The Ramones were playing. Danny thought he'd had a heartattack when he saw the phonograph, and his grin eclipsed itself when he shuffled over to a shelf and read the record titles. This room was, in a word, amazing
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And at long last, Patrick slipped into the room, double checking that he wasn't followed. And as the door clicked shut, he turned around, practically beaming.
Mr. Fiddlesticks, who was normally seen dressed to the nines.. pressed french-cuffed dress shirt under a fitted sweater vest, smooth silk tie with a diamond tie clip slipped under it, pressed black slacks, leather oxfords and his hair done with every single hair perfectly placed.. well, he looked almost like a different person. His hair was.. tousled, tight black pants clung to his legs, and his typical button-up dress hung on by the mercy of maybe one or two buttons. If one didn't know that he was far from the party animal, they'd think Mr Proper had just stepped in from a night club.
It made him laugh.
And with the slyest of all grins on his lips, he slid on over to Danny's side.
((And, with that, I'm just going to let you read this, and have him jump into a thread. Muhaha.))
Hannah found a corner and pulled out her pack. She was sick of being a smoker, but she'd started 2 years ago in 3rd year. She stood there, trying to look nonchalant listening to the music and taking a long drag from her smoke. She tried to make smoke circles, but just ended up swallowing some smoke and coughing.
Danny saw it and sauntered over, pulling out his own cigarettes. "We have to stick together, right?" he asked with a wink, taking a drag off his and French inhaling. "Thanks for coming, by the way. I'm glad someone else is in love with the Ramones."
"Oh, you know," he shrugged. "A friend from London gave me acid, Bri gave me a fabulous drink, and I haven't gotten anything else yet. My family doesn't really like me, you see."
He looked quite pretty, smoking, the bluish smoke curled around slender hands, wafting over blue-black hair.
Elanor had been standing off to the side, feeling a little weird that Candace had dragged her out to a party. Especially one for someone that she didn't particularly know or like. But, at the same time, it was rare that she got invited to parties that weren't hosted by her parents and their friends.
She had her hand clenched around a roll of parchment. Her background had at least versed her in manners enough that she knew to bring a present for the birthday boy. It was getting tiresome holding on to it, though. At some point she would have to stop avoiding Danny, if only to get rid of this stupid parchment.
With a sigh she looked around the room to see where he was.
Elanor glanced at the girl now standing in front of her, and eyed her drink enviously. Perhaps that was how everyone else looked so at ease in a room full of people.
"Me?" she said in surprise. "I don't think I've met you, though I might be mistaken."
Attempting to be casual, she peaks to see if there are any drinks near by. Spotting something, she grabs a cup of mystery liquid and takes a sip. It burns a little, as Elanor isn't used to drinking.
Zosia had been very surprised to have found an invitation to a party stuck in her journal. She didnt really know who was going to be there but decided she ought to bring something for the honoured birthday boy. She entered the room feeling very nervous and carrying a small package that contaned some chocolate frogs and a box of every flavor beans. She knew she hadn't been followed, for who would think to follow her? She looked around the room to see if she recognized anyone. I wonder who this Christian is anyway? Zosia wondered to herself. She walked over to a wall and decided to watch everthing for a while.
Zosia was so surprised to have someone come over to talk to her. "Oh! Uh yea I think we do have Potions together. I'm Zosia." She offered out her hand and was handed a bottle of firewhiskey. She could smell the liquor all the way from the end of her hand. "Uh.. Oh... I.. um... I don't really drink. But thanks anyway." She handed the bottle back to Draven. "So what year are you in?"
Hannah was dancing in the the middle of the room, with her firewhiskey and a cigarette... not the safest dance partner.
"Anarchy for the UK It's coming sometime and maybe I give a wrong time stop a traffic line. Your future dream is a shopping scheme cause I wanna be anarchy, It's in the city"
she sang and twirled and danced. This party was the party of the year!
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Mr. Fiddlesticks, who was normally seen dressed to the nines.. pressed french-cuffed dress shirt under a fitted sweater vest, smooth silk tie with a diamond tie clip slipped under it, pressed black slacks, leather oxfords and his hair done with every single hair perfectly placed.. well, he looked almost like a different person. His hair was.. tousled, tight black pants clung to his legs, and his typical button-up dress hung on by the mercy of maybe one or two buttons. If one didn't know that he was far from the party animal, they'd think Mr Proper had just stepped in from a night club.
It made him laugh.
And with the slyest of all grins on his lips, he slid on over to Danny's side.
((And, with that, I'm just going to let you read this, and have him jump into a thread. Muhaha.))
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Hmm... hope no one saw that.
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"No problem, I'm game for any party." Hannah laughed to herself, why was she trying to act so cool?
She decided to ask him about himself... boys liked that, right?
"So... what else did you get for your birthday?" she asked between drags.
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He looked quite pretty, smoking, the bluish smoke curled around slender hands, wafting over blue-black hair.
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She had her hand clenched around a roll of parchment. Her background had at least versed her in manners enough that she knew to bring a present for the birthday boy. It was getting tiresome holding on to it, though. At some point she would have to stop avoiding Danny, if only to get rid of this stupid parchment.
With a sigh she looked around the room to see where he was.
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"My dear, I somehow feel like I know you," Rowan said with a grin.
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"Me?" she said in surprise. "I don't think I've met you, though I might be mistaken."
Attempting to be casual, she peaks to see if there are any drinks near by. Spotting something, she grabs a cup of mystery liquid and takes a sip. It burns a little, as Elanor isn't used to drinking.
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"Elanor, darling, you came. Did you bring the spouse?" Daciana said, smiling and feigning politeness.
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I wonder who this Christian is anyway? Zosia wondered to herself. She walked over to a wall and decided to watch everthing for a while.
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"Hi, I'm Draven. You're in my Potions class, yeah?"
He smiled broadly and took a sip from the bottle. Ah so it was firewhiskey.
"Having fun yet?" he asked offering the girl the bottle.
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"Oh! Uh yea I think we do have Potions together. I'm Zosia." She offered out her hand and was handed a bottle of firewhiskey. She could smell the liquor all the way from the end of her hand. "Uh.. Oh... I.. um... I don't really drink. But thanks anyway." She handed the bottle back to Draven.
"So what year are you in?"
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"I'm a 6th year. Although I really should be a 7th year. I'm rather old you see. And yourself?" he asked, taking a sip of his firewhisky.
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"Anarchy for the UK
It's coming sometime and maybe
I give a wrong time stop a traffic line.
Your future dream is a shopping scheme
cause I wanna be anarchy,
It's in the city"
she sang and twirled and danced. This party was the party of the year!
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