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 Miles felt, he felt, he felt everything! He could not sleep last night, he left bed early this morning and spent it poolside with Sabine, breakfast was barely touched, he felt nervous, but ready! Excited, but wanting to make every moment last a millennium. Most of all, he felt very loved, and told Mira so as often as he could, thinking it would never be enough. The morning had whirled by, they were married under the Moroccan sun, in the middle of the vast Sahara Desert that showcased the enormity of this step, how very little they were when it came to the rest of the world, making him think that they needed to take advantage of every moment they could. With his mind having been jumping everywhere all day, it was no wonder that Miles had already made his rounds about the room before the first course of dinner had been served. He'd lost Sabine to his sister, then their mother, and now it was time to find his wife and perhaps whisk her to the dance floor again? Or did she wish for cake? Or maybe to sneak away for a private moment because her dress made his hands twitch with anticipation of the evening--- "Mrs. Lufkin!" Miles let out, putting his hands up as if seeing Mira for the first time that day. He clasped his hands at his chest, and then bowed as if being graced by her presence (he was!). "May I have this dance?" He lifted his head to waggle his eyebrows, his smile brighter than it had ever been before. |
 There was nothing quite like being shoved into a freezing cold pool to wake up all your senses. Hudson maintained his sinking like a stone routine for a few seconds, watching the blurry image of Arista stalk off down the edge of the pool that was the main centerpiece of her party. Their fight had gone beautifully, he believed that they should be up for Wizarding World Awards next year! His loud and rude words would certainly earn him a place on The Tattler's wall of shame, and it put a definitive end to their fake relationship. He was sad to see it go, because when he hadn't had a ridiculously busy schedule, the 'forced' extra tim with Arista was wonderful. Her real birthday surprise would hopefully make up for not being able to spend tonight with her, but it was early enough on in the party that she could have her moment away and come back ready to party however Arista wished to party. Finding that he'd spent enough time submerged, Hudson pushed his feet off the floor of the pool and swam toward the end with the ladder. His face broke through into the cold cold air, and because it was a party full of Arista's friends, he was not greeted by a towel or anything of the such. No, no, he deserved it for being such a louse, and he clambered up the ladder and squished his way toward one of the nearest bathrooms, head hung low. Even if this was for the greater good, it was going to be a bit of a dull, perhaps even lonely night. He wasn't a drinker, but perhaps he could start. |
 Peter had not understood his management's request to wear light colors, a white shirt if he could, until he entered the tented area on Wimbourne Field and was struck with a glob of what felt like paint. He stared down at the bright pink bulge on his chest for a few seconds before looking up to find the culprit, a tiny intern from the back offices who looked mortified that he had been the one to strike Peter. But, the week had been a good one for his team and for himself, so Peter just spread the paint across his shirt like a claw mark and continued on his way. If this was their theme, he was going to run with it. Anyone who came into his path had a pink hand-print somewhere on their body, whether it be in an appropriate place or not. He was enjoying very much the attention that had been put on the Wasps, and with their latest addition milling about somewhere, the news fresh off a post-game announcement, Peter was feeling excellent about the rest of their season. Perhaps he needed some yellow paint, with all this team spirit he was feeling. Peter made his way through to a table where the necessary supplies were at the ready, and dipped two fingers into the bowl of yellow paint. With keen expertise, he spread thick lines across his cheek bones, as if ready to go into battle. His spirits high and the lights down low, this was certainly going to prove to be an excellent night. |
 Zora thought that this barbecue was one of the best ideas her husband had come up with in a very long time. Not to say that Dirk wasn't always full of great ideas, but the day had turned out better than she could have hoped. Many of their friends and family had arrived to see them, their children, and the new home they had been bragging about. It was so much bigger than their last home, which was something they needed since their family seemed to keep growing in size. Kris had only just turned 1 when she realized she was pregnant with their third child, but thankfully they had made things work like they always did. Their little girl was an unexpected blessing, and she kept rubbing her small belly affectionately as she sipped her non-alcoholic punch. She had been flitting around their new backyard (there was so much space!), trying to say hello to all of their guests as they arrived. It was dinner time when she handed Kris to her brother Vladimir, who had come in with his wife from Bulgaria. Her youngest boy was hungry, and growing cranky now that it was becoming later in the day and he had missed his nap. He had been chasing his older brother around most of the day, and Zora had even taken the boys into the pool earlier so they could splash around and cool off. Her hair was still damp and clipped up, but she had changed out of her suit and back into her sundress. She made sure Dirk had everything he needed before she pressed a kiss to his cheek and scanned their backyard, looking for a particular face in the crowd. She spotted Nell sitting by herself at one of the tables for the first time all day. With one hand on her belly and the other holding onto her punch cup, she took advantage of the opportunity and plopped down into empty seat beside her friend. "So," she began, "are you going to make me pry it out of you, or are you going to tell me how you met this friend of yours?" She smiled broadly at Nell, taking another sip of her punch. [OOC: This thread is open to anyone who knows the Cresswells, or might have been invited by an attending guest! HAVE FUN!] |
 Charlie had not lost the pure joy that was making the all star team. The first time he'd been voted on he had been stunned into silence, which was a feat if you asked anyone who knew him. It was always a surprise, it was always an honor, and this year he had felt especially blessed because as the top vote getter he was named captain of a squad of absolutely amazing players. He was overwhelmed with joy and pride, it was simply---amazing. Not amazing! He was the captain of the Dangerous Dragons, not the Amazing--however you said it. He wasn't feeling dangerous, though, as he made his way back from an impromptu photo shoot with Wendy Midgen that ended up with the pink-haired woman nearly clambering over his shoulders in a fake duel. Still grinning, Charlie's smile widened even further at the sight of Liddie, who looked marvelous, fantastic, and simply stunning. It was not lost on him or the press that this was their first public outing, and even though they had not been a secret for a few months now, it was an exhilarating feeling. "I almost got swept up by a pink tornado!" Charlie exclaimed, enjoying his play on words. He dropped into a seat quickly and leaned in for a quick, but not-so-quick, kiss. "But I made it out, barely alive." |
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