, and she knew she partially had Thomas to thank for that.

The highlight of the night had to be the dancing with Tony, of course. She always enjoyed the time she was around him, professional or otherwise. He was energetic and fun to be around...and fun to look at, but that was a given of course. She'd had three glasses of champagne to celebrate, but was doing so well to not over do things. The dancing was much more fun, anyway.

She strained to hear his question, but then had to think it over. "Try new things, explore. Anything but become old and dull," she replied as the countdown drew nearer and nearer. "And you?" she asked, an eyebrow raised as she smirked at him.

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[info]antonins
2012-12-30 11:45 pm UTC (link)
“And me? Oh, well,” Tony bopped his head back and forth, not actually having thought of a resolution of his own, but clearly fine with asking everyone else theirs. “I suppose to get out more. Mingle. Get Cho to more matches so that she could go pro when she gets older and get me box seats unlike the bleacher ones I get today.” He shook his head, a teasing grin on his face, “You’d think the teams would appreciate all the effort I put into whipping them into shape!”

Tony looked up as the final countdown began, his arm wound Drea’s waist. His free hand lifted to cheer along with the crowd, feeling ready to jump up and down once the new year began. He wasn’t particularly concerned about not having anyone to kiss at midnight, sort of a silly tradition unless you were in a relationship or on a date. Besides, he’d surrounded himself with quidditch players, and one of the few rules he had about his occupation was to not get involved with any of women in the league. It was what made yoga sessions with the Harpies so very difficult, if he were frank.

“Two--one! HAPPY NEW YEAR!” he exclaimed, letting out a loud ‘oohhh!’ at the sight of the fireworks exploding overhead. Tony laughed happily, keeping Drea by his side because he wanted to keep his dance partner into the new year! The fireworks tickled his nose, and all sense of rules and regulations were sucked straight from his mind. His arm around Drea tugged her to his chest and without any hesitation Tony used his grip around her to pull her up and into a crushing kiss.

Happy New Year, indeed!

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[info]feminist
2012-12-31 12:40 am UTC (link)
Drea laughed. "If you need tickets, you know all you had to do was ask! Granted, it may result in me asking you to bring Angelina along to a game or two, but I highly doubt Cho would complain about having a girl her age around." She had enough player tickets around from time to time that giving a few to Tony wouldn't at all be an issue for her.

The fireworks were definitely something to get lost in, even if for a short moment. She felt herself draw in a gaspy breath before looking over to Tony. Drea was ready to return his Happy New Year when...that was his lips on hers. Even though she would never have expected it, it felt good and right at the moment. And so, without any hesitation over the problematic issues that could arise, she felt herself pressing against him, her hand moving to tangle in his hair. It had been far too long since Drea had had a sober encounter of this kind, and something inside her just let that fact take over herself and any restraints she may have had otherwise.

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[info]antonins
2013-01-01 04:10 am UTC (link)
He could honestly not remember the last time he’d kissed someone. That was sad, wasn’t it? He’d gotten close at Adrian’s wedding reception, having been paired with one of his mate’s Portuguese teammates, but Tony had recoiled at the last second and lied about having to go make a toast. What had he been so scared of, this was great. He’d missed this. Tony’s arms wrapped Drea up tight and close to him, enjoying not only her lips but the feel of her body pressed tightly to his. It was something he’d needed, been aching for, this contact from a female, it had been too long---

“Holy shit!” Tony jumped back, his arms feeling as if they’d been electrified. His hand went to cover his mouth, eyes wide as saucers. Holy---that was---not supposed to have happened! He should not have done that! Why had he done that! He was going to get fired! “Holy---I----am so sorry!”

Tony yelped, he couldn’t help the sound, he turned away, running a hand through his hair and hoping that no one had spotted him. Maybe he could blame it on the drinks of the night, the fireworks, the excitement, but he had definitely grabbed her much fiercer than a New Year’s kiss should be grabbed. That was---so---rude of him. Jumping back to face her, Tony put out his hands in a pleading manner.

“Drea, I am so sorry, I have no idea why I did that, not that---I’m sorry!”

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[info]feminist
2013-01-01 10:34 pm UTC (link)
Drea's eyes went large as she witnessed his reaction to everything. The kiss hadn't been--well, there was the issue of him working with her yes but--the whole reaction just made Drea feel like she'd done something wrong here. She rubbed her forehead, eyes closed, before letting out a slow sigh. The kiss had felt brilliant, needed even, and now she just felt hollow.

"I--yeah," she said, her mind blank and unsure of how to react to him in the moment. It hurt. She couldn't explain why, because it wasn't as if anything was there, but--maybe this was her party girl days coming to haunt her. "I need to--I'm..." she shook her head before pushing past him, her jaw clenched in an attempt to keep her emotions from boiling over too much and her saying something or doing something foolish.

She made her way toward the door, pushing through a rather involved crowd, trying to ignore the displays of affection and the whoops and hollers that were being elicited as a result. Drea grabbed a glass of wine from a forgotten tray at a table before shoving the doors to the outside world open. The biting cold air hit her, sobering her thoughts and feelings immediately. She found an empty bench and sat down, not sure that she wanted to go back into the building for a while even though it would probably result in her being sicker than a dog for the first match of the Europe Cup.

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