That's one way to end a night.

[pinkof_courtesy]

Marc had told himself that he wouldn't go to the stupid Capulet party. Not only that, he had told everyone. Well, at least Trystan and Ro. But that was -- that was everyone! No, he had mentioned it at the gig! He had told the audience he loved them more than free booze. Which -- which -- well, it didn't matter, because you always got a lot of

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[princeofmeows]

Trystan had a tendency to simultaneously love his parties and despise them with every fiber of his being. Contrary to popular belief (that being, of course, the beliefs of Montagues and their associates), Trystan loved being around people. He hated being bothered, yes, but the more alcohol that was in his system, the less he cared. He loved flirting, dancing, showing off, and having a general good time. Three drinks in he had all but forgotten that Marc was not coming and had focused his attention on other guests who he appreciated just as much, if not more at times

[pinkof_courtesy]

Marc grinned, winking at the brunette he had just semi-stolen Trystan away from. "I am not. In fact, if the clock of destiny has anything to say about it, I'm dreadfully early, seeing as I promised thee to the high heavens and above that I would not come at all."

He shrugged, pinching Trystan's cheek. "Unfortunately, the threads of squalor pulled me in with a magnetic density unseen anywhere outside of -- a magnet factory," he finished lamely.

[princeofmeows]

"That was a terrible analogy." Trystan felt it absolutely necissary to point out at the present time, as well as entirely necissary to find a wall to lean against. How much had he had to drink? Oh well.

"I take it the show did not go as well as planned if you're here."

[pinkof_courtesy]

Marc smiled slowly, leaning next to Trystan -- well, rather toward Trystan, if we may be honest, and shook his head. "To the contrary! We were a hit. Cricket's Bone Whip -- everyone loved us. I was gifted with more drinks than a whole monastery could handle, if monks drank, which you know they do." He nonchalantly slid a hand into the closer of Trystan's front pockets.