Galadari Rubinhart (helvish) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2018-01-26 19:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: galadari rubinhart, character: gilderoi rubinhart, character: james weatherby, location: strike! |
Thread: Deathday Boy
WHO: James, Galadari, Gilderoi
WHEN: January 15 [backdated]
WHERE: Strike! bowling alley, Camden
The smell of old socks permeated the bowling alley. Galad wrinkled his nose and did his best to ignore it. As an elf, and something of a wild elf as it was, he much preferred open spaces, but could cope with being inside just fine. That is, unless it meant being boxed up in a room with ten lanes, a greasy smelling food court, and a carpet that hadn't been shampooed in far too long.
He endured with minimal outward signs of discomfort. Felicity had picked up on those signs, he had guessed, because she too was not too keen on staying very much longer in the place. They did it for James. James Weatherby who had once been a titan of popularity and tabloids but was now a disgraced and controversial topic. Galad wasn't known for his displays of empathy, but he did feel somewhat obligated to be James's friend through thick and thin. Not only because it was the right thing to do, but because Galad suspected that, if he knew anything about James, it was that he'd eventually be back on top of the pile and would remember who stayed with him through the rough times.
Gilderoi was up to bowl. Felicity had gone to get a breath of fresh air, and Galad was planning on joining her when he turned to see James's face - porcelain, forever young, beauty in every line - texting on his phone with a pout on his pout-pout-pouty lips. Curious, Galad leaned in to whisper against the vampire's ear.
"Is it him?"