in which there is left over booze and Deep Conversations. maybe.

[condidcamera]

Conner stood before the wreckage that was the Shindig, frowning a little helplessly at the sight of all the.. well. Crap.

He certainly got what he wanted, though, didn't he? Everyone certainly "loosened" up, heh. He wrinkled his nose, glad that at least everyone that attended had enough sense to take the more private matters elsewhere although

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[creamkahluacoke]

Mmmm, ready, pretty boy?

*begins scooping up cups by the armfuls and dumping them rather forcibly in a nearby trash can*

[condidcamera]

*makes a face at all the trash they have to pick up. Ew-- what is that? A sock?*

I need to rethink my party strategies. Too much alcohol, not enough common sense.

[creamkahluacoke]

Big hazard for parties then. You have fun?

*doesn't care what he's touching, just wants to get done*

[condidcamera]

*wan smile* Mostly. Did you..?

*belatedly realizes they're wizards, meaning they have wands that can get this stuff cleaned out fast but.. ..... welldammithewantsmoretimewithNikkki and so he conveniently forgets, oops~*