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

[jurisimpudent]

Because being acquainted with me invites...danger. Because I've enemies, and I'll always have enemies, and that makes for disaster for anyone about whom I care.

[He furrows his brow, very slightly - but not in self-pity; rather, he looks concerned for her, for the faint signs of discomfort she's exhibiting.]

Are you all right? I'm...I shouldn't be making you stand. You should sit.

[constructum]

[ His sudden concern had her laughing perhaps more than she would have liked right then, but the fact that he thought something might be wrong with her, only had her reacting almost instantly to him. ]

I'm perfectly fine, Edgeworth. [ perhaps a bit tipsy, but still fine. and she couldn't help but shake her head some as she moved her hands about, almost as if she thought that would help prove that she was. ]

I'm just trying to talk to you and get to know you - that's all.

[jurisimpudent]

Hrm. [He gives a little noise of dissatisfaction and uncertainty, and the worry doesn't disappear from his face. He looks down to see that he's reached the end of his second glass, and looks around for a refill, then looks back at Ariadne.]

Truly. If your...feet hurt or some such thing, then you can go and sit, and I can bring you things. I know you women often wear such absurd shoes; I frankly cannot understand how all of you walk in them - but the point being that we can work out a solution to deal with your discomfort.