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

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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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catchthislove
2012-12-30 09:30 pm UTC (link)

It was absurd to feel slightly let down when he said that, because of course there were other people—person!—she could (should?) be kissing, too. As sense and mortification continued to return to her, Greta noticed her hands still locked securely onto his person, and dropped them immediately.

"Oh, sure," she said easily enough, still lacking the proper faculties for coherent conversation. Those had definitely been some fireworks, and she wasn't just talking about the brilliant display of lights that had been overhead. She touched her fingers to her lips absently, almost certain the sensation of them pressing them to his very nice ones could still be felt. "I've got a—someone or other, that's—somewhere."

It was then, thinking about at least Iwan and the poor manners associated with ditching a date, that she remembered how she'd even wound up in this position to begin with. Or the beginning of this position. It was tempting to say this man had just grabbed her and laid a solid one on her, but it felt very mutual. Not that Greta would ever object to a man who looked like that casually grabbing her any day of the week.

"Speaking of… that…" Ordinarily, she'd be appalled at her flourishing vocabulary, but bells continued to jangle in her head as she struggled to get said head on straight again. She looked about them, and opted not to try and squeeze through her right, as a drink had just been tossed in a face, and the left seemed rather obstructed given a couple that had just dropped into a horizontal position on the floor. Greta pointed over his shoulder, trying her best to look upbeat, "May I get by?"

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thomases
2012-12-31 12:49 am UTC (link)

“I---of course.”

Thomas remained still for a moment, still utterly confused about what had transpired. He had most definitely initiated the kiss, she didn’t seem very upset about it, and now they were to part ways and find their respective dates. That was it? It didn’t seem right, as if it were too easy to get out of the mess he’d created. Thomas supposed he should be glad that all he was going to get out of this was a strange mess of emotions and not a life-shattering kick to the privates that he most definitely deserved. He nodded numbly at the girl, taking a step to the side even though there wasn’t much space to pass by with how the crowd was surging, either to continue partying or to leave for the night. The new year had begun and it seemed to be ready to hit him hard.

He was supposed to be leaving now. There wasn’t much point in sleeping before his early portkey, but mentally he needed to lie down to stop his head from swirling. Seeing Regina tonight had thrown him completely off course and it had managed to wreck his last moments of the year. As the girl squeezed by him, his chest clenched in a panic, not wanting to continue out into this next year without having some sort of answer for his strange behavior. Why her? What had made him choose her out of all the women in the room? Instead of finding his girlfriend and kissing her fiercely to rid himself of all the anger and shame Regina had spurned, he had chosen the beautiful girl in the blue dress.

Completely having lost control of himself in every sense, Thomas reached out and grabbed hold of the passing girl’s wrist, tugging her back to him. He had to know. “What’s your name? Before you go.”

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catchthislove
2012-12-31 08:33 am UTC (link)

There was no denying Greta was still flustered beyond capacity, but she slowly began to see this peculiar little hiccup as a positive encounter. Mind-blowingly good snogging aside, she was hopeful it was a sign that the new year had goodness in store for her; by the nature of the event, she was assuming the sign indicated finally finding proper, suitable boyfriend material, but if 1984 wanted to throw some prosperous developments in her career and personal lives, she would be a cad to turn it down.

After all, If an extremely fit bloke was getting handsy with her apropos of nothing but a tap on the shoulder, surely that had to be the best of omens.

When he called out to her and grabbed hold of her wrist, Greta couldn't ignore the sharp, small tug of hope she felt, though he had clearly mentioned (and seemed upset over) having had a date waiting for him. Not to mention Greta had assured him she had the same. The date who had been a perfect prince of a friend to her all night, and didn't deserve her to — squinting, she rose on her tiptoes, and though she could just make out the curly top of her giant date's ginger head pressed close to that of a blonde's. Dropping back down, she smothered a laugh, and thought it looked as if it wasn't just her the new year was off to a good start for, after all.

"Oh, of course!" Silly of her not to say, although it was a strange situation to make introductions in. Though her lips had been pursed to try and staunch the grin threatening her, and she'd felt slightly crestfallen when he established he wasn't calling her back to lock lips once more, she had a rather brilliant smile by the time he'd yanked her back to him. "It's Greta."

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