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

Entry tags:

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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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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