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As to be expected, Grayson was doing badly. A mental note was made to work on this. Next time he was challenged to a game of darts he’d be near competitive level. He would be perfect at everything.

That was the plan, anyway. Hard to say if Grayson would dedicate his oh-so important time to training for such a trivial game. He had better things to do.

Upon his next interaction, the Brit was soon to realize how naïve it was to consider Bean ‘drunk’. He had turned to take his trusted bottle of water from a nearby table when he was met with the collision, alongside the spill.

Grayson hunched with disgust, shoulders at his ears as the cold liquid splashed against clothing. The uncomfortable feeling seeped and spread through the cotton, an expression of horrified insult.

It was a scoff of disbelief to process the violent assault. He could even faint from the shock. How dare they.

The one time he made an effort to turn up at these stupid activities was the one day a dimwit decided to empty their drink on him. The one day he dragged himself to a social event was the day someone had to be an undignified clutz.

Did they know who he was? Someone important? Someone to NOT throw drinks at?

This is fine, he rationalised and dejectedly pulled at the wet fabric that stuck to his skin, everything is fine. It would be childish to have a tantrum over just a spill. Grayson was a mature, level-headed individual, much better than the inebriated fools at this party. He was patient. He was understanding. And most of all, he was forgiving.

"Shit, man. My bad," came the laidback voice. It held no guilt over the blatant disrespect.

Never mind.

"My bad," Grayson whispered, “My bad?!”

Perhaps being a mature individual could be left for another time.

“That’s your apology?!” Grayson was offended at the audacity, finally looking up to meet the attacker. “This is Egyptian cotton, you muppet! Do you have any idea who I am...

Grayson trailed into silence at the sight of the blasphemous copper shirt, quick to avert awkward eyes from the clothing to the male’s face.

Why are they wearing that. How crass.

It’s not like Grayson spent a lot of time looking at men.

Or women.

Or muppets.

But it was certainly not gay to acknowledge what another male was wearing. It was called being observant, a trait Grayson could pride himself on in a completely heterosexual way, thank-you very much. It is good to know your surroundings. Not gay to be aware. Never that, for that would be incredibly inappropriate.

The dip of their collarbones? Important. Their bare shoulders? Even more important. Do not forget that. It is simply a given right to inspect a ruthless attacker, just in case you need to fill out a witness form. Or have some kind of identifier for the police. Or something.

Not gay.

As far as anyone knew, this person could have committed a murder minutes beforehand, and Grayson was one of the few clear-headed ones who could provide an accurate description to the authorities. Their curly hair and freckles were important. Note that down. The police will want to know. It’s not gay. Grayson didn’t have to prove himself to anyone. Back off.

The piercings and tattoos spoke for themselves. Must be one of those… punk hooligans. Dangerous and reckless types, it’s no wonder such an individual would be out ruining pristine, beautiful Egyptian cotton shirts.

Bitter and protective over what was once immaculate, Grayson regained his composure enough to carry out his lashing. This clutz could wear whatever they wanted. Wasn’t going to stop Grayson being rude.

“I understand that you are stupidly drunk,” the slurring and initial thought of - holy shit is that an entire bottle of alcohol, was enough evidence. “But are you also too stupid to use your eyes?”

He was important! And not gay! “I am not hard to see!”

Grayson had never been intoxicated to understand difficulty with mobility under the influence, but he was still going to get in a huffy mood over it.

“Now I am going to have to change, you imbecile." This was the first time in Grayson’s entire life he actually smelled like liquor, and not because of some crazy bender. How disgusting. "Lay off the booze."































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Percy
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Throughout his fussings, River was incredibly collected. A good sign, thank god this wasn't some asshole who would start a fight for such a simple mistake. But... There came a new development that caused Percy to fumble. That was... an interesting way of speaking. A few beats as Percy processed such remarks, finally shutting up about the clothes.

Ah, he spoke about having a good night, and asked Percy about his. It was surprisingly easy for him to understand the odd speech patterns, but that didn't bring down the shock value. The second bit wasn't finished but clearly it was about being glad to bump into Percy in his boredom. Alright, looking good. Seems they were both in need of fate's guidance. A perfect conversation piece for later, tucked into his pocket so that he may bring it up if the talking started to dwindle!

