cvnstantin·:
steady as a star ⚔️ constantin & ? ⚔️ d.m.c
[Constantin was having the time of his life. Everyone was so happy, and it was just impossible to feel anything but thrilled to be here. He was especially pleased for Felix, who had obviously loved every moment of his performances. There’s a strange sort of feeling about the night, almost surreal, which is largely caused by Constantin’s eyesight. It’s improved vastly since his return, but it still often takes some time for his eyes to be able to focus. The disco ball and the twinkle lights look like softly burning fireworks, and everyone is laughing and dancing. It’s like being in the very crux of humanity, where it shines brightest, and he feels very close to everyone despite being seated alone for now.
He’s not taking part in the dancing. A part of him would like to, but he knows it wouldn’t be sensible. Now that Constantin is slowly being introduced to AP training, he feels more fatigued than ever even though his strength is growing daily. He already knows he’s not got the strength to dance, but is perfectly happy nursing his drink and watching people have fun. With the tables pressed against the wall, there’s not vast amounts of available seating, so it doesn’t surprise him when someone takes the seat near him.
Constantin tries to put his glass down so he can say hello, but makes the mistake that’s ingrained in his muscle memory and proving difficult to unlearn: he just tries to put it down in midair. Naturally, the glass (near-empty) tumbles down to the surface of the table, while Constantin’s gaze goes up to try and find it when he realises it’s not where he left it. It takes a moment to process what he’s just done, at which point he looks at the table where the mercifully unbroken glass lies on its side.]
Jesus fuck. [He shakes his head at himself, then address the person beside him – it feels important to clarify.] I am not drunk, you have my promise.
[Nothing could be closer to Andee’s idea of party heaven. Costumes, lights, and dances·-- so many dances. Solo dances, dance floors, all the bodies together dancing, it’s like her pheromones have been spiked and all she can taste is the next adventure. She can live in this headspace forever. The night is still young, and she’s just warming up, a few drinks coating the ends of her nerves and the music elevating her mood. It’s not that she’s tired (what is·“tired”?), it’s just that she sees a familiar face, and, well, Andee is drawn to friendship like a bear to honey. She laps it up.
She flops herself down in the chair beside Constantin, opening her mouth to make some kind of pirate joke or innuendo, when he just...plain old lets go of a glass. It clanks onto the table, drink going everywhere, and when she look at him for his reaction, his eyes are up. Oh dear god -- she realizes with a burst of laughter what’s happened.]
Space cadet! [She giggles, taking a handkerchief from inside her jacket and laying it down over the spill.]·Mate, even if you were drunk, you’d know how gravity works.












