young hunks taking shots stripping down to dirty socks music up getting hot kiss me

[unparental]

CHARACTERS: Who's that giiiiiiiiiiirl... it's anybody!
LOCATION: Space Babylon; it's still open for regular business so even if you're not there for the vampire party planner, it's all good.
WARNINGS: DRINKING? Language, most likely. Potential drug use. ( will update as needed )
SUMMARY: YAY KLAUS IS GONE let's party like we could have died at any moment for months upon months.
NOTES: I have no excuse for this cop out of a log.





❝ PARTY ON, WAYNE ❞

❝ PARTY ON, GARTH ❞

Comments

[learnedtosmile]

[He hardly even knows what's happening and then there's a glass in his hand and -

Wow. Wow. Blake blinks a few times, because really, Brendan?

Way to just say things. Like they're simple.

Time to ignore it and sit down across from Ariadne.]

Well that was weird.

[constructum]

[ yep, ariadne caught every second of that, and she is honestly wishing she could read lips right about now (she'll just make a mental note to try and learn for later)

and she cant help but squint, fixing brendan with her attention for a moment.

really, asshole, really? ]

What was that about? [ she asks as she grabs a peanut, chucking in the direction of brendan hoping it hits him. (yes, she is twelve apparently) ]

[learnedtosmile]

[Blake frowns at the drink now in his hand, thinking. Is he really that obvious? But Ariadne hasn't noticed anything, has she?]

I gave him some advice the other day. I think he thought he was returning the - Ariadne, you don't have to throw things at him.

[constructum]

[ his admission about the advice does get her brow to arch slightly in question, mentally filling it away for later conversations. before she just rolls her eyes, smirking slightly in amusement.

she's trying to lighten up here, okay? ]

It's not like it would have honestly hurt him - it's just a nut. [ and with that, she is turning her attention on the nuts for a moment, sifting through the bunch and looking for the right one to eat. (yeah, she is picky, whatever.) ]

Thank you for getting them though.

[learnedtosmile]

But it's a waste of a perfectly good peanut. [He grabs a few, and sets them down on the table next to the drink Brendan just handed him.

Then, carefully, he sniffs at the bourbon. It smells - well, like bourbon, he supposes. What the hell. He takes a sip. It burns on the way down. Not bad.]

You're welcome.

[constructum]

Maybe...

But it was still worth the sacrifice. [ which yes, she does sort of laugh at for a moment. only to eventually furrow her brow slightly as she watches him with the nuts. ]

What is that? [ she asks sighing as she leans back in her chair, her eyes still curious fixed on whatever it is he is drinking. ]

[learnedtosmile]

[Blake smiles and shakes his head. It's silly, so he doesn't push it.]

I think it's bourbon. Burns like it, anyway.

[constructum]

[ Her nose just crinkled slightly at that, never honestly being a fan of bourbon. ]

Oh. [ A small shrug of her shoulder and her attention was drifting around the room again, watching with a slight interest at all the comings and goings. ]

Never was one for Bourbon...or hard liquor for that fact. [ she casually admitted as her attention settled on him for a moment, a shoulder shrugging slightly as she did. ] Personal preference I suppose.

[learnedtosmile]

I suppose. [He takes another sip.]

Maybe if I had more money at home, I'd drink it more often. [A lie. He hardly ever drinks, regardless.]

Did you drink a lot of wine in Paris? [He's just going to pretend the thing with Brendan didn't happen, now.]