He cleared his throat, collecting himself from the surprise that swayed him out of his rambling. Interesting new friend in the making, why, Percy found the speech patterns quite endearing upon further thought. "My night's been very good, thank you." The party awaits! Yes, he'd love to join River along for further activities. Seemed he'd drink a bit more after all. Bring it on good sir!

Percy let River pull him along, they still needed to exchange their names but that could be done once they sat down for a nice drink. He tolerated the grabby nature goodheartedly, expecting that River probably partook in an amount of drinks himself already from body language. Though the feeling of the wet shirt was less welcome, a cringe at the cold that began to seep through. Soon enough, the target was acquired and he was spared from the spill.

Oh.

OH.

Brown eyes widened at the sight of the bottle. Vodka. That sounded.... Terrifying. They trailed up to look River in the eye, as if silently asking if he was serious. Usually wasn't a drink with the boys a beer type? Was River more intense with partying than anticipated?

Percy could sense his impending doom as the clear liquid filled the small glass.

Back down to the shot as it was smoothly slid over, Percy reached for it without hesitation, holding it gingerly. Alright, the least he could do was appear competent enough with alcohol. That was his pride speaking, realistically it would be totally fine to ask for something else but he'd much rather attempt to hide his dishonor of not having a clue about anything but wine. Why, he was so honed in he didn't quite catch River's announcement of the driking game. In Percy's mind, all he was doing was hyping himself up for the shot.

His mouth stretched to an easy-going smile towards River in a gratuitous manner for the offering.

A lift of the glass, the creep of doom ever so expanding its reach.

The slosh of the liquid was a roar in his ear despite the rumble of atmospheric music that overtook most hearing in the first place.

Drawing the glass closer felt like slow motion as he dreaded the incoming bite.

A classic beginners mistake, he didn't stop breathing as he was pulling int in closer. The smell sent the hairs on his arms upright. Yet he still didn't let that stop him as cold glass pressed to lips and-

The drink was slow to go down, filling his mouth completely first as he had not mastered the skill of slipping it right down his throat. The burning was instant, unable to resist coughing at that horrid taste and feeling. Hell was raising from his throat and it was all because of his ridiculous need to not look like a schmuck. Well look where that got him now! He looked more like a fool than ever.

"Went down-Wrong pipe-"The lie came out easily. Or rather, was used easily, it came out rather roughly in fact throughout his fit. Tears were prickling the corner of his eyes.

That should do as an excuse, right? Surely it would be accepted and he wouldn't be expected to have more in this current state of pain. He could only imagine the horror of actually having that devil liquid go down wrong with how much it hurt as is.

It was all just horrendous. Why would anyone drink that willingly?

Percy worked to collect his breath. "So-" That first attempt to speak ended up in failure, sputtering that silenced the next words. He took a few more seconds to breathe properly again, taking a sip of his nice, non-disgusting, hard cider to clear the taste.

"You meant-drinking game." He spoke ever so smartly, finally processing the last comment after he downed that first shot. "Oops." A long breath sucked in.

"So, I didn't catch your name?" His voice came out slightly pained, but at least he was gaining back his ability to speak. "I'm Percy." Just start some conversation and maybe he'd be able to distract from being offered anything else. Talk more important than game, yes.

The heat of embarrassment was beginning to crawl up the back of his neck as he hoped that River wouldn't call out his bluff back there. Or perhaps, it was the creep of the vodka. The room felt a lot hotter.... So probably both. He wasn't getting hit with the feeling quite yet, though damn if it didn't warm up his body immediately. But hey, would work to excuse if he was red in the face at all. God, he hoped he wasn't going red that would be horrendous. At least, to the least amount of luck he had, his prayers were answered that he wasn't going red. Percy was just forced to feel like he was for more internal panic.

What great social skills he had tonight! Usually things went a lot smoother, but the vodka threw off his game. At least he doubted River would be too harsh either way. He seemed pretty chill over all so there was probably no need to beat himself up too much over it..... Hopefully.

