knightsoflegend | party ♔ love, you are my shelter and love, you are my home

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party ♔ love, you are my shelter and love, you are my home

WHO || Erryone
WHAT || the wedding of Finnick Odair and Myrilandel de Tanos
WHERE || Andres Beach & Palace
WHEN || oct 23rd
HOW || actionapsm

Between the various members of the wedding party, everything comes together just in time for the big event. Within a few weeks' time, the day has finally arrived. Whether they've met or spoken to the bride and groom, the entire isle of Andres is invited to this event. Cool colors are prominent throughout the ceremony set up on the Andres coast. From the bridesmaids dresses to the flower arrangements to the beautiful blue sky and sea, it's a very calming atmosphere.

Once the ceremony is finished, everyone is invited to the reception, held at the Andres palace. There's food, drink, and music. Tables are available, but with such an open guest list, there's no assigned seating- other than the main table up front where the wedding party and their guests will sit last supper style.

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Oh fine- spoil sport. [She's already past tipsy. This is such a bad plan.] Have anything in mind?

Don't suppose anyone's ever gotten a promotion this way.

[In a normal state of mind, Helen would have laughed it off and had some witty comment at the ready about how cheaters never get ahead in life. Or something else vaguely motivational and inspiring. Now, though? Well, she's had a few too many and she's just confident enough in her abilities to think it sounds like a fine idea. (wis crit fail) She snaps her fingers and gives him a wide grin.]

I see what you're up to. Let's see if fortune favors the bold, hm? But if- no when I win, you'll be my personal assistant in all my research for the next year. Studying abnormals, rather than hunting them.

[She holds out a hand, eyebrow arched, taunting.]

You got yourself one helluva deal, lady. [ he slaps his palm into her hand to shake it ahaha ]

So what's your drink of choice? I'll go toe to toe with whatever you'd prefer.

I'm a whiskey man, myself.

I was hoping you'd say that. [bring it on, bitch.] Shots, then?

[She's already waving over the bartender to set up a row of shots for each of them. Dear god this is a terrible idea.]

You're on. [ he's gonna take off that nice suit jacket over here and sling it over the back of a chair, literally rolling up his sleeves and having a seat. ]

[She flashes a grin and takes her seat beside him. No part of this seems like a bad idea apparently. And no one is stopping them so...

She picks up the first shot glass.]

Cheers.

[And off they go...]

[ dean lofts his glass to salute her like the cheeky bastard that he is. ] Bottoms up. [ and with an opening fort save of 21, he'll... down it like it's water. or air. ]

[Well... Helen crit failed her fort save...

As soon as the whiskey touches her lips, she spit takes it right back out, face screwed up in massive disgust.]

Bloody hell-- I thought this was meant to be whiskey, not pure petrol.

[Who decided to use the cheap shit? So rude.]

[ wow don't judge dean's cheap whiskey. excuse you. he pours himself another and lifts it up, shrugging. ] Just because you've been drinking yours watered down with a side of scones before now...

I thought we were here to drink, not to argue whose got the more refined taste. [ and to punctuate that, he'll easily down a second one. s-so tasty. (fort... 32) ]

[She briefly thinks about heading to bar for another bottle- a better bottle, but then he's making remarks and her pride is at stake.

So she pours another shot and... struggles to get it down (fort 10). There's a gag at the tail end of that. She's really struggling. This was a terrible plan.]

Remind me to introduce you to a properly aged bottle of scotch once this is all over.

[ he just seems to find that amusing, smirking as he pours like four more shots to have lined up for himself :) and takes the third with a wince that's... like all show, as he rounds it off with a satisfied smacking sound, slamming the glass down (fort 30). ] I'll be sure to wear my Sunday best.

[The burn of the alcohol must be numbing her taste buds or something, because with each drink, she gets a little more used to it. She's still not exactly enjoying an of it, though. But she swallows the next shot without a gag, just a strong grimace of discomfort (fort 16).]

So what color of flannel would that involve?

[#sass]

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Guess you're gonna have to wait and see. [ swiggity swig... with a 29 fort. ]

[The next shot tries desperately to crawl back out of her throat (fort 14), causing her to press a hand to her mouth and force it back down with a great deal of effort.]

Hang on...

[She just... needs a minute here.]

Time and tide waits for no man. [ he just takes the next one, all too cavalier. a fort save of 18 is... low for him. lmao ]

[She might have a witty quip for him at another time, some quote to toss back in response. As it stands, she's doing her best to breathe evenly as she picks up another full shot and sizes it up like a foe to be bested.

Sadly, she's not going to win this battle.

She manages to get the liquid down, but is very soon overcome with that familiar feeling of sweeping nausea. Knowing the signs and that it would be entirely inappropriate to sit here at the party and let the rest of the inevitable events unfold, Helen is quick to move, doing her best to hurry out of the reception area and... puking in a nearby plant or something in the palace hall.

So classy.]

[ dean watches her head off with a look of entertained triumph, and then he makes the mistake of continuing to drink down the line as she vanishes out of the room... until abruptly he lifts a fist to his mouth, suppressing his own sudden wave of intense oh-shit-itude.

yeah, guess what, he's puking right on the floor. with a hilariously timed crit fail.

no one saw that. ]

[Except somebody totally did; (Spot 33), Rose managing to dodge getting vomit all over her shoes with a handy Reflex Save of 28.]

Oh my god....

[She just.

Has.

No words.]

Well now I know why Helen just ran off... [Remember when Helen told Rose she'd never have to choose between the two of them?!

LIES.]

I - [When did she become the responsible one?!] Can you walk?

[ dean recovers remarkably quickly (fort 31), feeling near-instant relief just from expelling all that shit from his system tbh. he swipes a napkin off his table to wipe his mouth, waving a hand to dismiss rose's concern. ] I'm fine. Promise.

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likedillinger - 2015-02-09 06:28 (UTC) - Expand

[Look she was coming okay Helen but somebody had to bear witness to Dean hurling all over the floor. A+ GF tbh.

Even with no ranks in search, Rose manages to find Helen easily enough (17) and she even has the good sense to grab a bottle of water on the way through (Wis 21) and yet... not enough to keep the look from her face as she dry reaches in sympathy. (WS Crit Fail - Fort Save 27 at least to not sympathy hurl as well.)]

I - brought you some water?

[Gripping the edge of a potted plant, Helen can be found on her knees in the hall, sparing a pathetic glance up at Rose before her stomach clenches again and she hurries to turn back to the soil. (Fort 9...)

She's not...having s great time over here.]

[And we can all thank god for Rose's epic fort save modifier, the brunette looking a little greener as Helen continues to give the plant alcohol poisoning but still managing to hold it together (FS 17).

With a sympathetic grimace, she moves forward to literally hold Helen's hair back while she pukes, setting the bottle down on the ground as she crouches beside her.]

I figured if Dean wasn't doing so well... [Maybe talking about him puking won't help. (Wis 17).] ... Well there's a reason I don't drink with him. [Or, try to keep up anyway.]