◎ c h a r l i e (spinnets) wrote in valesco,
@ 2014-03-23 19:13:00

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adian rosenberg, charles spinnet, charlotte sweeting, group, jake bexley, liddie lynch, louis bonaccord, michal conway lynch, seth wadcock

WORLD CUP PARTY!

Champions of the world. That's all there was really to say, wasn't it?

Charlie took in a long breath of the cool New York air, admiring the party that was being thrown for team Ireland. Them, being thrown for them! Holly was a riot, capturing pictures with everyone and demanding certain poses. Caden Flint was smiling, smiling from ear to ear! He and Saoirse had even danced for a song or two, or three, it was that kind of night. It felt like his entire life had led up to today's match, to this night.

He made his way to the bar, raising his hand to the bartender to bring him another round. Tomorrow was his last day in New York, and he meant to celebrate this night like it should be. Charlie slid onto the bar stool and shook some hands with passersby as he waited for his drink. It was really something, being part of the best team in the world---it hadn't sunk in, and he didn't think that it was something that would for a long time.

His foot knocked into the person sitting beside him as he turned back to the bar. Charlie grinned sheepishly, "Whoops, sorry."

ooc: Open to all participants of the World Cup, their friends, family, and guests!!

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spinnets
2014-04-18 10:01 pm UTC (link)

Charlie blinked. Apparently he couldn't just hop back into the flirting game as easily as he thought he could. He bit his tongue, watching her stalk off. Perhaps his luck had run out for the night, and he should just settle with the drink he had and call it a night. It had been a long few weeks, and maybe this was a sign! Maybe he still wasn't ready to try and talk to a girl in that way, maybe he was repeating history with hitting on a quidditch player's sister, maybe---

---oh, fuck it.

He pushed quickly off his seat and pushed quickly through the crowd, not having lost Lady Lynch in the crowd. Charlie made a mad dash and knocked over a tray of appetizers before finally managing to cut in front of her. He spun around and put his hands up, showing his innocence and, you know, displaying a slight plea for attention.

"I haven't flirted in two years," he admitted with not much shame. And loudly, too, because he'd stopped her by one of the speakers. There was nothing wrong with having been in a relationship, his mature mind reasoned. Charlie grinned sheepishly and shrugged his shoulders, "I may be a bit rusty. I didn't mean to say--I was trying to get you to agree to see me not...here. Again. Somewhere else. Even if it's just me paying for your lunch."

Charlie rocked back and forth for a moment, knowing he'd messed up. He let out a breath.

"Wadcock's engaged. Your brother's not happy. Am I still a dolt?"

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