Despite River seeming generally like a good guy, there was still the part that was... mysterious? Well, that was put lightly but the point still stood. Percy felt like there was a lot more waiting below the surface. Almost as if looking into a crystal clear lake. You think you see everything below the surface, but stepping in you find what looked like was a couple inches down drops many feet below. More than what meets the eye. Whether that would be good or bad in River's case would be discovered all in due time.
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Nikolai Harrowhark Harrowhark
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Charlie

Bless their heart, Niki was really trying their best. He continued swaying back and forth, doing his drunken Charlie dance as he went along. He started dancing with Nikolai, trying to salvage some kind of rhythm out of their… mess.

It was a struggle, for real. But Charlie was pretty sure he got something out of it. (He didn’t. It was really bad. Kind of embarrassing really, but that was something for drunk Charlie to worry about).

Throughout the stumbling, every now and then Charlie would shout something over the music. Some kind of… saying in French. Probably. It was really kind of hard to tell because his English was so heavily accented that it all blurred into one language.

He stumbled into Nikolai at one point when a guy pushed him by accident. That was fun. Very strong, kind of hot. This was fine. He straightened himself back up and looked over at Nikolai.

Dreamily, he said something else in his French-English slush and then waited patiently for any kind of response. One could assume that that was him propositioning.
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MOOD: Party time bay-bee

OUTFIT: Party time bay-bee

LOCATION: Party
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Percy jinxxes jinxxes

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River

WOW. Percy was a party person look at that. Very hardcore of him to take a preshot. Well, River wasn’t one to be left behind, so they took a shot as well.

Fuck man, strong stuff. Funky.

“Yes, the poor... “ Trail off. The alcohol suddenly hit, the shot coloring River’s cheeks. River’s brain completely blanked. His eyes shifted back and forth as he tried to find and place the scramble of words through the shot of whatever alcohol he’d grabbed. Probably should’ve looked at it before he’d grabbed it and started downing it to be completely honest. Ah well, live and learn, right?

“Yeah man, I meant a drinking game.” There we go. That was what he was trying to say. “ ‘sall good, my man.” River nodded. His eyes drifted around the party as he spoke. “People get it wrong a lot - oh look, fight, take a shot.” They downed another as River watched someone shouting at another. Wow. Drunk teenagers were rowdy, who would’ve ever guessed.

“River. Malkav.” Fake last name to disguise the fact that he was the crown prince of England. Even in the soup of alcohol that was his brain right now, he remembered to use it. It was better to pretend like he was just another courtier. That way he was more in touch with the people and their needs rather than a top down look. “I’m an advisor in the queen’s court right now… Britain, that is”

A little pause. Another argument sprang up, and River took another shot. Percy better be keeping up here, that would’ve been annoying if he were the only one.

“What about you?” River was staring at Percy. Clearly, he wasn’t really… um… He was trying, at least. But he looked very out of place despite his attempt at fitting in (and the pre-shot he’d taken by accident).
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"I guess I will wont I?" She responded with a smile and it grew the more he talked. Maybe she was stalling because she was nervous- its been awhile since shes done something like this. Maybe she was just enjoying dragging his time out. Though it could be both. Eclipse followed what he said and placed her hand on his hip. It was a slow moving dance and they were within contact of all times. Not sure how to feel about it all.

She liked it she figured out. She liked the attention and someone to look at her like that and touch her like this. She looked dead at him when he spoke again. "Of course im going through with it." She responded. Why would he think that of her? Eclipse would never back out of something. She was not a coward. She thought his offer over for a moment, letting him speak. Aw how sweet! He offered to let her think it over. Little too late she made her decision.

A smile took her face once again, reaching her hand and patting his cheek. "I think id like that. Been awhile since ive been on a date I might as well do it." It was quiet, softer than shes been part of the night. She was slightly surprised to see this all from Graham knowing his reputation. Not like Eclipses was any better but for a different reason, Eclipse got in trouble for fights and beating the shit out of royals.

Maybe she wanted to see where this went, it would be new. Plus what bad could really come from it? It worst it would do is destroy her reputation and maybe send a couple of "friends" away. Oh well. Turning around to fully face him, a devilish gleam in her eyes as she leaned in, planting a kiss on his jaw. "Alright lets get out of here now? Whos knows how late well be up." She winked before grabbing his hand and dragging him through the people and back to the school.





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