Marcus Flint (flintrock) wrote in unforgivenrpg, @ 2010-09-27 18:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, 2000-09, c: marcus flint, c: tracey davis, type: thread |
RP: I Don't Dance
Who: Marcus Flint, Tracey Davis
When: September 25th, evening [BACKDATED]
Where: Bole's House
Rating: Low
Warnings: Drunkenness, language
Summary: During Flint's stag party, he spends some time with the... entertainment. COMPLETE.
Though he had been drinking steadily all night, this was the first time that Marcus had refilled his own glass. In his state of inebriation, his motions were slow and steady, pouring firewhiskey from a nearly empty bottle. Lifting up the bottle, he squinted at the trace of liquid that was still left inside. Eh. He finished off the rest of the bottle, taking a sip as he turned from the table of drinks to look over the party.
He wasn't sure where the fuck all the girls had come from, but he couldn't be bothered to ask. They weren't bad to look at, even if they were constantly trying to get him to dance. Marcus Flint did not dance. He didn't even plan to dance at his own wedding. Were they even having music and dancing? There were so many things that needed to be planned that he had started to lose track. No, there would be no dancing. Not unless Cho asked really, really nicely.
Marcus was smirking to himself as he thought of Cho when a blonde approached him. He sipped his drink. "Don't ask me to dance," he warned her.