Myra don't give a damn (![]() ![]() @ 2012-10-18 22:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | ch: heir: kirley duke, ch: swap: fabienne prewett, p: lisa, p: lisa ii |
Who: FabSwap and Dukehope.
Where: Epsilon party.
When: Tonight.
What: R-r-r-riot!
Rating/Status: TBD/Incomplete.
The feeling of being made to do something against her will was down right frustrating. As she tried to write different words on the page of her journal, only trick or treat seemed to be written. It pissed her off that she had ruined three quills already and thrown the damned journal across the room countless times. It was easy back home when she was frustrated. All she had to do was drink herself to an oblivion and greet the docks.
That wasn't the case here.
But when presented with a mystery of sorts, Fabienne never gave up the chance. She was done being frustrated and done with playing by fucking rules.
No. There was a party. There was rain. There was dancing. There was alcohol.
Fabienne stood at the edge of the party with a few shots of vodka in her system. She had been the good auror-in-training, observing those in her block and putting names to faces. Sure enough, a very handsome and smug looking bloke crossed her path.
"Trick or treat?"
She was grinning, holding out a shot to Duke.