after-party ♔ july

[wynn]

♬ Jeux d'eau - Ravel

WHO || Wynn, any and all Knights not currently on missions (if you are uncertain if your character would be at the castle for this, ask!)
WHAT || Squiring Ceremony Afterparty
WHERE || Knights Headquarters, the Ballroom
WHEN || July 1st, 2013, 6:00PM
HOW || Prose OR Actionspam

The "afterparty" is rumored to be the real main event of the night. A black-tie affair in the lavish, opulent ballroom, it is every new Knight's chance to mingle and meet some of their new brothers in arms. Of course, a couple hours are provided following the ceremony for everyone to change, do hair and makeup, and choose from the vast array of formal attire in the closets of the balcony "dressing rooms" located at the top of spiraled staircases on either side of the ballroom. A separate dressing room exists for men and women, and they include full bathrooms (with, thankfully, very modern plumbing).

The squires are usually among the last to arrive, and the ballroom is full to the brim with a fancy array of people, of all shapes, sizes and species.

Hope you aren't shy. They're all here to meet you.

Feel free to make your own open threads for people to come congratulate your newly pledged knight.

ooc; also if your Knight wants to get all gussied up, you can make a Disguise (Cha) check for how good they were at hair/makeup/stylin', etc! This goes for... any time.

Comments

[bittersweeter]

[DON'T WORRY THOSTER THIS ONE AIN'T GONNA TRIP ON YOU. Girl has got catlike grace. Get it? Yeeeah, I'm so clever. Which, I guess considering how much she is taking advantage of the free drinks here says a lot about how cats always land on their feet because the tiny little blonde has made dear friends with the bartender.

No reason either, she's not upset or despondent or depressed. She is just mindnumbingly bored out of her skull and drinking is less boring than not. But it's the drinking that put her in the vicinity of Thoster and she blinks at him with thinly veiled curiosity -- they haven't met yet. Pity. After a second she adjusts her dress and smiles winningly.]

Hi.

[bluffcheck]

[Thoster is well beyond drunk (fort save 8) but that doesn't mean he can't turn on a little charm. His heart isn't in it, but that's only one part of him, after all.]

Hello there, and what's your name?

[bittersweeter]

[Wow jailbait is outdrinking you sweetheart. Just sayin'.]

Lila. [She bats her eyelashes all sweet and innocent.] You know it's kind of sad, watching someone drink all alone.

[bluffcheck]

[He started before he got here, tbh.]

Lucky me that I've got such pretty company, then

[bittersweeter]

[Aw yeah, pregaming. That's hot.]

I know, right? You are pretty lucky. [She sliiiiiiides on over like hey.] Why all the drinking then? Parties not your thing?

[bluffcheck]

On the contrary, parties are most certainly my thing. Having a better time than everyone else, aren't I?

[being drunker doesn't mean having more fun but he will pretend and/or lie to himself about it]

[bittersweeter]

Well now that I'm here, yeah you probably are.

[bluffcheck]

You're a sharp one, aren't ya? Strange I've never found myself in such lovely company before now. Let's make up for lost time, shall we?

[And he lifts his glass to her before taking a long swallow.]

[bittersweeter]

I think you're making up for lost time for the both of us. [Her sip is more delicate, but considering her drink of choice is a very high proof vodka watered down with the impotent tears of her mentor...]

So what's your name? Since you already know mine.

[bluffcheck]

Could be. {he just shrugs, but gives her a grin when she asks for his name.]

Thoster, lass. They call me Thoster.

[bittersweeter]

That's weird. [She doesn't even tack on "no offense" at the end because.. It is offensive, she is not going to pretend its not.]

[bluffcheck]

I prefer unique

[bittersweeter]

It is that.

[Shrug, she is not nice, sorry.] So why are you waging war your liver, Thoster?

[bluffcheck]

Why else but for a woman? I've lost an angel and found a drink instead.

[bards are so damn dramatic]

[bittersweeter]

[Oh great. Manpain, like she missed that. Great. She rolls her eyes to freakin' Jupiter.]

Maybe if you put the drink down you could get the angel back. [Dumbass, is left unspoken.]

[bluffcheck]

Can't catch her. Quick one, she is. [No really. Have you ever tried to corner Andie when she doesn't want to be caught? NO EASY, BRO]

[bittersweeter]

[Chortle.]

What, is it Andie? [She is joking, which is the best part.]

[bluffcheck]

So you've met her. Beautiful girl. [So fucking wistful]

[bittersweeter]

[That's kind of adorable, except annoying at the same time, and she can only handle very few emotions at all time so she settles on annoyed as default.]

Just a thought, but getting drunk at a party she is at? Probably not helping your case any.

[bluffcheck]

[She's right and he knows it, but it's not like he really has a plan for how to handle this. He never really intended to care for Andie like he does, and the circumstances of their fight put him in a bit of a tight spot.]

Aye.

[But even so he's gesturing for the bartender to refill the glass.]

Don't have a case to make, lass. Just having a drink.

[bittersweeter]

[Ugh. Just ugh. These people are making her soft. And she sort of likes Andie, the spazz, so... ugh.

She sighs, shifting more fully on to the stool like let's do this shit.]

Okay, why is she pissed at you?

[bluffcheck]

[Thoster glances at her from the side, not turning to face her but eventually turning his head.]

She doesn't think she can trust me. Caught me in a lie- before you ask, I can't tell you either. Or her. It's nothing to do with matters of the heart, but she won't see reason.

[bittersweeter]

Have you tried apologizing?

[Her lack of faith in men is astounding, but since her memories revolve around Cassel, she has good reason.]

[bluffcheck]

[He grimaces against the sting of whatever new the bartender brought him.]

Every time she spots me, she bolts.

[Speedster girlfriend problems]

[bittersweeter]

Letter? Voice mail, email, text, muffin basket, artfully arranged chocolate dipped fruit? You could spell it out in twinkle lights. Or cupcakes.

[Just giving him options here.]