Carver Chambers (howfaricanfly) wrote in novsila_rpg, @ 2014-07-30 12:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | carver chambers, lavender brown |
Who: Carver Chambers and Lavender Brown
What: Carver is enjoying himself tonight.
Where: The Ball!
When: Backdated to Saturday
Rating: TBD, change as necessary
In all honesty, he was probably looking forward to tonight more than he really let on. A chance to go socialize? Talk about Quidditch? With everyone looking their best in their fancy dress? Free food and drink? Yeah. Carver was there. And he'd even bought a fancy new tie in a shade that wasn't the usual black, blue, or gray. He wasn't sure how, when, or why that had gotten into his head that it needed to happen, but it had, and Carver never really passed up a chance to look good. Yes, he loved his sweats probably more than he actually should, for this...yeah, he went all out. He even got his hair cut down short again since it was getting a little too long and the dreaded curl was starting to come back AND he shaved. Something Carver hardly ever did, usually displaying some sort of stubble on his face. So, he thought that people should be proud of him for looking rather nicely tonight. That, and since the cat was loudly out of the bag he was planning on making the most of this. Again, not really drawing so much attention that he might as well had a sign that said 'SINGLE. INTERESTED IN GOOD LOOKING PEOPLE' above his head. And after the last chat he was having with a very pretty brunette in a slinky dress flamed out, Carver started to walk around the castle that the ball was being held in for a bit.
He stepped out of the ball room out into the garden and was enjoying the night's air. He drew in a deep breath and shoved his hands into his pants pockets wondering if he shouldn't go in and get his first drink of the night or not. Carver somewhat resolved to stay sober tonight, considering that at events like this, it was usually all or nothing with him. If he was drinking then Carver was drinking and would get stupidly drunk to the point where someone would have to take him home, or pass out on Cassie's/a teammate's couch. If he was sober, then he really was sober. Moderation wasn't exactly a "thing" with Carver in his life. Sure, there was some of it in there, after all he wouldn't be able to function in the real world without it. But when it came to booze, and training...yeah, all or nothing. And with the season so close to starting, he figured he'd best behave himself tonight...that or the PR lady might actually put his head on a pike in order to set an example for the rest of the year.
And being headless would rather put a damper on his season, he couldn't help but think. This was going to be his year and he was going to make a huge splash...he could feel it. He'd amped up his workout routine, and had put on a little more muscle and was looking better than he'd ever had. Carver was ready for this season...and if it just so happened to attract the attention of the Scottish National Team...then all the better...right? Right. As he looked up to the nights sky, he tried to push the thoughts of plans he had for the season out of his head. Enjoy tonight he reminded himself. He drew in a deep breath and put that easy grin right back onto his face as he turned around and...nearly ran into someone on his way back in.
"Shite, I'm sorry!" he said with a bit of a laugh in his voice. "Didn't see you! You alright?" Even though he hadn't made contact with that person, he didn't want to startle them either!